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smutception | jack hughes

warnings: EXTREMELY META, elevator sex, oral (m! and f! receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v, spit kink, dom/sub tones, thigh riding, attempted phone sex, cum on the body, slight degradation, name calling, masturbation, handjob, squirting, tittyfucking, i don’t even know what else. this was a long one with a LOT of shit. pairing: jack hughes x fem!reader summary: inspired by a request from @captainlexaproluvr, which is far too long to paste here. here’s our summary instead: when jh accidentally picks up his gf’s kindle for a roadie instead of his own, he finds some surprising books downloaded. they give him a few ideas for what he’ll do when he gets home in a week… wc: 10,002

The bus rides to the airport are never fun, in Jack’s opinion. He loves his teammates, but they’re loud and annoying. He’s loud and annoying too, most of the time, but he started a really good book yesterday. He’s been thinking about reading it all day. Jack made sure to pack his Kindle in his bag, even though he had gotten distracted by your goodbye.

It started when he got back from Prague, after the Global Series. He had written off your excitement to see him as a one time thing, fueled by missing him and manifesting in an intense need for him to make it up to you– you had stopped the elevator from the garage of his apartment building and begged him to take you right there. He did, obviously, and the rush that went up his spine from how public it was led to a conversation about how Jack definitely wanted to do stuff like that again.

He was right about one part: you jumping his bones after a roadie was a one-time-thing. The pattern changed– now, you have a habit of doing something different in bed before his roadies. It’s become somewhat of a superstition for Jack.

There was the short roadie in mid-October, when he’d gone down to Carolina and up to Ottawa for a few days. You had woken him up early that morning, kissing him and poking at him until he got fed up and pinned your wrists down. You made him late that morning, delaying the team bus for the airport, because you just had to roll your hips against his morning wood. Then, while you packed a little roadie snack for him, you just had to be naked. It’s not his fault he wanted to bend his pretty girlfriend over the counter and ruin her again.

When you joined him for the first game of his Canadian tour (Vancouver for the Hughes Bowl, then Calgary and Edmonton), Jack and Luke decided to fly with you from Jersey to Michigan to meet up with the parents ahead of time. Then, you all flew together from Michigan to Vancouver. That was normal.

What wasn’t normal was when you leaned over to Jack in the middle of the plane ride and whispered, “You know what might be fun?” with a squeeze to his clothed cock before disappearing towards the bathrooms. It took a few minutes for that one to click (and a picture of your bare tits that you sent Jack from the bathroom over the airplane WiFi), but he ended up fucking you in that tiny, cramped, closet-sized bathroom. It was thrilling.

Jack went to Florida after that– before he left, you rode his face on the living room couch while jacking him off until he came with the tip of his cock just past your lips.

He really missed the goodbyes for the first half of December, when the only away game he had was about an hour away on Long Island. It barely counted, but Jack whined about needing his good luck charm anyway, so you’d gotten down on your knees and sucked his cock all while grinding against a pillow between your legs, coming from just that. Jack was too distracted by the thought of you rutting against the pillow because you were drunk off of his cock to play well that night.

He’d liked it so much that he’d asked you to do it again before he left for Columbus and St. Louis and you’d eagerly complied. It wasn’t any less sexy the second time around.

Jack loves your goodbyes. He loves you, obviously, and would love you even if you weren’t giving him these goodbye gifts, but they’re just so special. Jack is addicted.

He doesn’t know where you’re getting the ideas from– the position or act is never something that pops into his head. Maybe that’s why he likes it so much. Maybe he likes that you’re the one taking charge and expecting things from him, although he equally loves when he gets to do whatever he wants with you on a regular day.

Now, he’s leaving for California. He has two games in Carolina first, but then he’ll be on the west coast for a while. He’ll be gone for Christmas and New Years, which is annoying. He knows that it’s just the way that things worked out scheduling-wise, but he likes getting to shower you with presents and watch you open them, and he likes to drink a lot of alcohol with you and kiss you at midnight to ring in the next year.

You made up for it this morning, your goodbye causing him to forget about any gripe he might’ve had about missing you for so long. You appeared in the doorway as he was packing up the last of his bags, wearing this flouncy little white nightgown with tiny roses decorating it like polka dots. It was the picture of innocence, but your actions were anything but. That enough was to drive Jack crazy, but when you sat him down on the edge of the bed and straddled his thigh, it shattered any possibility of functional thought. You told him not to touch you, pouting about being left alone for so long on your own– and you proved to him that you can take care of yourself just fine.

If he thought watching you grind against a pillow was bad, it was even worse to have you soiling his dress pants with your slick and your cum. All the while, he couldn’t touch you– it was torture. It was madness. It was the hottest thing Jack has ever seen.

After you came all over his thigh, you helped Jack change out of his pants– that was your excuse to get your lips on his cock and prevent him from arriving to player check-in with a raging erection– and chose a new outfit for him to wear. You’d kissed his lips and patted his side, reminding him not to forget his Kindle because you knew how excited he was to finish his new book on the way to Cali.

You left to get ready for the day and he had, on embarrassingly wobbly legs, wandered around the house to find his pocket-library. It wasn’t where he left it, but he ended up finding it on one of the bookcases in his living room, swiping it and tossing it into his backpack without another thought because he was, once again, running late.

It’s a habit now. The boys have joked about buying him a better watch and Jack goes along with it, but he knows that he’ll be late no matter how good his watch is or how early he sets it. As long as you keep saying goodbye to him like this, he’s going to be a poor teammate– he’d rather experience this than be on time, any day of the week.

Your moans from this morning are echoing in his mind, so Jack pops his headphones in and presses shuffle on the playlist he was already listening to. He digs his Kindle out of his book to offer himself another distraction. It’s going to take a lot of overstimulation to prevent another boner, which means he’s going to read his book, the one he’s been so excited about. If he finishes it, he’ll get to update his Good Reads and recommend it to Quinn.

He traces the lines of the electronic before turning it on, touching the charging port and the power button. Jack smiles. The Kindle had been a gift from you on his birthday. The week after, he had bought you the exact same one. You had matching Kindles and you often shared books like your own little book club. He’s read romances because of you and you’ve read biographies of athletes because of him. It’s fun for him. This is special to him because he’s never done something like this with any of his other girlfriends. It gives him hope that you guys will stay together as long as possible.

Jack finally turns the Kindle on, stopping short at the sight of the photo of the home screen. This isn’t his Kindle. He accidentally swiped yours.

It’s too late to turn the bus back and with him being on the move, it would just be too much hassle to ask you to mail his Kindle to the hotel.

Jack chuckles to himself a little bit, digging his phone out of his pocket. He types out a text to you: Accidentally took your Kindle instead of mine :(

It isn’t long until the text bubble signaling your incoming reply appears. Sorry :( just download your book onto my account <3 I’ll read my books on yours in the meantime.

Then, a second text: At work so can’t reply again til later :( have a good trip J ily!!!! Talk to you soon!!!

Jack replies I love you too and puts his phone away. He clicks through your Kindle, which automatically opened to the app that houses your library of books. He scrolls through, recognizing some of the titles and not recognizing the others. While sliding his finger along the screen, he accidentally fumbles the Kindle as the bus goes over a bump. When he gets a hold on the device again, he sees that his finger tapped one of your books and it opened.

Jack goes to exit out, ready to download the book he’d been waiting for, and then he spots a familiar name in the first line.

He reads the sentence like a habit– that’s what you do when you see your name somewhere, right?

The first page is just half of a page. It’s exposition and it’s looking like this book is somewhat of a romance, but he can’t really tell all that much.

“Every year, you go to the lake house with Jack.”

Like any good first line, it leaves Jack intrigued. Who is Jack? Where’s this lake house? How long have you been going? You say every year, but how many years is that?

Jack immediately thinks of his own lake house. He misses Michigan. His imagination solves one of his questions: the lake house in this story, in his mind, is in Michigan. It’s on the same lake as his and it looks the exact same. ‘Every year’ is vague enough that Jack can accept it. It’s meant to be vague. Only one question remains: who is this Jack guy?

It’s fun to have a character that shares a name with you, so Jack reads on. He’s determined to figure out who this guy is.

“The past few trips, it’s been a special occasion. You get your mid-summer break from work and you get to spend time with your boyfriend.”

So Jack is the boyfriend of the main character. Jack laughs to himself again– maybe you downloaded this book so that you could think about your boyfriend while you read it. He’s tempted to text you again with a picture of the page, but since you’re at work, you won’t reply for a while. If he’s going to rib you for reading a book about a guy with the same name as him, he wants you to be able to reply immediately.

“You’ll sit on the patio and watch him fool around with his brothers. You know them both well after dating Jack for so long, but you’re closer with Luke. After all, he rented out the second bedroom in your and Jack’s New Jersey apartment this entire past year. You know Luke better than you ever thought you would because of that.”

Jack is starting to purse his lips as he reads. He has brothers. One of them is named Luke. He lives in New Jersey with his girlfriend and Luke lived with them last year. He’s since moved out, but the coincidence is still there. It’s still…

Weird.

He reads on anyway.

“Jack loves your relationship with his brothers–”

True.

“but what he doesn’t love is when all of your skin is on display all day for everyone to see. Your little bikinis drive him insane– because everything he wants is right there, but he can’t have it.”

Jack is a little confused about the turn this is taking. This is only the second page of the book– he told himself he wouldn’t read past the first one, but this is just too intriguing– and it’s already talking about sex? The characters are in a long term relationship, so it’s not like this is a one-night-stand, inciting-incident sort of thing. Why would the book start here?

Also– the romances he’s read because of you are a lot more tame than this. Already, he’s starting to squint at the Kindle in disbelief. Is this the kind of shit that you read on your own? He’s ribbed you in the past for not updating your Good Reads enough and now he gets it. Maybe you don’t want the whole world (all of your followers, including your boyfriend and his older brother) to know that you’re reading porn.

“All of his frustration at not being able to do anything about your skimpy clothing comes to a head one day when the Hughes house–”

Jack stops in his tracks. The other coincidences were fine. Jack is a common name. Luke is a common name. Everyone has brothers. Lots of people have lake houses. New Jersey is just one out of fifty states in the U.S.– almost ten million people live there, partially because of its proximity to New York City.

But all of it together– Jack and Luke Hughes, living together in New Jersey, with another, older brother and a lake house– Jack is convinced. This book was written about him.

He knows fanfiction exists. He’s never interacted with it before, but he has known about fanfiction since the early 2010s. There were a couple of girls in his classes in middle school that loved One Direction and they would talk about fanfiction all the time. It was just amongst themselves, but Jack sat right next to them, so he couldn’t really help but eavesdrop.

Jack knows that he went viral after the draft, considering the influx of people that have followed him in the years since. A lot of those followers, and he’s not bragging, have been women. He just didn’t expect to ever find fanfiction about himself. He thought that was a thing for actors and musicians, not athletes… but the evidence is right in his hands.

Another thing clicks. You, his girlfriend, were reading fanfiction about him. You have it downloaded to your Kindle. Why would you do that if you’ve got the real thing? You could just call his name and he’d be there. Jack isn’t exactly coy about wanting to get it on with you. You’re the one who’s batting him away more often than him brushing you off. He’s always had a higher sex drive than you and been more overt about it–

…until recently.

Jack looks up from the Kindle and he starts to grin. He catches himself and brings his hand to his mouth, tracing the line of his bottom row of teeth with the tip of his fingernail.

His initial surprise, which manifested in that weird smile and his breath of laughter, turns into a brief flash of judgment.

It’s weird that his girlfriend is reading fanfiction about him. He’s right there. Does he not satisfy you enough? Are you unhappy with how he acts in bed? You’ve never complained– if you don’t like something, you should talk to him. Right?

Jack finds himself frowning and clicking through the Kindle again. He’s searching for something in particular– the book that compiles all of your highlights and notes. He knows how you are– you’re a highlighter. You have a lot of opinions and thoughts about the things you read and you’re all about writing them down. You do it so you don’t forget what to say when you talk about your books with Jack later. There’s no way that you didn’t have anything to say about the porn about your boyfriend.

He finds the highlights and notes easily. He starts to flick through it, scanning the page for comments from books that he doesn’t recognize and doesn’t find anything until the tenth page of notes.

He catches the first comment in the same way that he discovered your smut-stash in the first place. He sees his name.

“Jack moves like he’s drunk on the feeling of you, soft noises falling from his lips like he’s trying not to be too loud. You can almost feel the elevator shaking with his movements.”

Jack’s lips part in surprise. He taps the highlight, looking for more information. He’s looking for your comment– and all he gets is an “oh.”

It’s frustratingly vague. “Oh”? What does that even mean?

Jack releases a scoff and clicks along. He reads the sentence again, this time focusing on a familiar detail. Jack was fucking his girlfriend in an elevator. You jumped his bones in the elevator a few weeks ago. Jack’s not sure that’s a coincidence– after all, none of the details in the first story were coincidental.

He checks when you left that comment– and he was right. You left the comment while he was in Prague.

Jack feels a bit like a detective as he repeats the process, searching for more highlights and comments. He finds several interesting ones:

“Maybe, if you’re lucky, you can cut down on Jack’s time to get ready by making his breakfast for him, and he’ll reward you by bending you over the counter. He can never deny you another round when he sees himself dripping out of you so beautifully” was also highlighted while he was in Prague.

“You make your way into the bathroom and press your back against the door, feeling lightheaded at the rush– in just a few minutes, you’re going to have your boyfriend’s cock inside of you, but thousands of feet off the air. The thought of it, how dirty it is to have sex in such a public yet confined space, makes you whimper” while he was in Carolina and Ottawa.

“‘Wanna sit on this pretty face,’ you tell him. ‘While I gag on your cock’” while he was in Edmonton.

The next one is– dirtier. Jack feels warm when he reads it. You highlighted it while he was gone in Florida and it’s clearly the inspiration for the goodbye you gave him before he went to Long Island that one night, the night when you nearly gave him a heart attack by coming on the pillow between your legs.

The other part that you highlighted… didn’t happen… but Jack has a feeling that you want to try it, given the comment you left on the highlighted page.

“Jack tilts your head up and you open your mouth, showing him that you swallowed every drop that he awarded you. Jack spits a thick wad onto your tongue again, the weight of it heavy on your muscle although, in reality, his saliva would weight next to nothing.”

Your comment says: “...& he spits on the ice all the time but never in MY mouth??”

He would if you asked. But that’s not the end of the quote– his favorite part is yet to come.

“The heat in his eyes and the taste of him in your throat pushes you to your peak, your hips erratic against the pillow. Your legs are shaking, trembling as you tip over the edge and release over the object between your legs.”

Yeah, he likes that one.

The final comment that Jack reads is from his most recent roadie in Ohio and Missouri. It’s what happened this morning.

“‘Nah, I don’t think I will,’ Jack replies. ‘How about you get yourself off on my thigh and I’ll consider rewarding you for being so pretty and self-sufficient?’... ‘Let me see how pretty you are when you make yourself come, thinking of me.’ Your hips are rocking along the strong muscle of his thigh as he kisses you again.”

“Dirty girl,” Jack murmurs aloud, not realizing that he said such a thing audibly. Luckily, Nico is the only one close enough to hear him, and he always sleeps like a rock when they’re driving to the airport, or on the plane, or driving to the hotel from the airport. It’s the perfect combination.

So you’ve been reading smut while Jack is away. You’ve been getting ideas from fanfiction about how to fuck him.

Jack should be upset and uncomfortable because you’re reading about a fake version of him, but really, he’s just turned on. You think about him. If it was some other guy, maybe he’d be more upset… but no. You’re reading fanfiction about him and recreating the parts you like with him. Even in your little romance books, you want to read about him.

He’s elated, because, well… two can play at that game.

Jack was excited to read his book, but reading your books seems like a much better time and a much better way to entertain himself on this roadie.

He spends the next two weeks perusing your Kindle library for more books about him. They’re all short and most of them are written in second person, although some are in first and third person. Most commonly, though, it’s in second person as some sort of “Reader-puts-herself-in-Main-Character’s-shoes” sort of thing. Jack doesn’t like the books where the author writes “Y/N.” He’s not quite sure what it stands for, so he just tries to avoid it.

Is it weird that he’s reading fanfiction about himself? Maybe, but he tries not to think about it too long. He’s doing it for you, for his girlfriend, because he wants to show you exactly what he found. Dirty, dirty girl.

About halfway through the roadie, he tries to hint that he knows about your secret. You’re on the phone and he tries to start a little phone sex action based on something he read the other day, when Merc left the hotel room and Jack was left alone. He’s alone again now. He doesn’t know where Dawson is, so he isn’t very subtle with his hinting.

He just parrots his favorite sentence back to you.

“So, baby,” Jack says, grinning to himself. “‘Why don’t you touch your pretty little clit for me?’”

It doesn’t work. You just start laughing. “Jesus, J. That came out of nowhere.”

Jack pouts to himself. Maybe you haven’t read that one yet. He figured you would recognize the words.

He gives up on the reveal, deciding to save it for when he’s home in just another week. He gets to tell you how much he misses you and how much he wishes he could see you. He wishes you a belated Merry Christmas and he gets to spend midnight on the phone with you– your time, not his. He blows a kiss through the phone… and that’s that.

He’s back to being alone with your little stories. Jack’s able to restrain himself for the most part, but he is willing to admit that they pique his interest... and his cock sometimes grows to reflect just how interested he is.

He returns to the first story on the bus ride back from the airport to Jersey. It’s symmetrical that way and he kind of likes the idea of finishing his journey with your Kindle and your fanfictions where it originally began. It’s a full circle moment.

The story is a few thousand words, just about ten pages on the device. There are multiple rounds written into it– definitely a score, because in real life, multiple rounds is a luxury for Jack. He gets sleepy after the first and needs a break. Fictional Jack might be setting some unrealistic standards compared to real Jack, but at least real Jack can actually fuck you. All fictional Jack can do is… allude to it. He never actually gets to do it.

Jack’s favorite part of the story comes toward the end. You’ve been wearing your bikinis all summer, teasing Jack with the knowledge of what’s beneath the scrap of fabric. He’s seen your tits plenty of times before, but it always gives him a thrill to see them. One of his favorite things is getting to come all over them and mark them as his, which fictional Jack gets to do.

“You kneel below him, looking up at him with wide and bleary eyes. Jack smirks at you, his hand leisurely stroking his cock. His tip is an angry red, bleeding precum from his slit, but he still doesn’t increase his pace.

‘Ask me for it,’ Jack says, tilting his head to the side. When you open your mouth, Jack taps the head of his cock against your bottom lip, distracting you. Your tongue darts out to lick the salty precum away, but Jack evades you, laughing softly. ‘Such a slut. Well– for me, right? You want to walk around with your tits out all the time, but you’re so easy for my cock. You’re all mine, aren’t you?’

‘Jack, please,’ you pout. ‘I want your cum. Come on my tits.’

Jack slows his hand. Then, he stops stroking himself altogether.

‘What–’ you question involuntarily, brows furrowing and frown deepening. You push your chest out, trying to make the canvas more appealing for Jack. Why did he stop?

‘Give me your hand,’ Jack instructs, holding his hand out with his palm up so that you can take it. You give him your hand, waiting for him to help you up like a gentleman. That’s how this feels, like the momentum of the moment has completely halted. You’re so confused that you’d accept it if Jack just… denied you completely.

Instead, he brings your hand to his cock. He encourages you to curl your fingers around the length, watching your eyes as it slowly dawns on you. You resume his pace, lacking confidence at first and then realizing that this is better.

‘Do it yourself,’ Jack says. ‘You want me to mark you up?’ He bucks his hips forward once, just to throw off your rhythm. ‘Make me.’

You’re whimpering a little bit, puffing out your chest again and shuffling closer on your knees. Your body is practically brushing his from mere proximity. Your other hand comes to Jack’s thigh, tracing his light hair gently in comparison to the increasingly rapid strokes to his length.

Jack gathers your hair in his hand like he does when he fucks your mouth. As if on instinct, you open your mouth. Jack’s smirk reappears. ‘Easy,’ he reminds you again, taking his other hand and cradling your chin. He tilts your head back and spits, aiming at your lips. The difference is, he’s standing and you’re kneeling, so the spit doesn’t find its mark. Instead, it lands on your face. You blink in surprise and Jack uses his thumb to corral the saliva towards your mouth. There’s nothing really left by the time his thumb finds your lips, but you latch on like his digit is a flowing faucet in the middle of Death Valley.”

It turns out, spit is a thing for Jack too. He’s always liked to come on your body, but he didn’t even consider the possibility of a different liquid. Coming on you is a possession thing, and spitting is similar… it’s demeaning, showing that you’re under his control, but Jack likes it because you’d trust him enough to take it. It’s gross, but you’d still let him spit on you and into your mouth.

Well, in theory. He’ll see if you’re actually willing to do such a thing tonight.

Like he said, two can play at that game.

Jack barely bids adieu to his teammates. He speeds home, probably faster than he should knowing how the NJPD can be. He has no plan for if he gets pulled over. Luckily, he doesn’t, and he makes it home in record time.

You’re asleep in bed. It’s early in the morning, but only about an hour before your alarm goes off for work. Timing might be the one thing that really annoys Jack about his job– the game wasn’t finished in California until almost one in the morning in New Jersey, then he had to take the bus to the airport, fly home, take the bus back to Prudential Center, and drive home. It took more time than he wanted it to and he feels bad waking you up, so Jack just climbs into bed and wraps his arms around your sleeping figure. You must’ve felt bad about waking him, because when he blinks his eyes open, you’ve already left for work.

Jack doesn’t find a good time to reveal your secret in the days after his return. You both do your normal routine. Jack returned on Tuesday. His next away trip isn’t until Friday, and once again, it’s a one-night, tiny roadie. He’s only going 30 minutes up the road to MSG. You’re coming with him. By all accounts, he shouldn’t even count it as a roadie.

Jack is desperate to show you that he knows. He also wants you to know that he’s okay with it– that he likes that you read about him and imagine him while he’s gone. He might be eager and rushing things, but this is his first chance to catch you off guard and he’s going to take it. He wants to establish this new routine early– now.

He sits on the couch, his hockey bag already packed and by the door. It’s a night game, so you’ll have time to get ready after work. Jack doesn’t have time. He’s hoping to intercept you as you walk through the apartment door, getting his kicks before he ends up being too late to the arena. Because it’s so close, he gets to drive himself to the arena. He can speed again, but New York City is so fickle with traffic that he knows he’ll run into trouble if you don’t get home, like, imminently.

Big word, yes, but he’s been reading a lot lately. He was always better in school than Quinn and Luke, too. Not a brag– just a fact.

He also seems to have a future (ha, get it?) in predicting the future, because you arrive home just a few minutes later. You set your stuff down on the dining room table before joining Jack on the couch and greeting him with a little kiss.

“Thought you’d be gone by now,” you say, pressing another kiss to his lips and curling into his side.

Jack wraps his arm around your waist and grins at you, crooked and shit-eating. “Couldn’t leave without getting my good luck charm first, eh?”

You laugh at him, pressing your hand against his chest, right over his heart. “It’s barely a roadie. You’re literally coming back here tonight and I’m going to the game.”

“You know how hockey players are with their superstitions,” Jack pouts, poking your side until you let out a sarcastic and dramatic sigh, rolling your eyes while you climb onto his lap like you don’t love sitting there.

“I know how my hockey player is with his superstitions,” you reply, placing your palms on Jack’s jaw and squishing his cheeks together a little bit.

Jack wiggles beneath you, still grinning and jostling you on his lap in the process. He’s already half-hard from his excitement about surprising you with your own fantasy.

“But,” you continue. Your hands fall to his chest again. “I don’t have any ideas for you, sweetheart.”

“That’s okay,” Jack says. “I have plenty.”

You laugh, tossing your head back. “Of course you do.”

“Well, I was reading this book on my roadie,” Jack starts.

“Oh, yeah, we never talked about that. Was it good? I know you were really excited to read about–”

“Not that one,” Jack interrupts. “I didn’t end up reading that. I’ll probably read it when we go to Toronto next week.”

A look of confusion passes over your face. “Then what did you read?” You question.

Jack just smiles, waiting for it to click in your head. There’s only so much that he’d be able to read on your Kindle. You’d read one of your normal books last night and clearly hadn’t noticed anything different on the device, so you can’t immediately think of a book that Jack would read.

You narrow your eyes at him, suspicious. “What did you read?” You repeat, voice cautious.

Jack wiggles his eyebrows, hands inching down to cover your behind. He rolls his hips up against your core. He’s still smiling.

Your lips part, mouthing half of an interrogative word to yourself while you think. You’re fiddling with Jack’s t-shirt, evaluating him.

Jack brings a hand up to your neck, cupping the back and pulling you in for a kiss. You come easily, kissing Jack’s lips. Your movements are slightly stilted, still thinking about Jack’s literary options.

His hand moves from the back of your neck to your jaw. He lets his thumb and his forefinger smush your cheeks.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“Wait– open your mouth again, baby?” Jack prompts, feigning concern.

You automatically obey him, still looking confused. “What?” You try to ask with an open mouth, the word coming out garbled.

Jack grins, subtly gathering a wad of saliva in his mouth while he looks into your mouth. There was nothing there, he just needed an excuse to get your mouth open. This is better than outright saying it. From your comments, he knows that you’re at least interested. If you hate it, you’ll talk about it later. He wants to see the realization on your face. It’s a big risk, knowing that you could cringe and flinch and react negatively, but Jack has a feeling you won’t.

He grips your cheeks, keeping your mouth open as wide as you’ll allow. Jack misses the flash of alarm and understanding in your eyes because he’s busy aiming at your mouth. Jack spits his saliva onto your tongue and releases his grip on your cheeks. Your mouth clamps shut and you stare at him, eyes wide and thoroughly shocked.

Jack quirks an eyebrow at you, satisfied by your frozen figure atop his lap. He checks the clock over your shoulder, seeing that he’s really running out of time. He was supposed to leave about five minutes ago.

An idea pops into Jack’s head. He could leave you here, processing things, and go play his game. Then, he can come back later and pick up where he left off.

Deciding to do that, Jack plops a chaste kiss on your lips before he stands, still cradling you with your knees squeezing his hips, but legs not quite wrapped around his middle. He lays you on the couch and kisses you again before returning to his full height. He thumbs over your bottom lip as if he’s wiping away his kiss.

“Bye, baby,” Jack bids you, then gathers his stuff and leaves the apartment.

You don’t say anything or move an inch until after he’s gone.

Jack plays a great game. He knows you’re in the wag suite and he knows that he makes it onto the jumbotron a few times– probably even more on the live television feed that plays in the suite– just because of how well he’s playing. He makes sure to spit on the ice way more often than he normally does, just to send you a message.

In the back of his head, Jack realizes that people who write fanfiction will be thirsting over these clips of him spitting. Good. More things for you to read while he’s gone.

You’re home by the time he makes it back. You’re on him from the second he walks through the front door.

“You read my–”

“Your secret fanfiction?” Jack teases. “It was an accident at first, but then I realized who it was about.”

You groan, whining as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and bury your face in his neck. Jack knows you’re blushing and he just laughs, cradling your body in his arms. Jack kisses the side of your head, burying his nose in your hair and smelling your shampoo.

“Is that why you spat in my mouth?” You question, voice muffled against his skin.

Jack laughs again, smiling and swinging you around in his arms playfully. “You seemed to like that bit in your books.”

“It was only in, like, one,” you deflect.

Jack snorts. “It was in four, baby, and those are just the ones that I read.”

You grumble again, pressing your lips against his neck in a miserable kiss. “You’re so weird,” you tell him.

“You’re the one reading fanfiction about your boyfriend while he’s away,” Jack replies. “Then you’re recreating it.” He pauses. “‘Such a slut. Well– for me, right?’”

“Oh my God,” you wail.

“Tell me, baby, what do you do when you’re reading those little stories? Do you touch yourself?”

“Jack,” you complain.

“C’mon, sweetheart. You’ll take my spit in your mouth but you won’t tell me if you touch yourself to the thought of me?”

“You are so weird,” you say again.

Jack feels triumphant, proud of himself. He’s glad that you’re still wrapped up in his arms, even though you’re embarrassed and red.

“Can I recreate my favorite one?” Jack asks, kissing your head again. “Like you did?”

You pull back from him, fingers finding the nape of his neck and toying with his hair. You seem skeptical, eying him. “You really read them enough to have a favorite one?” You ask, bottom lip sticking out for Jack to lean down and capture between his teeth.

He nibbles playfully until you start tugging at his locks, convincing him to back away. “‘Course I did,” Jack says, shrugging. “These writers seem to think I’m very good at pleasing you.”

You start to laugh, shaking your head.

“Do you write them?” Jack asks.

That brings you up short. “Do I write them?”

“Yeah. You know how I fuck best, don’t you?” Jack taps your nose with his own. “So, do you write?”

You make a face. “No. I’m not much of a writer.”

That’s true– you’ve often complained to Jack about how you’d like to be able to write as well as your favorite authors. He should’ve thought about that. Instead, he goes back to his most pressing question.

“So?” Jack asks.

“So, what?”

“Can we recreate one?”

He wants you in a tiny bikini or your prettiest push-up bra, your meticulous hand jerking his cock until he comes all over your chest. He wants to spit in your mouth again.

“Which one?”

Jack detangles you from his arms and crosses over to the thermostat. He punches up the heat to 80ºF, turning to look at you.

“Oh, no,” he simpers sarcastically. “It’s so hot in here. It’s like when we’re at the lake house in Michigan during the summer and you wear your bikini around the house all day, teasing me.”

You look thoroughly unimpressed. “You don’t have to turn up the thermostat. You can just ask me to put on my bikini, baby.”

Jack sticks his tongue out at you and resets the thermostat. “Will you put on your bikini for me?”

“Yes. Also, J, I didn’t read that one yet.”

Jack is delighted. He really gets to guide you through this, leaving you in the dark like he was the first few times you acted out a fanfiction together without his knowledge. “Good,” he says. “Then you’ll be just as surprised as I was when I read it.”

You roll your eyes once more, hiding a smile, before you disappear down the hall and into the bedroom. Jack puts his hockey stuff on the balcony like always. You tend to complain that it stinks. He’s used to it by now, having played hockey for so many years. The smell is nothing.

He joins you in the bedroom and finds you in your bikini, just like you said you’d be. It’s the white one that you’ve had for ages, since before Jack started begging you to go to the gym with him. He asked you to do so so that he could watch you work out and get all sweaty– hot– and he doesn’t regret it one bit. You were less broad then. The musculation broadened your hips and your chest, like it was expected to. Age has also helped– you once complained to Jack about looking different than you used to, so he looked it up so that he could find some way to comfort you that was steeped in fact rather than sympathetic words, and he found that women go through a second kind of puberty in their life where they become even more womanly. That’s the best way he can describe it. Jack doesn’t care that your body has “changed” since he started dating you. He barely even notices, except in moments like these.

The swimsuit is small on you. It doesn’t cover everything the way it used to when you first bought it. The triangular cups spread only so far over your tits, leaving sideboob for Jack to gawk at. The bottoms are wrenched up over your hips and you’re facing away from him, so he gets to see the way that the fabric bunches and tries to ride up between your cheeks.

He can’t help it. He crosses the room and grabs at your ass, completely groping you. It would be inappropriate if you weren’t together and minutes away from fucking. Luckily, Jack gets to touch you whenever he wants. It’s the best thing ever.

“Ja-ack,” you complain, drawing his name out and turning towards him. Jack is reluctant to let go of your lower half, so he circles his arms around your waist to keep his hands on your skin. He splays his fingers out as much as he can before he cups the weight of your behind in each palm, pointedly inching closer to grind his hips against your front.

“Pretty girl,” Jack compliments, claiming your lips again with his. He never gets enough of kissing you.

You kiss him back, then you bring your hands down and grope his ass in the exact same manner as he’s groping yours.

“Hey,” Jack exclaims, his touch flying to your hands and removing them.

“Oh, so you can do it but I can’t?” You question. “That’s not fair.”

“I don’t have an ass like yours!”

“Are you calling me fat?”

This is your go-to line when Jack compliments your figure– particularly your ass and your tits. He was absolutely shocked and affronted the first time you pulled that line out of thin air, but this time might be the millionth time you’ve asked him if he thinks you’re fat, so he’s used to it.

Jack bites his lip and wiggles his eyebrows, putting his hands on your assets again. “Calling your ass fat,” he replies. “I love this fat ass.” He punctuates his tease with a squeeze.

You burst out laughing. “You’re so fucking weird!” You repeat again.

“Get on your knees,” Jack says. He’s trying to inflect his words like Bob asking Linda to undress in Bob’s Burgers. He knows you’ll get the reference, even though you don’t react.

You give him a little look, just a slight cut of your eyes, and then you kneel down. Jack’s cock twitches in his pants at the mere sight of it.

He cups your jaw with one hand and tilts your chin up, biting his lip as he admires you. “Easy,” Jack says.

“Well, I’m not going to fucking fight you, Jack. You’re the one who wants to recreate this fanfiction and I’ve never read it, so obviously I’m going to listen–”

While your mouth is moving, Jack gathers spit. Instead of letting it fly from his mouth towards your face, Jack lets it drip in a long line until you realize what he’s doing and stop talking. He quirks an eyebrow, prompting you.

You open your mouth again and let his saliva fall onto your tongue.

Jack pats your cheek and you close your lips. Jack waits, but he sees no movement in your throat.

“Swallow,” he tells you.

And you do.

Jack can’t really describe the feeling that washes over him. It’s simultaneously exciting that you will take anything he gives you and like an honor that you’ll do something so– odd? Is that the word? Jack doesn’t know– just because he asked you to.

There’s also the sexy bit, where it’s something from his body that you’re swallowing. He’s always loved it when you swallow his seed, but that’s so much more normalized. Every guy likes that. Not every guy does this spit thing.

“That’s my girl,” Jack says. He bends down and kisses your forehead as a reward.

You don’t seem to have the words to form a reply.

“Was that okay?” Jack asks. He needs to make sure that your speechlessness is because it’s sexy and you like it, not because you’re staying quiet and dealing with his actions, just waiting it out until he’s finished. Then, you’ll never do it again and he’ll never be the wiser that you hated it.

You nod. “Yeah,” you agree quietly. “I like it.”

Jack’s anxiety melts. “I’m not making you do this?”

You shake your head. “No. It’s–” You shrug and look down.

“Tell me,” Jack implores gently. “I need to know.”

“It’s different is all. Now I’m thinking about it too much, I don’t want to think about it.” You pout up at Jack, looking a little sad.

He wants to solve it for you. “Okay, we don’t have to talk about it. As long as you like it, that’s enough.”

“I like it,” you confirm. You touch his knee, then the front of his pants. “Can I show you how much I like it?”

Jack nods, bringing his hands to his belt and undoing it. He unzips himself and drops the dress pants to his ankles, letting you do the work on his briefs. “You can,” Jack says. “But you have to stop before I come.”

You’re pulling him out of his underwear as he speaks, but you pause when he tells you when you have to stop. You look up at him, hand circling his cock. He’s been growing hard this whole time, so his cock is standing out towards your face even without your hand guiding it. Once, you were making fun of him, and you compared his dick to a compass trying to find “true North”– you. Jack has thought about that moment every single time you take his cock out since you said it. He’s been able to move past it, but he thinks about it nonetheless.

“I’m never the problem when it comes to stopping,” you bite at him, your words pointed and knowing.

“Fuck off,” Jack sneers playfully. You might be right, but that’s not fair. He likes to come, he doesn’t want to stop himself. “Suck my dick, baby.”

You stick out your tongue at him, but then you take him in your mouth.

Like most times, all thought leaves Jack’s head. When he fucks you, or when you’re taking care of him, there’s rarely anything actually flowing through his head. His mind is just automatically filled with holy shit– mouth– warm– tongue– oh, I hope you do that again– fuck, shit, oh my God– wait, don’t thrust, you don’t want to gag too much– on a loop.

When he looks at you, his heart is lurching because of the slopes of your cheekbones and the wide, blown out look in your eyes. He can’t look at you and feel your movements at the same time because he will come down your throat. He’s just a man. He’s simple.

Jack takes you by the hair and stops you, pulling out of your mouth and stepping away. He’s breathing more heavily than before and his cock is throbbing with a need to release. His hand circles his base, trapping himself and providing a bit of relief.

Some of your spit keeps his dick connected to your mouth. It’s hot. Briefly, Jack tries to decide if he’d let you spit in his mouth, but it requires too much thought for the moment, so he tables it for later.

“Give me your hand,” Jack says.

You comply and Jack curls your fingers around his shaft. You wait for him to tell you what to do– which Jack definitely likes.

“I want to come on your pretty tits,” Jack says, trying not to twitch and jerk his hips when you start to move your hand. “And I want you to make it happen.”

You grin up at him, dipping your head to press a kiss to the tip of his cock before you guide him towards your chest. Jack’s cockhead bumps your collarbone before you start to drag your hand in thorough strokes, pointing the tip towards the valley of your cleavage. You look up at him all the meanwhile, watching his face as he succumbs to the pleasure you’re providing to him.

Jack touches your face with one hand. Your free hand is resting on the front side of his hip, just feeling him. He places his other hand over yours, gripping the appendage in a distorted version of holding your hand.

Warmth shoots through his body, your clenches and twists along his cock hurling him towards the powerful climax that he’s been anticipating since he started reading your little stories on the bus on the way to California.

“Fuck, baby, you’re always so good at that,” Jack tells you, praising you in the way that always brings a sweet blush onto your cheeks.

You thank him quietly, bashfully, continuing your ministrations until the pleasure overcomes Jack and he moans, watching his cum splash over your skin. It’s the strokes of a masterpiece, but at the same time, Jack is marring the masterpiece that is your body with the white ropes that you’ve drawn from his cock. He’s privileged because he gets to ruin you.

After he comes, Jack brings you up to your feet and kisses you again. He can taste himself on your tongue, tangling with his as you kiss him back. Jack brings his hand between your legs, dipping into the fabric to find that you’re deliciously wet between your folds.

He teases you with his fingers while he kisses you, letting time pass until you’re wiggling against him and making little noises into his mouth. Jack dips his finger into your hole, only going up to the first knuckle. It’s barely enough to satisfy you, but it allows Jack to belittle you a bit before giving you more, when you beg for it.

Surprisingly, you don’t beg for him to finger you more. You don’t ask him to take your bikini off. You keep kissing him and whining into his mouth, grinding your hips. After only a few more rolls of your hips, you pull away.

“Let me try something,” you whisper, kissing him once more before returning to your knees.

“‘Kay,” Jack agrees, watching you carefully.

You kneel tall, pursing your lips and focusing on his cock, which is doing its best to fill up entirely for the second time.

Jack’s eyes nearly pop out of his head when you push your breasts together so that Jack’s cock can rest between them. The pressure from your hands against your boobs, sandwiching Jack’s cock, drives him crazy.

The smug look on your face, knowing what you’re doing to him, makes Jack even crazier. It’s like when you’d recreate your little stories. You were in the know, but Jack was not. Now, you knew that you’d be tittyfucking your boyfriend, and you knew that he’s got a thing for your chest… oh, it’s a dream. Jack might never be able to look at anyone else sexually ever again. Holy shit.

It doesn’t take long for him to become fully hard again. He’s about seconds away from blowing a second load on your chest– an appealing idea, but evidently one that you won’t let happen.

You pull back, drawing a complaint from Jack’s throat. You stand and push him back onto the bed, Jack pulling you with him. You land on top of his chest with a little ‘oof.’ You push yourself into a seated position, heavy on his lap.

“Did’ya like it?” You tease, hands planted securely on Jack’s ribcage. You grind down against his naked cock. The soaked fabric of your bikini bottoms bunches up as you roll your hips, then shifts the other way when you rock back. The sensation is far too much for Jack in this state.

Jack puts his hands on your hips and halts your movements. You resist a little bit, ironically going against your words from earlier about not fighting him.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come,” Jack says. “I want to come in you, baby.”

“Okie,” you agree like a goof, which gives Jack a little reprieve. You laugh and pat his chest, kneeling up a bit so that you can take his cock in your hand. You shift the crotch of your bikini bottoms to the side and sink down on Jack’s member, enveloping him entirely.

Jack breathes out as you settle against him. He has to close his eyes and push all the air out of his lungs before he can look up at you again.

His cum has dried on your chest. Your hair is wild. Your fingernails are digging into his chest as you start to rise and fall. Your tits bounce, drawing Jack’s eyes. He can’t really decide where to look– your tits, your face, your pussy… which is swallowing his cock greedily and perfectly, the way only you can.

Your walls are gummy and hot. It’s impossible to escape the pleasure or stave off his second orgasm, especially not when you flex your abdomen and rotate your hips in a little figure-eight that has you inadvertently clenching down on him. You’re like a vice, the one with the crank that takes a tight grip and makes it almost clinically impossible to un-attach.

Jack is probably babbling, although he’s more focused on the sweet little moans and breaths that escape from your mouth. You’re biting your bottom lip, so Jack reaches up to pull it from your teeth. He thinks again of what it would be like to have you spit into his mouth from this vantage point, but then you start to bounce again and he loses the idea into the ether of pleasure. His first two fingers find your tongue and you start to suck, more noises leaving your mouth and sending vibrations up his arm.

His insides start to feel warm and fuzzy, which is when Jack stutters out a brief warning that he’s going to come. He doesn’t know how close you are, but your fingers on one hand have started to flick against your clit in quick motions. Jack watches your fingers move, enraptured by the sight because they’re just so deft– and then he remembers that those fingers spurred him towards an orgasm before, which landed across your chest– and then a little bit of your saliva slides between his fingers and cools in the bedroom air– and Jack comes inside of you. It knocks all of the breath and all of the tension out of his body, leaving him completely blank and new like he’s floating in space without anything around.

The first thing he sees after whiting out from the orgasm is you, legs shaking, writhing so violently from the gratification of your own climax that his cock is displaced from its home in your cunt. His cum drips out of you and the rapid emptiness allows you to pull off Jack’s favorite trick– your orgasm manifests in a squirt that washes over Jack’s pelvis and leaves you grinding into the air for more.

Jack pushes himself up to a half-seated position to catch you when you sag forward from sheer exhaustion, kissing you again and bringing you to a position where you can straddle his thigh and continue chasing the aftershocks of your climax. You’re mewling into his mouth desperately, hips working, and Jack wants to give you another but he just can’t. He’s entirely spent.

He plugs you with two fingers, filling you because he knows that’s what you need. You hump against his hand as you come down, your kisses becoming less wanton and needy as you exit the rush of emotion you’re experiencing.

Your kisses turn sweet and long, sensual but not intentional. You’re making out just to feel each other, just like how Jack has his fingers inside of you just so that you’re full.

“That wasn’t exactly what I read,” Jack is able to joke after your rocking stops.

“No?” You ask, voice thick, the way it is when you first wake up in the morning and you’re not sure what’s real and what’s a dream. Jack loves when your voice gets like that after he fucks you– it means he did a good job and you’re so satisfied that you’re sleepy. Your eyes are closed now and you wrap your arms around Jack’s neck, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder.

“I was supposed to spit on your face before you made me come,” Jack says.

You hum. “I think ours was better.”

“Maybe you should write it down,” Jack teases, which earns him a sharp tug to his hair. He laughs. “Okay, message received.”

You sit in silence for another few minutes. Jack draws shapes all over the expanse of your back– although his favorite is the attempted rose that he puts between your shoulderblades or the series of loopy hearts at the base of your spine.

“I have another question,” Jack says.

“Hm?”

You really are sleepy. Jack might have to sit you on the counter in the ensuite bathroom and clean you up with a wet rag instead of washing your body of his cum in the shower, which is what he was fully planning to do. That being said, Jack asks his final (series) of question(s).

“That stuff wasn’t, like, actually published, right? People aren’t making money off of my name and life? I don’t have to sue anyone? I feel like that would be a little embarrassing. I don’t want to go to court because of fanfiction.”

He makes you giggle. “No, baby. They’re not real books. Although, there are probably some real books whose love interests were inspired by you.”

Jack hums. “I’ll allow it.”

“Don’t worry. I’m sure they don’t even compare to the real thing.” You kiss his shoulder and toy with his hair a little more before Jack decides to take you to the bathroom and clean you up.

You continue to share your sweet kisses, puckering your lips to ask for another every few minutes, and Jack is hopeless to deny you. Not after you did so well, anyway– letting him do exactly what he wanted, and even improving it by working him over with your boobs and squirting because of his cock.

Jack takes you back to bed after you’re all clean, cuddling up behind you and spooning you. “Love you,” he murmurs in your ear before kissing your neck.

“Love you,” you parrot back. “Can’t believe you’re making me find a fanfiction that’s better than that for your next goodbye.”

“I’ll do some research, too,” Jack offers.

You scoff, shaking your head fondly and laughing at Jack one last time before falling asleep. “So fucking weird.”

notes: this has been in my inbox since MAY ELEVENTH. Cappy's patience cannot be overpraised. she sent me FIVE requests outlining this whole thing, complete with dialogue, most of which was completely thrown out the window when i got my own ideas and actually started writing. you all will likely never see the original requests, but they are so silly goofy looking back on it. i have them written down in my notes app, having done that before i embarked on this journey, and i will probably not delete them because it's a nice little memory. back to my roots.

like i told cappy: this fic was a canon event, a fixed point, in my writing journey. i hope you all SINCERELY enjoy it. i know i've said this before, but this could be my magnum opus <3 i think it is the best contender at the moment.

i hope you all enjoyed!

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bruisedboys · 1 year ago

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i love ur writing sm 🥹 since we got jealous!finnick can we get jealous!reader and how finnick reacts to it? ❤️

“Baby, come on.” Finnick follows you out of the glass elevator, almost jogging to catch up with your angry march. You speed up pointedly. “What did I do?”

“Nothing, Finnick,” you say sharply, without looking at him. The entire elevator ride was heavy with your silent irritation. You don’t want to talk about it, obviously.

“Well, why are you acting like I did?” Finnick presses.

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I’m not.”

“You— sweetheart.” Finnick snags your wrist and pulls you back. You scowl, annoyed at being pushed around. You struggle in his grip but he only grabs your other wrist, holding you still. It’s times like this that you hate having such a muscular boyfriend.

“Come on,” he says, practically begging with you now. “What’s the matter? I don’t understand why you’re so mad.”

“It’s nothing,” you say through your teeth, still struggling against his grip.

Finnick rolls his eyes and holds you tighter, his fingers digging into your wrists. “Is this about Johanna?”

“What?” You falter in your attempts to escape. It is about Johanna, actually. You’d rather he didn't know that, though. “Why would it be about Johanna?”

Even to your own ears your incredulity sounds fake, your voice a notch too high. Finnick stares at you hard and you look away, burning hot under his gaze. Big mistake.

“So it is about her?” he asks slowly. You can hear the knowing smirk in his voice.

“I don’t—“ you stammer, desperately trying to string together a lie that’s not as embarrassing as the truth. You stare at him and his awful grin for a few seconds, fuming. Then, “Fine, yes, it’s about Johanna. She wouldn’t leave you alone!”

“We talked for ten minutes, honey,” Finnick says, measured to your frantic. “You know she’s just a friend.”

“She called you handsome and then winked at you,” you say, mortified, your act completely forgotten. "What am I supposed to think about that?"

You realise your mistake too late — you’ve given yourself away. You’re about to take it back in an attempt to save yourself from an onslaught of teasing when Finnick laughs.

“So you’re saying I’m not handsome?” He asks, eyebrows raised.

Bastard. You hate him, you swear.

“Never mind,” you say bluntly. “Whatever.”

You twist out of his grasp and stalk off. You’re still absolutely rolling in annoyance when you get to yours and Finnick’s shared room. You get as far as the entryway before Finnick’s on you again like a hawk. He grabs you while you're sliding your shoes off and pushes you none too gently against the nearest wall.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

“Sure you are. You just laughed at me!" You say incredulously, hitting him in the chest.

“Because you’re being silly, darling," Finnick says. Somehow, he makes it sound affectionate. He strokes your cheek with the back of his hand. "Johanna’s a friend. How can you think I’d ever look at anyone else that way when I have you, hm? I’m yours forever, sweet girl."

You blink at him. What is his problem? He laughs at you for being jealous and then says something as life ruining as that? He’s gonna be the death of you one day.

"You really need to stop saying things like that,” you say weakly.

Finnick tilts his head to the side, a knowing look in his ocean eyes. “Why’s that?”

You glare. “You know why.”

Finnick just laughs. “You’re adorable.”

You’re about to tell him to shut up when he kisses you, too fast for you to see it coming, too lovely for you to stop it. His mouth is warm. He tastes like wine. You forget you’re angry at him. When he’s kissing you like this, you have no reason to be jealous. You guess you never really did.

“I’m sorry,” you say when he pulls away. His kiss has unravelled you. Sucked away all your anger and hot jealousy. “For being so mad at you. S’not your fault.”

"It's okay," Finnick tells you, shrugging. He dips down to kiss you again. You push up on your toes to reciprocate his heat, your hand pushing up to love on the hair at the nape of his neck. He’s pulling back before either of you can get too carried away, a smug smile on his pretty mouth as he says, “Jealousy looks good on you, baby."

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yanderestarangel · 1 year ago

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ʚ♡ɞ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 | 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐊1 ʚ♡ɞ

TW : god complex, power play, v!sex, oral ( f!re ), extreme praise kink, worship of you, face sitting, degradation, daddykink, afab anatomy.

johnny cage, bi han, shang tsung, tomas vrbada, reiko, shang tsung, quan chi, baraka.

Using his huge cock to reach the right places in your pussy, watching you tremble while he smiled roguishly, enjoying the tightness of your little pussy, the difference in size just made him want you like he never wanted anyone, how your pussy accommodated itself beautifully in the his thick dick.

Spilling degrading compliments while he fucks you mercilessly, in the bathroom, on the floor or even in public, with the risk of someone catching you with your pussy stuck out at him, while his heavy balls beat the rhythm of your aching and overstimulated clit, you would ask and beg him stop, only for him to put one of his hands on your neck and force you to look at him.

"-Stop? But your little pussy keeps sucking my dick back, my love... It's not my fault." He mocked as he opened your thighs wide, stopping to insert his dick and showing you your wet and tight hole, drooling and bringing his thick shaft back.

"-Look at that my dumb slut, your pussy, so eager, so hungry for Daddy's cock. It's beginning to be fucked harder, faster." He didn't even accept another protest after that, accelerating with all the strength of his hips, he knew you loved it, loved being degraded, treated like just his slut and he loved giving you exactly what you wanted. Seeing your pussy sucking his cock with fervor made him want to fuck you more and more every day, roughly hitting every thirsty and wet hole you had to offer him.

He would make you squirt on his dick, shake and just worship his dick like it was the only thing that existed in your world, a superior complex to you, you are his beautiful submissive and he just wants you to use that beautiful pussy to enjoy and have pleasure. "-You're so beautiful when you come apart like this just a pretty, dumb whore."

raiden, kung lao, kuai liang, kenshi, syzoth,liu kang, havik.

Using his mouth and tongue to worship your pussy on his face for hours and hours on end, he doesn't care if you're shaved or not, he just wants to worship your little pussy on his face. His husky moans reverberated against your soft, wet flesh, your pussy's erotic juices mixing with his hot saliva. His two strong and warm hands hold you in place, motivating you to ride more and more into his mouth, he loved the feeling of the sweet smell that you spread through his mouth and nose, with each ride, desperate to cum, you looked beautiful if writhing in pleasure without any inhibition with your desire to just come at him like a good boy/girl, he will just adore you and adore your pussy, every part of you is perfection to him.

As you used his face as a chair, he couldn't help but whisper and moan praises with each angelic moan that rumbled from your throat.

"-Fuck baby, You're amazing, you're absolutely breathtaking Mmm- God, you feel so good." He continued to attack your pussy, working the sensitive bundles of soft flesh, each spasm that brought you even closer to cumming was like a Renaissance painting for his eyes, your breasts, your hips, your ass, your thighs, your lips glistening and separated by an expression of pure passion and surrender to him and the compliments he gave you, made him the happiest man in the world at that moment.

He stuck his tongue in once again, making you scream and tremble with his name leaving your lips, like a prayer, you were a mess on top of him looking for even more and more friction with his mouth, while he only accelerated the pace of his tongue praising you even more for having such a beautiful and greedy pussy.

"-You're so tight, so perfect, I love you so much, you know? You try so hard to be good to everyone and especially to me Mmm- I can't get enough of you, You're such a good boy/girl." He spoke between moans against your pussy, making you whimper and hold his hair tightly, while you felt your core heat up, a clear sign that you were going to cum, and he knew it, he loved you and knew you like no one else.

"-Yes... Just cum in my mouth my angel, just let me taste your sweet juices, please cum on my tongue and make me more proud of you."

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baby-dr1ver · 1 year ago

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kinktober <3

overstimulation

max x reader

warnings: smut, as slapping, kinda mean!max, eating out, fingering

Singapore. A fucking disaster. An absolute shit show.

No one even had the balls to go near the garage knowing that Max was fuming. You side eyed Christian and the egineers as you passed by, knowing it wasn’t truly their fault but, knowing they did nothing to help. You passed Checo and gave him a sympathy pat as he pointed down the hall to Max’s driver room.

You gently knocked on the door, “Max? Baby? Can I come in?” He grunted and you took it as a yes. You pushed open the door and saw Max sitting their, back to the door and his head down. You could see how tense he was, he held onto all the disappointment knowing his dad had already ripped into him over the phone.

You softly landed your hand on his back, sitting beside him. “So, that was a shit show.” He let out a startling laugh, “Always know the right thing to say-yeah a fucking shit show.”

You scratched up his back, massaging the back of his neck. “Well, let’s get back to the hotel so I can make it better.” His head shot up at that, eyes dialated, mouth parted. You giggled and stood up, holding out your hand. He took it and immediately pulled you into a kiss. “I’m gonna ruin you.” He whispered against your lips.

The ride back to the hotel was hell. Between Max’s wandering hands and every bump in the road, you felt as if you were going to pop. Max knew this, he knew watching you shift foot to foot in the elevator, and even when they approached their room.

He pushed open the door and nudged you. He slammed the door and in came the demands. “Clothes off, hands and knees. Go. I won’t ask twice.” He didn’t leave room to argue.

You stripped yourself of your bottoms and shirt, leaving you in a bra and underwear. Max was halfway out of his jacket when he stopped. “I think clothes off means everything sweet girl, are you already to dumb to understand instructions?” You quickly shook your head no and pulled the rest off. You got on your hands and knees on the middle of the bed. You could feel Max’s loomy presence behind you as he left delicate kisses down your back.

Everything was calm, but he decided to change that with a harsh smack to your ass. You gasped and pulled yourself forward, away from the attack. “Don’t run darling, everythings fine.” As reassuring as he was, you knew there was more to come.

No words needed to be spoken as he bit your ass and let a trail of spit down to your already sopping wet center. Max pulled your ass apart to open you up, salivating at how you looked.

Back bowed, pussy front and center, dripping wet and ready for the taking. He plunges his fingers in with no warning, letting his thumb control the pleasure on your clit.

“Max, fuck please slow down I’m gonna-” You let out a small scream as the abuse on your clit never stopped, pushing you to your first orgasm of the night. Except, he didn’t let up. His fingers kept going as he used his other hand to free him of his shirt and unbuckle his pants to relieve the pressure on his growing bulge. He smacked your ass again before flipping you over and kissing you the second time that night. Just as he added another finger, his lips found your nipple and began sucking harshly. You yelped and pushed your chest in his face.

“Christ love, you’re so fucking wet. Who did this to you?” He smirked and pulled away from your chest, increasing the speed of his fingers. All you could let out was small ‘uh uh’s’ and he didn’t like that. Max slapped your boob and forced you to look at him. “Who did this to you?”

“You! You Max, only you!” Your body convusled as another orgasm came over you.

This went on for awhile, he switched between eating you out and only using his fingers. You begged him to slow down-stop, give you a break, anything.

He pulled from your pussy for a breather. “Why would I do that baby? I haven’t even gotten my cock in you yet”

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astralnymphh · 9 months ago

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what if u get a scratch and vampire ellie smells u from a mile away and she’s so desperate to have your blood that she lures you into her house and begs you for just a little taste. she whines and apologizes over and over again for being so needy while drinking your blood.

no smut. but suggestive! doc version included

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ oohhhh.. literally loser!vampire!ellie. the layout would be reader who's ultimate best friends with her; long time childhood friends potentially? and, let's also exercise the chance that ellie was fortunate enough to keep her vampirism veiled from your knowledge all this time. (if edward cullen could, she can too.) so, on one superficially mundane day near the woods where you happen to break skin by means i will leave up to individual imagination, ellie just so happens to be a mile away - returning home after a hunt proved to be in vain (girl had to feed bad but was way too delirious to concentrate.) - so, what transpires when she picks up the familiar scent of her beloved friends blood, an aroma commonly encountered, but always ignored despite her bloodstained appetite? yield.

"hey, my cars' just by the curb there. can give you a ride back to my place, patch that scratch up. 'ts not a big deal."

strange for her to utter that - it's not a big deal, when your puny little scratch is incapable of even irritating you that bad, but ellie insists, softly. what she omitted, is exactly what will happen between plopping on her bed and actually plastering a band-aid on that scratch. blood was drawn, crimson had dripped, and nothing goes off without a hitch when a voracious vamp meets the nectar of life, nothing. "you don't have to look— just, let me, please? again, i'm so sorry for asking." her voice withered and apologetic, a breathy and sedated mess with her fingers twiddling and twining with yours, sat adjacent to you just looking so so guilty for even bringing the topic up; vex with herself that she couldn't ignore it, like all the other past instances. "ellie, i— ugh, okay. if it's only a little.." and— that reply of sanction should excite her, god forbid she doesn't have the biggest crush on you, and now she's doing this thing viewed as intimate by some of her peers? but she can't help but feel.. sorrowfully faulted at first.

she drags her lips over the nub of your wrist before she separates them and bares her pretty teeth, poking your skin in little dints. vampiric foreplay. "you do this with every girl?" and you say it earnestly, yet with a light heart. no ill will bending in your tone nor intention. yet vulnerability casts a pall over ellie right now, taking blood from the one she can't keep her damn desires off, "i don't— i don't, no, fuck.. never, you're the only one so far." she mumbles, withdrawing her teeth a moment to spew that recital of apologies "so fuckin' sorry, please don't watch me. i just need.. just need—" she's literally so ashamed of her vehement needs for your taste, she can't even complete her sentences, unsheathing her teeth once more and burying them into the flesh by your wrist bone, grunting simultaneously with your pretty little wince.

although it is strange— on the edge of daunting, you managed to muster a fondness for it after a minute or so; the adrenaline rush at first bite, the excess of blood smearing her pale rose lips in a blotchy pattern, sometimes trickling the rise of her chin, those cursedly cute noises she makes during the feed, the fumble of her fingers trying to pull your arm deeper into her mouth like your wrist alone wasn't suitable of quenching, suspending her sucks with a spluttered or breathless, "damn it, sorry, just a little longer." whispered unto the delicate massacre painting your lower forearm— you love it. too much, you love her sudden jump in energy, pinning you on the mattress with her whole body and lodging her knee between your thighs, all while pleasuring you with pain, you fucking adore it. she has to know.

"take all you need, ellie. i don't mind, you can have me all you want, hmm?"

who knows where her mouth ended up next.

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ignore why i wrote sm i did not plan to yap this much apologies if its rushed i am quite tired.

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strawberryblue-blog · 4 months ago

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Ride on me —Ruben Dias.

summary: Ruben asks you to ride his face.

warnings: YES. +18. SMUT. (face riding, f oral, spanking, p in v, unprotected sex)

words count: +2k

A sigh escaped your lips as the kisses on your neck began licking, biting and tasting your skin delicately. Ruben's hands squeezed your hips as yours sought contact on his muscular back.

The kissing session had begun with some innocence and sweetness as you cuddled in bed after dinner and ready to rest but had become wilder and more passionate as time went on. His lips bit the skin of your neck as your moans escaped your mouth, enjoying your boyfriend's touches.

Your fingers stroked the strands of his hair, combing and tousling it as you stroked his silky scalp and then did it again. Your body fully extended as his body hugged yours on top, one of your legs wrapped around his ass and back, holding him tight. His face would travel down your chest, leaving little soft touches of kisses on your skin and your hands would embrace every part of him. Ruben would caress you with his lips until he reached your breasts, where he gently caressed them, wrapping them in his palm and squeezing them until you gasped, pressing him against your body.

He was too playful tonight. Your eyes focused on his precious gaze as his mouth moved to one of your nipples and wrapped around it, licking it. You arched your back in pleasure but you couldn't because he was all over you and went back to sucking on your mound. Your crotch was on fire with Ruben's every action, so you sought some relief by moving your hips against his abs. Your boyfriend smiled mischievously.

His hands slid down your legs caressing your soft skin, feeling it tremble each time he got closer and closer to your center. A gasp escaped your mouth as his fingers made contact with your lacy panties underneath your short dress type nightgown not at all sensual (but which was comfortable for being at home). His fingers groped the area, moaning as they made contact with your wetness.

"Damn, baby" he whispered against your lips when he could tell how wet you were even without touching you directly.

"You're so wet for me" he gasped.

You bit your lip as you felt his fingers run down your panties and for this time, he did caress your hot center. He ran up and down your entire slit, up and down, getting wet with your wetness.

"And that was just a few simple kisses, baby" he teases, laughing as he strokes your clit a little.

Your back arches and you slap your chest against his, feeling your nipples rub against your clothes and his hard muscles, making you gasp loudly. You were too horny and yes, it had only been a few kisses but you can't blame yourself. It's his fault for being so damn horny. Anyone who had someone like Ruben Dias as a boyfriend would be horny all day long. Especially if he kissed you or touched you.

"I don't even have to touch you to know you're spliced to shit" you mumble teasingly too.

Although you don't touch him directly, you can feel him on your thigh as his bulge begins to grow with each rub. Your fingers stroke the beginning of his hair at the nape of his neck playfully, wanting to get his attention to kiss your lips.

"Guilty" he whispers licking his lips with a smile that melts.

He takes the opportunity to settle into your legs, spreading them with his large hands and you lift your hips, feeling his swollen crotch come into contact with yours, testing your theory. His clothed bulge caresses your clitoris and you both gasp.

His cheeky grin is the last thing you see as his lips impact yours again and kiss fiercely as his hands begin to lift your nightgown, removing it from your body along with his t-shirt, which fly somewhere across the room. Ruben removes his pants himself as you watch him with your bare chest rising and falling, licking your lips at the sight of his erect bulge in his black boxers.

When he comes back to you, his hands take the sides of your panties and he pulls them down your legs sensually, slow and torturous, kissing your thighs first, then down your legs as he watches you from below. His dark glowing gaze looks down at you and you smile up at him as you feel his body boil with heat.

"I want you to ride my face" he says as he gets on top of your body again.

At that moment your heart stops, your throat hides a gasp that makes you gag but you disguise your surprised reaction. Your stomach churns and you bite your tongue. That's a higher level. You're speechless. It's not like Ruben has never given you oral but sitting on his face is another level.

"What?" you ask confused and a little embarrassed.

Honestly you've never had someone ask you something like this before, you weren't embarrassed about sex, much less with your boyfriend of almost two years now. You hadn't seen or heard much of this, though it was probably more normal than you expected. You had seen it in porn once, it turned you on but you never thought it could happen with you. Ruben was magnificent in every sense of the word but you were just a little surprised.

"I want to eat your pussy while you're sitting on my face, baby" he says shamelessly.

A gasp comes out of your mouth as you hear how dirty that sounded, the expression on his face is mischievous and hot. You can feel the wetness welling up in your legs with every word and you swallow saliva.

"I could crush you, Ruben" reply with a nervous chuckle. "What if it's uncomfortable...?" He denies grabbing your thighs to pull you closer to him.

"No you won't" he denies with a little pout.

You stare at him for a while biting your lip somewhat embarrassed. Ruben's wet dog look makes you want to kiss him and hug him, you know you won't be able to handle it. You're too horny and you want him to touch you, even if it's on top of his face.

"Come on baby, I promise you'll love it" he clicks his tongue in amusement.

The fire inside your chest burns and you almost have a psychological orgasm just thinking about it. Riding his face. The thought alone makes you swallow saliva. Damn. That will be something unusual and you love experimenting with Ruben. His expectant eyes watch you as his big hands rest on your belly.

"Okay" you agree with red cheeks. Ruben smiles and kisses your lips then settles back on the bed.

You rise from your spot until you sit on your bed as you fill with courage and bite your lip anxiously. When Ruben is lying on the bed, you approach him slowly, your hands caressing his chest while he smiles at you in complicity. You take the time to kiss him, softly at first, gently and delicately. Ruben's hands help you sit astride his body and when he pulls away from you, he helps you settle on his face.

Your heart is pounding, you don't know if it's from anxiety or embarrassment. You are a little afraid of what might happen but at the same time you are anxious to feel his mouth. When you are at face level, you sigh nervously, without doing anything yet. Ruben's hands encircle your thighs and he pulls you closer to his face, not quite touching you, his breath playing a little with you, blowing your inherent heat. You gasp, biting your lip.

The sound of a slap sounds in the silence as his hand stamps against your ass and you cry out moaning but hold your breath as at the same time his tongue licks your slit.

Fuck, that was pleasurable. Too pleasurable.

Ruben tastes your juices as he licks your entire slit again, while his hands draw you to him and then sucks on your swollen clit. Your hands grasp his soft head, entwining your fingers in his hair to hold you. You relax your lips sighing as you feel the heat increase, as your eyes quiver with his touch. He does it once more and you growl needily. He's toying with you, you can tell when he lets out a little giggle. Or he's trying to make you go crazy.

"Damn it, Ruben, get the fuck over with" you moan with a groan as you feel him lick you again without touching you.

"Your wish is my command" he murmurs into your core making you bristle.

And then his tongue penetrates your hole making you jerk your head back as you scream his name tearing at your throat. Then he returns to your clit and presses it, biting a bit into your skin. The touch of his beard on your inner thighs make you tingle and the friction of his nose on your pubic makes you shiver, as he continues to lunge his tongue into your cavity over and over again. He releases one hand and slaps your ass again, making you jump in a scream.

How have you never tried this before? You can't believe someone can feel this level of pleasure riding a face. It's fucking hot. You're so horny you're afraid you'll reach orgasm without passing out.

"Fuck, Ruben!" you squeal as your hips start to move on his face.

Watching him under you is so glorious that if you don't come to orgasm with his tongue, you'll come from just seeing him there. Completely at your mercy, working his tongue for your pleasure, caressing you with his big hands while you are all that matters today.

You need more, you need to feel more pleasure, you want to feel it all. And you transmit it to him as your face becomes disfigured with pleasurez your mouth opens in an 'O' and you have to hold back to hold on a little longer. Ruben catches your clit and sucks it quickly, holding you by your ass, while he squeezes it with his remaining hand, kneading it.

"Fuck, yes. There, Ruben" you murmur as his eyes meet yours.

His tongue works wonders on your body and you're going crazy as you beg for him not to stop. You don't want him to ever stop.

Your fingers keep tugging at his hair as now one of his hands penetrates you with two fingers in your hole. You gasp as you feel another finger enter you and you begin to see stars. You are so tight, so hot for him, that when he hits your G-spot, you have to let go of his hair and grab hold of the back of the bed, holding you so tight as your hips move like crazy in his face. He hits once, twice, three times and you lose count as you feel all the pleasure.

Your thighs burn and you begin to tire but you can't stop riding his face as his mouth bites and licks your clit and his fingers fuck your center. You gasp and moan and scream. You scream and scream, not caring if anyone can hear you. You can't shut up, you don't even make the attempt but you know you couldn't handle this new thing you're experiencing.

The pleasure begins to build up in your belly as Ruben keeps pounding you hard, the pressure on your legs making you want to ride harder and move like crazy. You are desperate and your back arches as your toes curl, you need to hold on because you will fall into deep limbo. Ruben knows this, because you hear another little chuckle echoing in your cavity and with his loose hand he caresses your inner thigh.

You have never felt anything so desperate. You can feel your body levitate as your thoughts escape your mind. Your throat hurts from screaming so much as you feel your orgasm approaching from the way your body is uncurling.

"I'm about to... come, Ruben" you say barely as you gasp.

The moment Ruben bites down on your clit and speeds up his fingers, reaching deep inside you cry out desperately feeling your orgasm. You close your eyes tightly and see little flashes in the darkness that make you think you might pass out. You are dazed and your vision blurs as his thighs want to clench but Ruben holds you as he continues to penetrate you hard and suck your clit roughly. Your nipples ache and burn but you can't let go to caress them because you'll fall on his face as you feel the most powerful orgasm you've ever had.

"Fuck!" you scream again as you feel your belly contract and your fluids spill over your thighs and Ruben's face.

Finally his fingers stop and you gasp at the feeling of relief, still holding onto the backrest. You gasp for air as Ruben plays with your liquids on your skin, smiling proudly.

"That was hot, baby" he murmurs as you fall to his side still dazed and off balance. "You cum all over me" he moans pulling you closer.

You're so sensitive that when he brushes against your legs you gasp again. You can't even find the words.

"You taste so good, I'd eat you every day" he whispers in your ear making you bristle.

"Damn, Ruben" you sigh laughing. "You're the best with your tongue" you teasingly praise him. You know it will feed his ego and be more fun.

"Oh I know, baby. You say that every time I fuck you" he teases laughing as he positions himself between your aching legs again.

The grimace on your tired face makes him laugh. But his intentions won't go away. His wet kisses return to your neck, leaving hot trails that make you sigh. You really don't know if you can, you're too sensitive and sore. You know that tomorrow you will have difficulty walking and you won't even be able to get out of bed after tonight. Ruben has no mercy on you and will fuck you as many times as he wants.

"I know you're tired but I need some more of you, baby" he murmurs as he removes his underwear, freeing his erection. "Show me you can take me one more time, baby" he gasps as you stroke his cock with your red, swollen lips.

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poisonedprose · 1 year ago

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₊˚✧ happy trail — in which leon's happy trail drives you wild

leon kennedy x afab!reader

warnings: 0.9k words, smut, inspired by @ouchvns !! (this post), established relationship, pet names (baby, princess), curse words, oral (m), unprotected sex, p in v, soft dom!leon, slight degrading, choking (f), slight biting kink, (m having, f recieving), i dont caare how innactuate this is idc idc idc its rael to me🤤

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You stir awake at the sound of your boyfriend getting ready for work. The sun was barely starting to rise and you had fallen asleep late last night. He was really gonna hear it this time. Well, that was until you rolled over and trailed your eyes over his shirtless body.

"Did I wake you? I'm sorry." He sounds sincere as he struggles to put his belt through the loops of his pants. You watch as Leon fumbles with the belt but your eyes can't help but drift up ever so slightly. You roll your eyes and push your face into the pillow. Does he always have to be this hot? "What's got your panties in a twist this morning?" He chuckles lowly at your dramatic reaction.

"Nothing." You mumble into the pillow. Leon laughs again and he's sure you're pouting into the pillow by now. "You can go back to sleep, you know." He's still oblivious to how much he’s turning you on. Moreover, how much his happy trail is turning you on. You roll onto your back again, deciding you needed air. He looks over at you, his belt finally around his hips, but still unbuckled.

His eyes roll over your body. Those shorts didn't look so short on you last night before bed. His eyes trail down to the comforter that was now half on the floor from your little temper tantrum. He walks over and picks it up, throwing it on the side that he should be sleeping in right now. You catch a glimpse of his unbuckled belt and it only makes your mind hazy with dirty thoughts.

"Do you have to be at work soon?" Your mouth says faster than your brain can think. "Not for another hour and a half. Why?" He responds calmly, totally unaware of what he was in for. "Do you have time for a quickie?" You bite your lip as you ask the question, and a smile appears on your face trying to sweeten the deal. His eyes go wide for a second as he processes what you're saying. "Right now?" He can't believe that you woke up this horny. (You didn't. It was his fault for being shirtless.)

You nod, hoping he'll say yes. As you wait for his answer your eyes can't help but drift from his face to his happy trail. "Come here." You smile happily and quickly crawl over to him. You waste no time unzipping his pants, pulling out his cock with record time. He lets out a laugh mixed with a moan when you eagerly take him in your mouth. He doesn't know what's gotten you so worked up but he doesn't complain.

He places his hand on your head, pushing you just a little deeper on his cock. "Mmm, fuck baby." He moans as you run your tongue on the underside of his dick. Drool collects at the corner of your mouth as you suck him off like he's your favorite lollipop. Spoiler alert; he is. Your hands run over his happy trail, and suddenly it makes so much more sense to him. "God, you're such a slut for me. I love it."

You pull off his cock with a pop, a smile on your face as you look up at him. He had so many things he wanted to say to you. Many of them were teases for how happily you took his cock down your throat or how enticed you were by his happy trail. But he was so caught up in lust, he couldn't bring himself to say any of them. "All fours, please." He commands and you obey, your shorts riding up more than they should.

He slides your shorts and underwear down in one fell swoop. "So pretty." He mumbles as he leaves soft kisses on your ass before lining himself up with your entrance. He slides his cock into your tight pussy, groaning lustfully and he wraps a hand loosely around your throat and pushes you against his chest as he pounds into your cunt.

Jumbled up words mixed with whimpers fall from your lips. His cock is fucking so deep inside of you, and his hand around your throat just fits like a necklace. "Mmm, so pretty, baby. Your pussy was made just f'r me." He moans into your ear, his voice deep, sexy, and full of need, just how you like it. "Takin' it s'good, yeah?" He chucked against your jaw, leaving rushes kisses.

Your jumbled words and whimpers soon turn to Leon's name. "Leon, Leon, oh fuck, Leon!" Your voice is so loud, he can't help but let your words ring through his ears. "Does it feel good, baby?" You can feel his cocky smirk on your jaw but you nod anyway.

You can tell he's close as his moans turn into whines. "Gonna fill y'up. Gonna fill your pretty pussy with my cum." He whines into your ear. "Is that okay, baby?" He asks sweetly compared to what he said moments ago. "Please. Please cum in me!" His fingers meet your clit, rubbing pleasurable circles with ease.

"How could I say no to my beautiful princess?" He sinks his teeth into your shoulder as he cums. He continues to fuck into you and rub your clit until you cum. Practically screaming his name loud enough for his neighbors to hear as you do. He catches his breath before he pulls out, letting you fall back to your position on all fours.

He watches as his cum drips out of you, pride swelling his chest. "Now, I don't want to go to work. Look what you did." He groans as he fingers his cum back into you. "Then stay." You wiggle your ass tauntingly and he can't see it but he just knows your smirking. "You're such a bad girl. I love it." He chuckles as he pulls his belt off.

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nyxxxx-onepieces-dragun · 1 year ago

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Ace Boyfriend HC 2.0

A/N: Since the SFW one did well this is a NFSW one quite long and self indulgent but enjoy all my lovelies I was literally kicking screaming and throwing my laptop writing this <3

Characters: Ace x Fem!reader mentions of smexy time and all that good stuff also minors do not interact! enjoy ;3

NSFW HC:

His favorite position is definitely cow girl, he likes it when you ride him chasing your own pleasure, he also just really likes the view :)

He has a praising kink for sure whether its giving or receiving if you call him a good boy while he's eating you out he'll be cumming in his boxers lapping at your folds hungrily wanting to hear your praises again.

If he's giving praises he'll spout the most prettiest words into your ear while railing your brains out "Mmm...such a pretty little thing taking me so well~"

He has this thing where he likes it when your wearing his hat while sucking him off, he'll push it off your head and let it dangle on your back while the string stays around your neck its a possessive kinda thing because you do belong to him and only him cue yandere golden retriever Ace

Marco and/or Thatch has definitely waked in on you two more than once and they were both severely traumatized from the image of Ace having you bent over his desk balls deep in you, no one talked to anyone for a long time.

He likes using his devil fruit to his advantage his palms warming up just to the right temper as he runs it over your body making you squirm and writhe beneath him or his fingers being deep inside of your cunt and he'll heat them up just a bit eliciting a gasp and shiver from you as you quickly cream all over his digits "aw look doll, you made a mess all over my fingers~"

He is horny 24/7 he can control himself sometimes keyword:sometimes even when you do little things like bend over to pick up something you dropped, or the way your hips sway while you walk in your little bikini he has a tent in his shorts and the next thing you know your in the storage closet trying to keep quiet as he brutally thrusts into you without stopping, yea he's definitely blaming you for his boner "this is your fault for being such a tease" he says with furrowed brows and a pout, even though you weren't even doing anything to tease him 🧍

Marco and Thatch have noticed how often Ace has claw marks and scratches running down his back and one time they commented on it Ace answered with "Y/N got a little too excited" and they never said anything ever again.

this man is the king of Hickeys he'll leave trails of them everywhere and anywhere he can which makes you flustered as you angrily dab foundation on the redish purple marking littering your poor neck "Heh your spotted now- OW!" you end up throwing your shoe at him <3

I hope yall enjoyed this NSFW HC but Thanks for reading reposts/reblogs are welcome just credit me! <3

#one piece #portgas d ace #ace x y/n #nyx #portgas d ace x reader #one piece x reader #I'm quite literally in love with this man KDJAKDNSKD #nyxwrites

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vermilionsun · 6 months ago

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Since we’re doing part twos👀 Could you write more nsfw hcs for leander and ais? <3

Yes I can Yes I will Yes I did 💃

Ais

Aka choose one hair colour challenge failed

✩ Topping from the bottom

Self-explanatory. “Gives it almost as well as he takes it,” but he’s in charge babe, you stand no chance. He’ll treat you good though, don’t worry—

✩ Facefucking

YOUR FACE OR HIS, he doesn’t really mind. He knows to appreciate a good blowjob and loves having his mouth stuffed full of you. Man doesn’t ask for much. Plus he thinks it hot watching you manhandle him.

✩ 69

I see this man having an oral fixation—I can’t explain it. Sit on his face and suck him. As tiring as it is rewarding.

✩ M I R R O R S

He’ll be sitting on the edge of the bed, you on his lap, your back facing him. His veiny hands keep your thighs open as he makes you watch yourself bounce on him in the mirror and struggle to keep your balance and pace. Delicious.

✩ Pillow Prince(ss)

Let him treat you, okay?

✩ Comfort Sex

hEAR ME OUT WAIT— This man will never fuck you while he’s angry. That goes against a couple hundred of his moral codes, plus he would never want to hurt you. But, after some time, if things are getting heated, he will be slow, sensual, careful. He’ll apologise if he’s at fault. He’ll hold your hand and leave soft murmurs on the crook of your neck, kiss away any tears that might leave your eyes. Same goes if he knows you had had a rough day, accompanied by enough praises to make you see stars.

✩ S H O W E R

✩ Seasping

ON THAT NOTE— If he’s lying inside the waters of the Seaspring, presumably looking at the wall, and you climb in alongside him, well… He won’t bother to hide the gigantic smirk on his face that rivals the size of his boobs as he pulls you on his lap. It also serves as an amazing opportunity for a not-so-subtle fuck you to to Ocudeus.

✩ Exhibitionism–ish

He’d fuck you happily infront of a crowd to prove a point (with your consent of course). He’d take any chance thrown his way to brag about how amazing his partner is.

✩ Remote Control Vibrators

There has to be an alternative to that in the Touchstarved universe, right? Oh, that bastard’s smirk when he suddenly presses it to the highest setting from across the room while you’re in the middle of a conversation.

✩ Against the Table

✩ Spontaneous Sex

He’s definitely the type to randomly return home/come find you “because he’s horny.”

✩ Caught

He won’t stop his actions, just look at the person who walked in on you with a “what do you want?” look. Could easily pick up a conversation while fucking his partner’s brains out, 100%

✩ Up Skirt/Panties to the side

✩ Car

RIP Ais, you’d love late night car rides and car sex afterwards.

Leander

Aka the Nile is a river in Egypt

🗡 Nipple Play

This man’s tits are MASSIVE. Treat them well. Suck on them, twist and pull on them, make him cry.

🗡 Masochism

Self-explanatory.

🗡 Anal Toys

Previously mentioned he’s an ass guy, so make everyone a favour and ruin his ass (literally). B̶e̶a̶d̶s̶ w̶i̶l̶l̶ d̶o̶ t̶h̶e̶ j̶o̶b̶ j̶u̶s̶t̶ f̶i̶n̶e̶

🗡 RIDE HIM &

🗡 PULL HIS HAIR

Sit on his lap, pull his hair and force him to look at you while you ride his soul out of his dick. He’ll thank you once he’ll be able to speak again—give him a couple w̶e̶e̶k̶s̶ days though.

🗡 Magic

Of course, I will elaborate. If he can make flowers of light out of thin air, he most definitely can use his magic for other things, even to a small degree. A restraint, a shock of pleasure, and he most definitely will comply if asked (̶s̶h̶o̶w̶-̶o̶f̶f̶)̶.

🗡 Sleepy

Wake him up with a blowjob once, and you’ll have to continue that routine for the rest of both your lives. He’ll be completely bewitched, still groggy as me moans lowly and oh damn that deep morning voice…

🗡 Gag

It’s both hilarious and incredibly turning on. Try that with your panties, and the man has already cummed.

🗡 Lingerie

Talking about panties… The moment he lays his eyes on you and your fancy little outfit, he swallows dryly. His eyes go dark, and he has to reposition himself because he’s so hard. You’d expect him to rip them off of you immediately, but instead, he guides you to stand in front of his spread–out legs, his hands slowly trailing up your thighs to your ass and waist, feeling the way your skin transitions to the material, his chin resting against your stomach as you pet his hair.

“May I?”

“May you, what?”

“May I take these off?” He tugs at the fabric to make his point. “Please?”

M̶o̶n̶t̶h̶s̶ u̶n̶t̶i̶l̶ y̶o̶u̶ w̶a̶l̶k̶ n̶o̶r̶m̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ a̶g̶a̶i̶n̶.

🗡 Cumming Untouched

Too easy to achieve with this man.

🗡 Under the desk

The bar, specifically. It’s beyond amusing watching him try to keep his composure in front of the patrons while you’re sucking him off so beautifully.

🗡 G̶l̶o̶r̶y̶ H̶o̶l̶e̶

He̶ w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶, o̶k̶a̶y̶?̶!̶ D̶o̶n̶'t̶ c̶o̶m̶e̶ a̶t̶ m̶e̶

🗡 Candle/Wax Play

He had set them up to make a “romantic atmosphere” but the second your eyes darted to the candle closest to you while you were on top of him… yeah, he might have slightly regretted his decision (s̶p̶o̶i̶l̶e̶r̶s̶:̶ h̶e̶ d̶i̶d̶n̶'t̶ a̶c̶t̶u̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ a̶n̶d̶ y̶o̶u̶ d̶i̶d̶ i̶t̶ a̶g̶a̶i̶n̶).

🗡 Public Humiliation

It’s literally canon.

🗡 Caught Masturbating

“Come on darling, won’t you help me a little?”

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aezuria · 6 months ago

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uptown girl!

"she's been living in her uptown world, i bet she's never had a backstreet guy" —billy joel

content: mortal au!leo valdez x reader

╰┈▸ info: stuck-up reader (she gets character development later), cursing, reader is ~18, early 2000s core

notes: stella finally posted a fic !? (pls tell me if u enjoy i need validation 😔)

this has got to be the worst way to start summer ever. first, your morning was ruined by a bird shitting all over your car window—not a mess you had the time nor the patience to clean. then, on your way to pick up your friends for some much needed girl time, your car had the fun idea of breaking down. great. it left you on the side of the road, dialing up your father. which, when you think about it, really wasn't your fault! your precious ride just spontaneously combusted or something. nothing to do with the fact that you've crashed the front about seven times since january. after all, you'd gotten them fixed! it should be the mechanic's fault. or maybe, this car was cursed!

but of course, your dad just had to disagree. apparently it was his "last straw."

you winced away from the phone's speaker as his voice burst through. "you have been so ungrateful lately! when you asked for that car, i bought it for you! i looked over the fact that you don't even have your license yet! all i asked was for you to take care of your things!" he cried. from the tone of his voice, you could imagine the creases dug into his forehead. okay, now you felt bad. just a little.

before you could apologize, he finished with, "you just wait until i get there, young lady."

leave it to him to take away your guiltiness.

"dad!" you watched in horror as the truck towed your sleek red baby to god knows where. you turned your stricken expression on him, hoping to elicit at least a little bit of sympathy. but it seemed like his mind was made up on this one. dammit.

he crossed his arms sternly, putting his foot down. "let's go. we'll talk more in the house."

"-so you want to ship me away to some place crawling with bugs and creeps for the rest of the summer!?" you screeched along with the chair as its legs slid across the kitchen's tile floor.

your dad raised his hand in a placating gesture. "now, now, just until your car is fixed. it might not even be a whole month." he shrugged. yeah, real comforting. "and the city's a nice place. we lived there when you were young, remember?"

"no, i don't remember." you snapped. you did remember, but that brought on memories you'd rather not have right now.

he sucked in a breath. "alright then. it won't be so bad. we still have that apartment, and i got it cleaned up recently. it'll teach you some responsibility and independence." he nodded, satisfied with his decision.

you opened your mouth to snark at him again, but he continued, "and you won't be completely alone. there's a nice young man who will be fixing up your car, just down the street from the apartment building. i asked him to show you around when he has the time. and you'll have your phone, so make sure to call me, okay?" his strict behavior gave way to the soft spot you knew he had for you.

"...okay," you agreed reluctantly. once he really made up his mind about something, there was no changing it, so there was no use in arguing.

he smiled, patting your shoulder gently. "great. now pack your bags."

"be sure to buy groceries, and do the laundry, and clean every so often-" your father rambled on and on. if he was this worried, why wouldn't he just not go through with it? and why was he acting like you couldn't do basic chores!? it's not like you ever did them, but they couldn't be too hard, right?

"i get it dad." you rolled your eyes, staring out the car window. the buildings were all drab, painted in browns and grays, without a single bright color in sight, save for the red stop signs.

he pulled into an empty parking spot in front of the building. your insides recoiled. you swore it didn't look this... dilapidated all those years ago. or maybe you just had better taste now.

"we're here! looks like it's got a lot of.. character." he tried to cheer you up, but even you could tell he didn't think to check how it looked. it would've hurt too much to do so.

your lip scrunched in distaste. "i can't spend a single second in there."

"don't worry, it'll be over before you know it." with one last reassuring smile, he turned and left.

the apartment itself wasn't too bad, it was all cleaned up, just as your father had said. it smelled faintly of lemon cleaner, pillows fluffed and spritzed. your room was cold despite the warmth that came with summer. the pristine sheets were unfamiliar against your skin, as if you were tucked into a hotel bed. the sound of tire rolling against pavement never ceased, people had places to go, places to be even in the dead of night. a draft through your window made you shiver. you should close that in the morning. you curled in on yourself like you did when you were little, only this time there was only the unfeeling fabric to hold you, instead of the warm, long forgotten embrace no one could quite replicate.

you cringed at the shoddy place your phone had led you to, and looked up at the peeling paint sign that read: valdez mechanics. how charming. you even debated touching the rusty doorknob, but it swung open before you could turn it. which would be nice, if it didn't almost smack you in the face.

"watch it!" you hissed, side-stepping in time to see a boy your age walking through. his hair was a mess, and there were grease stains all over his face and clothes. his fingers were tap, tap, tapping away at his leg, to the rhythm of the song blaring inside. you think he'd be cute if he wasn't so dirty.

“sorry ‘bout that!” he laughed sheepishly. he stared at you for a moment too long before asking, “you here for the thunderbird?”

“yes,” you said shortly.

he chose to ignore your clipped tone, flashing you a smile. “come on in then, yeah?”

you followed him into the tiny shop, already wanting to leave. the place smelled of oil, and you could barely find a clean place to sit on. there were tools thrown everywhere, the floor sticky with dried up grease.

“i’m leo, by the way.” his voice snapped you out of your judging thoughts as he led you to the back. you finally saw your car, propped up with the hood open.

“y/n.” you barely glanced at him as you rushed over, examining the damage. “so? what’s wrong with her?”

he gestured with the wrench in his hand—when’d he get that?—and pointed to the engine. “well that’s all busted up, so i’m gonna have to build a new one for ya. i’ll do you an oil change too and-“

“yeah um, how long will it take?” you interrupted, giving him a smile you did not want to have on.

“i’d say three to five weeks? depends if i have any other stuff that comes in so…”

three to five weeks of your summer wasted away here? when you’re supposed to be having the best time of your life before college!?

“are you serious? can you get it done sooner? i can pay you some more-“ you reached into your purse.

“whoa!” he caught your wrist. his hands were clean now, must’ve wiped them on a rag. “money won’t make me work faster, honey.” he let go and shrugged. “sorry.”

honey? “well then what will? cause i need to leave as soon as-“

“some help, maybe?”

you blinked at him, utterly flabbergasted. “you want me to help you? the person who’s paying for all this?”

“technically, your father’s the one paying,” leo pointed out. “and y’know. you don’t have to help, of course. it just might make it go a bit quicker…” he trailed off, dimples poking through as he tried to hide a cheeky smile.

you huffed. “what do i have to do?”

”i am not sticking my hands in those.” you defied, shaking your head firmly.

leo scoffed, flapping the gloves around. “come on! this is the cleanest pair i have!”

"put this here?" you asked, shoving a part that you forgot the name of into an empty space.

"hm?" leo looked up from his fiddling, jaw dropping in horror. "no no no!"

"oh i know how to do this!" you exclaimed as he gave you a screwdriver. "my dad always said 'lefty loosey, righty tighty.'"

the boy nodded. "yeah! try it out." he pointed to a loose screw.

you successfully tightened it (to the right), giving him a proud smirk. "see?"

"yup." leo grinned at your enthusiasm, even though it was the most basic thing ever. "try and tighten the rest. i'll be right back."

a loud clatter made leo jump from across the repair shop. he rushed over to you, finding the parts that were supposed to be screwed together in complete disarray. "uh, maybe you shouldn't help..."

"really?" you deadpanned. "i hadn't noticed."

"sorry." he laughed. "scooch."

you pursed your lips. no one told you to "scooch" before. but you moved over anyway.

"wanna keep me company?" leo slid his gloves on and began putting the contraption back together.

no, you thought. but you didn't have anything better to do other than wander the city like a clueless idiot. and you hated looking like an idiot. "fine."

the shop was quiet, save for the occasional clanging as leo worked on the engine. his rambling was cut short as he focused on his work, something you didn't know he could do.

"nice car you got here. i've always wanted to drive one of these." he patted its side appreciatively. "where'd you buy this?"

scratch that. maybe he could only shut up in two minute increments.

"don't know. my dad bought it for me." you looked around, not even bothering to hide your boredom.

"right." leo laughed. you found he did that a lot. "must be nice."

your eyebrows knitted in confusion. "i guess?" what did he mean by that?

"i hate it here. it's so boring!" you complained over the phone. cooking dinner had been an absolute mess. “and that leo guy is so weird.”

"give him a chance, will you? he could show you around town, maybe teach you some manners…” you father muttered the last bit.

"what?"

"nothing! all i'm saying is give that boy a chance. who knows, he could be a great friend."

“‘great friend’ my… foot.”

#*ੈ✎ stories #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #pjo #hoo #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #pjo x reader #hoo x reader #heroes of olympus x reader #percy jackson

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madaqueue · 8 months ago

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on your knees

pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader

a/n: need a bad bitch [subby gojo] to give me head

“babyyyy,” satoru whines. “please just let me touch you, i’ll do anything, i promise i’ll be good.”

it’s not his fault he came too early, he really was trying to listen to your instructions, trying to hold back, but when your tongue circled his tip as your cheeks sucked in, he physically couldn’t help himself, ropes of cum shooting down your throat unexpectedly. he had begged for forgiveness, apologies falling from his lips as he realized his mistake. he knew better than to let something like this happen, and now all he could do is ask for your mercy.

a silent prayer echoed in his mind as he watched you debate his punishment, but his desperation won you over once again, unable to say no to the sweet pout plastered on his face.

rolling your eyes, you sigh. “fine.”

satoru’s eyes light up, the bright blue nearly illiminating the dark room. he’s practically panting in earnest, waiting for you to tell him what to do.

“on your knees. now,” you command.

he obeys without a second thought, kneeling in front of you as he looks up at you expectantly, hands folded politely in his lap.

“open your mouth.”

immediately he parts his lips, jutting his tongue out slightly without you even having to ask.

reaching a hand to the top of his head you ruffle his white locks before grasping onto them more firmly. “so obedient,” you coo, and you can see his cheeks flush in excitement at the praise.

tugging him forward by his hair, his tongue meets your cunt, a whine leaving his lips as he tastes you.

holding him in place, you grind your hips against him, his tongue haphazardly lapping up your juices as you ride his face. his eyes begin to roll back, another groan escaping his throat and vibrating against your skin.

“good, s’good,” he moans into you.

you can’t help but grin at the sight of him beneath you, the way he’s just letting you use him, as though he was made for your pleasure. “such a good little slut f’me” you muse softly.

another needy whine leaves his lips, his mouth never parting from you as you continue guiding his tongue along your folds.

“y’wanna make me cum?” you prod, pausing him over your clit as he lazily sucks on the sensitive bud.

he tries to answer but his thoughts are too clouded with pleasure, with you, the only response he can muster a weak nod between your legs.

“you sure you deserve it?” you continue, your voice airy as he pulls you closer and closer to the edge of release.

his gaze travels up to meet yours, his pupils wide through his heavy eyelids, blue eyes now almost black with lust. behind his unfocused irises lies a soft desperation, an intrinsic need, for you. “please,” he murmurs into you, his tongue circling your clit, “wanna make you cum.”

a smirk pulls at the corners of your lips, seeing just how needy he’s become, what a desperate mess he’s been reduced to.

“then earn it,” you purr.

his eyes suddenly close as he dives into your pussy, fervently sucking and licking any part of you he can find. it’s messy, imprecise, feral, driven purely by some deep part of his soul that was born to please you.

“f-fuck,” you choke out at his actions, the roughness of his tongue bringing you closer and closer as that familiar tightness builds in your stomach.

he whines at your words, leaning up further as he shoves himself against you. his hands find their way to your waist, pulling you down onto him as your grip on his hair tightens.

“m’close” you manage to get out before the tension in you snaps.

a broken cry leaves your lips as you come undone on his tongue, his motions never slowing as he takes in everything you give him, your slick pooling down his chin. his thoughts are clouded in bliss, the only thing he can think is how grateful he is, how lucky to have you, his cock twitching against his chest as he follows suit, thick globs of cum trailing down his length as he finishes, untouched.

as you come down from your high, you untangle your hand from his hair as you thread your fingers through it, a whimper leaving satoru's throat at the gentle touch. tilting your head down, your gaze finally meets his from where he kneels beneath you.

he looks a mess, his chest heaving through ragged breaths, lips parted and damp with your essence, cheeks flushed and his own cum leaking onto his thighs as he stares back up at you.

a small smile appears on his face as his palms trace the skin of your hips.

“thank you,” he breathes through a grin.

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writing-until-i-drop · 2 months ago

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Double Penetration | Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader (Surprise Guest! Natasha "Phoenix" Trace) | wc: 782

No use of y/n | 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings! p in v (strap on), anal sex, edging, three way, Phoenix is there, lmk if I missed anything

Ao3

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

When you had proposed a threesome with Phoenix, this was obviously not what he had expected but this was Jake’s fault for letting you plan the whole thing. You and Natasha had been conspiring for two weeks, texting non-stop and giggling in the corner while your boyfriend played darts with Javy. Jake had assumed he’d be getting lucky with both of you but what he was not expecting was to walk in on you riding Natasha’s rainbow strapon.

“Holy shit,” You looked back over your shoulder at him. He was standing there in a towel, having left the two of you alone for ten minutes while he took a shower.

“Hi, baby,” Jake was slack jawed, watching as Natasha made up for your slowed movements by thrusting upwards. “So good, Tasha,” You moaned, throwing your head back.

“Be a good girl and give me a kiss,” Natasha looked like a goddess beneath you, dressed in lacy red lingerie. She was okay fucking you in front of Jake but she didn’t want to be naked in front of him, so you two had agreed that the lingerie stayed on. You kissed her, sliding your tongue into her mouth. Jake groaned from behind you. From your new position, the red gem plug was visible to him.

“This is so fucking hot,” You heard Jake say but you were focused on Natasha, palming one of her breasts. “Phoenix, this all your idea?”

“Not all of it,” Natasha broke away and you kissed down her neck, licking and sucking, determined to leave a trail of hickeys in your wake. “Your girl was very enthusiastic.”

“Is that right?” Jake palmed your ass, spreading your cheeks apart. “Any rules I should know about?”

“You don’t get to touch me and we’re using the traffic light, what’s your color, sweet girl?”

“Neon fucking green,” Both pilots laughed at your eagerness and you had zero shame, grinding your hips, fucking yourself on Natasha’s strap. “Jake, will you please hurry up and join us?”

“Cum for me, sweet girl,” Natasha drew your lips back to hers, thrusting harder. You cried out, clenching around her silicone cock. You gasped as Jake pulled out the plug, you had left a bottle of lube at the foot of the bed for him and you felt him lather you up with the cold liquid.

“This position good for you, Phoenix?”

“I wouldn’t be in it if it wasn’t, Hangman.” You chuckled at Natasha’s dry response, kissing her collarbone. “Is he always like this in bed?”

“Be nice to him,” You nipped at her shoulder then moaned as Jake eased his way in. The sensation of being filled by both of them was overwhelming, your mind blanked, not a single thought in your head besides how good it felt to be between them.

“He asked your color, sweet girl,” Natasha cupped your face, grounding you in the moment. “What’s your color?”

“Green,” You managed to respond. “Harder,” Natasha chuckled, repeating your answer loud enough for Jake to hear. Natasha kissed you, snaking a hand between the two of you to rub your clit. Right as you were about to come she backed off, drawing a loud whine from you.

“Is she always like this?” Natasha asked, working on your clit again. You were shaking, clenching against them as your orgasm built again.

“Yeah, she’s a needy one. Aren’t you, sweetheart?” You think you nodded your head, too focused on chasing your release but Natasha stopped again.

“Do you want to cum?”

“Please,” You whined, “Please, please, please.” You were a babbling mess, at the mercy of your boyfriend and best friend.

“Should we let her cum?” Natasha asked and you whined in protest about your orgasm even being a question. “She has been a good girl.”

“She likes when you call her that,” Jake squeezed your ass, picking up his pace, “Let her cum, Phoenix. You’re right, she’s been a good girl.”

“For once we agree. Cum for us, sweet girl.” And you did, you came hard, vision going blurry. You’re pretty sure you screamed but you weren’t sure, going limp on top of Natasha who kissed you as Jake finished inside of you. “So good for us, you did so good.”

“You were perfect, sweetheart,” Jake kissed your spine. Between the two of them they were able to get you dressed in pajamas and tucked into bed. You were exhausted, unable to think much past the fact you were going to be sore in the morning. Once Natasha was gone, Jake curled around you in the bed.

“I love you,” You mumbled, snuggling back into him. Jake kissed your shoulder, “Can we do that again?”

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bteezxyewriter12 · 1 month ago

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Video Game

Pairing- Jungkook x Named Reader

Word count- 4.6k

Includes- Oral, brief blow job, missionary, JK has sex while playing video games, argument, pussy eating, cum eating, sex, makeup sex, missionary, cock riding, from behind, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Jungkook POV

“C'mon Jo, stop”, I say

“Kookie!”, she whines

“Baby, not now”

She moves away from kissing my neck to sit next to me

“Kookie! You’ve been playing that game for over an hour! Why did you ask me to come here if you’re gonna play that stupid game the whole time?”

“It’s not stupid. I’m almost done”, I answer

“You said that an hour ago”

I don’t answer her

I know she’s right but I can’t stop right now

She's pouting and she’s so adorable

She comes back over to me and starts pulling at my pants

“Baby!”

“Oh shush Kookie. I’m not asking you to stop playing. Just take your pants and boxers off”

I roll my eyes but stand, still pounding the buttons on the controller

She pulls down my pants and boxers

I step out of them then immediately sit down, eyes glued to the screen

I’m just about to beat the high score and be number 1

Then I feel her mouth on my cock, sucking on me and I jump

“Jesus”, I yelp

“You were already hard and I’m bored”, she says then goes back to sucking on me

Fuck

It feels so goddamn good

I’m having a hard time concentrating on the game

I want both but I can’t do both at the same time

She moves her head all the way down and my cock goes in her throat

God, she’s so good at blow jobs. I’ve never had anyone give me ones like she does

She sucks and licks me the same time and I moan while trying to steady my hands to keep playing

After a few minutes she stops

“Seriously? I thought that would get get you to stop.”

“Sss…sorry”, I say, missing her mouth on me, “But I can’t stop now”

“Unbelievable.”, she yells, “Whatever I’m going home.”

She walks around me, on her way to the door

Fuck

I don’t want her to leave

I want her here, that’s why I asked her to come

Shit

Then I get an idea and I pause the game

I get up and grab her arm

“Wait baby”, I say

“Oh you’re finally done?”, she rolls her eyes

“Uh no. But I have an idea”

I pull her to me and kiss her

Then I pull her pants and panties down

I pull her to the floor with me and lay her on her back

I open her legs and thrust inside her

We both moan

Fucking hell, she feels incredible.

I start moving in and out of her, our moans getting loud

I grab the controller and unpause the game, fucking her while I play

“You have got to be kidding!”

“Shh baby. It feels good right?”, I ask

“Yea”

“I can do both at once, so let me”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah baby. Just hold your legs open and I can make you feel incredible”

“You’re not even paying attention to me”

“Please baby? Just let me do this”, I ask

“Fine”

I move harder and she moans

God it feels so good, I just want to close my eyes and feel her

But I can’t, I have to win

I’m extremely competitive and I know it’s a fault

Because I’ll put winning a game over sex with my girlfriend

“Harder Kookie. I need more”, she whines

I move harder

I keep playing the game while moaning at the same time

It’s getting more difficult in the game and I have to concentrate harder to win

“Jungkook”, she yells, slapping at my side

“Huh?”

“You stopped moving”

“What?”

“You stopped moving!”

I glance down at her and she looks annoyed

“Oh sorry baby”, I say, then start moving again

“Almost. Almost”, I whisper

The pleasure from her is taking over but I just have one thing left in the game

I want to throw this fucking controller down and fuck her so hard but I can’t

I need to win

I make the right maneuvers and I win just as I cum in her

“Yes!”, I scream from winning and the intense pleasure, dropping the controller and grabbing her hips, holding her to me

After, I move back and pull out

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?”, she yells

I look down and I know I fucked up from her face

“Uh Jo..”

“Shut up”, she roars, getting up

“Jo, I’m sorry, I….I..”

“Don’t Jungkook. I don’t care what you have to say.”

I fucked up really bad

She pulls on her underwear and pants

“Where are you going?”

“To get the fuck away from you”, she snaps

“Nnn..no don’t go”

She gives me a dirty look, opens the door and walks out

I scramble pulling on my pants and run after her

I catch up to her in the living room

“Joanne, wait”, I call as I grab her arm and turn her around

“No”, she yanks her arm from me

“Please don’t go.”

“No Jungkook. I came here to see you. I tried to get you to pay attention to me. But all you cared about was your stupid game!”

She’s right

She did try to get my attention

She tried to talk to me, hug me, kiss me and give me a blow job

But I ignored her

For a game

That is now looking more and more stupid to me

“I’m sorry”

“No you’re not! You fucking had sex with me while you were playing the game! You weren’t even paying attention to me. Then you fucking cum and leave me laying there. I’m not some whore who you can just use for sex and to get off while you’re doing something else. And the sex sucked by the way. You didn’t even get me remotely close to being turned on.”

Damn that hurts

She usually screams from how good it is

But that’s not the worse thing that bothers me

She can’t really think I see her as a whore?

I mean I messed up but I would never think that about her

“Joanne..”

“No Jungkook. Fuck you. You always do this”, she shouts, “You always ignore me for some stupid game or sport or something idiotic that you can do later. I’m sick of it”

She turns and walks to the door

“Oh and let me tell you something Jungkook. If you want to act like a kid and play video games all fucking day, then don’t have a fucking girlfriend!”

She slams the door and in seconds I hear her driving away

Did she just..

Did she break up with me?

“Damn”, I hear Tae say

I glance in the living room and I pale as I see the guys sitting there watching me

They’re watching a movie and we interrupted them

They heard everything

“You fucked her while playing a video game and didn’t even get her off?”, Yoongi asks incredously

“Nevermind that, he picked a video game over her? Her?”, Hobi says in disbelief, “Have you seen your girlfriend Jungkook?”

“I think she broke up with you, man”, Jimin adds

“I think so too”, I whisper, my eyes filling with tears

I walk away from them and to my room

I can’t lose her

I love her

She’s everything to me

We’ve been together for six years, since we were sixteen, when we met at school and fell in love

She stayed with me through everything with BTS, even when it was hard and I didn’t have much time for her

She's the only girl I love

The only girl I want

The girl I want to marry and spend my life with

Why did I have to be so stupid?

She’s right, I do do this all the time Sometimes I don’t have a lot of time to spend with her because of how big we are

Our schedules are packed

So I should be spending all the time I have free with her and only her

But there’s always a video game I want to play or something else and I don’t spend as much time with her as I should

I haven’t been a good boyfriend to her lately

And she’s had enough

But the thought of not being with her scares the crap out of me

I want her forever

I love her so much

I can’t see my future without her

I can’t see me without her

I can’t see her with someone else

It’ll kill me

I have to fix this

Somehow, I have to fix it.

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

She hasn’t answered any of my calls or texts in the last three days

And we’re so busy getting ready for a tour that I have no time to go to her apartment

I’ve begged her to answer me, to text me back or answer the phone

But nothing

I really fucked everything up this time

But today I asked Namjoon if I could have a few hours to go see her and try to fix this

He was cool with it so I’m on my way to her apartment

It’s Saturday

She’s a teacher and she doesn’t work on Saturdays

I get to her door and I’m so scared

I hope she talks to me

I’ve been miserable without her these past three days

I miss her so much

I knock on her door and wait

A minute later, the door unlocks

It opens and she’s standing there

Rolling her eyes

“What do you want?”

I wince

Yeah she’s still mad

“Uh I wanna talk to you”, I mumble

“Oh now you want to talk to me? You done with you’re video games and now you want me? Yeah sorry but I’m busy right now.”, she snaps

“Oh uh, what are you doing? Can I just talk to you for five minutes?”

“No. I’m busy playing a video game, so I can’t now.”

That stings

That’s how I probably sound when I say it to her

No wonder she’s mad

“Please Jo?”, I beg

Another eye roll

“Whatever, you can talk while I play”

She turns and walks away into her apartment

I follow and close the door. When I get to the living room, she’s on the couch playing a game on her Nintendo switch that I bought her

I sit next to her but she ignores me

“Uh Jo? Can you talk to me?”

She waves her hand, “Yeah talk, I’m listening”

Her eyes never move from the game

I start talking anyway

“Joanne, I’m sorry. I messed up and I want to fix it. I should of put the game away when you got to the dorm. I was just so obsessed with winning that I ignored you. Then trying to have sex while playing the game was a bad idea. I honestly wanted to throw the controller down when we were… but I couldn’t. It’s my stupid obsession that made me not do it and I’m sorry."

She doesn’t answer and when I look at her, she’s still absorbed in the game

I don’t know if she even heard me

And I’m getting pissed

I’m trying to make everything better and she’s not listening

"Joanne!”, I yell

“Huh?”, she says, still playing

Not even looking at me

“Did you hear what I said?”

“Wait what? Oh yeah, I heard you”, she answers

“What did I say?”

“Uh something about you wanting to win.”

Unbelievable

She didn’t listen to a damn thing

I’m fucking pissed

I reach out to grab the game and she says in a serious voice, “Touch my game and I’ll break your arm.”

I gape at her and she slowly looks up at me

“Don’t fucking like it huh?”

“W..what?”

“You don’t like it when I’m not paying attention to you or not listening to you while I’m doing something else right? It bothers you? Makes you feel like you’re talking to a wall? Like you’re not important? Like something else as dumb as a game is more important than you?”

No, I don’t like it

It hurts and it’s messed up

Then I realize…..she…she did it on purpose

She ignored me on purpose

“You..you did…”, I start

“Yeah I did.”, she interrupts, “I did it on purpose so you know what it’s like. What it’s like being in a relationship with you. What it feels like to be constantly ignored.”

I don’t have any words to say

She tosses me the switch and I look at it

It’s not even on

“But unlike you, I still listened to what you said. I heard everything. And you know what? It’s too fucking late Jungkook.”

No, she can’t mean that

“You couldn’t even last five fucking minutes of me ignoring you before you got pissed and tried to take the game away. I’ve dealt with that for years and I’m sick of it. I don’t need a boyfriend whose going to ignore me or make me feel like I’m not important or choose a fucking game over me. Especially when he doesn’t have much time to spend with me in the first place. I can find someone else who can treat me better than you.”

Those words are like a punch to my heart

Because it’s true

That’s the worst part

She’s not lying at all

And I feel horrible

I hated every second of her ignoring me and it was only for a short period of time

She must feel like I did all the time

I don’t want her to leave me or find another person

I can fix everything

“So you can leave now Jungkook. I’m done.”

“No”, I finally say, tears threatening to spill from my eyes, “No Joanne, I’m not leaving. I love you”

She snorts, “You don’t act like it. Words mean nothing Jungkook if you act the complete opposite from what you’re saying”

“I’m sorry Joanne. I can fix it. I’m sorry it had to come to me feeling what you feel to make me realize that I fucked up but I can make it better. I won’t ignore you, I swear. I won’t pick a stupid game over you. I swear”

She starts shaking her head and my heart is squeezing in my chest

“Please Jo, please. Give me another chance. Please. You’re the most important thing in my life and I love you so much. I’m so so sorry I hurt you but I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Just please baby don’t leave me. I can’t be without you.”, I beg, tears falling from my eyes

I’ll do whatever she wants

I don’t care

I’ll get on my hands and knees and beg her

I love her so much

There isn’t any other girl for me

Just her

I don’t want anyone else

“Please baby. You’re all I want. I don’t want anyone else. Just you”

I can see hesitation in her eyes and I pray that she agrees to stay

She takes a breath and the silence is fucking tearing me apart

“If it happens again Jungkook, I’m done for good. Nothing you say will make me stay. You have one chance. That’s it. Don’t fuck up, don’t make me regret this.”, she says quietly

Relief floods my body. I instantly move closer to her and pull her to me, hugging her tightly

It takes a few seconds but when she puts her arms around me and hugs me back just as tightly, I feel like I can breathe again

I got her back

And I’m not fucking up this time

I won’t let myself

Because I won’t be without her

Ever

I pull away from the hug and look at her beautiful face

“I love you”, I tell her

She smiles a small smile, “I love you Jungkook. So much. That’s why is hurts so much when you ignore me. I want you so much but you rather play a game than be with me”

“Not anymore baby. I promise. I swear I’ll never ignore you again ok?”

She nods

I move her hair out of the way and I kiss her gently on her soft lips

I’m so happy when she kisses me back

The kiss becomes more heated and I love the feeling of her tongue on mine

I push her back on the couch, my lips still on hers

I kiss the side of her mouth, her jaw and her neck

“Jungkook… I don’t think..” , she starts

“Shhh baby. I messed up last time we were together. You said you weren’t even turned on. So I’m gonna fix that.”

She whimpers and I smirk against her skin

“I’m going to make you feel so good baby. I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll be screaming for more.”, I say between kisses to her neck, shoulder, collarbone and chest

She moans

“I’m gonna make you cum so much, you won’t be able to move after. I’m gonna make everything up to you. All I want is to hear you scream from how much you love it. Ok?”

She nods, little moans slipping out

I want to make her feel amazing

Ever since the last time, I’ve been feeling upset that she didn’t enjoy any part of it

So tonight is all about her

I’m just going to enjoy how she feels and listening to her

I don’t need to orgasm, I want her too. A lot

And I’m gonna make it happen

I pull her shirt off and unclasp her bra, running my tongue across her nipple and feel it get hard

I start sucking on it and she moans loudly making my cock hard

Fuck, I love listening to her

She sits up and rips my shirt over my head, kissing me hard

I kiss her for a minute then push her back down

I trail kisses down her body to her stomach, where I leave hickeys on her skin

Seeing the marks I give her get me off

I pull at her pants, kissing further down her body

When I get to the top of her pants, I kiss her skin as I slowly pull her panties and pants down

I lock my mouth on her clit the second her pants are low enough

“Fuck!”, she cries

I suck on it and her body shakes

Jesus

I love her reaction to me

I keep sucking and licking her clit while I pull the rest of her pants down

I have to stop and sit up to get everything completely off

Then I tear her legs open and attach my tongue to her pussy

“Kookie!”, she yells and holy shit, I love the way she tastes

I missed it so much

When I lay my tongue flat against her and lick, she shouts loudly

Her hands go into my hair and it feels good

My hair is super long now and I love when she plays with it

And pulls it

I wrap my arms around her thighs, holding her legs open wider so I can get more of her

Eating her out is one of my favorite things to do

“Kookie…I…Kookie”, she moans

I clamp my lips on her clit again and suck hard

I know she’s close and I get so excited

The way her cum tastes blows me away

She’s fucking delicious and I can’t get enough of it

“Jesus, Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”, she yells as she cums

I move my tongue and lick her pussy, tasting her and moaning when her cum hits my tongue

“Fuck baby, you taste so goddamn good.”, I moan

She whines as I keep going. My tongue slides up and I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue over and over

I know this drives her crazy

I know her body so well. I know what can make her insane

What can make her cum instantly

What can make her cum again and again

Within a minute, she’s pulling my hair hard and moaning, orgasming again

I keep licking her in the same place and she cums again

So good

“Fuck Jungkook, I love your tongue. It feels so fucking good.”

I smile

“Yeah baby? I love tongue fucking you. You’re pussy is my favorite place to be”

Another cry comes from her mouth

“Make me cum again Jungkook. I want to cum again.”, she begs

God, it’s so hot when she begs

“Where do you want to cum?”, I tease

I also want to hear her say it

It gets me off

“On your tongue baby. In your fucking beautiful mouth”, she cries

“Yeah Jo. I want you to cum there too. So give it to me.”

I slip my tongue in her pussy and lick her there

She loves that

“Jungkook!”, she screams, coming on my tongue and tasting fucking amazing

I move away, stand up and grab her, throwing her over my shoulder and carrying her to her room

I also sneak an ass slap in there too and she giggles

That sound is adorable

I throw her on her bed on her back, taking my pants and boxers off in record time and before she knows it, I have her legs open and I’m slamming in her

“God Jungkook”, she yells

I start moving fast, in and out, feeling her tighten on me

Fuck

She feels so fucking incredible

I can’t believe I chose a fucking dumb ass game over her

Over sex with her. I must have been fucking high or fucking brain dead that day

I’ll never choose a video game or anything over sex with her, especially if she wants it and wants to give it to me

Hell, I’ll never choose anything over her again

No matter what

I watch her breathing hard and sweating while I work her body good

“I want my baby girl to cum again”

“Mmmmmmm”, she moans

“Come on baby girl. Cum on my cock. Now”

I watch her cum when I tell her to, her body arching off the bed and her screams music to my ears

“Yeah baby. Keep going”

I feel her clench me again, coming right away

“Fuck Jungkook.”

“You feel so good baby. I love the way your pussy squeezes my cock.”

I hold her legs open and snap my hips, burying myself deeper in her

I’m looking for something, something I can always find to make her go insane

I slam in again and I hit the place that can make her cum instantly

“Yeah baby, I got it”, I smirk, pounding that one area repeatedly, hard and fast

“You ready baby because your gonna cum non stop now”

I thrust in again

“Jungkook!”

She orgasms, her whole body shaking

I fucking love watching her

I pound in again, making sure I hit her where she loves, making her cum again within a few seconds

I slam again

She cums

Another thrust

Another orgasm

Another hit

More orgasm

I’m not even tired, I can do this all day

Feel her all day

Listen to her all day

I pull out, sit back and throw her down on my cock

I lift her up and slam her down again and again, pound into that spot making her cum again, a second time and a third time in this position

“Fuck Jo, how much do you love me making you feel this good?”

“A l..”, she starts but at that second I bring her down hard and she releases again, shouting my name

“A lot baby”, she finally answers

“I’m the only one who can make you cum this much”, I yell

“Yes….fuck”, she shouts as her orgasm rips through her

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, Jungkook no! I want…ahhhhhh”, she screams going over the edge

“I want you to kkkkk….keep making me cum!”, she moans loudly

“Good girl”

I bring her down again and again she cums

I pull her off me and turn her around on all fours

Then I ram into her from behind

She puts her face into a pillow and screams

“Open more baby.”

She spreads her legs open wider so I can get deeper

I find her spot immediately and continue to hit there, making her orgasm over and over

Her screams are muffled because she’s screaming in the pillow

I don’t like that

I want to hear her

“Give me the pillow Jo. I want to hear you scream from the fucking pounding I’m giving you”

I grab the pillow from her and her beautiful screams fill my ears

I reach around and use my fingers to play with her clit while I fuck her

I love playing with her body

“Jungkook, Jungkook!”, she cries and explodes again

I move harder but this time I wanna tease her

Because the pleasure is astounding and I want to feel more

“Don’t cum baby.”

“Wha…what?”, she chokes out

“Don’t cum until I tell you. I wanna see if you can be a good girl and listen”

“Bbbbut…but”, she stutters

“But what? You’re not gonna be a good girl for me?”

“Yes…yes Kookie…I’ll be a good girl….I’ll try…”, she answers

I slam in deeper, harder

Just after that one thrust, I feel her about to lose it

“No baby”

“Hhhhhhh”, she whines

She manages to stop herself

But after a few more rams, she starts tightening up again

“I said no Jo!”

“Jungkook!”, she growls

“You have to wait now baby. I let you cum so much already. You can wait a few minutes.”

I thrust in a few more times and she cries, “Jungkook, I can’t…I can’t…hhh..”, she trails off

I feel her trying so hard not to cum

My poor baby

So I let her

“Cum now”, I yell and she instantly orgasms

“JUNGKOOK!”, she screams

I watch my cock go in and out of her

She came so many times and my cock is covered with it

It’s a fucking amazing sight and I can’t hold back

The pleasure of her pulling and clenching me is too much

“Baby, can I cum? Please baby? Can you let me?”, I beg

I won’t if she says no but I hope she says yes

“Make me cum one more time Kookie, then you can”

She looks over her shoulder at me with an evil smirk

She’s so evil and I love it

I pound faster in her, slamming into her over and over

She tightens on me, screaming as she climaxes again, causing me to cum in her right away

It’s fucking fantastic

“Fuck Jungkook”

“God, Joanne! Joanne!”

“Jungkook, fuck , fuck, yes!”

I pull out and collapse next to her. Her body is still shaking, she’s face down and she’s breathing really hard. I pull her closer, kissing her shoulder, then laying my head on it

Her skin is hot so I blow on it, moving her sweaty hair off of her back and neck

“I love you Joanne”, I whisper to her

“I Love you Jungkook”, she says sleepily while running my fingers in her hair, putting her to sleep

I’ll let her sleep a little before I wake her up with another orgasm

I told her I’d make her cum all night and I will

She turns her head to me, with her eyes closed. I kiss her cheek and she smiles

“Sing to me Kookie. Please?”, she asks

“Ok baby.”

I start singing, “Euphoria” to her.

For me, the song is all about her

She’s the reason for my happiness

She’s my everything, my world

And I’m never letting her go

I watch her, as I sing my girl to sleep.

Then I lay my head on her back and fall asleep too

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