#I’m over the top w my oral care to begin w but my sensitive teeth need the extra protection

[stuckinapril]

I do unfortunately whiten my teeth. I am sorry to all women out there I do not think I can be ur anti teeth whitening mascot

[shoutogepi]

Newlyweds

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 2.3k 

[ ☀︎, ✘ (𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝟏𝟖+) ]

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : quickie, oral (reader receiving), creampie, bathroom sex, pwp with a hint of feels

𝐛𝐢𝐨 : Your new husband can’t wait until your wedding night to appreciate your body, so he convinces you to give him ten minutes before your wedding reception instead.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : so this isn’t really bday-ish, but!! i love him so much, and thinking about marrying him makes me emotional so… here’s this! happy birthday to my one and only mans, sho <3 wishing i could spend the day with him & shower him in gifts and love~~

𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : Y/MOH/N = your maid of honor’s name

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🄶iggles bubble past your lips, only to be returned by the sound of your boyfriend’s half-hearted shushes. Scratch that— he’s not your boyfriend, not even your fiancé— he’s your husband. The newfound fact makes happiness rush through your body, your heart as full of love as your hands are with his lapels.

Shouto’s laughing, the sound of his content making your ears ring and body sing with mirth. “Gentle, love,” he admonishes, craning his neck away from your lips’ attack. “You’ll ruin your makeup, and then y/moh/n will have me by the throat.” But his attempt at evading your advances falters, and he gladly, softly presses his mouth to yours, a low hum rumbling in his throat.

Instead of plunging his lithe fingers into your hair as he usually does, he cups your jaw in his hands and pulls your face close, leaning down to erase any distance between your mouths. A moment passes, allowing your tongues to caress one another. You break away, a string of saliva connecting your parted mouths as you stare at each other, the same amount of love and desire swirling in both of your gazes. “I’m the only one who gets to have you by the throat,” you state, nipping at his neck playfully with your teeth, careful to keep your stained lips off of his skin.

“No marks,” Shouto chuckles at the same time he gasps, his hands dropping to your waist, thumbing over the intricate details of your dress. He steps forward, corralling you back until your bottom hits the marble countertop at the sink, your head tilting back as his wet kisses trail down your neck. “Not yet, anyway… we’ll have to save that for tonight, baby. Ugh, I can hardly wait.” His fingers move to cup your breasts through your dress, giving them a firm squeeze as his mouth lowers to kiss at your cleavage.

“Nnn, Sho—” you moan quietly, restraining yourself from carding your fingers through his silky locks and messing up his hair. “Faster, we don’t have a lot of time…”

He pulls back from your chest after planting a kiss on the top of each of your tits, his intense gaze piercing into your soul and sending warmth to your cheeks. “I wish I could take my time with you… You are so gorgeous, my love. I barely got through the pictures without a hard-on,” he bites his lip while his eyes flick over your body before he yanks a few paper towels from the pile in between the sinks, throwing them haphazardly on the floor and the counter behind you. Then, he discards his jacket, hanging it on one of the stalls before he drops to his knees before you, ushering you to sit on the ledge he prepared.

You do as he instructs, your legs spreading as he situates himself between them, his hands eagerly pushing up the luxurious material of your skirt. “Later,” you answer his wish, your hands taking the bunched up material from his while his hands move to instead curl around your thighs, tugging your body to teeter right on the edge of the countertop. “We have our whole lives, baby. We can take our time th— ahh!”

Shouto cuts you off as he kisses your clit through your lacy lingerie, pressing his face right against your cunt and breathing in your arousal. He nuzzles your panties first, then pushes them aside for his tongue to immediately separate your slickening folds from bottom to top, circling the tip of his talented muscle around your clit. Your hips buck in his hold as you try to hold in the moans that so desperately want to escape, your breathing becoming heavy. But his firm grasp on your thighs holds you down, rending your lower half unable to move.

He laps at your slit with fervor, his tongue wriggling between your petals and stroking generously over your clit with every swirl. Your shoes click against the tile below as they fall off of you, your foot moving to press against the thick cock underneath his slacks that strains to reach for you. He hisses at your touch, his length leaking in his underwear as he devours your pussy, your arousal beginning to coat his lips while he shakes his head back and forth.

“Fuck, Shouto… that feels amazing,” you pant, your hand coming to rest on top of his head and push his face closer to you.

He moans into your core, lips slurping up your clit and tongue caressing the sensitive pearl. Your toes curl as a finger finds your soaked entrance, the tip of it gliding up and down your slit in a tauntingly slow oval, all the while his tongue lashing at your bundle of nerves. “Mmm,” he mumbles, taking a fresh breath of air as his finger pushes inside of you, your walls stretching to welcome the digit. “My wife tastes so fucking good,” he purrs, smirking as he feels you clench at the words, your hand dropping to overlap his on your thigh, the skin touching the band around his ring finger sizzling.

A second finger slips inside, the pair reaching deep inside of you, searching for that spongy spot that he knows will make you cry out for him. It doesn’t take long for him to find it, and he’s not at all surprised when you let out a choked groan, your hand flying up to cover your open mouth as your cunt wrings tight around him. His tidy fingernails brush against your velvet walls, stimulating you to the max as his mouth busies itself again with your puffy clit.

Your eyelids are drooping, the fake lashes fluttering as you struggle to keep your eyes open and focused on your husband going to work between your legs. “Uhhhn, Shouto, I’m gonna cum~” you whine, falling back onto your elbows and the top of your head brushing against the mirror.

It only spurs him on, tracing your clit in his mouth faster as his fingers keep the same pace and curl. He alternates between sucking and kissing, knowing how much it drives you crazy to have him making out with your cunt. Legs starting to shake around his head, you gasp as you fall headfirst into your climax, body going rigid as you tighten up around him. The ecstasy he brings you dunks your body into a pool of sweet, serene euphoria, and you’re too busy trying to breach the surface to even notice as he pulls you off the counter, fingers leaving your quivering cunt empty and wetter than ever.

Shouto stands, spinning you around so the front of your dress is pressed into the paper towels on the countertop, his hands bunching your skirt high enough so that he can see the backs of your trembling thighs. Then he’s pulling down his slacks half way down his thighs, his cock already shining with a sheen of precum drooling from his swollen tip. He moans as he rubs it against your slicked hole, fingers grabbing your cheeks to spread your body and watch how your pussy swallows his length greedily.

You barely have the strength to prop yourself up on your forearms as he thrusts to the hilt inside of you, trying to be mindful of the makeup your bridesmaids had spent so long perfecting. His name falls from your lips as he thumbs over your stretched opening, letting his hips retreat just so he can push himself inside ever so slowly.

“You look so beautiful taking my cock like this,” he huffs, eyeing the lewd expression painted on your face while his thrusts start to pick up. The slap of his heavy balls against your clit has your jaw hanging open, overstimulating you and causing your eyes to roll back. Shouto grunts, his cock twitching inside of you as he stares at your reflection in the mirror, gaze eventually dropping to the platinum band on his finger.

There’s so much emotion built up from hearing you recite your vows to him, from looking into your eyes and seeing the same affection peering back at him, from pulling you into his arms and dipping you down in front of all of your loved ones, sealing your marriage with the best kiss of his life. He can scarcely believe you’d said yes when he had dropped to one knee and asked you to spend the rest of his life with him— and he felt like he was in a dream when you’d echoed “I do” after him just an hour ago. He’s never felt like this about anyone, never thought that he deserved to be loved by anyone like you, never even known that a love like this could really exist.

“I love you,” he chokes out suddenly, his hands moving to fondle your body, trying to convey his feelings even though this is supposed to be just a simple quickie. He cups your stomach in one hand, feeling how it just barely stretches as he sheathes himself inside of you, his other hand curling around your thigh to keep your body in place as he feels his orgasm approaching. “I’m gonna make you so happy, love, I promise— fuck, I promise.”

His confession makes your body sing with elation, your breath fogging the glass as you pant for him. “I know, Sho—  nnn god, I love you,” you whimper, barely holding it together as the hand on your stomach stretches so his fingertips can rub your clit with vigor. You’re fully overstimulated now, losing your mind at the pleasure that courses through you with each swing of his powerful hips. “Please cum inside, please…”

Shouto’s hand on your stomach jumps to your waist suddenly, and then he’s pounding into your cunt with reckless abandon, the ends of his dress shirt tickling your ass with each thrust. Just before he finishes, his left hand covers yours, your rings touching together as his fingers lace between your own and curl tight around your palm. He looks at the metal bands as he paints your insides white with his thick load, moaning all the while into your ear while he nuzzles into the back of your neck.

Silence save for your ragged breaths fills the bathroom for a moment, Shouto’s arm loosely hugging around your waist and pressing his body as flush against yours as he can with your clothes still half-on. He plants a gentle kiss on your cheek before he stands, grabbing a few more of the fancy towels on the counter and holding them underneath you as he pulls out. His breathing is still a little rough as he dabs at your sloppy cunt, instructing you to push out as much of his release as you can so you won’t have it dripping down your thighs during the reception. Carefully he cleans the both of you off, his lips quirked up into a sly smile as he puts your panties back into place, helping you into your shoes once again and making sure your dress falls to the floor as perfectly as it did before he ravaged you. Neither of you have to speak as you fix each other up, a shared smile of intimacy on both your faces.

Once the both of you have resituated yourselves as best you can, Shouto presses a lasting kiss to your temple, his fingers stroking over your back soothingly. “I love you” he murmurs, lips still pressed to your hairline. Repeating the words back, you smile up at him and indulge in a little nose nuzzle, pecking his grin as he guides you out of the bathroom.

The door resists as it bumps into someone, revealing Midoriya with his hands cupped over his ears, eyes closed, and face beet-red. Bakugou is slouching on the opposite wall, and he kicks the green-haired man in the shin as he watches the pair of you exit the bathroom.

“Took you long enough,” Bakugou grumbles, and though he’s putting on a tough-guy facade as usual, there’s a tiny dusting of pink across his cheeks. “Ten minutes my ass...”

Midoriya can’t seem to look you or Shouto in the eye, instead focusing on the boutonnière gracing Shouto’s breast pocket. “Ah, your reception entrance is scheduled to be in three minutes…” The poor man finally glances at you, eyes going wide and coughing as he looks away again, immediately deflecting your stare. “And um… y/n, you should probably uhh… fix your lipstick b-before then, I’ll go grab y/moh/n!”

Bakugou cackles at the other man’s bashfulness while he dashes off, and you feel your body heat up as you become flustered. You’d known that the pair were standing guard outside, but you hadn’t really thought about the possibility of them actually hearing your activities. The explosive blonde only shakes his hand and shoves his hands in his suit pockets, strolling off to leave the two of you alone for a minute, giving you space before you’re to be crowded around and fussed over for the rest of the night.

Shouto squeezes your hand to grab your attention, his smirk melting into a genuine smile as his soft eyes linger on your heated face. “Ready for our first dance, Mrs. Todoroki?” he murmurs, knowing fully well you’re still in a state of satiated bliss, and that he’ll have to hold you up the entire time. But it doesn’t really matter, because he also knows that you’re extra lovey-dovey after he’s made you cum, and he would carry you around the dancefloor all night if it means that he gets to be your one and only.

“So ready,” you sigh, leaning into his sturdy chest. You’re ready for your first dance, and all of the other firsts that a married couple may encounter, so long as you get to be with him.

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...this is major cheese and no i will not apologize for it. 🧀💗💍

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[burberrybaby]

tasamum - تسمم

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pairing: bucky barnes x woc!reader

summary: you wake up from a nightmare hoping for a drink, but bucky gives you a different form of intoxication.

warnings: SMUT, a little fluff (bucky taking care of the reader,) knives (reader has one in her room,) alcohol mention, oral (f receiving,) fingering, dom/sub dynamics, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, praise, minors DNI!

a/n: my first official smut! english is not my first language, so if there are any errors, please let me know. any type of feedback would be lovely and, as always, reblogs are appreciated. not my gif.

word count: 2.5k

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You scream as you sit up in bed, throwing the covers off you and immediately pulling the small dagger out from under your pillow, holding it up in a defensive stance. It takes a second for you to realize you’re in no danger as you drop your weapon and hold your head in your hands, catching your breath. You woke up after another one of your nightmares; remaining memories of people you’ve killed in your past still haunt your dreams.

Instead of going back to bed, you decide to head to the kitchen to grab a quick glass of water. The compound was quiet and dark, very unlike how it usually is in the daytime. Once you finish your drink, you hear a raspy voice near the sitting area, “Y/N?”

It wasn’t bright enough for you to see who said your name, but the deep, thick voice could’ve only belonged to the one and only Bucky Barnes.

“Bucky?” you switch on the light and move towards him, setting your glass on the counter. He wore dark pants and a black buttoned-down shirt that was undone completely, exposing his gorgeous toned chest and abs. Your breath hitches in your throat as you watch him look you up and down. Compared to him, you were hardly dressed; a baggy Thrasher T-shirt that barely covered your ass and black lace panties.

“Nightmares?” he asks and you nod, looking away. “Come here, doll.” Your gaze slowly turns to meet his and you see him holding his hand out to you, offering his lap to you. A feeble attempt on your part to hide your shock rewards you with a small smirk from Bucky as you slowly make your way to him.

You try your best to pull your shirt down as you sit in his lap, and you blush as you feel the muscles in his thighs under you. Bucky wraps his arms around you and you lean your head against his shoulder. He rests his chin softly on the top of your head and he sighs. You can smell the scent of some sort of drink on his breath, “are you drunk?”

“No,” he chuckles softly, “alcohol doesn’t do much for me, unfortunately.”

“Oh, right.” you snuggle yourself into him, willing to let your vulnerabilities show in front of this man; suddenly feeling small and soft in his arms.

“Would it be bad if I was drunk?”

You pause, “I just- I have trust issues.”

“So you trust me?”

“Maybe,” you smile softly.

He tightens his vibranium arm around you and slowly lowers one hand down to rub small circles into your bare thigh, causing your breath the hitch.

“Do you wanna talk about the nightmare?”

You tilt your head to look at him, “No, not really... have any alcohol left though?”

“Sorry, doll, but I already finished the bottle,” Bucky looks at you curiously, “but there are other ways to make your night better.”

Your face flushes immediately to a deep shade of red as you stare at him blankly, “W-what do you mean by that?”

“I mean,” Bucky slowly moves his touch from your outer thigh closer between your legs, and pauses to look at you, “there's a different form of intoxication I can give you.”

Swallowing thickly, you look down at how close his hand is to your heat, and you’d be a fool to think this man didn’t feel it. It was almost embarrassing how badly you wanted him in you right now, but you hadn’t been with someone romantically in the longest time. Compared to the man whose lap you were currently perched upon... what would he think of you?

“If that’s not what you want, I get it-“

You cut him off, “I do! I just uhm..”

“We can take it as slow as you want.”

After a deep breath, you nod, “Okay.”

It only takes a second for Bucky to adjust you to straddle his lap, and before you can even register it, his shirt is off. You can see the sudden hunger in his eyes before he moves his lips to yours, and you easily melt into his touch. Bucky places his hands back on your thighs and massages slightly.

Your tongues move in union, both of you exploring each other’s mouths. One of your hands moves to cup his face and the other rests on his bare shoulder. Bucky pulls away after a bit with a tug to your bottom lip and moves his kisses to your jawline. A quiet moan escapes your lips, and you can feel his smile against your skin. He moves his way down to your neck, only needing a second to find that sweet spot on your skin that he knew would drive you crazy. If this man didn’t feel the heat and dampness from your core and panties, he certainly did now.

All the while, you’re pressing yourself against his covered length, yearning for more than just kisses. It doesn’t take long for his cock to harden against your clothed cunt; you were sexually infatuated with each other.

You tilt your head back to give him more space to pleasure you as he pleases, and you were already at his mercy. Leaving a few nips on your neck and now moving to your collarbone, Bucky drinks up all the soft whimpers and moans you give him. Later, when he pulls away, an unintentional whimper falls from your lips.

Without moving your gazes away from each other, you feel his rough, calloused hands move from your thighs to the hem of your shirt; at this point, it had ridden up to your waist, “May I?”

You give him a small nod and he slowly lifts the baggy T off your body, laying it next to his own discarded top. You shiver as the sudden cold perks your nipples up, and he moves his hands up to cup your breasts, massaging them and attaching his lips back onto your collarbone. He murmurs, “If you want me to stop just say it.”

“I know,” you whisper and squeeze your eyes shut as you grind against him. Your act rewards you with a deep growl from deep from Bucky’s throat as his lips move down to your left nipple. He twirls his tongue skillfully around the nub and rolls your other nipple between his fingers.

“W-want more,” your voice is almost inaudible and your eyes squeeze together from the pleasure he gives you.

Bucky slowly pulls away and looks up to meet your gaze, his pale blue eyes now darkened with lust. “Yeah?”

Your nod is almost pitiful as he lays you down on the couch, his large figure overpowering you even before his cock is in you. Bucky leaves kisses down your chest and stomach, red marks that will surely bruise by morning. His breath is hot against your skin as he pauses at the waistband of your panties.

He looks up at you through his lashes, asking permission to remove the final piece of your clothing. You nod again, “please,” and after that one word, he wastes no time pulling the black lace off with his teeth, discarding it on the floor.

Bucky takes a moment to admire your body before he makes his next move, “you’re beautiful, you know that, doll?” He brings your legs up, leaving hickey after hickey on your inner thighs, slowly moving closer to your aching core. He touches his finger to your bare cunt and reaches his hand to his mouth to lick the wetness and makes eye contact with you. You swallow again, hard, and whimper, begging desperately for more.

He slings your legs over his shoulders and brings his face to your dripping center, licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit. Your body shudders and radiates in hot pleasure as his lips attach to your clit and he carefully slips one metal finger into you, looking up to see your mouth drop open. You reach one hand down to tangle it in his dark hair as your back starts to arch.

Not wasting any more time than necessary, Bucky slips a second finger into your pussy and begins to scissor you open, making enough space for a third metal finger. He curls his knuckles and all the while swirling his tongue around your most sensitive parts. It doesn’t matter that this is the first time he’s eaten you out, he knew exactly what you wanted, and did not hold back in providing.

A sheen of sweat has acclimated over your skin, and your back is arched highly from the couch, the edge of which you’re now gripping so hard your knuckles have paled. Your thighs are shaking from being held apart by Bucky’s large hands and your head lolls to the side as you murmur, “I-I’m gonna-“

You aren’t even given the chance to finish your sentence as you hit your climax. Your body is plunged into a deep euphoria; whether that orgasm could be described as heavenly or sinful, you weren’t sure, but it didn’t matter; was the best feeling you’ve had in the longest time.

Bucky pulls away after drinking up all your come and watches how you slowly open your eyes, panting, “Th-that was amazing.” Instead of responding, he leans down to give you a kiss, letting you taste yourself on his lips and causing you to moan quietly.

“You are amazing.”

All you can do is let your mouth drop open and feel even more heat rising to your face as Bucky stands, unbuttoning his pants and slipping them off, along with his boxers. Your mouth practically waters at the sight of his hard cock, pressing up against his stomach; and it was huge. How he’s managed his composure for this long, you had no clue.

Bucky strokes his cock a few times and smirks at your peaked arousal, adjusting himself back on top of you, “Ready?”

You nod and he runs his length along your folds first, then gently presses himself into you. Even though he already stretched you out, it still took a bit for your body to adjust to Bucky’s size. Once he’s fully inside you, he presses his hand softly to your stomach, and chuckles softly, “Doll, look how deep I am.”

The realization of how you felt him in your stomach had come earlier, but now looking down and seeing that bulge made you desperate. Your hips buck up unintentionally, causing Bucky to moan quietly and begin to thrust into you.

You could tell he was holding back, keeping himself from pounding into you immediately, and you appreciated that. Maybe he could sense your inexperience and wanted to help you take it slow. Or maybe he was just scared of hurting you, but nonetheless, it felt amazing.

His mouth attaches to your neck again, and Bucky’s hand moves up to roll your nipple between his fingers. You allow your hands to roam his chest, biceps, and back as your head lolls back, moans falling from your lips easily.

He refrains from speeding up his pace; instead, his thrusts are slower, but stronger, hitting you deeper, his tip dragging along your G spot. Your back arches again off the couch, and your nails start to drag along his back.

His lips move to your ear, and he nibbles your earlobe teasingly. Bucky’s low voice now in the shell of your ear, “you’re taking me so well, baby, I’m so proud of you.” Your body shivers at that, and you want to say more, but the only words that fall from your lips are, “M-more, pl-lease.”

“Asking like a good girl, hm? I’ll give you more.” so he brings his hand down to your sensitive clit, rubbing in circles with his thumb, and you can’t help but bite down on his collarbone to keep yourself from crying in the pleasure. Bucky winces and chuckles again, “marking me up, I see? Don’t worry, I’ll wear the bruises proudly.”

Your whimper is muffled against his skin and this time, without warning you come around him, your essence dripping onto both of your thighs. Once again, you’re engulfed in hot, sticky pleasure as Bucky helps you ride out your orgasm.

Panting you mumble, “Y-you can go faster i-if you need.” He pauses a second to look at you, making sure he heard you right, then he pushes your knees into your chest and takes your calves in his hands. After adjusting his position, Bucky gradually speeds up, his head tilting back in pleasure as his lips part.

Looking down to watch him, and seeing your breasts being shoved back and forth from the new speed makes you wish for a third release. You bite your lip and grip the edge of the couch tightly, trying to keep yourself grounded.

You snake one hand down to rub your clit when Bucky looks back down at you. The sight of your body; the same sight you had relished in moments before, driving him closer to his own release. So now he grunts, “Cum with me, doll.”

And of course, you happily oblige, kneading your tit with one hand and the other rubbing your clit faster as you come a third time. Your channel tightening again against his cock drives him insane, and a deep moan comes from Bucky’s throat. He comes with you, heavily coating your walls and panting as he finishes and looking down to admire how he’s made you fall apart under him.

You meet his gaze and you laugh, “that really just happened, huh?” He laughs with you, “yeah, it did.”

Your legs are shaking as he pulls out and heads to the kitchen to get a damp cloth to clean you both up. He cleans very carefully around your thighs and helps you sit up to clean underneath. Your eyes widen as you see the forming stain underneath you, but Bucky doesn’t seem to mind, “this couch is officially ours.”

Smiling warmly at each other, Bucky picks you up and takes you back to his room, wrapping his arms around you tightly. your head is resting on his chest, and your arm loosely wrapped around his torso.

“How do you feel now?” he hums.

You tilt your head up to look at him, “way better than before.”

Bucky smiles down at you, “that’s good, doll. You should get some rest, I plan on ravishing you again in the morning.

Chewing on your lip, you pull the blanket around your shoulders and look away.

So his smile turns to a worried frown, “Is something wrong? We don’t have to do it again if you don’t want to.”

“No, no I want to,” you pause, “it’s just… the nightmares again…”

“Hey,” Bucky lifts your chin so you can look at him, “as long as I’ve got you here in my arms, I promise you’ll be safe, doll. I get nightmares too, but now I’ve got you to hold!”

You smile and leave a lingering kiss on his lips before resting your head again, letting your eyes flutter shut, “good night, Buck.”

He kisses your forehead, “good night, Y/N.”

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[spencers-dria]

Feels Like The First Time Part 2 of 2

Spencer x fem reader

18+ ONLY Smut, Fluff, and a little humor

Content/Trigger Warnings: teasing, oral both receiving, penetrative sex w/o condom, creampie

This was for a fic swap hosted by @imagining-in-the-margins written for my dear friend @andiebeaword ! Here is the smut you’ve been waiting for, go forth and be horny.

It’s been two whole weeks since Spencer ran out of my apartment, no explanation. I was worried I had made him uncomfortable, pushed him too far. I had started to see him in a new light and just wanted to test out if he might feel the same. A back scratch turned sensual massage had seemed a good idea at the time. He even seemed to enjoy it, right until he jumped up and ran out. I had even heard him let out a small moan, causing the damp spot in my panties to soak through more.

Just as I was about to call him and apologize, I received a message explaining that he had been away on a case and was looking forward to coming over again this weekend, as usual. I let out a sigh of relief. I would test out the waters, and if he didn’t seem upset or nervous, I would proceed with my plan to bring him out of his shell. I hope to nudge him towards making some kind of move, anything. I have to know where he stands.

When Friday night arrives, Spencer knocks at my door, on time as usual. He enters, hands full of burgers, fries, and shakes.

“How about we watch a movie tonight instead?” I ask as we sort through who gets which food.

“Sure” he flashes me a warm smile, as he takes his food into the living room.

He doesn’t seem nervous. There’s no signs of discomfort. Maybe he was okay with what happened last time. Maybe we could take it further? I move forward with my plan, knowing I will stand down at any signs of discomfort. I never want to push him into anything he doesn’t want.

“I’m gonna get comfortable first, okay?” I say as I set my food down on the coffee table.

Spencer nods, looking up at me as he downs his fries and shake. I can’t help but giggle at the sight.

So freaking adorable I think to myself.

After slipping off my bra, I quickly change into one of my largest pajama t shirts, hanging so low that it would easily cover any pair of shorts. However, I take my shorts off, opting for a silky pair of soft green panties, with edges of lace. I look myself over in the mirror once more, satisfied with my end result.

I put on my most innocent look as I strut my way back into the living room. Spencer has finished his food, leaving him to sip on the remains of his shake. I take in a breath and with all the confidence I can muster, I set myself down right in his lap. I feel his body stiffen as he decides what his next move will be. I sink my body back towards him, relaxing as I pretend to focus on the movie instead. After a minute, I feel his hands settle on my hips. I also can’t help but take notice of the ever growing bulge that has made itself at home against my thigh.

He likes this. He definitely likes this. If he was uncomfortable he may not have had the guts to say so, but there would have been stuttering, fidgeting, anything but this. I decide to make things a little more interesting as I lean forward to stretch my arms out during a yawn, making sure to wiggle my hips in the process.

Just as I suspected, I hear a small whimper leave his lips. Once I settle back into his torso, I slide my hand down to cover his, still at home on my hips. My thumb begins to rub small circles on the back of his hand, desperate for any kind of movement and intimate touch. It’s only a moment before I feel his hands move down to my thighs before he slowly drags his fingers back up towards my hips. His breath hitches in his throat as his fingers discover the delicate silk and lace instead of a pair of shorts.

I decide to swivel myself in his lap, daring to meet his hungry gaze. I take a moment to study his features, brushing my fingers through his curls, trailing along his jawline, and finally brushing my thumb over his plump bottom lip. Much to my surprise, he opens his mouth, looking up at me with a look I instantly recognize, submission. I give into his silent request, laying my thumb over his tongue before his lips wrap around it. He closes his eyes and sucks hungrily.

I can’t help but coo at him “mmm so needy for me aren’t you baby boy?”

Just as I expect, his eyes shoot open, pupils blown with lust at the new nickname as he moans around my finger. I feel Spencer’s hips jolt up involuntarily, giving me some much appreciated friction. I remove my thumb from his mouth, causing him to whine at the loss. I take hold of his chin, pulling up until he’s looking directly in my eyes.

“I have to ask you, Spencer, is this what you want? Are you okay with us having sex?”

“Yes!” He blurts out, shrinking back from embarrassment at his own enthusiasm, following it with a small whisper “Please.”

“Okay. You can change your mind at any time. You have to tell me if you don’t like something or want to stop anything. You can also ask for things okay? Just promise to keep communicating with me.”

“I promise.”

I go back to running my fingers through his curls, Spencer immediately leaning into the contact.

“You told me awhile back you were still a virgin. Is that still true?”

His eyes fall to his lap, and I see all excitement and confidence fade away as he nods in response.

I lean in to kiss his forehead before settling mine against it, raising my eyes to meet his once more.

“Listen to me, Spence. I don’t care about that one bit. I just wanted to know how to proceed, okay? I actually like the idea of teaching you a few things, if you’ll let me. I think we could have a lot of fun.”

The sparkle is back in his eyes as he gives me a shy smile. “I’m ready”.

“Okay so we’re gonna use the color system since it’s easy to remember. Green means keep going. Yellow means stop what we are doing and try something else. Red means we stop completely, okay?”

“Red. Yellow. Green. Got it.”

I lean back to properly look at him once more, savoring every moment, the feeling of the air between us as anticipation builds. Before I have a chance to lean back in, Spencer wraps my face in his hands, pulling me into a passion-fueled kiss. I decide to let him lead this part, hoping his confidence will build before we enter new territory. It isn’t long before his tongue is slipping into each kiss, inviting mine to join in. As tensions rise, the kisses grow more eager until we are grinding against one another moans escaping both our lips.

He grabs at the hem of my shirt before timidly asking for permission. I smile and nod, lifting my hands as he pulls it over my head. He’s surprised to find me lacking yet another clothing item as he takes in the sight of my bare breasts, only inches from his face.

“Do you want to touch them?”

He nods with excitement, looking up at me with puppy dog eyes. How could I possibly do anything but give into his every desire?

“Go ahead” I say, smiling down at him. It’s like watching a child open their presents on Christmas. It is all so new to him, and he doesn't even try to hide his excitement. His hands move from my hips to slide up my back until they’re resting behind my shoulders. He gently pulls me forward as he leans in to nibble, suck, and kiss every inch of skin he can get his mouth on. It doesn’t take long before he takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking passionately at the sensitive skin as he uses his hand to knead the skin on my other breast. He looks up at me with need as he moans around my breast, tongue flicking back and forth.

I let my head fall back as I moan through the pleasure. Something about Spencer, his innocence, his neediness, is making every touch shoot straight through me like a bolt of lighting, sparks electrifying each and every nerve. Once I feel his teeth bite down, I can’t help but hiss from the pain and pleasure as my fingers find a grip in his hair.

“Fuck baby” I barely find the breath to say.

A smug grin tugs at the corners of his mouth as I push him back into the couch.

I lean in to whisper into his ear “my turn”, sending a shiver through his body.

I’m biting and sucking on his neck in the places I know will drive him wild. It’s moments before I have his shirt off, dragging my nails down his chest to mark him as my own. It’s important to me that Spencer feels he has some control over his first experience, so I take a moment to look deep in his eyes before asking, “what would you like to try first?”

“Can you um- well do you think I could get-you know?”

His eyes dart nervously between my eyes and his lap as he tries his best to ask for what he wants.

“Are you asking me to give you a blowjob baby?”

Spencer gives a quick nod, his curls falling in his face.

“How about I start and if you’re a real good boy and do what I say, I’ll let you fuck my face? How does that sound?”

All I can hear is a series of moans and what sounds like the word “amazing” mixed in with a few curses.

I grab his hand, leading him to the bedroom as he follows along, willingly and wide-eyed. I waste no time sinking to my knees as I undo his belt and pants, never once breaking eye contact. The need in his eyes, the desperation to feel my mouth on him, he couldn’t hide it if he wanted to.

I’m on my knees in seconds and the first thing to draw my eyes away from his is inches away from my face. I start by pressing a few gentle kisses to the top before letting my spit dribble down the sides and spreading it with a few strokes of my hand. One lick from base to tip with my eyes locked back in on his and he’s already quivering at the knees.

Spencer savors the first few minutes as I do all the work, moving my tongue and lips in new and interesting ways just to keep him on his toes. I finally pull his hands up and into my hair, giving him a look to signal I am handing him the reigns. He starts off gentle, slow. How very Spencer of him. I make sure to give him a show, moaning to show him just how much I am enjoying the feeling of him thrusting his hips into my face. My moans eventually emboldened him to pick up his pace as he begins to hit the back of my throat. Tears are streaming down my cheeks but the look in my eyes screams fuck me harder.

Suddenly my skin grows cold as Spencer pulls away, and I miss the feeling of having him touch me in any way. My first concern is Spencer as I quickly stand to check on him.

“What’s wrong Spence? Are you okay? You need to stop or take a break?”

He shakes his floppy curls, giggling a bit through a smile he can’t hide. He reaches over to hold my hands in his before gaining the confidence to look my in the eyes while asking his question.

“That’s not where I want to finish. Plus, all the literature leads me to believe we need to help you cum, first.” The light blush dusting his cheeks deepens at his admission. I almost moan out loud simply from hearing those words from his mouth. Just when I think I can’t get any more turned on, he continues.

“Can I- I mean is it alright if I try to- it’s just I’ve never-“

My eyes follow his line of sight, all the way down to the hem of my panties. I can’t help but blush knowing I’m not only Spencer’s first time, but he also wants to take things on to his own hands and pleasure me as well. Whoever gets to sleep with him from now on will be one lucky woman.

“Only if you really want to. Tonight is all about you okay, anything you want or don’t want, it’s your call.”

“Oh! Well I really want to- with you, I mean! Unless of course you’re uncomfortable in which case-“

I sweetly cut him off from digging himself into a deeper hole of anxiety with a gentle finger over his mouth. My lips brush against his ear as I whisper, “Spencer, there is nothing I want more than to have those plump lips of yours between my legs.”

The whimper he lets out really seals the deal. I am dripping and ready to go. Shimmying my way back on to the bed, I spread my legs, beckoning him closer with a single finger. Spencer swallows the lump in his throat before approaching, but once he gets a good look, he’s practically salivating. He takes his time on each leg, treating every inch of skin as though it deserves to be cherished. I close my eyes in order to take in every feeling, every kiss of his lips, every swipe of his tongue, every nibble of his teeth.

Once his arms wrap around my thighs, I feel his hot breath on my core, dripping more for him than I ever thought possible. He goes in with sweet, gentle licks, taking his time and savoring every moment. His eyes lock in on mine and I feel my pleasure increase ten fold. When he pulls away, I worry once again we have gone too far for his comfort. But his next words truly melted my heart.

“Am I uh- am I doing- okay?” He panted through heavy breaths.

“You’re doing so good for me sweet boy. It feels incredible! If you want to try something different you can try sucking on my clit, or fingering me while you keep going with your mouth.”

Spencer’s eyes light up with excitement. He’s so eager to learn. I can certainly get used to that. It’s seconds before I can tell he’s following my instructions perfectly.

“Mmhhhm just like that baby. And if you curl your fingers up just like- oh fuck! You listen so well. You’re gonna make me come so fast.”

My back arches as my impending orgasm barrels towards me. Anything I say at this point is broken up by pants and moans and the occasional expletive. I lock eyes with Spencer once more, and I can tell he’s a man on a mission. The moans leaving him are even filthier than my own. He’s enjoying himself so much, and he wants me to know it. That is the last thought to cross my mind before I feel myself pushed off the edge. Due to Spencer’s persistence to keep going, my orgasm is dragged out for much longer than usual, waves of pleasure hitting me over and over again as I tug on his beautiful curls.

Once he’s finished his work, he crawls up the bed to lay next to me, looking over as though I am his favorite person in the world. At least I know he’s my favorite, and that will never change.

We take a moment to revel in the bliss, before I remember he hasn’t even cum yet. I roll over to look him in the eyes as I trail my fingers up and down his chest.

“Do you want to keep going or do you want to stop? It’s completely up to you.”

“Can we keep going?” He asks with a look of pure innocence on his face.

“Of course, baby,” I whisper, running my fingers through his hair and nibbling at his neck. “You can have me any way you want me.”

Spencer’s eyes grow big with excitement, and I can see the wheels turning in his head as he decides which way he wants to ravish me in most.

“Can you get on y-your hands and knees for me, p-p-please?”

Shooting him a devilish grin, I slowly push myself up into position, making sure to wriggle my hips in his face. His hands rub up my arms, fingers trailing down my back, and I can only imagine the way he is probably drooling as he takes in the view that’s so new to him. Finally his fingers sink into my hips as he lines himself up with my entrance.

“Are you sure it’s ok?”

I glance back over my shoulder to give him a reassuring smile.

“Yes Spencer, I promise.”

“Wait! Are you still on that um- do you still have that IUD?”

“Mmhm. I’m okay just like this if you are.”

He’s tentative at first, whining and groaning every time he moves deeper into me.

“Y/N, you feel so g-good!”

After we both adjust to the feeling, he finds himself craving more, burying himself deeper and faster. The slapping of wet skin mingled with our moans is music to my ears. He surprises me by wrapping his fingers through my hair, giving a sharp tug, and I can’t even help the filthy moan that escapes me.

“Spence yes, fuck me harder! You’re doing so, so good for me!”

I feel the soft skin of his chest against my back, his hot breath on my neck, as he moves to be even closer to me, buried in me. I revel in the way he paws at my breasts and kisses my neck with such desperation, desperate to feel every inch of me, desperate for his release, desperate to cause mine.

Spencer says it so quietly I almost miss it.

“You’re so perfect.”

He’s got one last surprise in store for me as his fingers trail down to the one place that will send me toppling over the edge.

“Fuck Spence! Fuck fuck fuck-“

“Come for me Y/N,” Is the last thing I hear, whispered in my ear with such surprising confidence that my knees give out as my body trembles, his hands holding my hips tight against him. His name is the only word I can bring myself to say, over and over- and over.

I feel him pull out before he softly asks me to lay on my back. I’m confused, until I glance up to see the way he’s looking down at me so lovingly as he puts himself back where he belongs, inside of me. He begins again with more confidence than the first time, but he’s less hurried, less animalistic. I feel only love coming from him, whether it’s from the slow but steady thrust of his hips, the way he’s looking into my eyes, or the deep passionate kisses that just keep coming.

“So beautiful.” Spencer says it as though it’s fact, looking at me like I’m the only person he ever wants to be with.

I close my eyes to revel in the amazing feeling of our bodies intertwined. I know he’s close as high-pitched whines begin to leave his lips once more. I have to give him props- he’s lasted longer than I expected. Deciding to give him the same courtesy of helping him along, I bring my fingers up into his hair, pulling him down for one last kiss before I speak up.

“Spence, fuck- Be a good boy and come inside me!”

That’s all it takes. He’s holding himself against my hips, buried deep inside me, filling me up in the best possible way. It’s never felt quite like this before. It’s enough to bring me right along with him. I’m in a daze over the way it feels pulsating around him. Next thing I know, we’re sharing needy, sweet, wet kisses between desperate attempts to catch our breath.

Once I’ve gone to the bathroom and helped him clean up, we are able to take in the weight of what we have just done, knowing our relationship will never be the same. I find myself suddenly shy outside of the situation that gave me so much bravery. I’m worried that the new discovery of what we could be together will be the first and the last.

“So, how was your first time? Was it worth it?”

A small giggle leaves his lips before he leans in, gracing my cheeks with the touch of his hands to pull me in for a completely overwhelming kiss.

“Even more perfect than I could have hoped for. And Y/N, I think every time with you will feel like the first time.”

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[sombreboy]

Unsullied | yandere!pjm (E)

▎ 18+ / Explicit ▎ xtremity; 8 ▎ pairing: PJM x Y/N ▎ genre: pwp smut, dubcon, yandere, some angst, tiny amount of fluff ▎ word count: 7.4k ▎ warnings: heavy stockholm syndrome, stalking, cursing, sadistic!jimin, possessive/obsessive/delusional behavior, toxic relationship, manipulative!jimin, mentions of malnourishment, innocent/virgin!y/n, he calls you babygirl a lot, daddy kink, unprotected sex, dirtytalk, dubcon, mentions of blood, impegnation kink, fucking while pregnant, spanking/whipping, bruising, rough sex, oral/facefucking, choking, exhibitionism, forced voyerism, angst, death of side character(member), vague descriptions of murder. Idk if I’ve covered all warnings, but basically; don’t read this if you’re sensitive to any of these things.

A/N: This is from an older rp of mine with 🍎anon, some of you might recognize it! I know many of you missed it and asked about it..so, here it is. ♡

"Jiminie!" You shouted through the door of the locked room you had been caged inside of, "You can't do this to me! I'm not a toy you can keep locked up and play with whenever you like... I have friends, family, they will search for me! Please Jimin, just let me go!’’

Jimin was sitting on the floor, leaned against the wall outside of your room, glancing over at the locked door.

He sighed before responding, “It’s for your own good, Y/N! The last time I let you out, you tried to run away, I simply can’t risk that again. Don’t you understand?! You’re safer with me! I can take care of you!”

You made your way to the queen-sized bed. Jimin had the room decorated just for you, and you had to admit, it was beautiful, you couldn't deny that. Hand-painted flowers on the walls, a fireplace in the corner, a bookcase with all of your favorites and a big window, locked of course, showing the green forest outside. You had resisted giving in to Jimin for months now, but you started to get tired and lonely.

Maybe you should just give up even though you’re scared?

"Jimin. I don't want to be alone.", You began to cry, your voice breaking as you spoke.

Jimin got up to stand by the door, placing his hand on it to let his fingers smooth over the strong material it was made of. He hated to hear your cries, he hated that you continuously rejected him.

But he was patient. He knew you’d give in eventually.

Or at least, he hoped, “Y/n… shh, you’re not alone, okay? Hear me? I’m here. I’ve always been here, y/n… you’ve got me.”

You heard Jimin’s soft, reassuring words. But.. you also remembered times when he hadn't been that gentle.

A few days after Jimin had brought you here you'd hit him in an attempt to escape. You hadn't made it very far. He'd been furious and chained you to the bed, screaming at you for not being obedient.

But that was months ago now. And… well, maybe it had been your own fault.

Jimin just wanted to protect you, didn't he? Maybe it wasn't so bad to be loved by him? "Jimin...Please come.." You sobbed by now, begging for him to comfort you.

A wolfish grin pulled on his lips. Did he finally break you? Did he finally make you realize that nobody would ever love you as much as he does?

“I’m coming, angel, don’t cry.” He cooed, hurrying to unlock the door and step inside, eyes instantly finding you curled up on your bed. He’s missed seeing your face like this, otherwise only being able to see you through the monitors in the hidden cameras, or the vague interactions of placing the occasional plate of food in your room.

He jogged over to sit down next to you, hands cupping your cheeks to examine your face, “I’m here, my love.”

You felt Jimin’s hands caress your cheeks, eyes fluttering open to look at him. It felt so good to be close to someone again after all this time spent in isolation. You raised your hands, weak after being malnourished, and drove your fingers gently through Jimin’s soft hair.

‘‘My sweet, dear angel…” Jimin muttered, a small smile on his lips at your willingness to touch him. He would’ve groaned in joy at the way your fingers felt through his locks.

He swipes your dried tears off your cheeks with his thumbs, hands moving to wrap around your small frame in his embrace, pulling you close to press your face into his chest. He inhales your scent, the vague scent he loved so much still there.

You stiffened a bit when you were pushed against Jimin's chest. But, you thought, it felt quite nice. Jimin’s embrace was warm and despite everything; you felt safe. So you relaxed and leaned in further. His own scent calming to your senses, your body melting into his warmth. 

The two of you remain like this for a while, your breathing slowly regaining it’s normalcy, tears dried long ago. Softly, he continuously combed his fingers through your hair, a soft humming vibrating in his chest, ‘’You’re okay, baby... ‘’, Jimin withdrew just enough to be able to look you in the eye, his hand holding your cheek, as if he was keeping you in place, ‘’I’ll never leave you.’’ Your doe eyes meet his, fixated on you before he draws you in for a sweet kiss. It was delicate, slow, and filled with his obsession-..affection for you.

He continued to kiss you, drawing your body closer to his… And that’s when you felt something pressing against your lower stomach. Even though you were inexperienced, you weren't stupid. If Jimin wanted you, well, maybe you should just give your all to him? So that he could trust you?

"Jiminie..." You mumbled, blushing. "I... I've never... you know... been with anyone before..."

Jimin let his hands smooth down your back until they settle at your hips, lifting you to straddle his lap. He stares up at you with a piercing gaze, but it softens with his smile, his eyes morphing into the shape of small crescent moons, “I’d be your first.’’ He shines with joy as he states this, “It’s okay, babygirl... I’ll take care of you…’’

You gasped as Jimin’s hands roamed your body. His smile told you everything you needed to know, he was pleased with you and that, maybe a bit unexpectedly, made you happy too. You moved and made yourself comfortable on his lap, met his gaze, blushed and said, "What do you want me to do... d-daddy?".

‘‘Take off your shirt, babygirl.” Jimin purred, his fingers already working to help you pull it off for you. You felt his erection grow underneath you, he had been pining for this moment for forever.

You shivered when Jimin’s fingers met your bare skin and the top was thrown on the floor. Jimin’s stare on your naked form made you shy and hesitant and you tried to cover yourself. The blush on your cheeks never ends, "J-jimin" you whispered. "Why did you choose me? W-will... you always keep me here?"

Jimin wrapped his fingers around your wrists to stop you from covering yourself, placing your hands on his shoulders. His hands move to smooth over the soft skin of your chest, his breath shaking as he exhales, “It has always been you, baby. It’s just the way it is. My heart beats for you, my entire existence is for you… and just the thought of you,” he paused as he looked frustrated from just thinking about it, “the thought of you finding the wrong path with somebody else makes me angry… so I had to show you the right path. Everyone else wants to hurt you... I don’t... I love you.”

Your eyes widened slightly at Jimin’s statement. Of course, he'd told you many times already that he loved you, but somehow it felt a bit different this time. Never before had anyone cared so much for you. You smiled shyly at Jimin and dragged your right hand from his shoulder to his collarbone and the beginning of his t-shirt, dragging it, wanting him to take it off, "No one has said such things to me before... I want to be good for you Jiminie...", you said as your arousal grew stronger.

He wasn’t used to your willingness, always had to struggle for your affection. But now, you were finally his, giving yourself over to him. He thanked the gods for making you realize that you belong with him, a smile on his face, lower lip clamped between his teeth, removing his shirt to reveal his torso for you. It was strong, he worked out frequently to make sure he would always have more stamina than you, be able to protect you if needed.. Or catch you if you attempted another escape. And when he wasn’t working out, his love for dance kept his stamina high, ‘’I will remind you every single day how much I love you, babygirl.’’

A quiet gasp pushed through your lips at Jimin’s revealed torso. Never had you allowed yourself to think so before, but well... he was truly beautiful, "But... d-daddy. What if someone starts searching for me, and takes me away from you?" With unsure hands you made patterns on his skin, drawing lower and lower. Did you really dare? Touch him... down there? You looked up again, with eyes begging for guidance.

His lips parted, a small breath in excitement at your needy eyes. Your hands felt amazing on his skin, slightly cold, but it was okay. He was gonna feed you well from now on, you’re so well behaved for him, ‘’Don’t worry about that, my love. I took care of it long ago... Nobody’s looking for you.’’ At least, that’s what he believed. He placed his hands over yours, slowly guiding your fingers down to palm his erection through his pants, ‘’Besides, I would never, ever... ever... let anybody take you away from me.’’ He growled out the words with a lower voice.

Maybe you should feel worried by Jimin’s words, a few months ago you would probably have been furious and scared. But somehow, that had changed, and now it just made you feel fuzzy inside. It also made your arousal grow even more.

You inhaled a sharp breath when Jimin’s fingers guided you to his erection. As if on instinct you palmed him through his jeans and squeezed his length softly, "Does that feel good daddy? Am I being a good girl?" You stuttered slightly, "I-I think I want... uh... to see all of you..."

Jimin moans quietly underneath your touch, nodding as he leans in to press a soft kiss on your lips, “It feels heavenly my baby girl…” he helps you this time, unzipping his pants and pulling them down along with his underwear in one go below his hips, just enough for him to expose himself, “Don’t be shy, my love, this is all yours… I’m yours… please touch me.”

Your cheeks are tinted, but you try to ignore your embarrassment since Jimin seems so comfortable in his nudity. The kiss from Jimin leaves you needy for more, so you gently meet his lips again, letting him take control. He leaves you breathless. You don't actually know what you are doing, but you're hellbent on pleasing him so that's why you place yourself between his legs and drop down to your knees. While looking him in the eyes, you carefully lick the tip of his cock, anticipating his reaction.

Jimin cooes with approval, spreading his legs for you to position yourself properly in between, “What a good, good girl you are…” He breathes out quietly, the warmth of your tongue making his breathing heavier, “Keep going, you’re doing so well.” He urges you to continue.

His approval makes you bolder. You place your hands on his thighs, caressing them softly, while trying to fit more of his cock in your mouth and sucking gently. While you keep looking Jimin in the eyes, you see so much emotion. How could you ever have thought that they portrayed anything but love? If you love someone, you protect them from harm, and that was what Jimin had done. You were grateful, "Daddy... my panties feel sticky..." you mumbled.

Jimins jaw went slack, mouth hanging open in awe as he stared down at you in admiration, “You’re so fucking pretty.” He praised, one hand caressing your cheek before it moves to gently run his finger through your hair. Brittle, weak. But he would fix that. He was gonna give you your strength back now that you deserved it. He cooes at your little shy comments, “My little babygirl is wet already? You want me that badly, hm?”

You'd decided. Since Jimin had done so much for you, you'd do this for him. You nodded, "Mhm, daddy, I'm ready. I-I need you."

Jimin smiles at your words, grabbing onto your arms to pull you back up into the bed. He gently lays you down on your back before positioning himself between your legs on his knees, hands softly taking their time to roam over your every curve from your torso down to your thighs, ‘’My needy girl, my beautiful y/n... my everything.’’ He breathes out quietly.

It hurts when Jimin pushes into you, you’d be lying if you told yourself otherwise. But the look he gives you, the happiness and satisfaction, makes you think it's worth it. Isn't this what everyone wants? To have someone close, that cares and loves you? How silly you were before, you think, trying to reject this. You feel Jimin’s speed increasing, fucking into you harder, almost feeling like you’re being torn apart due to the very little time you were given to adjust to his size… and something starts to stir in you. It feels good. You whimper and moan, "D-daddy...uh... p-please".

Jimin started off gently, but you felt too good, he quickly became greedy. The sweat on his chest glistens as it drips down onto you, his whiny, needy moans pushing through his lips with every snap of his hips. He was so happy to finally feel you, and for you to finally feel him, ‘’You’re so good to me, babygirl, you make me feel so good...s-shit...’’

Jimin angles your leg over his shoulder, which makes you feel him deeper than before. He finds the spot that makes you shake with pleasure, and with just a few thrusts you've lost it. You take a hold of his biceps, nails digging into his skin, surely leaving a mark. Giving in to pleasure as you've never felt before, you clamp down on Jimin’s cock- feeling it throb inside you, "Aaahh... d-daddy it feels good." You moan. "You make me... feel so so good daddy."

Jimin didn’t even attempt to remain silent, mouth hanging open in pleasure as he thrusts into you with precise, forceful movements. All the time spent working out was paying off, being able to pleasure you like this was all he ever wanted, “Yeah?’’ He loves your praise, “Tell me how much you love me, babygirl...’’ His voice was strained, his hips losing it’s precise rhythm as he feels himself getting closer, he just needs that little bit of verbal praise to get himself there, “Tell me you want to stay with me forever, f-fuck... I promise to take care of you like this every day.’’

You shake and stutter from the overstimulation and the exhaustion, but the need to please Jimin is stronger, "Y-you are the first one to make me feel this way dadd-y, and the only one who ever will. I promise to stay with you, I-I want to stay with you daddy. I'm only yours."

Jimin smiled, a wicked look on his face as he stares down at you with a possessive look, “Yes, good babygirl, you’re mine.’’ He moans in between his words, hips pushing as deep as physically possible into you, keeping himself still when he cums. He didn’t care that neither of you had any protection, relishing in the thought of possibly impregnating you. He breathes heavily, looking down at where the two of you are joined together before slowly pulling himself out, slumping down to lay down next to you, pulling you close to embrace you in his arms.

Your heart beats erratically when Jimin puts his arms around you. Bringing you as close as physically possible, as if you together are one. You feel his cum dripping out of you but can't bring yourself to care. Slowly, your eyes fluttered closed, sleep overtaking you.

~~~

You wake up before Jimin does. His arms still securely hold you into place. You glance across the room, noticing the door Jimin in his haste forgot to lock. You carefully unwrap his arms, tiptoeing across the room, and make your way downstairs...

Jimin is fast asleep, groaning quietly when you carefully untangle yourself from his arms. He grabbed a pillow, hugging it as if it was you, continuing to sleep for a little longer.

For the first time since coming, you got the chance to look around a bit in the house Jimin had brought you to. As you imagined, the kitchen was downstairs -big and bright. You strolled over to the fridge, noticing a lack of ingredients for the breakfast you wanted to make for Jimin. So you carefully went up again, put on your clothes, searched for, and found, his wallet and then made your way out the front door.

Jimin woke up when the sun was shining through the window, he sat up with a groan and rubbed his eyes, “Ah I slept in late, babygirl…” He noticed the lack of response, eyes widening as he sees you’re not here, “Y/N?!” He quickly got dressed, seeing the door wide open. He felt his heart drop, did you just lie this entire time? Did you gain his trust just to leave him, and break his heart? He felt angry, seeing you left the front door unlocked, and his wallet was missing. His anger boiled inside of him, growling out as he swung his fist into the wall, causing his knuckles to get bloody and bruised. The thought of you leaving made him feel everything at once. He was determined to bring you back and, sadly, needed to punish you for leaving… Trying to leave. He didn’t know your true intentions, however. But you should’ve known better than to leave unannounced.

The sun was shining when you were on your way back home to Jimin’s place from the local supermarket. You had found everything you wanted, even fresh strawberries! Jimin would be so happy and pleased with you, that's what you thought at least. However, when you entered through the front door, your good mood died instantly. Standing in front of you stood Jimin, fuming with anger, towering over your smaller frame, "J-jimin?" You whimpered.

“Where have you been?!” Was the first thing he growled out as he closed the door was slammed shut, pushing your back against it as he clawed at your shoulders in a tight grip, startling you so that you dropped your bags, ‘’Why did you leave me?!” He started to feel paranoid, for all he knows you would have contacted the cops. He locked the door, eyes piercing down at you and his nostrils flaring with the heavy breaths he was taking.

You didn't understand his reaction. Didn't he see that you were trying to be good for him?, "J-jimin please... you're hurting me." You said feeling his nails dig into your shoulder. With tears falling and fear in your eyes, you mumbled, "I just wanted to make you breakfast..."

Jimin’s lower lip was clamped between his teeth, so hard it almost drew blood. He had issues with his temper, and even if he heard your intentions, he was still.. So angry, “Babygirl, you can’t leave the house without me. Not with the way you look… it will draw unnecessary attention towards us, and they could take you away from me.” He looked at you, his eyes softening at your cries. He pulled you in for a hug, his bloody knuckles staining your clothes, “You promised you’d be my good girl, right?” He was trembling, with both anger and worry, his voice still stern.

His still stern voice didn't ease your fear, even though he also hugged you. When he released his arms around you, the bloody knuckles were made visible to you. You gasped and with care took one of his hands in yours and tried to meet his gaze, "I-I'm sorry Jiminie. I want to be your good girl, I really do. I'm so so sorry." Your voice broke, "I don't want anyone to take me away from you. Promise you won't let anyone take me!" You cried, tears streaming down your cheeks, feeling guilty because he had hurt himself because of you.

His eyes looked sad, as if you broke his heart, “You need to listen to me, my love.” His eyes squinted with frustration, holding your hand in his as he presses kisses against your cheek, “How can I trust you when you sneak out without me?” He kisses down to your neck, before landing a harsh bite that’ll leave a mark, “Now I have to teach you a lesson again...” he sighed, he didn’t want to keep punishing you. But it was necessary, or you would learn that it’s okay to defy him.

You instinctively tried to jump away when Jimin bit your neck, but it was useless. His hold on you was too strong. Of course you wanted his trust, but not his lessons, "Jiminie, please" you sobbed, "I won't do it again, I will behave."

But to no avail. You saw no mercy in Jimin's eyes...

Jimin shook his head, clicking his tongue before letting you go, “Take off your clothes.” He said coldly while he was picking up the bags of groceries, leaving it on the kitchen table as he waited for you to follow his instructions, “And get on your knees.”

It was as if you had two different sides. One part of you wanted to oblige to everything Jimin said, to prove worthy of his love. But then there was also a part of you that felt wronged. You hadn't done anything other than wanting to make Jimin happy, why should you be punished for that? Your thoughts made you hesitate, and therefore you didn't get down on your knees fast enough...

Jimin felt impatient, and his hands roughly pressed on your shoulders to force you down on your knees in front of him, “When I say get on your knees, you get on your knees, babygirl.”

You stumbled down, and felt bruises beginning to take form on your knees from the rough treatment. The part of you that felt wronged grew, so when Jimin took a hold of your face you instantly snatched your head away from him.

Jimin crouched down, once more grabbing your jaw between his fingers, nails digging into your cheeks, “What’s going on with you today?” He stared into your eyes, eyebrows drawn together in frustration, “Since when did you become such a bad girl? Where did my good girl go? The one that obeys me and makes me proud?”

You have no choice but to look Jimin in the eyes, disappointment in you evident. It made you whimper. You didn't really want to, but you knew it would be worse for you if you didn't comply. If this was what you had to do to gain his trust, so be it, "I'll be good daddy." You said while waiting for your punishment.

Jimin smiles, satisfied with your answer, “That’s the girl I love.”

He roughly let go of your jaw, standing up straight in front of you. “Take off my belt, and hand it to me. I’m not helping you.”

You set your gaze on Jimin's growing erection. With unsteady hands you grasp his buckle, feeling Jimin's eyes on you -watching your every move. Since your fingers are shaking it takes a few tries for you to get the buckle open. When you do, you carefully drag the belt out from his jeans and hand it to him. When you meet his eyes again... well, you feel like a prey ready to be devoured.

He tightly grasps the belt in his hand, a wicked smile on his face, “Get up,” he kicks at you with his foot, “Go and put your hands against the wall, and arch your back, show me your pretty little ass.”, He snaps the belt against his palm like a whip, tongue swiping across his teeth. It was time for your punishment.

Your legs wobble a bit when you try to stand up, but you do as Jimin says. Put your shaking hands against the wall and bend down making your ass stand out. And then you wait, whimpering, for what's to come.

“Such a well behaved babygirl for me.”, He cooed as he sauntered over to stand behind you. He doesn’t touch you, simply lets you stand there for a moment, exposed and unknowing of what’s coming and when, “You must be so embarrassed that you dared to disobey, hmm? Tell me how sorry you are.”

You whimper again, really feeling exposed in this position and also vulnerable not being able to see what Jimin is doing. With a stutter you say, "I-I just wanted to make you happy daddy. I'm sorry, I didn't think about how dangerous the outside world is, I'll never go without your permission again daddy. I promise to be obedient." While hoping this will make him ease his punishment for you.

Jimin didn’t care about your apology, he just wanted to hear your high pitched cries, relishing in how embarrassed you were to be exposed to him like this. His cock throbbed in his pants at the view, “Good... now be a good girl and don’t move an inch.”

He knows it’d be hard for you to stand like that for too long, because he wants you to fail, so he could punish you more. He whips the belt once more, this time the leather smacking against your ass, hard, immediately leaving a bruise on your skin.

You scream out loud at the feeling of Jimin’s belt against your skin. Instantly you must focus to keep your legs from giving up, "It hurts daddy" you cry.

Jimins cock throbs once more at the sounds you make, he palms himself through his pants with one hand as the other whips the belt against the plump of your ass once more, “You deserve it, don’t you? Tell me you’ve been a bad girl.”

The marks on your ass were stinging with pain. Your legs start to fail you, and you realize that you won't be able to hold them up much longer, "Daddy, I've been such a bad girl, I'm sorry. I'll always do as you say from now on, I promise!’" You try to turn your head to face Jimin and plead with him.

He loves the way your tears trickle down your cheeks, his smile sparkled with pride. His eyes were dilated with lust for you, and he steps closer, wrapping the belt around your throat with one hand as he smacks your ass with the other, pushing your chest against the wall as he pulls your neck back to lay your head on his shoulder, “I love you babygirl. You’re taking the punishment so well…. Do you want a reward? Hm? How badly do you want it?”

Jimin's belt around your neck makes you gasp for air, so much so that you start to see black spots in the outskirts of your vision. The pain is almost unbearable, but somewhere inside you feel yourself liking the rough treatment. This was Jimin’s way of showing love. After all, he only did this to protect you from your own stupid decisions, "I-I want a reward daddy, please, I'll do anything for you." You try to say while gasping for air.

Jimin had a wolfish grin on his face, letting the belt fall freely still attached to your neck, giving you his full attention with both hands as he snakes his hands around your torso to cup your breasts, playing with your nipples roughly, pinching them as he licks your cheek, ‘’My best girl, you finally earned your reward…’’ His voice was raspy with lust, rutting against your ass with his prominent bulge, making a point out of what exactly this reward was going to be.

You feel the blood rushing, making your cheeks red and you almost feel feverish. It's as if you have no control over your body, and you can't help the moan slipping out when Jimin cups your breasts and licks your cheek. His hard erection makes you wet. Lust takes over and all you can think about is that you want to feel him inside you again, "Jimin, daddy, p-please, I need you."

‘‘Again, baby? You’re so needy, I fucking love it...” He kisses down your neck, his hand travelling down to cup your pussy, his fingers teasing between your soppy folds, ‘‘What do you need, baby? Tell me, and I might give it to you.”

You want to oblige, but the words you think Jimin wants to hear feel so foreign in your mouth. But you try to put that aside and focus on the pleasure you feel from Jimin's fingers,  "I-I want to feel you inside daddy." You moan loudly when his fingers continuously tease you, "It felt so good, so... uh... good daddy, when you came in last night. Please give it to me again. D-don't you want me daddy?"

Jimin nods hurriedly, sweat forming on his forehead as he can’t keep the smile on his lips away, his hands once again travelling from your pussy to remove his pants completely, unbuttoning his shirt so it reveals his glistening torso, letting the shirt hang freely, clinging to his biceps, “Arch your back, love, show me your pretty little pussy.’’

Your dripping pussy is on display, but you're both so emotionally dried out and physically tired that you don't care about the bit of embarrassment you really feel. You turn your head, catching a glimpse of Jimin looking like a predator in his ace. Like last night, Jimin doesn't care to prepare you with his fingers. You feel the tip of his cock nudge your pussy and moan out, "Oh my god, daddy, please I just need you inside me now." You say as you try to push yourself closer to him.

“Hush, babygirl, be patient,” he smiles as he speaks, his wolfish grin never ceasing as he finally gives you want you need with a harsh thrust of his hips, filling you up with his cock in one stroke, “Ah, fuck…you’re so delicious.” He bites his lower lip, keeping his hips still as he enjoys simply feeling your tight warmth embrace his length.

Jimin’s hard thrust makes you gasp for air. You are still sore from last night, but you've come to enjoy the pain, "You feel so good inside me Jiminie, a-aah." Even though he just punished you for not being obedient, you ignore his words about being "patient" as you whimper and try to wiggle your ass to make him move.

His palm lands flat with a smack on your bruised ass when you move, his hands moving back to grasp your hips so roughly that his nails were drawing blood from your skin, pulling his cock out of you, “Are you going to be a bad girl again?” He loved the mutual pining he tortured himself and you with. He wanted to fuck you dumb right fucking now, but making you suffer and whine was one of his favorite guilty pleasures.

It feels as if your legs are giving up. If it weren't for Jimin's painfully digging fingers on your hip holding you up, you'd probably already be on the floor. Your bruised ass and Jimin's cock leaving you makes tears once again form in your eyes, "No, I'm sorry s-sir, I'll be still, be a good girl." You try to steady yourself, face against the wall, waiting, just to prove it, "C-Can I get my reward now?"

“Ahh, good girl,” he cooes, pushing himself back into you, instantly beginning a brutal phase of fucking his fat cock into you, no regards towards how weak your legs must be by now, pushing your chest against the wall and a tight hold on your hips to keep you up. Every thrust causes your body to jolt forward and smack against the wall with a thud.

It feels as if you're going to pass out in any moment, both from pain but also the immense amount of pleasure you feel from Jimin's rough thrusts. You're nearing your edge. Just one small push. Maybe you've learnt your lesson after all, because instead of doing what your body begs you to, rub your clit, you ask for permission, "Sir, please you feel too good, aa-h I'm so close. Oh, sir please make me cum. I want to cum with you inside me." No longer caring about the foul words leaving your mouth.

Jimin pushes himself as close to you as possible, fucking into you in such a way that it was as if he was trying to fuse himself with you, his heavy breath fanning your neck as he kisses it softly, a big contrast to the way he’s fucking into you, “Such a good babygirl asking so nicely,” he keeps kissing below your ear, his low moans so needy, one of his hands snaking down to rub your clit in precise, swift circles, “Cum around my cock, my love, please.”

He wasn’t a begging type of guy, but saying please made his insides stir, making you feel like you were needed, an illusion of you having even a small amount of power over him.

Hearing Jimin beg and his expert hands on your clit is all it takes for you to let go and cum. You can't help but scream when the ecstasy spreads through your body. Your legs are finally giving up, you're like a doll in Jimin's hands. Despite not having any energy left, you still feel the immense need to be good for Jimin. As your pussy is clutching around his cock you say, "Sir, p-please I want to feel you cum inside. Fill me up, o-oh sir, put a baby in me and show everyone who I belong to."

Jimin moans loudly at your words, his hand on your clit moving up to wrap around your throat as his hips piston into you, greedy and needy to chase his own high, your cunt squeezing him so tight that it takes merely minutes for him to reach his peak, hips stuttering as he pushes his cock as deep inside of you as physically possible, filling you up with his cum, “I’m hoping you get pregnant, my babygirl... I’m going to cum inside of you every single day until you’re swollen with my child. Fuck, I love you so much...” he slowly rocks his hips back and forth, his cum forced to dribble out of you from his movements as he whimpers from oversensitivity, guiding your lips to his in a sweet kiss.

With the last bit of energy you have, you meet his lips. Thinking about Jimin’s words and feeling his cum roll down the inside of your legs, you feel quite pleased. The prospect of having Jimin’s child, being bound to him forever, once would have made you terrified but now... makes you feel safe and loved. He would take care of you, both of you if it led to that. When the lust at last fades away, you take more notice of how sticky you are, "Jiminie" You mumble, "Can you help me shower?"

He picks you up in his arms, kissing your face as he walks into the bathroom. He turns on the shower, still holding you in his arms as he hugs you, “Babygirl, you’ve done so well today.”

You thrive at the praise Jimin gives you… When you're both clean, even though you'd much rather go to sleep again, you go to the almost forgotten bag with groceries you bought before. It's still daytime, maybe you'll make lunch with it instead of breakfast? You think to yourself, "Jiminie." You say, turning around to see him standing behind you with watchful eyes, "Oh, uhm, I bought strawberries. Thought I'd make pancakes, well if you'd like?" You smile timidly.

Jimin tilted his head to the side, eyes flickering between you and the grocery bags. A smile pulled on his lips, eyes squinting as he reached out to touch your cheek, very gently this time, “I’d love that. But no sharp tools.’’

You melt under Jimin's gentle touch, "I'll be careful, I promise" you say, a big smile adorning your face. Now determined to make the best pancakes ever, you get right into it. After a short while you hear Jimin leave the room.

Another few minutes pass by when suddenly you hear a serial of hard knocks on the front door, and somebody screaming your name. You recognize that voice as your best friend Jungkook. Immediately you go to the front door, unlock and open it, "Y/N!" Jungkook says, relief evident in his voice, "Oh my god, why haven't you called me?! You've been gone for months! Just leaving without a trace!"

The relief slowly turned into anger, "I almost thought you'd died." Jungkook continues,  "And then Yoongi said he saw you here in the supermarket, so I asked around until I found this house. Y/N, why did you just leave?.. You know what, It doesn't matter, come with me now!"

You're struggling to find your words, when you feel a strong presence behind you...

‘‘Who’s this?” Jimin’s strong frame was standing behind you, his hands landing on your hips to pull you closer to him. His eyes were fixed on Jungkook, he knew exactly who it was, and he remembers he really, really isn’t fond of him.

Jungkook stares at Jimin’s hand on your hip, then looks up and meets Jimin’s eyes, "A better question is, who are you?!" Jungkook says, then looks to you for guidance.

 "U-uhm." You stutter. "K-kookie, this, ehm, is m-my boyfriend, Jimin. Haven't you met, uh, before?"

Jungkook looks skeptically at Jimin, "Oh, now I remember. You're that jerk that followed Y/N around. Boyfriend, you say? Uh-huh, don't think so." Jungkook says before taking a hard grip on your forearm, preparing to drag you away from Jimin.

Jimin’s hand flies faster than you could blink to wrap around Jungkook’s wrist, his nostrils flaring and eyes glaring at where Jungkook’s hand is touching what is his. How dare he touch his babygirl? ‘‘She wants to be here. Let go.”

Jimin's strong, but so is Jungkook. With a massive force and speed Jungkook rips his wrist from the elders grip, takes a hold of you with his other hand and drags you so hard that you stumble right into his chest, "Wants to be here my ass! You're the reason Y/N disappeared! I knew she wouldn't just leave me!" Jungkook screams, with you now tightly secured against his front.

Jimin was getting angrier, and you knew that he had a hard time controlling himself if he got angry enough, ‘“Leaving YOU?! She was never yours to begin with!” Jimin laughs mockingly, eyes blown wide with craze. He takes a step closer, hand reaching out for you, “Tell him babygirl, you want to be here with me, don’t you?”

"Ha! So you mean to tell me that she suddenly left everything, for you, whom she just the days before told me she was scared of!? You're lying, and Y/N is coming with me. And don't be delusional, she was always mine.", Jungkook growls. You try to wiggle your way out of Jungkook’s grip, when you do you catch a glimpse of Jimin’s eyes. The craze swirling in them makes you scared, not so much of him, just for what he could do if he was further provoked. You feel the strong need to comfort him, assure him, of course you're his and with him is where you should be…right?

Jimin took another step forward, his hand reaching out for you, eyes fixated in a tunnel vision for you, but keeping his attention on Jungkook, “She loves me. She loves ME.” His lips were trembling, the thought of losing you and seeing Jungkook touch you was driving him towards madness, “Don’t touch my babygirl...” his voice was calm, but his eyes were growing frantic, about to snap at any second.

You tried to get out of Jungkook’s hold, you really did, but you were still so weak, and his grip was too strong, "Jungkook, please let me go." You beg, knowing Jimin was reaching his limit, "Jungkook, I want to be here! And I do love him.. I love Jimin!"

Jimin felt himself calm down slightly at your words, finally getting close enough to grab your arm to pull you towards himself. Jungkook hesitantly let you slip from his grasp. Jimin hugged you, breathing in your scent as he whispered in your ear, “Please tell him to leave, or I don’t know what I’ll do.”

Your heart is beating fast as you obey, "Jungkook, thank you for looking out for me, but really I'm fine. You can go home now, it's okay!"

Jungkook doesn't trust you, it's clear in his eyes. He looks at Jimin and says, "You're going to pay for what you've done to her."

You feel Jimin start to shake with anger, his body vibrating against yours… Suddenly, you noticed the sound of sirens coming closer and closer...

Jimin freezes at the sound of sirens, his heart pounding, and his grip around you tightening. This couldn’t be happening! “You!” Jimin snarled at Jungkook, “You got the police involved?! Huh?” He laughed as if this was funny, but he was shaking in anger, eyes frantic, “Do you really think they will believe you? She’s gonna tell them the truth! That she loves me!” He looks down at you with quivering eyes, “Right babygirl?”

Your eyes are big with shock, the police are coming?

"I-I love you Jimin." you say but the confusion you feel makes it sound hesitant.

"I saw the bruise on her neck." Jungkook says, ignoring your words, and you automatically move your hand to your neck where the bite mark from the earlier punishment is evident.

"And I'm sure they will find even more marks on her body.. It's okay Y/N, He's not going to hurt you anymore." Jungkook says once again reaching for you, the sirens sounding just outside now.

Jimin flinched at the uncertain tone of your voice, his hands cupping your face, “You do love me. You can’t let them take me…” his voice grew desperate, his anger fuming up again, “Fuck!” He let go of your face to hold you in his arms, moving so that he was shielding you from Jungkook, “Don’t fucking take her away from me again.”, He was saying this out in the air, towards nobody. His body was clinging on to yours, refusing to let go.

You feel as if you're watching the events that happen from a different perspective, not really comprehending what's going on. Jimin’s arms felt like he was going to crush you, that’s how strong his hold was.

Then suddenly, someone tries to drag you away, but Jimin doesn't let go, more policemen come -together trying to separate you and Jimin. After a struggling push and pull, they eventually succeed. You hear Jungkook calling your name from somewhere, but more clearly than anything you hear a furious scream erupting from Jimin’s throat as they take him away from you.

Jimin fights back, the policemen struggling to keep him down, needing three to four men to keep him in control as they pull him towards the police car, cuffing his hands behind his back, “Baby! Say something! Fuck!” His eyes flicker over to Jungkook, crazed as he laughs, “You are gonna regret this! She’s never gonna love you like she loves me! And she will crawl straight back to me as soon as she gets the chance!” Jimin cooes, smiling as he gets shoved into the car. His eyes focus back on you, mouthing ‘I love you’ before the car takes him away. This was the last time you saw Jimin for a long while.

~~~

"Shouldn't you at least eat something?” Jungkook asks, not really expecting an answer. Weeks have passed since they took Jimin away, and you still don't know how to comprehend what had happened. You just feel... empty. Jungkook made you stay at his place, scared of what you'd do if left alone. You go to therapy, ‘stockholm syndrome’, the doctors explained. But that's not what you're thinking about now. In your hands you hold a pregnancy test, showing two lines, "I'm pregnant with Jimin's child." You say out loud.

~

Jimin was staring out the window, he’s been in prison for weeks now. They forced him to be evaluated, endless therapist sessions and anger management. If he behaved well, he would be released within a few months. Jimin knew this, he was an excellent actor, and a charming face. He played along, becoming the model student of good behavior as he counted down the days before he could finally come back to you. He’s been working out often to keep his mood swings in check, his one of few outlets for his energy. He sighs, combing his fingers through his hair before being called for his next anger management session.

Just a little bit longer.

~

You're on your way home from the latest therapy session. The doctor says that you've made progress. Told you, and made you repeat to yourself, that what Jimin did to you was wrong. He didn't love you; it was just an unhealthy obsession. You've said it so many times now that you almost believe it. As the months have passed, your baby bump has grown to be more and more apparent. You still live with Jungkook. A few weeks ago he proposed to you, promising to be a good father to your child. You said yes, to make him happy, and a ring now adorned your finger. You feel raindrops starting to fall, hurrying home.

Failing to notice the shadow that followed you.

~

Jimin was finally released yesterday, and ever since he got out his main focus was to find you.

And he did. Easily. It was a piece of cake for him.

It was a rainy night when he decided to stalk you throughout the evening. You looked healthier. Fuller. You were gorgeous. His babygirl was beautiful. The rain was starting to pour down, he pulled the hood over his head as he slowly followed you to your new home that he recognized as Jungkook’s. His temper was already running low. But he wasn’t surprised.

The rain had started to pour, so you were dripping when you came in through the front door, "Y/N?" Jungkook shouted from the living room. "Yes, I'm home." You took off your wet coat and shoes, when you heard a gentle knock on the front door. Without hesitation you opened it, and the face that met yours almost made you faint right on the spot...

“Babygirl...” Jimin smiled when you opened the door, the familiar pet name rolling off his lips as he took a step inside, inviting himself. His hair had grown longer, curly locks framing his angelic face, his body firmer from working out. His gaze quickly fell down to your baby bump, his eyes squinting and eyebrows furrowing. He didn’t say anything, as if expecting you to explain yourself.

You can't believe your eyes. The pet name makes you shiver, your legs feel weak and you can barely hold yourself up. How could he be here? The shock makes you stutter, "J-jimin?" Your hands, with the engagement ring visible, automatically go to protect your round belly. But it's as if the months of therapy sessions just disappeared, and your need to please Jimin washed over you as if he never left. You see the question in his eyes and make yourself answer, "I-I'm pregnant." You take a deep breath, "It's yours".

“Mine?” Jimin whispers, almost as if in disbelief. He takes a step forward to you, hand reaching out for your baby bump, “I’m going to be a father…” a smile curled on his lips, he took another step forward to put his hands on yours, lifting up the one with the engagement ring on it, examining it with a growing frown and confusion, “What’s this? You’re married?” Jimin touched you so casually, as if you still belonged to him, and you could see his gaze darkening while he’s waiting for you to respond.

Somewhere there's a voice inside you telling you to get the hell away from Jimin, but you also know that it wouldn't matter. He'd just hold harder onto you. You curse the ring on your finger, trying to come up with some sort of explanation. Your mouth is dry and you struggle to form words, "N-no, it was, uh just, you know... Jungkook, he..." But you don't get any further. You hear someone enter the hallway and see Jimin's pupils widen with anger at the person behind you.

“Jeon Jungkook.” Jimin spat out his words, still holding on to your hand as he lifted it up higher to show off the ring, “You married him? After being the very person who had me taken away from you?!” Jimin stared down at you, his grasp around your hand tightening.

You gasp, his grip on your hand hurting, "No, no no Jiminie." You beg. "I-I’m not married. I promise, I'm not!" Your eyes search for his, pleading for forgiveness.

"She may not be married to me yet, but she will be." Jungkook voices behind you, "Now let go of her. Want me to call the police again?"

Jimins attention is shifted from you to Jungkook, he lifts your hand to his lips to press a soft kiss on it, as if reassuring you that this will be over soon, before letting you go, “Do you really think prison will stop me?” Jimin starts to saunter closer to Jungkook, a smile growing on his face and his eyes widening in a craze, “I’m just gonna keep coming back. Why? Because my babygirl needs me.”

He stops, pressing chest to chest with Jungkook, gaze piercing through him, “She needs her baby daddy. And you couldn’t replace me even if you tried. It’s always gonna be me.”

You don't know what to do. How can you stop Jimin? ... or do you even want to? Jungkook’s hands turn into hard fists. He would not let this crazy man take you, "You really are delusional. I've taken care of her all this time you've been away! She's even said yes to marry me!" Jungkook smirks. "She's got a new daddy now."

Jimin's eye twitched, he hated when people called him delusional, he had full awareness, he knew exactly what he was doing and how he was feeling… it was just much stronger.

He cracked his knuckles as well, his smile faltering into a thin line and a cold expression, “You’re gonna regret having such a big mouth, Jeon.” Jimin didn’t give Jungkook even half a second before he hurled a fist towards his jaw with a loud crack. Jungkook was strong, but Jimin was faster.

The crack Jungkook’s jaw makes as Jimin punches him makes your blood turn into ice. You understand that if you don't do anything now, Jimin might actually kill him. You throw yourself in front of Jungkook, now lying on the floor, get down on your knees and dip your head against Jimin's shoes and the floor, "Please Jimin. Don't." Tears are falling from your eyes as you beg, "I'll go with you again, just let him be.. I'm yours, please!" You say as you continue to sob.

Jimin remains expressionless as he watches you cry by his feet, crouching down to grab your chin, guiding your face to look up at him with your glossy eyes, “Babygirl, I know you’re mine.” he pauses to wipe your tears with his thumb, “you know I don’t let anybody get away without punishment… he deserves it, doesn’t he? He took me away from you for such a long time.”

Jimins hand against your cheek feels oddly comforting, even in this situation. You search for the right words to say. Even though you've never loved Jungkook, you do care about him and you know that Jimin's punishment would break him beyond repair. "I-It was my fault, I'm sorry! If I just would've stayed inside this wouldn't have happened. Punish me, not him, oh please...!"

Jungkook grumbles behind you, "No Y/N, don't. I can take him."

Jimin ignored your pleas, simply giving you a soft, deep kiss that had you gasping. He’s missed your lips, and they tasted even better with an audience. He withdrew to stand back up, circling around you to stand above Jungkook, “You can take me, you say… you know what else you said?” Jimin now crouched down next to Jungkook, grabbing his throat and pulling him up in a sitting position, nails digging into his throat, “That I’m delusional. Hah! Who’s the delusional one here, truly?” He squeezes tighter, “You thought she loved you? Do you see how she crumbled right in front of my feet as soon as I called her babygirl? You’re nothing to her... I’m EVERYTHING.”

"It's just because she's scared. She doesn't know what she's saying." Jungkook dismisses, but not feeling as confident anymore. The blow Jimin gave him before and the tight grip Jimin now has around his throat, slowly making him lose consciousness.

Jimin lets go of his throat, not wanting him unconscious just yet. He pulls Jungkook by the collar of his shirt to stand up, and roughly drags him to a chair. He reached in his back pocket for a rope he’d brought with him and tied him tightly to it, giving his cheek a mocking pat, “I’ll show you just how much she loves me.” Jimin smiled wickedly, waving his hand to beckon you to come to him as he takes a few steps back.

“Babygirl.”

Your legs are too weak to stand, so when Jimin beckons you start to crawl to him on your knees. Suddenly a memory flash by from months before

‘And she will crawl straight back to me as soon as she gets the chance!’

Jimin was right, he's always right. On all four you crawl slowly, your heavy stomach weighing you down. You reach Jimin's feet, sit up on your knees, hands in your lap, head slowly lifting to meet his eyes. And then you wait.

“What a good girl,” Jimin cooed approvingly, his hand stroking the top of your head as he positions himself so that Jungkook has a clear view from the side, your obedient eyes staring up at him waiting for instructions. Jimin glances over at Jungkook with a wolfish grin, “Babygirl,” he says without even looking down at you, keeping his eyes in Jungkook, “Daddy wants his cock sucked.”

You feel Jungkook’s hard stare on you as you get on with Jimin's order. As always in the presence of Jimin your hands shake, but you do manage to open his buckle and zipper. He's already hard when you pull out his cock from his jeans, making a tentative squeeze.

"Y/N." Jungkook groans, weak from the rough treatment. "Don't do what he tells you. He's sick, just run when you can. I'll come for you and the baby."

“My baby.” Jimin growls as his eyes travel back down to you, “She’s always gonna belong to me, and so will our child.” His fingers grasp your hair, tugging you closer to his cock, “I’m her everything, isn’t that right?”

You spare Jungkook a careful glance, before you look up to Jimin and nod, "I-I belong only to you s-sir."

Jungkook’s hands turn into fists but he's too weak to do anything other than watch… Jimin’s hands hold you into place while you grab his cock with both hands, guiding the tip to your mouth, still looking Jimin straight in the eyes.

‘‘Beautiful, baby.” Jimin smiles, his expression filled with affection, he almost looked harmless, ‘‘Show him how well you can choke on my cock… I bet you never took Jungkook as well as you did me.’‘

He assumed the two of you had an intimate relationship during his absence, the thought of it infuriating, but it only fuels his fire to give Jungkook the nastiest show he’s ever gonna witness.

You give Jimin’s length one tentative lick, tasting the precum in your mouth. Jimin takes a harder grip on your head and pushes you closer, demonstrating once again that he doesn't want it gentle. So you spit on his cock, spreading it with your hands. Then you open your mouth as wide as you can, and take in as much of him as possible, ignoring that it's triggering your gag-reflex and makes tears stream down your face.

Jimin’s lips fell open with a breathy moan, his hips taking over slowly as he starts to fuck into your mouth, a hard grasp tugging at your hair, ‘’Look,’’ Jimin glares at Jungkook with a crazed smile, ‘’Look how fucking desperate she is to please me…fuuck, she feels so good…’’

Jungkook doesn't want to see this, but can't make himself look away. Your eyes glistening with tears, Jimin's cock disappearing down your throat, lewd slurping sounds leaving your mouth.

No, Jungkook thinks to himself, you never were this desperate for him.

Jimin finally saw Jungkook’s eyes focused on you, seeing the pain in his eyes, slowly breaking his spirit. It turned Jimin on even more, continuously fucking his cock down your throat for a few more thrusts before pulling your head back, your needy whines of protest fill the room at the loss of his length in your mouth, ‘’My love, get undressed for me….’’

The lingering taste of Jimin in your mouth makes your arousal grow. Your breath is quick. Tears and saliva cover your face, but you don't care. You gather your strength to stand up. Both Jimin and Jungkook follow your movements without blinking even once. You start off with your jumper and bra, then your jeans and underwear in one sweep, throwing them on the floor, embarrassment making your cheeks even more red. Hands once again going to your pregnant belly.

‘‘Gorgeous,” Jimin praises you as his hands reach to remove your hands from your belly, giving himself access to place his palms on your swollen stomach, ‘‘I made this.’‘

He smiled, crouching down to softly place loving kisses against your bump. A temporary moment of affection, something he knows to do, the manipulation of your emotions, making himself seem so harmless. And in a twisted way, he was. He’d never hurt you more than he had to, ‘‘I put this inside of you.”

You gasp when Jimin crouches down before you. Seeing Jimin being so lovingly makes tears form in your eyes, for a whole other reason than before. He does love you, you're sure of it, everyone else is wrong.

Jimin smirked, placing one last kiss against your swollen bump before standing up, circling behind you to turn you so that you’re facing Jungkook, still standing. His hands snake around you to palm your breasts, ‘’Even your tits have grown, babygirl,’’ He kisses at your neck, thumbs rubbing over your nipples. He wanted you so desperate, so wet and needy until your legs were unable to keep you up, traumatizing the man in front of them for life.

You can't bring yourself to care about Jungkook anymore. Jimin's right, it was Jungkook’s fault that you were taken away from him. Jungkook almost made your baby grow up without their father. What were you thinking, accepting his marriage proposal?

You place your head on Jimin's shoulder, moaning at the feeling of his arms around you, fingers touching every corner of your body, "Ahh, d-daddy, please, I've missed you for so, ugh, so long."

‘‘It’s been a while, my love,’‘ Jimin growls into your ear, giving you a long wet lick with a flattened tongue, a common move of his against your neck to claim you, keeping one hand playing with your breast as the other moves down to cup your cunt.

You move your neck to the side, giving Jimin even more room to do as he please, wanting to be marked by him even more. His expert fingers are just teasing you, not nearly enough to make you orgasm. You feel Jimin's erection touching your lower back. "P-please, don't tease me. I need to feel you a-again. Haven't you missed me? Aa-h, wasn't it lonely in prison without me?" You say, hoping to make him as desperate as you are. Hearing the almost forgotten Jungkook groan at your words.

“Oh, I missed your little pretty pussy so much babygirl, you have no idea how many times I fucked my hand, wishing it was this,” he slid a finger inside of you, pumping it in and out as he groaned at the wet noises made, “But don’t be greedy, love… I’m taking my time with you tonight... and...” Jimin stares at Jungkook, “He seems to rather enjoy the show by now.”

Jungkook couldn't help the groan that slipped out. It was just so sinfully arousing watching you, his childhood love, naked, sweaty and driven by lust, dirty sounds he never heard from you before now leaving your mouth. But it also made his heart break, because after all, he wasn't the one making you feel this way.

“Look him in the eye, babygirl…” Jimins fingers dig deeper, curling them to fuck his fingers against your sweet spot, “He fucking loves it, and he said I’m the one with issues… I wonder how badly he wants to fuck you right now.”

You struggle to open your eyes, the feeling of Jimin's fingers against your sweet spot making it hard for you to focus on anything other than the lust you feel. Afraid that your legs will give up, you hold on to Jimin’s arms to try and steady yourself, nails digging into his skin. That's when your eyes finally meet Jungkook’s, tied hands holding on to the chair so hard it might break. You moan loader.

Jimin keeps pumping his fingers into you until your pussy is dripping down his fingers and the floor, his own breath getting heavier with need as he ruts his cock against your ass, “Your pussy is gripping my fingers so tight babygirl, are you gonna cum? Hmm? Cum on my fingers and I promise I’ll fuck you so good with my cock.”

As if your body is as in tune with Jimin's commands as your head are, that is all it takes for you to cum, gripping Jimin's fingers even tighter. Your nails make a mark on Jimin's arms as you scream in ecstasy, not caring about anyone hearing. You fall down as your knees fold themselves, lying sweaty and fucked out on the floor.

Jimin lets you drop to the floor with a thud, heavy breathing and moans vibrating in his throat as he examines the bloody scratches on his arms, watching it drip down his arm, “Ah, babygirl has claws…”

He dropped to his knees, forcefully positioning you on all fours while facing Jungkook as he puts you ass up against his crotch, aligning his cock with your soppy entrance, “Tell me how much you missed my fat cock, Y/N.”

Jimin's manhandling of your body and foul words makes something stir in you again, even though you are so incredibly exhausted. But of course, what he wants, you want to give him. Your throat is sore both from Jimin fucking it rough earlier and from all the screams you've made, and therefore your voice is hoarse when you whimper, "Pl-lease, oh sir, I will always behave for you, just let me feel your cock inside." 

Jimin wastes no time, driving his hips forward to fill you up with his length, “I’ve missed this pussy so much,” he groans, his hands gripping at your waist, a familiar feeling that brings back memories to you from the very day he fucked you dumb in his kitchen before he was taken away, “When was the last time Jeon got to fuck my babygirl, huh? He looks awfully needy for you.”

You moan, feeling Jimin so deep inside you. Even though he prepared you with his fingers, you feel a slight sting when he enters. Seeing Jungkook turning his face away in shame you answer,

"O-hh, I-I didn't let him, no, he was n-never inside. Only you d-daddy, only you!"

You'd kissed Jungkook of course, touched each other intimately sometime. But you always ended it. Even though therapy made you say, and for some time think, otherwise, deep down you always knew that you were Jimin's.

“You didn’t even fuck her!” Jimin laughed mockingly, his hips roughly snapping against you, the skin of his pelvis smacking against your ass and your body bouncing with every thrust, “Hear that? The sweet sound of her pussy getting filled with my fat cock, she’s squeezing me so hard.” He’s taunting deliberately, loving the suffering and confused arousal he’s putting Jungkook through. He loved putting on a show.

Even though Jungkook now looks away from the sight of you, there's no way for him to escape the sounds coming from you and Jimin. He curses himself for not being able to control his arousal. But how could he? He'd imagined you naked like this for so long, thinking you'd come to him one day when you were ready. Oh, how wrong he was.

 "S-sir." You whimper. "I'm coming again, ohh my god please."

“Cum on my cock, my love, you’re doing so well,” Jimin praises you, savagely fucking you as he groans out his words, “’m gonna c-cum, gonna fill your pretty little pussy up... fuck, it’s been so long, I missed you so much.”

He no longer cared about Jungkook’s presence, focusing on the way your cunt squeezed around him like a vice grip, sweat dripping down his neck, “I can’t wait to make you pregnant again when you’ve given birth to our child, Y/N”

"Aaah, y-yes sir, p-please!" You moan. Your arms can't hold you up any longer, so you fall face down on the floor. Jimin keeps holding your ass up, pumping you so hard you almost feel as if you're going to break. And oh how you love it. For the second time tonight you feel ecstasy flow through your body, clamping down on Jimin's cock so hard it's almost hard for him to move, "Cum with me d-daddy, ah give it to me, please!" You beg.

Jimin has a bruising grip on your hips, his own mercilessly fucking into you, causing your entire body to jolt forward with every thrust, “Your pussy is squeezing me so tight,” he breathes out until he can no longer speak, a long drawn out moan echoing in the room as he cums, still moving his hips to ensure that you’ve taken every single drop of his cum.

There's a moment's feel of completeness as you sense Jimin coloring your insides white. Finally, you're back together again, "Mmh, never leave me again..." You mumble quietly. As your heartbeat begins to slow and it gets easier to breath, you look up, meeting Jungkook’s eyes once again. You see a tear in the corner of his eyes, and now when you're not clouded by lust you can't help the feel of shame that spreads through your body. Did he really deserve this?

“I’ll never leave, babygirl. Never.” Jimin cooes, slipping his cock out of you and pulling his pants back up again. He sits down on the floor, grabbing you to pull you close into his arms in an embrace, still naked and a mess. His hands gently smooth over your swollen stomach, his voice now smooth like honey, “I love you.” At this moment, it was unclear whether he was talking to you or the baby.

You must break your eye contact with Jungkook as Jimin embraces you, your face against his chest. When Jimin puts his hand on your baby pump, you put yours there too. It could have been a beautiful family picture, if you didn't consider the fact that you were a fucked-out mess, Jimin newly released from prison and then Jungkook bound up on the side, "Jiminie, w-what will we do now? What if the police come again?" You whisper and throw a nervous glance at Jungkook, "And what about Jungkook?"

Jimin grasped your chin and guided your lips to his in a soft kiss, “Trust me, babygirl. I’ll take care of everything.”

He glanced over at Jungkook, he won’t be saying a thing to the cops, because he won’t be around to.. No one was gonna ruin what he had with you.

You grasp your thrown away jumper and underwear, and put them on, not caring about them getting soiled. The cold stare Jimin gives Jungkook makes you worried, "Jimin." You say slowly, "What exactly are you planning to do?"

Even though deep down you probably already know the answer.

Jimin doesn’t look at you when he speaks, “Don’t worry about that, my love.” He takes slow steps towards Jungkook before crouching down to eye level with him, “He won’t bother us again. Now go ahead and draw us a bath meanwhile, hm?”

Your heartbeat quickens, and you hesitate. If you leave now, you're leaving Jungkook to his destiny, you know that. You look down on your baby bump. But then again, you need Jimin to be with you and your child. Your baby needs their father. And of course Jimin knows what's best, you conclude, "Y-yes, of course." You say as you lower your gaze, turn around and start to go to the bathroom, Jungkook’s hoarse voice calling out for you fading.

Jimin glanced over his shoulder until you were out of sight before staring down at Jungkook, untying him from the chair. Jungkook didn’t dare to move, his body weak and tired, and fear growing within him. Jimin pushes him off the chair so that he falls to the floor with a loud thud that could be heard all the way upstairs, “You will never come between us again.” Jimin mused to himself out loud as he straddled Jungkook’s chest, hands gently wrapping around his throat.

You try to ignore the sounds coming from downstairs by turning on the water to the bathtub, "It's okay." You mumble, stroking your stomach, "Your father will come soon, and he will always be with us from now on. We will be fine." But you can't stop a few teardrops escaping, falling down your cheeks.

Jimin squeezes Jungkook’s throat hard, “It’ll be over soon.” He whispered, gritting his teeth when Jungkook was clawing at his hands in the struggle for air, gasping and kicking loudly against the floor.

Jimin keeps his eyes focused on Jungkook’s, watching intently until the body below him slowly ceases to struggle, until the room is completely dead silent.

Jimin no longer had anything or anyone to stop him from having you. He got rid of the body eventually, before joining you upstairs for a bath, giving you a soft kiss on your head.

“Let me wash your hair, my love.”

~~~

A few years later…

The morning sun is shining bright through the windows of the living room, tiny dust floating in the air. It's quiet, the way it only is this early in the morning when it's just you awake,

"Mommy?" A small child’s voice behind you.

"Oh, hello my darling!" You say as you turn around. You take your son in your arms and lift him up, placing him on your hip. You shouldn't really be holding him, already having back problems from carrying your second child in your belly. Jimin wouldn't be happy if he saw, but you just can't help yourself, "You already awake Taemin? Should we go wake up daddy too?"

Your son nods excitedly, his smile a copy of his father's. You go to yours and Jimin's shared bedroom, the room he once prepared just for you, and place Taemin on the bed where Jimin lies.

"Daddy. Wake up!" Your son says, shaking his father. With sleep in his eyes, Jimin blinks, watching his son and then you. Love adorning his eyes. You may have had a shaky start, but you don't regret anything. You are exactly where you should, and always will, be. Right by Jimin's side.

Jimin stretched, a wide smile beaming on his entire face as he lifted up his son, carrying him in the air before hugging him tightly, eyes quickly traveling to you, “Good morning, babygirl.. Come here.” His eyes squinted as he smiled, feeling so happy that he finally had the life he wanted.

He had you, the love of his life, and a family that loved him more than anything.

He was needed, loved and forever swore to protect you with any means he deemed necessary.

© sombreboy 2020. Do not repost, edit or translate.

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Object of Desire

Demon!Bakugou x Reader (NSFW)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Dub-con, public, barely plot??, swearing, dirty talk, degradation, choking, mentions/use of alcohol, semi public?, oral, unprotected sex

Word count: 2,459

A/N: im soRRY but ya girl is  i n s p i r e d. I started writing this at 5 am and im convinced that is when I get my best writing done, and that's on a fucked up sleep schedule. If you want the same effect I had when I wrote this listen to Leviathan by G-Easy. Art is not mine, if you know the artist let me know pls. 

It was late and you were way to drunk to be walking the streets by yourself. Your friends had begged you to come out with them to go partying, you knew you would come to regret it in the morning. You and your friends slammed drinks after drinks without a care in the world, it was Halloween night after all, what else were a bunch of single ladies suppose to do. So this is how you were now carrying a pair of heels by your side, in a dress that was just a little to short, and a headband with fuzzy black ears now digging into your head because you can’t go out without a costume according to your friends. 

Your feet patter against the rough concrete, the only thing protecting you from the ground is the pantyhose you threw on earlier in some attempt to be modest. The street lights in your neighbor hood shine a dim yellow light across the street, the only other light coming from decorations from houses you pass. No body was out on the street except for the other occasional drunks, seeing as it was some ungodly hour in the morning. 

You would have called a cab if you had any clue what had happened to your phone, you faintly remember your friend taking at the beginning of the night so you couldn’t ditch them. Smart, because you NEVER did stuff like this. You’re considered the “mom” friend of your group. At this point you just wanted to plop down in your bed and forget about tonight.

Suddenly you’re taken out of your thoughts by the sound of foot steps behind you. You end up ignoring it, assuming it’s just another person trying to get home after a long night of partying, like yourself. You keep your pace and decide to take a short cut wanting to get out of your ridiculous “costume”, dipping into an alley you were very familiar with, never realizing how poorly lit it was, seeing as you were never out this late. 

Red eyes, unknown to you, watch your every move. A smirk growing on his face as he enters the alley.

Walking down the road, you suddenly start feeling like you’re being watched so you quickly turn around to calm your nerve. Not seeing anyone behind you, you continue on your walk. You make the turn around the corner and confusion takes over as you face to face with a wall. Did I take a wrong turn? I could have sworn this was the right street.. You shrug your shoulders turning around to exit the dead end when you feel your heart stop. The only light in the alley was the moons glow, but that was all you needed to see those vermilion eyes staring into you. You go to let out a scream but are stopped as a hand covers your mouth.

“Hey, hey, we wouldn’t anyone to hear you and think something is wrong...” The man infront of you pauses, breaking your eye contact to let his eyes roam over you. A smirk takes over his face and you can see sharp canines peek out from his lip. He tilts his head to the side and reaches to your head fixing your ears “...now would we kitten”.

Your eyes dart behind him to see if there was any way someone could see what was happening and come help, but you knew deep down, no one was going to make the same mistake you did and walk into an empty dead end. The man infront takes a step toward you slowly closing the gap.

“So what’s a pretty girl like you doing out here all alone huh? Don’t you know there are bad men out walking the street at this hour.” He voice sending chills down your spine as you do everything in you power to keep your eyes off of him. Looking all around you for something, anything to get you out of that alley. You let out a gasp as you feel a hand make its way into your hair, “I asked you a question, you going to answer me?” His eye brow quirked as he waits. 

“I was heading home from a party my friends invited me to, we all ended up getting really drunk. I was going to call a cab but I think one of my friends took my phone and she went home with some guy, even though she told me the reason she was taking me out was to get laid.” The truth spilling from you mouth without missing a bet. You hadn’t meant to say a that to the stranger but between the alcohol and his enchanting gaze, you couldn’t stop yourself. Your mouth drops open as you slam a hand to your lips, mortified at what you had just said. “I didn’t mean to say that.”

“You meant it though. Here I thought you were a good girl but all you want is some dick, such a dirty little slut.” His head dipping into your neck, licking a wet strip from your collarbone to just under you ear, stopping to nibble on your ear lobe. “I can make you feel so good you just got to say the word and I’ll make it happen.”

Your breath caught in your throat at the mans lewd words. All you could think of was to push him off of you but the growing heat in-between your legs prevented you. You felt as his hands traveled you body lightly, sending all types of chills down your spine and into your core. Quickly, you grab his wrists when they dip under your dress to your outer thighs.

“Oh what do have here, are you going to stop me princess. Go ahead tell me to stop, I dare you to try.” You open your mouth but no words come out. You were frozen between the wall and his gaze. You couldn’t find the words to make him stop. But honestly you didn’t want to. The burning trails his fingertips left as they dug into the sensitive skin on your legs was enough to make shiver in anticipation. “That’s what I had thought, now your going to be a good little girl for me now aren’t you? Going to do everything I tell you too”. 

“But I-I don’t even know your name” you let out as a feeble attempt to get him to stop.

“It’s Katsuki and you can bet it’ll be the only name you remember when I done with you.”

He shakes his hands from your grasp and moves them to inner thigh, nudging your legs apart. Your leg open without you even thinking and a warm jolt gets sent to your core as you feel him rip open your pantyhose. He moves his head from his assault on your neck down your torso until he is met with your lacey underwear now on view. A blush crosses you face as you watch him lick his lips when he sees how wet you are from how little he has done to you.

“You’re soaked and I haven’t even touched you yet. You really are just a dirty little slut aren’t you.” Now on his knees he brings your legs further apart as he brings his face to your heated core. Locking his eyes with yours, he runs a long strip with his tongue against your clothed core. A wine escapes your lips at the action causing your already damp underwear to now be soaked. His teeth catch hold at the top and rips the garment off of you, you gasp as the cold air hits your newly exposed area. His warm breath fans across you as he sticks out his tongue again. You soon realized the situation you were in and how dirty it made you feel.

“I..I never do stuff like this” trying desperately to clear your image. You look down at the blond between your legs and notice two horns that stick out of each side of his head. Your eyes travel down his body taking in his large build and to the large black and red wings that come out form his back. “W-wait are you supposed to be the devil or something?” His eyes light up underneath you and he smirks

“Oh you have no idea” A load moan rips from your mouth as he plunges his tongue past your lips deep into you. You squirm as you feel it travel up inside of you, what the fuck no normal tongue can do this, but you are taken out of your thoughts as it brushes against your soft spongey wall. Just as quickly as the overwhelming sensation had came it left, his tongue retreating out of you as you let out a whine at lose of contact. “Quiet now, you don't want anyone to hear how desperate you are now do you?”

You nodded your head and bit down on your lip as the familiar feeling sends warm surges to your core. His tongue was going to be the death of you. The things you’d sign away to feel like this forever. The way it moved inside of you like no other, pressing against all the right spots perfectly. With how hard you were biting down on your lip you were sure you would draw blood but it was to good for you to handle. If this is just his tongue imagine if...the dirty thought causes you to clench around him. His moan vibrates against your clit at the feeling making you roll back your eyes at the sensation. The warm knot growing bigger as you felt yourself coming closer by this stranger.

“I-I’m so close” You barely manage to get out, not able to think due to the pure pleasure seeping through you. He lets out a groan against you, giving you permission to come undone. And that final vibration was all you needed to release that building pressure in your core. You bit down most of your moan but a small whimper still manages to make its way out. You feel his tongue leave and lick up every drop that may have escaped.

“You taste so good angel, wouldn’t want any of this to go to waste.” He moves to your thigh leaving light kisses that soon turn into harsh attacks, his sharp teeth grazing your skin. Finally he manages to peel himself away and moves back up to your face, just inches away you can see his once bright red eyes darken with lust. “Now I am going to fuck you so hard you wont be able to walk the rest of the way home.” His hand finds its way around you neck lightly giving it a squeeze “But I bet a little slut like you would love that huh?”

You feel your airway constricting, not only from his hand but the words that he said, a throb surging through your already sensitive core. You hear him shuffle and then move his hand from your neck to the back of your thighs, giving them a squeeze making you jump. He lifts you up with that momentum and you instinctively wrap your legs around his hips. A whimper leaves your lips as you feel his head slide against your folds, coating in your slick.

Suddenly he drops you onto him, as he plunges fully into you. You throw your head onto his shoulder, biting at the fabric of his shirt as he stretches you out. You weren’t expecting him to be that big, but he filled you up perfectly. You can feel his smirk against your skin as he lets you adjust to his size. The cold feeling of rough brick against your back as you try to get used to it.

“Pleease… move” you let out, barely louder than a whisper.

“Oh with pleasure” He moves out of you completely, with just his tip at your entrance before slamming back into you. A groan escapes his lips at how tight your walls hug him. “For such a slutty girl you’re so fucking tight kitten” 

His movements speed up sending you into a state of euphoria. His dick hitting your g-spot with every rut. He dips his head into your neck, searching for your sensitive spot. As a moan rips from you mouth he knew he had found it, and starts his attacking, earning all kind of noises from you. 

His speed was starting to pick up even faster and you don’t know how much longer you’ll be able to with stand this. His dick moving in and out of you at an inhuman speed. Sensitive to every move he made, you could feel the way his thick veins rubbed against your walls causing your toes to curl as you felt a burning sensation start to build back up.

“I-I don’t think I c-can last much longer” was all you can say as he slams into you.

“Let everyone know who is making you feel this good, let them know who you belong to now.” He growls against your neck, teeth drawing blood due to his bit.

“You! God, you Katsuki. I’m all yours!” You scream out, pleasure starting to completely take over you, note even caring about your volume. A devilish smirk takes over his face.

“Then cum for me.” His says as he slams deep into you. His words making you come undone for the second time that night. This was so much more intense then the first one, your legs squeezing around him hard as you loose all control. His pace starts to falter as he watches you come apart in front of him causing him to reach his own high. He twitches within you, hot ropes filling you up as he moans at his release.

Your breathing rough as you try to regain your senses. He hold you in place against him and the wall as you catch you breath, as he does the same. Eventually he pulls out of you and lowers you to the ground, your knees wanting to instantly give out but they don’t. You eyes meet his as you realize what has just happened. 

“Am I ever going to see you again?” You feel dumb even asking the question, until you hear him chuckle infront front of you.

“You’ll be seeing lots of me” His gaze drops down and you follow it to your wrist. Gasping as you seeing a binding mark on your wrist with a red glow to it. You quickly look and lock eyes with him, the same red glow meeting you. He lowers his head back to your ear once again as his next words send chills down your spine.

“You’re mine now.”

[hoodoo12]

Even The Best Intentions

Dewey Finn appreciation is still happening, of course! This one touches on something that is rare in fanfiction: safe sex. I fell back on the old adage, “write what you want to read”, because safe sex just isn’t found in fanworks regularly. 

NSFW, Dewey Finn/f!reader. Smut, mentions of oral sex, PIV sex, safe sex practices . . . then angst

Enjoy!

@turtlepated @thewolfisapartofmysoul @go-commander-kim @strange-n-unbluusual

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Sometimes accidents happen.

Sometimes accidents happen, and it’s not noticed in the heat of passion.

It was a night, like so many others, in which Dewey brought you to orgasm on his mouth until you were fatigued. But he still hadn’t gotten off, despite rutting into the mattress while he was between your legs, and when you came out of it enough to realize he was very slowly stroking himself, you grinned through your panting breaths and grabbed his wrist. 

“Come on, Dewey, I’d love to help you with that!”

You hiked yourself up on an elbow and kissed his chest, just over his heart, then tipped your head to look him directly in the eye.

“What would you like?  Behind me?  You want to just lay back and have me do all the work?  I know you like it when I’m on top of you,” you said suggestively, licking your lower lip because you knew he couldn’t help watch the movement.

Dewey’s teeth flashed with his characteristic smile and he slid down the bed enough to be face to face with you.  Entwining his fingers in the hair at the back of your head, he pulled you closer for a deep kiss.

There were times when kissing and teasing could last a long time.

This was not one of those times.

Even as his hands continued to roam over you, pinching sensitive spots and making you push closer to him, you managed to pull your mouth away from his.

“Tell me. Tell me how you want it,” you demanded throatily.

Dewey chuckled. “Why don’t you tell me how you want it, baby?”

You licked your lips, more in thought than to be provocative this time. When Dewey turned the tables, when he looked directly into your eyes and took a little more control in the bedroom, it made you flush even hotter than typical.

Dewey dropped his voice to a level of indecency.  “Would you like me to go slow? Just easing my cock into you and then dragging my way back out, so slow it’ll make you’ll be sobbing for more? When I was going down on you, tasting you, feeling you twist and squirm, hearing you moan until your voice gave out . . . every time you tipped your hips further into my face I could just imagine my cock so hard in your pussy . . .”

You watched him with rapt attention, your mouth slightly gaped to allow you to pant. Dewey reached forward to cup your breast, rolling your nipple. You gasped in surprise, even though it wasn’t unexpected. 

“Or do you want it fast?” he asked, reaching out to pinch your other nipple as he continued tweaking the first. You gasped again and involuntarily arched your back.  “I could fuck you fast and dirty.  Not soft and sweet and aching, just hard and rough—“

Your breath came even faster and you interrupted him.  “Hard and rough. Dewey—oh god, fuck me hard!”

With a chuckle of a growl Dewey immediately flipped you underneath him, then paused as you stretched to reach the condom you’d already strategically placed at the head of the bed. A few frustrating moments later you passed it to him, unopened. He didn’t waste time: using his teeth he tore the package open and spit the bit of foil he’d gotten in his mouth over the side of the bed. 

He rolled the rubber over himself, hurrying due to the desperate sounds coming out of your throat, and positioned himself between your legs.  Without a seconds’ hesitation, he drove himself into you as you’d asked: hard and rough.

His cry as he did so rivaled yours. This was the most sublime fuck; you were sopping wet from the multiple orgasms wrung out of you, but although he had used two to three fingers in you, you were tight. Your pussy clenched around his cock in incredible friction, and even though the condom dulled a little of the sensation, Dewey knew he wasn’t going to last long.

Marathon sex was for another session. Dewey complied with your request, fucking you fast. Your fingernails dug into his waist and ass as you worked to get a grip on him to encourage him to bury himself deeper. 

He felt you tilt your pelvis just as you had with his face between your thighs and felt you spasm underneath him as you called his name, and knew you’d climaxed again.

That was enough to send him to his own orgasm. The building pressure accumulated in a burst of release; Dewey suddenly couldn’t catch his breath and gave a wheezy moan as he came. You continued to rock your hips to milk the pleasure from him. He shuddered and rested on top of you to find his breath again.

By the time he was with it enough to move, you were murmuring and kissing the side of his head tenderly. Dewey didn’t consciously ignore your talk; after an intense orgasm sometimes his ears rang and it took a few seconds for it to stop.

He eased off and out of you. You groaned as he did so, and he flashed you a quick grin.

“Hope that wasn’t too short, baby,” he said, going back on his heels between your lower legs.

You groaned again in agreement.

Dewey grinned to himself at the sight of the splayed, sated woman before him, his fingers finding the bottom edge of the condom to begin pulling it off.  He glanced down as he worked and his smile disappeared as he blanched—

The condom was torn.

Not just a little tear—as if that would make a difference!—but a whole goddamn rip over the top down the side.

Rolling nausea filled him.

⁂

In a haze he finished taking off the soiled—useless!—condom. You had your eyes closed, and hadn’t noticed anything was amiss, although you held out a tissue without looking at him, showcasing your preparation again.

Dewey took the offered tissue without saying a word, and cleaned himself up.  His mouth was dry and he wracked his brain to try and figure out what to say or do.

He was clean. He thought. He wracked his brain to try and remember the last time he was actually tested for anything, but in his mounting panic, he couldn’t remember. Not that he’d had a thousand partners or anything, as if that meant something! 

You’d had never explicitly asked about his STD status. He’d never asked about yours! It was just a given that condoms were produced and he wore one. That’s just the way it was. The end.

It dawned on him in another sickening wave that he didn’t know if you were on some other type of birth control. Maybe you weren’t able to get pregnant? Oh god, he’d been so stupid. How could he have been so stupid?! He had never thought to ask and was under the assumption that the condoms were enough. 

Dewey groaned internally.

He could not tell you. That surely was an option, but that was a hell of a lie to keep proper maintenance on. Somewhere along the line he’d slip it up—if not by you being pregnant then subconsciously by his own guilt.  

That meant the only other option was to kick himself into gear and man up.

He gulped and cleared his throat.

“Uh . . . h-hey, uh . . .” As it tended to do when he was nervous, his voice cracked. 

Coming down from a blissful drift, you finally opened your eyes halfway and held your hand out to him, to pull him back up to you.  “Come on, Dew, get up here!”

“Uhmm . . .” He wanted to take your hand, but couldn’t.  His odd behavior finally registered with you and you turned your attention to him fully.  “I, uh.  I have to tell you . . .”

A concerned expression wrinkled your forehead. “What is it, Dewey?”

For a second, Dewey lost his voice. He rubbed his hand over his mouth and then through his hair—

“Seriously, Dewey!  What is it?” you demanded in a less bewildered voice and one that was closer to panic. You’d become familiar with your boyfriend’s unconscious tells of anxiety, and the combination of mouth covering and stress grooming set you on edge. “Dewey!”

“I’m sorry, baby—I’m sorry.  I need to tell you . . . that the-the condom broke.”

Even though he’d wrapped it up, he held the worthless piece of rubber out in his hand.  He couldn’t seem to open his eyes. Dewey imagined a hole opening in the mattress and him falling through. In the silence that followed, he wished it would actually happen.

The mattress shifted around him, making him work to not topple over.  He felt longer hair brush over his arm and shoulder and knew you were beside him.  You plucked the wadded tissue and condom from his hand, kissed the corner of his mouth, got off the bed. He heard you leave the room.

Then he didn’t know what to do. He felt an inch tall. He should go with you, right? He should talk to you and talk about it and and and and--

Before he could slow the ugly swirl of thoughts and unglue himself from the mattress, you came back into the room.

“Dewey?”

Your voice didn’t sound angry, but Dewey didn’t know what to expect. He opened his eyes slowly. You were watching him in concern, your eyes serious under pursed eyebrows.

He swallowed and found his voice. “I’m sorry, baby.”

You shook his head.  “Did you do it on purpose?”

“W-what?” Dewey sputtered, horrified.  “Of course I didn’t do it on purpose!”

You stopped shaking your head. The lines on your face relaxed and a very faint, reassuring smile lifted the corners of your mouth. “Then it was an accident.  I’m not gonna say, ‘nothing to worry about’, but I will say it’s okay.”

Dewey ran his fingers through his hair again.

“It’s okay, Dew.  I promise.”

He chanced a look into the your eyes again.  

“How can it be okay?” he asked miserably.

You shrugged.  “I took care of some of it, just now. There was always the possibility of getting pregnant—“ 

At the word Dewey sucked in his breath; you sank back onto the bed and slipped an arm around his waist in comfort. 

“—but the likelihood is pretty slim,” you continued quietly. “So we’ll deal with whatever comes, yeah?”

Dewey swallowed again.  “You’re seriously this calm about the whole thing?”

“It was an accident.  It’s a little scary, sure.  But there’s not much to do about it now, right?”

With duress, he nodded slowly.  

“We’ll just have to roll with it, okay?”

He had a hard time believing that—any pregnancy scare he’d ever heard a friend go through with their girlfriend was a stressful, tear-filled, screaming experience—but you were right. There was nothing to do but wait and find out.

You pulled him back down onto the mattress, tugged the bed linens back over you both, and made him the little spoon, cuddling him, telling him it’d be okay, kissing his shoulder and the nape of his neck. You told him that you’d keep track of things, but you didn’t really think it was going to be a problem. 

It was still a hard to wrap his head around, despite your reassurances, and the rock of guilt and worry that settled in Dewey’s stomach made it hard for him to fall asleep.

fin.

[dylshoney]

sweetheart

request: hi i literally adore your work! can you please do something where shawn and the reader are friends with benefits but she lies about sleeping with someone else and he gets mad and its like rough smut? maybe a little fluff at the end idk do your magic lol

a/n: thank you for this idea, im really happy with how it turned out

warnings: language, heavy smut, oral (female receiving), orgasm denial, sex toys, bounding, rough?

You knew getting involved with him would end up biting you in the ass.

 Even when it just began and you were trying to convince yourself that you wouldn’t fall for him, there was always a subconscious part of you that knew your heart was too weak to resist him.

 You regretted letting him kiss you that one night, three months ago. You were both so drunk, too drunk to realize that your actions would end up causing so much pain. You remember the way he made you feel that night, his hands on your body, mouth exploring every inch of you. You remember the way he said your name, the way his hips ground into you, the way he came apart looking like a god.

 You watched him, it was hard not to. He was wearing a loosely fitted dress shirt, the top couple buttons unfastened and showing a delicious bit of skin. His hair was effortlessly messy, just how you liked it.

 His eyes seemed to glow, wide and bright – but they weren’t trained on you. No. They were focused on the giggling blonde that hadn’t left his side all night. You sat idly and watched her twirl her hair, as she leaned into him, her lips dangerously close to his neck.

 You wanted to hate her so bad, but how could you?

 It wasn’t her fault that Shawn had chosen her over you. You rolled your eyes as you brought your glass up to your lips, downing the rest of it and placing it on the counter as you finally tore your eyes away from him.

You regretted ever saying yes to attend his stupid party.

 You took a deep breath, taking out your phone as you rushed to the front door. You had almost made it, until a large hand wrapped around your elbow, spinning you back.

 “Where are you going?” Shawn.

 You rolled your eyes, your gaze still locked on your phone, where you were trying to order an uber, “Jack’s house.”

 “W- what?” His eyes were wide, face flushed, “Who the fuck is Jack?”

 “This guy I’ve been casually seeing.”

 His sharp intake of breath startled you as he pulled your phone from your grasp.

 “Hey!”

 He ignored you, “Y – you’ve been seeing other people?”

 “Yeah,” you shrugged, even though it was a complete lie. Jack had asked you out multiple times in the past, and you had always turned him down, for Shawn. But now, now there was literally nothing stopping you.

 “Oh.”

 “Haven’t you?” You crossed your arms.

 “No.” His voice was soft.

 “What about the blonde girl?”

 “She’s – No one.”

 “Didn’t look like no one,” you rolled your eyes.

 “Well, she is,” his voice was sterner as he stepped closer to you, “Why won’t you believe me?”

 “Because you guys were practically fucking on the couch!” You hissed, quickly looking around to make sure no one was paying attention to your exchange.

 He was still for a moment, until a small smile spread over his face, “No need to be jealous, sweetheart.”

 You huffed, rolling your eyes again and turning away from him – your hand gripping the door handle.

 Shawn’s hand latched onto your elbow again, spinning you back into him, his darkened eyes trained down on you, “You’re still going?”

 You nodded, biting your lip as you avoided his gaze.

 “Why?”

 You resisted the urge to scream as you looked up into his clueless eyes, “Because Shawn! You’ve been ignoring me all night. And I’m tired and I just really need to be fucked and – ”

 “Come upstairs with me,” his voice was lower than you’d heard in a while, sending a shiver down your spine.

 “I’m not doing this with your house filled with people.”

 He licked his lower lips, as his arm wrapped around your waist, “Did it sound like I was asking?”

 You swallowed, hating the puddle that had formed between your legs, from just that single sentence. But you had too much pride, “Who says I even want to fuck you? How do you know Jack’s not better at it than you are?”

 He was silent for a moment before the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

 You didn’t have the chance to blink before he had turned away from you and faced his crowd of guests, “Sorry everyone! Parties’ over! Please find your way out.”

 Your mouth fell open as you watched everyone stare at him in shock, but he had already turned to face you with a devilish smile.

 He didn’t hesitate to grab your waist, pulling you up and hauling you over his shoulder.

 “Shawn!” You squealed, “What the hell are you doing?”

 He ignored you, continuing to walk through the hallway, ignoring the confused looks from a few guests that passed you.

 “Shawn...” you mumbled again, hating the excitement that bumbled through you as he slammed the door of his room loudly.

 He threw you down onto the bed. His dark frame coming over you as he watched you with hooded eyes.

 “Everyone’s probably pissed,” you mumbled, your gaze flickering from his eyes to his lips.

 “Don’t care,” he smirked, leaning down to you, “They’re all business anyway.”

 You wanted to respond, but your words got lost against his lips, his warm mouth coming down to capture yours.

 You moaned into him, your hands immediately locking behind his neck and gripping the curls at the base.

 He groaned, his hands wrapping around your arms and bringing them down as he pulled away from you.

 Your eyes opened immediately, confusion running through you, “Wh – ”

 “You really think I’m going to let you touch me after the way you behaved sweetheart?” He tutted, lightly kissing your hands as he separated from your body and walked over to his dresser.

 You watched in anticipation as he pulled out a black tie, your eyes widening, you didn’t even know he owned one.

 He was back to you in seconds, his hands gripping yours and bringing them over your head.

 “What are you doing?” you mumbled, as he began to fasten your wrists to his bedpost.

 “Punishing you.”

 Your body trembled at his words, a rush of arousal spreading through you.

 “Don’t look so excited baby,” he hummed; tightening the grip on your hands as he made sure it was perfect.

 You licked your lips as he looked back down at you, “Why?”

 “Because you’re not supposed to enjoy this,” his hand trailed over your cheek as his eyes dilated, “You’ve been very bad, talking about other men.”

 You hummed, relishing in the way his touch felt on your skin, “I didn’t mean to – to make you mad…”

 You bit your lip innocently as his hand cupped your chin, lightly squeezing your cheeks together, “You didn’t think I would get mad at the thought of someone else fucking you?”

 An accidental moan flew out of you, you loved when he swore. The words sounded too crude and dirty coming from his pretty mouth.

 “Didn’t think you’d care,” you tilted your head, trying to see how far you could rile him up, angry Shawn was the best in bed, “We’re not exclusive.”

 He practically growled, his grip on your jaw tightening, “I don’t like sharing.”

 Your eyes practically rolled back as he pressed his lips to yours again, his hands traveling down to grip your hips as he pushed himself against you.

 The kiss was rougher than you were used to. More urgent and hasty, your teeth knocking against each other as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You shivered as his large digits slipped under your shirt, traveling up your stomach.

 You whined as you craved touching him, the fastens preventing you from doing so.

 Shawn’s chest rumbled against you as he took two handfuls of fabric from your top, and pulled, practically ripping your shirt in half – exposing your lace- covered chest.

 “Shawn!” You gasped, but he ignored you, not letting you separate your lips.

 His hands were quick to unclasp your strapless bra, throwing it off the bed in mere seconds. You trembled as his hands traveled over your chest, taking your boobs into his large hands and massaging lightly.

 You threw your head back as he began kissing down your jaw, your neck, your collarbone.

 He took a nipple into his mouth, his tongue traveling over the sensitive skin as your back arched off the bed. Your wrists were beginning to burn as you pulled further and further from the bedposts – trying to get as close to him as possible.

 “Shawn …” you said again, feeling him smirk against you as he continued his assault, licking and sucking until your tits were sore.

 “Please.” You wanted him lower. You wanted him to see how much he affected you, how much your body craved his.

 “Nu-uh sweetheart,” he shook his head as a mischievous smile formed, “No talking unless it’s my name.”

 Your eyes widened at his request but you nodded nonetheless, eager to see what he had planned next.

 His fingers wrapped around your hips, taking your skirt and pulling it down your legs, your bum lifting slightly as you helped him remove it.

 Your panties were the next to go, the cold room chilling your core as Shawn opened your legs, exposing your wetness to him.

 “Oh baby,” he moaned and soon he was lost in you.

 He started off slow, kisses traveling up and down your thighs as he gripped them to ensure you couldn’t close them.

 He knew how much you hated teasing, wanting to make this as painful for you as possible. You had to bit your lip to keep the frustration in.

 “Shawn!” You squeaked, as his flushed lips finally touched your sensitive bud. He kissed it a few times, before settling down, sucking on it lightly.

 Your eyes fluttered shut, pleasure coursing through you.

 A sharp slap hit your inner thigh, your shocked gaze settling on the smirking man between your legs.

 “Eyes open sweetheart,” he demanded, “Want you to see who’s making you feel good.”

 You whined as his words, your wrists hurting again as you ached to touch him.

 He was back to teasing, not about to forgive you for your slip up. He ran his tongue over your slit, your legs twitching as he held them down tighter. He brought a hand up, his fingers separating your folds.

 “Such as pretty pussy,” he mumbled, leaning closer to kiss it again.

 But that wasn’t what you needed, “Fingers, please.”

 You felt him grumble against you as he slapped your thigh again, “What did I say, baby?”

 You didn’t get a chance to reply – his warm body separating from you again as he leaned over to the nightstand. You felt excitement rush through you, you knew what he was reaching to get.

 You smiled as he pulled out the small pink orb, the device he had bought you as a joke a few weeks ago.

 “You’ve been so naughty,” he tutted, coming back to you, situating himself between your thighs again, “What happened to my sweet girl?”

 You wanted to respond, wanted to tell him you were still his. Always his. But he had flipped the switch on the orb, pressing it to your bud, the vibrations spreading through you, making you unable to respond.

 “I think I haven’t punished you enough,” he smirked, winking at you as you tried to calm your breathing, still struggling against the restraints on your wrists.

 He bit his lip as he slowly pushed a finger into you, making you hiss as the pleasure increased.

 “I don’t think you deserve to cum yet,” he hummed, making your eyes widen as you moaned, “Shawn …”

 He shook his head, “I think three times should be enough.”

 You shook your head, your legs shaking as he added another finger, beginning to pump faster. You knew he meant to edge you three times, before finally letting you release. You wanted to cry, your mind hazy as you felt yourself near your high.

 You clenched around his fingers, ready to explode – when it stopped. You whined as he removed the orb and his fingers, bringing his digits up and slipping them into his mouth, sucking softly, “So fucking sweet.”

 You threw your head back, your chest rising as you sighed, trying to contain the anger pulsing through you.

 “Don’t be mad, sweetheart,” he bent over you, his hands coming up to lift your chin back up to him, forcing you to look at his teasing eyes, “You did this to yourself.”

 You pouted, not wanting to say anything in fear of upsetting him further. You weren’t usually an obedient person, but there was something about Shawn that made you submit to him, let him ravish you whole.

 He kissed you softly. His tongue traveled around you, exploring you until your head was spinning. You almost hated the effect he had over you.

 His fingers found your folds again as you moaned into his mouth. He slipped his digits back inside you as he began to pump, his other arm wrapping around your waist to bring you flush against his chest.

 “This pussy is mine. No one else’s.”

 You moaned as he continued, “Only I can touch you like this. Only I can fuck you until the only thing you know is my name, understand?”

 Your mind was so hazy from the pleasure that you could only nod, your body trembling as he quickened his pace.

 “I said do you understand, sweetheart?”

 “Y – yes,” you squeaked out, “I understand.”

 “Say it,” he growled, his grip on your waist tightening.

 “This pussy is yours. Only yours.”

 “Damn right.”

 His lips were back on yours, another heated kiss overtaking you as you melted into him. He had you wrapped around his finger and he knew it.

 You could feel the familiar sensation spread through you as you pulled tighter against his tie, wanting to wrap your fingers in his curls as you came.

 Shawn could sense that you were close, his fingers never slowing as he brought you closer to your release. You moaned his name loudly, your legs beginning to shake again as you pulled on the fabric around your wrists.

 Shawn’s thumb was on your clit, trying to rub it as his fingers continued their assault. You screamed, the edge so close and suddenly your hands snapped free. The tie ripping as your wrists broke from the restraints.

 Your eyes widened as his movements suddenly halted.

 “I’m sorry,” you whispered as his narrowed eyes fell on you.

 “No, you’re not.”

 You bit your lip, knowing that he was right. But you couldn’t help but wonder if he wanted this to happen. He could have tied it tighter if he wanted.

 “I’m not,” you nodded in agreement.

 He gripped your hips, flipping your body until you were face down on the bed. You squealed as he slapped your ass, lifting you so you were on your hands and knees before him.

 He bent over your body, his chest pressing into your back as he leaned toward your ear, “Then I’m going to have to fuck you until you are.”

 You shivered at his words, your teeth digging into your bottom lip as you waited in anticipation.

 His movements were agonizingly slow, his chest separating from you as he straightened up behind you. You could hear him unzip his pants, the bustle behind you indicating that he had stripped as well. You wanted to turn around, wanted to see him in his naked glory. Wanted to touch him, but you knew he wouldn’t allow it, so you waited patiently.

 Everything was still for a moment, until you felt it.

 Your head fell back as you felt his cock sliding through your folds, teasing you slowly.

 “Shawnnn..” You whimpered, shaking your ass slightly as you heard him hiss behind you, grabbing your hips to steady you.

 “You need to learn some patience, baby.”

 You flinched as he slapped your ass, your body igniting as the slight pain spread through you. You wanted him. You wanted him bad.

 “Please fuck me,” you couldn’t stop yourself from begging, needing him inside you, “Please Shawn – need you. Need your thick cock.”

 You could feel his length twitch against your ass as you smirked, knowing how much he loved it when you spoke like this, “No one else can fuck me like you. Need you to come inside me. Please Sha – ”

 He didn’t let you finish, his cock slipping into you, filling you to the brim as you both released loud moans. He stayed still for a moment, his fingers digging into your hips as he slowly slid out – before slamming inside again.

 He set an agonizing pace, your head spinning as you tried to control your breathing.

 He slowly began to move faster, his balls slapping against your ass as he rammed into you – the satisfying sound making you groan.

 He slapped your ass again as your eyes shut, a single tear escaping from the overwhelming sensation.

 You fell onto your elbows as you stuck your butt out, unable to stabilize yourself with the immense pleasure.

 “Who’s making you feel this good?” He grunted as he began moving faster, his cock ramming into you at an ungodly speed.

 “Y – you are.”

 “Say my name.” He took a handful of your ass, kneading it in his grip, “Say it.”

 “Shawn!” You shouted, your voice hoarse from all the sounds you were making.

 He seemed to pick up the pace, one of his hands wrapping around to your front, latching to your sensitive bud as he quickly massaged it.

 “Shawn!” You repeated, your legs trembling as you felt yourself reach your climax.

 “That’s right, sweetheart,” his voice was tight, “Let the neighbors hear who’s fucking you this good.”

 You were a stuttering mess, unintelligible sounds leaving your lips.

 “You close baby?” He groaned, his fingers moving faster.

 You nodded, your head spinning as you felt his dick twitch inside you. You silently prayed he would let you come, your toes curling as you almost reached that point.

 “Come on then, baby,” his pace was relentless, never slowing, “Cum with me.”

 You fell apart at his words, your legs shaking as you screamed.

 The tightness of your cunt triggered his release, his cock squirting into you as he filled you with his seed.

 You were a panting mess as you both fell onto the sheets, your sweaty bodies entangled, his dick still inside you.

 You both lay still for a few moments until he separated from you, his cock sliding out, his juices dripping out of you.

 You whined at the feeling, suddenly feeling empty.

 He grabbed the towel he kept at his bedside, for moments like this, and slipped it between your legs, cleaning you out slowly.

 You hummed, your eyes closed as you relished in his gentle movements.

 He threw the towel into the hamper once he was done, his arms wrapping around your waist to turn you into him. You opened your eyes, smiling lazily – loving the flush on his face after he came.

 “I love the way you look after I’ve fucked you,” he whispered, leaning forward to press a small kiss to your forehead.

 You tensed up at this, he was never this caring after sex.

 “Y/n?” He mumbled after a few seconds, your eyes flashing back up to his. His confident persona from seconds ago had seemingly vanished, “Are you really seeing other people?”

 You bit your lip, your gaze traveling to his chest as you refused to meet his eyes, “No.”

 You felt his arms tighten around you as he released a breath, “Why did you lie?”

 You lightly traced his bicep as you tried to figure out the right way to phrase your words. Were you really about to tell him and ruin everything?

 “I – I don’t know.”

 “Yes, you do.”

 You exhaled, your mind racing a million miles a minute, “You were right. I was jealous.”

 You could feel him tense against you, “W – why?”

 You shrugged, “Because I’m an idiot.”

 “You’re not an idiot.”

 “Yes I am,” there was no turning back now, “I didn’t listen to you. I – I,” you inhaled, trying to collect your thoughts, “I tried so hard to listen. To accept that we were just doing this for fun. No feelings, you said. I – I fucked that up.”

 He was silent for a second, his voice shaky as he spoke, “You have feelings for me?”

 Yes, dumbass. You wanted to scream. You’re the epitome of perfection and if you can’t see how utterly in love with you I am then you need help.

 You nodded instead, your eyes getting watery as you wished you were anywhere else.

 “Please look at me, y/n.”

 You shook your head, biting your lip as you attempted to compose yourself.

 “Please, sweetheart.”

 Your heart clenched at the pet name. This was probably the last time you were to hear it.

 You obeyed, however, your gaze flickering up to yours, meeting his smiling face. Why was he smiling?

 “I said no feeling because I didn’t think there was any chance in hell that someone as perfect as you would ever want anything more than sex with me,” he exhaled a shaky breath, “I thought you would only ever see me as a brainless musician. A good fuck. I did it to protect myself.”

 “I soon realized how impossible that rule would become. I – I’m sorry for earlier and Tracy and not telling you sooner.”

 Your heart was pounding in your chest as you processed his words, your eyes wide and questioning as he nodded with a smile, “I have feelings for you too. Have for a while – probably since the beginning.”

 “Why – ” you swallowed, “Why didn’t you – ”

 He chuckled lightly, “I’m an idiot.”

 You rolled your eyes lightly, relishing in the look on his face as he watched you, “You’re not an idiot.”

 You giggled lightly as his expression, his lips capturing yours, effectively silencing you.

 You moaned into the kiss. It was slower than you were used to. So gentle, soft, like you were both exploring new territory.

 He pulled away after a few seconds, his forehead resting against yours as he gazed down at you softly, “Does this make me your idiot?”

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[vesuviannights]

Do you think you can do 28 with a ftm mc? (Like female genitalia, top surgery done, he/him pronouns) with dom julian ;w; it's okay if no but you're my favorite writer so i figured I'd ask you

!!!!! Hello!! Hello!! Hello!!

Dom Julian came out to play and it was an experience. 

Anon, I hope this is everything you were after, and thank you so much for trusting me and my writing enough to ask for it (also sorry it took so long).

Julian/You. FTM trans reader (he/him pronouns used). Lemon.

Julian enjoys teasing you mercilessly while other people are in the room. When you finally manage to slip free from his grasp to try and take care of yourself, he finds you and decides to reward his good boy with his long fingers and wicked little tongue.

Featuring: oral, multiple orgasms, semi-public in the beginning, dominant Julian, submissive reader

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Julian had been teasing you all through dinner, his filthiest work to date with his fingers massaging the inside of your thigh, or taking your own and placing them over his cock (which he had subtly removed from his slacks and was bare and hot and hard in his lap) to massage and pleasure him while you blushed.

What had finally undone you, though, were his words curling around your ear in hot little breaths, telling you with an innocent and easy smile about how he wanted to slam you down onto the table and fuck you from behind, make you scream into the table cloth while forcing you to keep eye contact with whoever was opposite you at the time. You had lasted through that ‘person opposite’ being three courtiers and both Nadia and Asra before you had stumbled to your feet and excused yourself from the room.

Your mind was too addled with lust to bother checking if he was following as you stumbled up through the hallways of the palace to your guest room—you doubted he would, it had been a dinner in his honour after all—and when you had finally reached that room, you had slammed the door shut but hadn’t locked it, too busy tearing your clothes open (not even off) enough so that you could finally slide your fingers down between your legs and whine and keen at the relief it gave you.

And that’s where you were. Rocking pathetically into your hand while fucking yourself with your fingers, trying to rub your clit and emulate the feel of Julian’s cock doing exactly what he had promised to do downstairs, fucking yourself in any hole you could reach with your shaking fingers, dripping with your saliva and arousal.

And you were so close, head thrown back against the mattress, the decorative pillows and sheets strewn around you, flat chest heaving as you keened and whined and moaned and so close, so close, so close—

“Someone so cute shouldn’t ever have to touch themselves, my debauched little kitten.”

You freeze, two fingers in your aching hole, the other two pulling at your hair, trying to emulate the exact way he loved to pull it when he made you bounce on his cock. You blink, a little of your haze clearing, before settling your gaze on Julian’s lean form.

He is draped against the doorframe, a single eyebrow cocked as he tilts his head to look you over. He takes it all in, his hooded gaze on your quivering bottom lip, your hands between your legs, the sight of your fingers frozen in the act of trying to fuck away the depraved thoughts he had so knowingly locked away inside of your mind.

“Then again,” he adds, words slowed. “They shouldn’t be touching themselves, unless they were given permission.”

You flush instantly, removing your hands and shifting up the bed as he approaches, closing your legs to try and uselessly hide your obvious arousal.

He chuckles quietly under his breath. “You’ve been a very naughty boy, haven’t you?”

You shake your head, a glint in your gaze as Julian curls a hand around the bed post and tilts his head at you.

“Oh no, you definitely have. Show me your fingers.”

You do, and of course they are wet, positively sopping from your arousal, from where you’ve been gathering saliva trying to suckle on them just the way he liked you to.

He tuts and with a shake of his head, drops forward and begins to crawl up your body with a purr.

“Now what am I going to do with you?” He asks, almost croons, as though trying to both scold and tempt you. As he moves, his nose trails slowly up your quivering body, finding every exposed patch of skin until he reaches your face, nipping at the flushed tip of your own. “My naughty, defiant little kitten who can’t even listen to an order I give him?”

You feel the words on the tip of your tongue. You know what you want, exactly how he could punish you, but if you want it, he will not give it. But he sees it in your eyes, knows exactly what you want, and apparently, he is in a softer mood.

With another quiet tut and a not-at-all-subtle smirk, he pushes his hair off his face to expose his red eye and sits back on his feet. His fingertips trail down the inside of your legs, all the way to your ankles, which he suddenly snatches at, yanking you toward him so that you fall flat on the mattress with a light oof.

“Be a good boy and keep your eyes on me,” he instructs you quietly.

You nod, barely catching a desperate little whine as it builds in the back of your throat, and he begins.

He works methodically and with an unsettling amount of patience as he kisses up your body, starting with your ankle, your calf, the inside of your knee. He scrapes his teeth along the sensitive skin there and then immediately soothes it with the hot swell of his tongue, leaving similar marks as he moves further up the inside of your thighs.

The spaces between his kisses and marks get smaller and smaller as he approaches the part of your legs, until it feels like he has made no progress and come no closer at all, and it is everything inside of you not to sob in frustration, not to become a pathetic mess at how close you had been before he had found you, and just how much he is torturing you now that he had.

But when he finally presses a kiss to the crook of your thigh, right beside your aching hole, your body rips itself from your control. Your hips twitch and push up toward him, and you keen, the noise high-pitched and desperate as your knuckles pale where they are bunched up in the sheets.

Julian chuckles into your sweat-damp skin at the response, everything about the sound telling you he was enjoying every moment of your torture, before finally placing his lips between your legs.

He begins by kitten licking your swollen clit, giving you the attention you had been begging for but nowhere near enough, making you tremble worse than he had downstairs when he had been teasing you with filthy words about fucking both your holes and making you scream with pleasure.

“Lift your shirt,” he tells you, his voice a deep, husky rumble from the depths of his chest. “Show me that glorious chest of yours.”

You scramble to obey, shifting and yanking your shirt up, the cool night air making your nipples stiff.

And you already know what he is asking for, how he wants you to worship yourself, and so as he continues to kitten lick and tease your clit and every sensitive inch of you, your fingertips trail up your stomach. The barely-there touch makes your muscles contract and shiver, your thighs twitching and tightening a little around Julian’s head.

“Go on, kitten,” he murmurs to you.

And then your fingertips are brushing lightly over your scars, tracing the faint pink lines back and forth a his hooded gaze lifts to watch. Trapped in his gaze, you begin to circle your nipples, and you release a soft moan of appreciation as he begins suckling on your clit in reward.

“Good boy, such a good boy—” He murmurs, pulling away to slip a finger into your aching hole. “Are you very close to coming?”

You nod reverently, throwing your head back when he adds a second finger and returns his lips to your clit, suckling hard. His message is clear, and you are never one to disobey your master, unless it is means to an end you were too impatient to wait for.

Within moments, you are keening and pushing and grinding your hips up into Julian’s mouth, down into his fingers, trying to seek more sensation, whispering reverent little prayers under your breath of yes yes yes thank you sir thank you sir.

And it’s the last ones that earn your true reward, that keep him suckling and stretching you until you keen and come a second time immediately after, black spots popping in your vision from the force of it. Your hips grind and push up into his mouth, thighs locked tight around his head, keeping him on you until the last waves fade out from your body in small twitches and gasps, and you are completely spent.

You flop back into the bed, your breathing hard and jaw slack as Julian kisses up your body, leaving wet marks wherever he goes, taking extra time to trace his tongue along your scars–he’s always worshipped them so–and around your nipples until he reaches your mouth.

You barely get a chance to glance his face—covered in the mess of your arousal—before he kisses you, makes you taste yourself with soft sighs and sweeps of his tongue, his fingers dancing along the inside of your thigh as though already tempted to tease and make you scream once more.

“I’m so proud of you,” Julian murmurs against your mouth. “I thought for sure you would have given our little game away when I told you I was going to fuck you in front of—”

You laugh quietly, cutting him off. “Mmmm, you give me far too little credit. I’m a good boy.”

“Indeed you are, and it’s a lesson I have learned and will not be repeating. Are you still sensitive?”

You shake your head, and watch as a wicked grin splits Julian’s face. He gently rocks his hips into your thigh, and you become aware of his stiff length straining against his trousers as he sighs and groans into your neck.

“Good,” he purrs. “Because now that we’re both here, I have no plans on stopping until both of us are sobbing.”

And then, with a quick bite to your shoulder, he unbuckles his belt to truly begin your night.

[c-atm]

Dere

Ok..Venom?"

"Marvel Venom..or Guilty Gear Venom?"

Steven looked at Connie quizzically, arching an eyebrow. He pursed his lips self-deliberation.

"Guilty."

"Yandere...Completely.  He tried to kill Milia over Zato's dead body."

"Pssh! That's not how it went and you know it."

Connie wagged her finger while clicking her tongue. "Subtext Mister. Subtext...You don't believe it was just because Milia killed him now…"

"Venom didn’t try to kill Milia for Zato when he was alive. Doesn't sound yandere-ish to me, just complete and utter loyalty to Zato”

“Uh-huh, live in your denial Bisky...We all know the truth. All you need to do is play his story mode and read the ‘Night of Knives’ LN.”

It was another peaceful day in era-3. Within Steven’s home, Connie(Heart Berry) and Steven(Mister) were laying face up on his bed, enjoying the lazy sunday afternoon. Hands intertwined as they played a little game, where they named a character from any type of media and decided what type of 'Derek's they were. It was stupid, senseless, humorfilled fun and they enjoyed it so much.

Steven shrugged with a smug smirk. “I don’t agree but, since i’m such a nice guy, I’ll let you have that.”

“In other words you have no retort..” Connie shrugged with a smug chuckle. “But I'll take the W.” She pursed her lips in thought  as she tried to come up with a character. “Wizemen.”

“From underneath the overpass?”

“Yuppers.”

Steven kissed his teeth before smirking. “Total tsun, you know this..We agreed on this when we reread the series. Especially with prophet Kyle...He was always one line away from the classic ‘baka’ line.”

Connie wavered her hand as she sucked in a breath. “I concur, but he did threaten lady Aqulia with live embalming more than once. That's more of the yandere side of the die.”

“But Aqulia was a damn psycho to begin with..She’s the yandere. He was just protective.”

“Oh yeah, no doubt. She actually made good on some of her threats.”

“Yeah, she’s completely nutso.”

Connie looked at Steven, his tone of voice was not mocking but almost appreciative. She raised an eyebrow.and hummed suspiciously, catching Steven attention. He arched his left eyebrow, seeing that impish glint in her black eyes.

“What’s up Heart Berry? You look like you’re scheming something.”

“I’m curious Mister,” She let out a playfully accusatory chuckle while poking his cheek. ”Name your top three fictional crushes.”

Steven's eyes widen at the sudden command. “What? Why?”

Connie kissed her teeth and rolled her eyes as she layed on her side. Her hand now teasing his chin whiskers. “Just trying to find something out. Now come on, out with it. What fictional person did you have the hots for?”

Steven  narrowed his eyes before pointing at her. “ No judgement?”

“No, painful judgements..I still withhold my right to give opinions.”

Steven rubbed his chin before giving Conie forehead a kiss, making her smile just a bit. “Deal.”

Connie bounced her shoulder up and down waiting anxiously.

Steven shook his head before he listed the first three names to hit his mind.

“Rena Ryuga, Yuno gasai, Anna..”

Connie looked at him wide eyed before falling into gigge. “OH my stars..You have a yandere fetish!”

“You said no judgement!”

[[MORE]]

“I’m not ..PFFT!... I’m not.hahaha.”  Connie took a deep breath trying to calm down..before breaking out again in laughter again. ”It’s so off-base Bisky! I can’t see the connect here...I thought you were more of a ‘dere-dere' fan with how schmaltzy you are.”

Steven kissed his teeth before smirking.  He lifted his left index finger up and pursed his lips. “Look, I love all ‘dere’ types, ok..I don’t discriminate.”

Connie side-eyed at her Mister retort, Her lips held in tight accusations. “Off the top of that curly dome of yours came three yandere names..One of them being queen yandere herself. So don’t spit any lies about you being indiscrimative, when you obviously have a type.”

Seven chuckled as he shook his head. “No, no, not gonna admit to that.”

“It’s ok..You like crazy female characters, everyone has their types.” She reassured with an impish grin, her hands up in surrender, before placing her hands on top of her head. “But really...Yanderes? Where did this fetish come from?!” Connie laughed, still trying to keep her mirth low.

“Ok. First it’s not a fetish...It’s a preference and not even in my top three.” Steven corrected

“It’s a fetish, Bisky.” Connie retorted with a smirk.

“Second, Have you seen the people I grew up with...The people I was raised by, the women in my family. With the exception of Amethyst and Peridot, each and everyone of them have yandere-like tendencies. I was conditioned.”

Connie snorted at his playful puppy eyed look, tapping him in the chest giving him a jesterly captious look.

“Yeah sure, blame the gems for your type.”

“It’s true!.” Steven offered. “Think about it. Ruby and Sapphire are so crazy about each other, they decided to literally exist as one person to the end of time. Pearl did everything and anything out of love from my mother. Not to mentioned the whole ‘fight a fucking war’ in her name thing."

Connie arched her eyebrow in incredulity. "You believe Garnet is the perfect example of eternal love."

Steven smacked his chest, smirking at his Heart Berry ."And I'm not denying that...I'm saying Ruby and Sapphire would shatter for one another and could be obsessive when it comes to the other...Obsessive to the point of not being able to operate. Do I need to tell you about the baseball game again?"

Connie squinted her eyes and squeezed her lips tight letting out a small growl, before nodding in resignation.  "Ok...You got that."

"Thank you...Do I need to explain Pearl?"

Connie let use a dry chuckle holding her hand up ."No need. I will take your word…"

"Again, thank you."

"Though it does bring up a question?"

"Which is?"

Connie sighed hands on her cheek. "Do I have yandere tendencies? Am I also a reason for your yandere fetish?"

She watched as Steven's face went blank and doe-eyed, before he snickered, chuckled and belly laugh. The sight of her Mister happiness made her heart warm and fueled her with pride, as it always did.

She pouted playfully, with her arms crossed. "Hey, it's a legitimate question."

Steven only laughed harder before sitting her across his hips. His hands on her own as he looked up at her. Still snickering, this time at her cute pout.

"I don't think you have yandere tendencies, though some of the things you’ve done are crazy..."

"Hey!"

He laughed as she slapped his stomach with a smile.

"Come on, tell me I'm wrong.  Back talking the diamonds, taking on monsters, leaping from Lion to try to stab blue and again to belly flop on my snout just to give me a kiss…Actually now that I think about it.. You've got them. The aspects of yandere that I find attractive.”

Connie grinned in jest crossing her arms across her stomach. "Oh and what are those? the violent outburst, the obsessive behavior. "

“I mean, you are a little firecracker.” 

Connie pointed at his smug smirking face, waving her index finger with a small blaze in her eye. “Boy, watch it or i’ll show you how yandere i can really be.”

“Promise?”  

A teasing grin enveloped the woman's face. “You’re pushing it.”  She shook her head, her nose flared a bit as she exhaled in jovial impatience.” So..Those aspects?”

He arched his eyebrow and he rubbed his chin. "Thoooose aspects."

"Yes! Speak or I'm taking your tongue."

"Then silence works in my favor."

Connie smirked impishly. "You would think so, but you don't know the reward for your compliance. Besides never said it would be with my own."

"Is there any other way?" 

"I could always hold it between my thumb and index." She pressed the digits tips together a couple of times in demonstration.

"We both know you'd prefer an oral operation. So, Nehh! Ack!"

Connie watched with mild amusement at Steven's surprised squawk as she snatched and held his tongue with her left thumb and Index.

"Aspects."

"Well, I can't verily tell you with my tongue captive now, can I?" His words were muffled but still comprehensible. He wiggled his tongue after she released it, going through dramatic  and exaggerated jaw exercises.

Connie kissed her teeth but  couldn't help the smile on her face. "Oh come on! I didn't even hold it for a minute, Steven."

"My tongue is very sensitive, thank you." Steven retorted as he continued his antics.

"Big baby."

"Oh, ouch. My pride."

 The two playfully and giggly sneered at each other, before Steven reached up to stroke her cheek.

“You’re sweet, protective, caring, dependable.”

Connie nodded as she slowly snuggled into his palm.“That’s the ‘Dere’ side.” 

“Focus, cunning, calculative, dangerous,”

She gave him a playfully ‘dark’ grin. “That’s the ‘Yan’, I suppose, hehe.I”

“Seductive, amorous, bewitching.”

Connie pressed the tip of his nose with her index finger, before trailing it down to his lips, hovering it a millimeter a way. “See now, you’re trying to butter me up.” She gave him a chuckle before kissing his palm and giving him a half-lidded smile. “Continue though.”

Steven chortled at the gentle instruction. “You’re quite unpredictable at times,and quite commanding....Actually, you might be more Kamidere/ Mayadere mix.”

“Ok, You know...I’ll accept the Mayadere classification. That’s fine but, Kamidere? I’m not that brash and you’re just being a punk.” Connie retorted as she flipped his bottom lips a few times. 

“EY!  Kahanni Maheswaren, ‘Story of the lord of the universe’. Your name is the perfect title for a Kamidere manga. Really couldn’t blame you if you did have a bit of a complex.” 

“Kiss your lord finger. Show the proper respect.”

Steven scoffed a laugh at the faux haughtiness of Connie's statement, the waving of her finger above his lips, and her cheshire smirk. 

“Such a teasing lord I follow.” With a husky breath he complied thrice, getting a blushing giggle from her. 

“Maybe, but I'm also very rewarding towards my most dutiful subjects.”

Steven arched an eyebrow before giving her hand another kiss “Really now, my little Teasedere.” 

“Teasedere now, huh? First, I’m a yandere, then a kami/mayadere mix...Now i’m a teasedere.” She leaned down a bit closer. “Are you just listing off your ‘preferences’ now?”

“You wanted to know them and I only said you were a teasedere.”

“You stated I had aspects of the others.”

Steven shrugged. “They’re your sub-categories.”

“Sub-categories, he says!” Connie laughed at his smug jesterly look. “You are on top of your game today. Hitting me with zinger after zinger.” She nodded her head, clapping her hands together. “I respect that, Mister.” She chuckled again before sighing. “Making me sound like I'm a multi-class RPG character or something. Sub-categories..Cute.”

“It is my middle name after all.”

“Your third one right, Cutie-pie? ”

Steven slightly shivered at the seductive tone of his middle name through her lips. 

“So.. What about you? Mr. Universe.” She bit her lip as she traced her index on his  chest. “Where do you fall in the ‘Dere’ spectrum?”

“Come on. I’m so Conndere with sub in deredere and teasedere.”

“Conndere huh? Aren’t you being extra charming today.”

“Well…” Steven pulled her down a bit closer, a certain smile and glint in his eyes “Just being a dutiful follower.”

Connie teasing ran her thumb upon his bottom lip. “Trying to get a reward, Bisky?’

Steven nodded playfully before giving the thumb a kiss. “I think I deserve it.”

Connie gave him a quick peck before sitting back up. “Don’t you tell anyone I did this.”

Steven watched as she took a deep breath trying to ease the embarrassed blush on her face.

Connie closed her eyes, as she held her face in her hands slightly pushing up against her jaw. Both her pinky fingers and her left ring finger on her cheeks. Her right ring and both her middle fingers standing up. Her index fingers resting against her temples gently. She parted her lips slightly as she opened her eyes looking down giving him a lovestruck and slightly faraway look.

“ It’ll be alright Steven. Connie will protect you. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”

Her voice was breathly laced in adoration, inflexibility and a bit of insane obsession. She watched as his face turned red as his breathing became haggard. She smiled gently with eyes still holding the same faraway look as she leaned down to his ear and whispered to him in the same tone.

“Your Heart Berry will always protect her Mister.” She heard him very quickly groan as he breathed through flared nostrils and bit his lip.

 “I’ll love you and only you, forever Bisky.” 

“TEASEDERE OF A MINX!”  

“Uh-oh!”

Connie screamed out a laugh as Steven sat up, rolled over and pinned her under him.

“Was it too muuu-” She was interrupted by him nipping at her collarbone, causing her to  sigh and moan through the laughter as her hands.found his upper back and stroke the back Of his curly haired skull; her knees squeezed against his sides keeping him in place.

“Told  you...Hhmmh! It was a fetish.” 

Her breathless teasing got him to break away from her neck. He rested her head against her and looked at her straight into her eyes before speaking very coolly and  with a trace of authority. 

“Tease me again.”

The unvocalize challenge was heard as loud as a blow horn. 

““Feeeettttii-MMMM~MMM!” Her song of a taunt was cut short as he kissed her heatedly, His tongue twisting with as they held and pressed against each other, making her melt under him.

Needless to say, their game and discussion would be on hold for the time being. 

[hyungwonmyheart]

Pretty in Lace

Group: ATEEZ Pairing: Yeosang / Female Reader Words: 1,562 Tags: shameless smut, panties/fishnets!kink, crossdressing, male receiving oral, vaginal sex, edging, mistress/femdom,  Summary: Yeosang loves everything his Mistress buys him...even panties and fishnet tights. A/N: This all came about because I realized Yeosang was wearing fishnets under his jeans when he dressed as Harley Quinn for Halloween. Well. Then this spiraled out of control. LOL.

You hovered behind Yeosang, peering around him as he stood in front of the full-length mirror. "You look so pretty in lace," you praised, referring to the red pair of women's panties he wore that barely covered all of his privates. "What do you think?"

The pink on the top of his cheeks was incredibly captivating. "I like everything Mistress picks out for me," Yeosang answered, meeting your eyes in the mirror.

You grinned, leaning your head against his arm. "Then you'll love what else I bought you!" You chimed, pecking a kiss on his shoulder before rushing over to your closet. His eyes were glued to you in your own skimpy lingerie as you pulled out a pair of fishnet tights and presented them to him. "Try them on!"

Yeosang's face turned blood red. "Fishnets?" He said in surprise. He'd worn panties many times for you, but never tights.

Your smile faltered. "Do you not like them?" Your bottom lip trembled in a pout.

He put up his hands in defense. "NO! No, it's not that..." He hated saying no to you. He cleared his throat and took them from you. "I'll put them on."

You beamed at him. Propping yourself on the edge of your bed, you watched him happily as he maneuvered the fishnets onto his legs. Once he was done, you felt your heart race. "Oh, you look AMAZING! They make your legs look so long!"

Yeosang took a gander at himself in the mirror once more, and he had to admit you were right. The pleased expression on your face, the fact that he was wearing what he was, he couldn't take it; you could see him getting harder the more he surveyed at himself.

Tilting your head a bit, you took in the sight that was your stunning boyfriend, who was clearly aroused, and a mischievous smile began to dance on your lips. “Come here,” you beckoned.

Obediently turning to approach you, he stopped right in front of the bed. “Yes, Mistress?” He asked, glancing down at you, yet having a hard time quite meeting your eyes.

You reached up and grabbed his chin, forcing him to hold your gaze. “Are you embarrassed?” You were curious to know. In the early days of your relationship, Yeosang had been hesitant at first to try on panties, but now he practically leapt into them when he was with you. You noticed he always got harder with them on, his orgasms were always more intense; he liked wearing them, and you were relieved. You never wanted him to feel too uncomfortable.

Now that he couldn’t look away, he took a deep breath and murmured, “...Maybe.”

You had an inkling. “Why?” You questioned, moving your hand to gently caress his cheek. “You know this is a safe place. I would never mock you about this. Well, more than you like.”

He leaned into your hand. “I know...I just don’t think they look that good on me,” he admitted quietly.

That made you quirk a brow. “Is that so?” Your hand left his face and reached between his legs, cupping his panty-clad bulge. “Then, why are you this hard? I saw the way you were gawking, you’re really feeling yourself in these fishnets.” You squeezed just a bit, only pleased once you heard him suck air through his teeth. He got harder in your grip.

Yeosang’s eyes widened as he held himself steady with a hand on your shoulder. He opened his mouth to defend himself, but you cut him off.

“Lay down on the bed,” you ordered, letting go.

Knowing better than to argue or hesitate, Yeosang immediately climbed onto the bed and laid in the center.

You crawled up, smacking his thigh to make him spread his legs. As you knelt between them, you smiled sweetly down at him. “You know I love you…” You started, though waited for his response.

He nodded quickly and said, “Yes.”

“I love everything about you,” you continued, dragging your nails up along the pattern on his legs. “I love your eyes...and your smile…and your laugh.” Your fingers flittered over his hardness, still trapped inside the tights. “I love how eager you are to please…” Pinching a bit of the black fabric of the fishnets, you ripped it open to leave a gaping hole to expose his red underwear. “I love how much you trust me to take good care of you.” You admired the sight, especially the large stain of precum soaking the silk and lace panties. “And that’s what I’m going to do now, baby boy. I’m going to take such good care of you. I never want you to feel embarrassed about anything with me, okay?”

Yeosang anxiously licked his lips while you lowered yourself between his legs. “Yes, Miss.” he breathed, his body close to trembling in anticipation.

You carefully pulled the panties down to reveal his cock, stiffer than ever, and tugged them just enough to be comfortable without digging into any sensitive areas. “I want you to watch me suck you off while you wear these. Do not take your eyes off of me,” you demanded. Lying on your belly in front of him, you kept eye contact as your tongue dipped into his slit to taste his precum.

His lips parted, his legs spreading wider as he watched you closely. When you wrapped your mouth around him, he almost leaned his head back, but then remembered to keep a steady gaze on you. To see you nestled there, mostly naked, with his fishnet-covered legs, he finally understood why you liked this so much. “Fuck,” he sighed, giving in completely. “So good.”

His words egged you on. You brought him into your throat, one hand at the base of his dick, the other intertwining with the netting on his thigh. You bobbed your head earnestly, keeping him flat against your tongue as you enthusiastically sucked on his cock.

Yeosang was pretty mild-mannered, a real team player, and so genuinely sweet. It was usually you doing the praising, but he really did love the opportunities to let you know how appreciated you were. “Mmn, your mouth is perfect,” he soothed, brushing a hand back through your hair. “As expected from my Mistress…” He waited until you lowered your head to buck his hips a bit up into it.

You gagged on his length, tears coming to your eyes, but you refused to let that stop you. You studied him. The way his eyebrows were knit with pleasure, his flushed cheeks, the adoration in his eyes; god, you fucking loved this guy. Lifting your mouth off of him, you slipped out of your own panties and crept upon his lap, hovering your breasts in his face as you lowered yourself onto his cock.

His mouth dropped, his head hitting the pillow as he tried to keep himself from coming yet. You were so wet and tight, he was in bliss.

“You make me want to make a mess out of you,” you growled, grasping a fistful of his hair to bring him into a heated kiss.

“Please,” he whispered against your lips.

Pulling away with a toothy grin, you kissed down his neck to hungrily bite the flesh above his collarbone. You rode him hard, feeling him grab onto your ass to help fuck up into you. The grip you kept on his hair was relentless.

Yeosang was beginning to curse under his breath, always a sign that he was getting close.

Your bodies moved together, building higher and higher towards climax. You wanted to wait, to desperately fight it off, but you crumbled first. You moaned his name loudly, slamming your hips down upon his as your pulsing body clung to him.

Just as you were spent, Yeosang wrapped his arms around your waist and held you tightly, thrusting up into your overstimulated body. Your whimpers had him chasing release, and when he thought it was finally within his reach, you quickly forced your body away from him, completely lifting off his cock.

He looked at you in bewilderment, his orgasm so close he could taste it. “W-Why--”

“I’ve barely started, baby,” you cooed, wrapping your fingers around his length to slowly, teasingly, jerk him off. “You are far from a mess…”

Yeosang’s head hit the pillow again, this time with aggravation. “Please, I’m right there,” he groaned.

“I know.” You laid beside him, bringing him into a sweet kiss. You smirked against his lips when you pumped your fist faster on his length.

He gasped, his body nearly quaking, and just when he felt it rising once more you stopped your hand again. “Fuuuuck,” he whined.

You giggled, and it made his heart race. “Do you really want to come?”

“Please!” He choked.

“...Alright, just because you said it so nicely.” You started to move your hand again, this time whispering how much you loved him into his ear. “Come for me, baby.” Your voice was sultry, and it sent him over the edge.

Crying out your name, his hips stuttered and spurts of his cum landed onto his thighs, coating the fishnet. He was left breathing hard while trying to regain some composure.

“Yeosang.”

“Hm?”

“You’re such a good boy!”

He broke into a smile. You got what you wanted; he was a mess. “Thank you, Mistress.”

[goodproofingwater]

can you do an imagine w/ j cody where the reader is a shy sweet girl who is also a virgin?:))) love ur writing

J being super cocky with his virgin date.

(please note I am no longer accepting J Cody requests, but you can request anything else here) 

Warnings: Barely any plot, smut and obviously losing virginityWords: 2339

Nerves run through you more than anything you had ever felt as J slipped his credit card back into his wallet, the bill for your fancy dinner paid in full. You had been dating J for a few months now and it was becoming more and more obvious that you couldn’t put off what you both wanted, the thing that he had been unintentionally pushing for from the moment he had let a small groan escape his lips as your body pressed to his on the third date.

It had been a wonderful evening by all accounts, J being the perfect gentleman and even though the waitress had been doing her best to sway his attention he had eyes for no-one but you. You had captivated him in a way most women could only dream of, and you couldn’t tell if that was because you challenged him or because you were holding back on sleeping with him but you were glad either way.

You knew that he thought this was a game that you were playing to keep him interested, knew from the way he held your face and kissed you that he thought you knew how he could please you and you were just teasing yourself and him in turn, but the truth was that you had never been with anyone before.

Short of fumblings at a drive-in theatre and a hand slipped into your panties at a party by your first boyfriend you had done nothing, and it was intimidating to say the least that this man, who you imagined was quite experienced by the way his fingers gripped your waist in a way that made your body brim with goosebumps, could be the one to change that.

As nerve-wracking as that thought was, you desperately wanted him. He made you feel things that no man ever had and you knew in your mind, body, and soul that this was the person that you wanted to be your first.

And so when he drove you home that night and walked you to your doorstep, you made sure to mention that your parents were out before you invited him in for a drink. He hadn’t been able to at dinner because he was driving and it didn’t seem fair that you would without him, and in all honesty you needed the alcohol to calm your nerves.

Half a bottle of wine was done before he was on you, your lips meeting together and his eyebrows raising in surprise as you straddled him for the very first time, your hands holding both sides of his face and he pulled back to rest his head on the back of the couch as he looked up at you.

“Want to go upstairs?” Were the words he muttered, his hands which had moved beneath your sundress during the kiss running along cotton panties that you wished were sexier, “Or are you gonna let me taste this pussy here in your front room?”

Your breath hitched in your throat at his words, the filth never having spilled from his lips before and it turned you on so much that you knew that you wouldn’t be able to back out now.

“Upstairs..” You mumbled, your nerves mounting and you downed the rest of your wine before you led him to your room, not caring that your parents were going to find the half-drunk bottle on the table should they walk in.

You were almost shaking by the time you got to your room, and his arms snaked around you as he kicked the door shut, his lips caressing your neck as his fingers ran over you through your panties and it was when he noticed your breath shaking that he pulled back.

“You alright?” confusion infused his speech, every syllable tripping over the last in its attempt to calm and understand you and you just nod as your breath shakes, “Worried about your par--”

“I’m a virgin,” The words fell from your lips before he had even finished his sentence, his eyebrows raising as a smirk washed over his features.

“You’re a virgin?” He repeats, and you bite your lip and nod, scared to death that he was going to leave or worse, make fun of you. His reaction was entirely unexpected, his hands gripping harder at your waist as he pulled you in and kissed you fiercely, his lips moving down to your neck slowly as he walked you back toward your bed.

“Let's change that shall we?” He grinned, and you were so shocked that he was so cool with it that any thought of how nervous you were dissipated for a moment. He picked you up only to press you down on top of your sheets, his hands moving to push up your skirt almost immediately and you let out a loud moan as he pushed your panties aside.

“So.. have you never had a man touch you before hm?” He speaks against your lips, the look in his eyes so sexy that you can barely handle it.

“My first boyfriend got about as far as you are now but then we got interrupted and--” a long finger slides into you, and you let out a loud whimper, the feeling in your stomach that you had only ever felt when touching yourself immediately blossoming and you wondered if you were even going to get to sleep with him before you came for him.

“And what?” He spoke, his brow furrowing in mock confusion as he willed you to continue, his finger moving slowly in and out of you

“A-and we had to s-sto-OH” another moan left your lips as his thumb pressed down on your clit, rubbing it in soft circles as his finger continued to move in and out of you.

“You had to stop?” He grinned against her lips, “So now man has ever touched you the way I’m touching you right now hm? No man has ever felt how wet you get?”

You shake your head and it seems to egg him on, his lips crashing to yours as his finger begins to move a little faster, his lips moving down your body over your clothes until he reached your breasts, moving to tug at your dress so one could be pulled from your cotton bra. You were nervous so show this much skin of course, but you trusted him, you felt more safe with J than you ever had with anyone.

He slowly began to run his tongue around your nipple, sucking it into his mouth momentarily before he got frustrated with the fabric and moved you back in place.

“I-I can take off the dress..” You spoke between moans and he smirked and shook his head, licking his lips as his finger moved faster, and as he bent it to press down on your spot you let out a loud moan.

“No time for that..” He smirked, and you frowned as he moved his fingers from you to pull down your panties even though the cold air against your wetness felt incredible.

He sat between your legs licking his lips as his eyes took in the sight before him, his mind running over a million different scenarios and finally deciding to put his own pleasure aside in the hope that you would reciprocate.

“God, such a pretty pussy…” He smirked, licking his lips as he bent down and pushed your dress up. Slowly he kissed long your thighs, biting softly every now and again to punctuate your moans with a new pitch and when he got to his destination he was practically salivating at how wet you were for him, at the thought of you being so pure and innocent and his to corrupt.

“I want you to watch me..” He spoke, blowing softly against your clit and smirking at the reaction, his hand going up to run his thumb along your bottom lip, “Keep your eyes on me and you don't cum until I say so alright?”

His tone was so demanding that you couldn’t help but obey, and he licked his lips with a devlish grin before placing the softest of kisses on the sensitive bud of nerves. The reaction he got from you was incredible, your fingers gripping the sheets and your teeth making marks in your bottom lip so deep that he knew that you weren't going to obey to let him edge you. He would let it go through, just this once. Just because it was your first time.

“You like the way that feels?” He speaks, breath washing over your clit before he kisses it once more and you nod,

“P-please J..” You whimper and that's enough for him to lose control, flatten his tongue and drag it from your entrance to your clit, your moan so loud that his erection was beginning to hurt within his jeans, “Oh fuck J.. baby..”

He smirked up at you before he went to work, his tongue moving in soft, small circles and sucking your clit into his mouth every so often. Your moans were a symphony that was music to his ears, and he added a whole other octave when he slipped a finger, followed by a second into your tight entrance.

Your whimper was slightly pained and he looked up at you, moving his fingers slowly to stretch you out ready for him but still, he stopped his oral onslaught for a moment,

“You alright?” He spoke with only a hint of concern and smiled as you nodded, licking his lips as he moved back up, kissing you and letting you taste yourself.

Your hands made quick work of his belt and his eyebrows quirked as he watched you, his fingers still moving slowly within you and bending to press against your spot to earn moans and whimpers.

“Fuck..” He whispered as your hand wrapped around his shaft, you had worked so fast to push his boxers down that even he was surprised, and he moved his fingers from you to run the head of his cock against your soaking clit.

“Got a condom?” He whispered against your lips and he smirked a little when you shook your head, running his nose along yours. “Too much of a sweet innocent girl to have bought condoms hm?” He looked down as your hand continued to pump up and down his shaft with much more expertise than he had expected.

“I’ll take the morning-after pill, just fuck me J, please..” The desperation in your voice only served to make him harder, women submitting to him had always been his weakness, and he nodded, more than happy to feel how wet you were without a barrier between you.

He kissed you softly, glancing down at your dress, licking his lips as he lined himself up and he looked up at you, “This is gonna hurt, you know that right?”

J was not modest. He knew that he had a big cock, had been complimented on it time and time again and while that was good for an experienced sexual partner he knew that it was going to be the best time for someone who had never been touched.

You nodded, licking your lips as you hitched your legs around his waist, “Fuck me, J.. please fuck me..”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

Slowly he pushed into you, his eyes never leaving the sight as your tightness enveloped him. You were so wet, so ready for him, so tight and it felt absolutely incredible. The only time he had ever slept with a virgin was when he was one himself, and this feeling had almost made him cum and finish then and there. It wasn’t much different this time.

You flinched as he continued to push inside you, the pain something that you never could have expected, a sensation that you never would have been able to anticipate and when he was flush against you he kissed you softly, moaning against your lips as your walls held him in so tightly.

“Fuck..” He groaned, “Let me know when you’re ready”

You had no idea what that meant, what it meant to be ready or what anything would feel like next, but you were so lost and caught up in the fact that you were losing your virginity that you just nodded.

He began moving in and out of you slowly, the pain continuing to run through you and you weren’t even sure if this was normal until he moved back into you after a few minutes and hit a spot inside of you that made your toes curl. You whimpered as he continued, the head of his shaft hitting the same spot over and over and he began to pull out more and more only to push in and hit the same spot.

“Oh my God..” You moaned, gripping the sheets as your lips parted and your head fell back against the pillows

“That’s it baby,” He smirked, the pleasure on your face serving to prove just how good he was in bed and he slowly began to move faster, pressing against your spot over and over and you felt such an intense orgasm approaching that you gripped at his back.

“J-- I’m..” You moaned and he smirked against your lips, “You close baby?” He moaned against your mouth, “Gonna let me be the first man to see what you look like when you cum around a cock hm?”

“Oh fuck yes, J… I’m so close,” Your voice was almost unrecognisable to you, moans completely distorting your voice as pleasure moved through every inch of you

“Fucking tell me who you belong to and you can cum baby... Who’s the first man to make you feel this good hm?” He speaks, speeding up as his fingers move to rub softly at your clit, and he only has to hit your spot once more for you to fly over the edge moaning, “You, J…. I’m yours…”

[blushnote]

♡ 04. vampire!au | oral sex

okay-- this shouldn’t be happening and you are one-hundred percent cognizant of that, but you aren’t so malleable to succumb to guilt when the full picture is taken into account. he’s beautiful first of all. his facial structure is sharply carved with glorious precision and tireless effort, and it’s evident per every smooth arch, curve, as well as slope of his skin.

speaking of which, he’s a bit pale. junhui is pale like an opal stone. he shimmers like one too. it’s probably due to the lack of circulation in his blood vessels. his heart doesn’t beat either, it hasn’t even stirred since the ages of witchcraft conspiracy and supernatural fabrication and wooden stakes that burn a deadly, foreshadowing orange.

his appearance is youthful, though he’s been around for quite some time now, picking off a human every now and then, whenever his urge to feed is much too overwhelming and the tangy taste of blood is all a mortal represents. again, he’s beautiful. his hair is this thick, jet black mane that curls and elegantly frames his face. it tickles the soft, sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

he’s got you trapped and you both know it. junhui’s eyes are a mesmerizing shade, a deeply flushed garnet that is sinister and malevolent. yet, you see the twinkle behind the perniciousness. you’ve offered yourself to him and now he is taking what he pleases. junhui profoundly appreciates your willingness to become his meal, repaying your kindness with an unfathomable pleasure.

the tip of his tongue swirls against your clit. it’s a teasing movement, and it’s coordinated. you’re squirming in every way possible. junhui had taken it upon himself to bar an arm across your pelvis to keep you pressed firmly to the mattress. it allows him to toy with you endlessly, even with tears glimmering in your eyes, desperate pleas pouring from your mouth, junhui just teases.

his gaze dances up to study your contorting visual as he continues stimulating your clit with the tip of his tongue. when he begins flicking his tongue against the nervous bundle your back is arching and your hips are trying so damn hard to grind against his mouth but his hold is too strong. your fingers weave through his hair. they tug and pull but to no avail.

“junhui,” you’re breathless as you faintly murmur his name, “p-please, i-it’s too much, i need to cum. please, please, please will you let me c-cum?”

your eyes are skewered shut and your head is titling back into the pillow. despite his face being erased from view, you know he’s smirking, you know his garnet gaze is absolutely glowing from contentment as your fingers hopelessly rifle through and ball at his hair. junhui’s tongue suddenly licks at your slit. it tests dipping inside of you but never fully succeeds.

his intentions are truly evil.

“awe, sweetheart,” he lilts just before planting a kiss to your clit, “are you really this desperate? i can hardly keep you down, pretty girl.”

the sensation of his warm breath between your legs nearly makes your body split in half. your desire to orgasm is no longer a desire, it’s a pathetic, vital need that has junhui’s eyes twinkling up at you knowingly. when you attempt to respond to him, he begins placing a series of soft little kitten licks to your clit. junhui is smiling against your slick flesh as he does so.

“y-yes! i am! i’m s-so desperate, junhui, so desperate. i-i-- please just-- i need to cum so b-bad--,”

he uses his free hand to push your thigh over top his shoulder, so that your heel is digging into his broad back and he has better access to lick at the sweetness of your arousal. but then, junhui sneaks that same hand into the mix, his thumb rubbing circles to your clit in order to pleasure you whilst he speaks in his velvet voice,

“a pathetic thing you are.”

yes, it’s demeaning, but junhui is a vampire with little regard for human emotion and really could not care less. you don’t care either. there’s something about the degradation that makes you whinier and more squirmy, especially when it’s spoken in his unbothered tone. junhui rests his head against your thigh, poking his tongue past your slit to taste you for a fleeting moment. he groans.

“but, fuck, you taste so wonderful. a pretty thing like you tasting this lovely? i could look after your sweet little cunt for an eternity, darling.”

you flush hotly at his words. an uncontrollable magma pools into your abdomen and scorches within your veins, leaving you to whimper as his thumb draws very stern circles against your swollen clit. at this moment you feel as though you could melt into a puddle. junhui suddenly licks a deep, wide stroke from the glistening wetness at your slit to your bud. he takes the bundle between his plump, pink lips and suckles roughly.

your entire body tries to lift off the mattress, yet, he’s still holding you tightly, listening to you wail his name as he at long last lends your core the attention you crave. again, your hips long to buck against his face, but you can’t meet the movement and it’s amplifying the pleasure by one-hundred. it isn’t until you’re wriggling all over the damn place and junhui has to barricade you to the bed with both arms that you finally orgasm.

however, his tongue still works against you passionately, swirling and licking, attempting to taste every bit of your arousal until you’re dry. your fingers are laced tighter than a taunt bowstring in his hair, but the stinging pain has no affect on him. junhui continues to lick at you through the passing waves of your climax, his face buried deeply between your thighs whilst you squeak,

“t-too muchmmf, j-junhui, p-please, pl-ease! p-please, h-hurts, it hurts--,”

in a peculiar way, the overstimulation felt somewhat magical. you know you could tough it out too, that you’re willing to because junhui’s touch had put you onto cloud nine and it’s such an electrifying sensation you want it again and again. but, he’s attentive. he listens to your cries and he stops, though when he pulls away from your core, his eyes are gleaming even brighter, more concupiscent, than before.

he pants for a moment, gazing up at your breathlessness, your dewy skin, the way your chest gracefully rises and falls. his fangs are aching.

“are you well, sweetheart?” junhui asks. his voice is deep and sends a shudder down your spine. “have i hurt my pretty little girl?”

you swallow, shake your head whilst your whole body trembles. “it’s j-just a lot,” you mumble, “not u-used t-to it.”

he slides your leg off his shoulder and kisses your sensitive centre gently, appreciatively, as though he were thanking you for allowing him to such fun.

“for a human, you’re divine,” junhui purred, “if i were still half as alive as you, sweetheart, you know i’d marry you, right?”

your heart flutters coyly and you give him a tiny nod. you almost can’t believe it. a malevolent vampire just made your heart warp to cotton and butterflies. junhui presses a constellation of delicate kisses against your stomach. his palms rub adoringly up your sides, to singe each and every crevice of your plush skin into his memory. if he is going to live eternally, he yearns to remember all that you have offered him.

but he must leave something for you to remember him. junhui shuffles down the bed a little ways, until he is left with plentiful access to the tender inside of your thigh. it’s still shaking slightly from your climax, but it’s a marvelous expanse of soft, warm beautiful tissue that his fangs are direly aching to sink straight through. if your arousal is this sweet on his tongue, then your blood must be something unimaginable.

“usually i don’t give humans the generosity of asking,” junhui speaks up whilst tracing circles at your thigh with his fingertip, wondering how the skin would look with the indent of his sharp teeth, “but, sweetheart, may i feed on you? will you allow me to drink your precious blood? i must tell you, it will sting and you will feel pain, it’ll burn and ache, but if you allow me this gift, i promise you, darling, i will be as gentle with you as possible.”

at this point it would be ludicrous not to oblige. you know that once junhui feeds on you, he will take enough blood to drain you of all life essence. it’s a scary thought and your heart is pounding. but it is then you think of an interesting proposition. junhui shifts his gaze to you curiously when you shuffle onto your elbows and gulp dryly.

“you can feed on me,” you say, and junhui’s eyes sparkle like a diamond.

“but only if you will turn me afterward.”

→ omg sorry for not posting very much this week!!! i was really busy!! so im making it up w some vampire junhui, everyone’s fave ^^

[tomhollanduniverse]

Game Night [Part 2: NSFW - Tony Stark Oneshot]

Pairing: Tony Stark x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,053

Warnings: Language, very smutty: Oral (both female and male receiving), unprotected sex, daddy kink, rough sex

A/N: This is the second part of my writing submission to @noshitstark‘s 1.4k writing challenge! Here’s some steamy, smutty smut for your viewing pleasure! Hope this part is better than the first part. I haven’t written smut in a while. I might be a little rusty. Anyways, hope you guys like it! Check it out, under the cut!

Prompt Used: “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, babe.”

“Friday, lock down the compound. Alert me if anyone arrives on the grounds.” Tony commands, never taking his eyes off of Y/N. He starts walking toward her side of the table.

 “Yes, sir. Total Privacy lockdown is now activated.” Friday’s voice echos through the room. As he draws near, she grins, looking over him still in his jeans. He finally reaches her, admiring every inch of her perfect body up close.

 “Your lucky streak continues, Tony.” she gulps hard, anticipating what was coming. “Fortunately for me, of course.”

 “Well, since I’m in charge for the night, you will address me as Sir, Mr. Stark or…Daddy.”

 “Oh, really?” she bites her lip, fighting back a giggle. “Daddy kink, huh? This is gonna be fun.” her whole body shaking from nervousness. He nods, seeing how shaky she was.

 “There’s no reason to be nervous, sweetheart.” his warm fingertips run up her sides, tracing her hips. He left a wave of goosebumps on her porcelain skin, in the wake of his big fingers. Y/N watches him discover her, running her hands up his tan arms, her breathing becoming irregular. “I’ll take care of you. Get up on the table for me baby.” he whispers, smiling. She does as she’s told and slides up onto the game table, spreading her legs for him.

 “I’m never gonna be able to look at this table the same way, ever again.” Y/N jokes, licking her bottom lip.

 “Me either.” he says looking amused. “You sure you’re okay with this?” he asks, placing himself between her legs.

 “Of course.” she gives him a gentle smile, planting soft kisses on his chest.

 “Just make sure to tell me if it gets to be too much for you, honey.” he threads his fingers through her soft hair, cradling the back of her head. She nods, getting lost in his dark doe eyes. His other hand snakes down between them, his fingers teasing her inner thighs. She gasps into the kiss, her skin feeling as if it were on fire. His fingers found her folds, spreading her wetness around. “Already so wet for me, huh baby?” All she could do was sigh and lean her head back. His middle finger grazed her clit, making her whimper. He began planting sloppy kisses on her neck as his skilled fingers trace tight circles on her sensitive nub. He trails kisses down her chest, taking her erect nipple into his mouth.

 “Jesus Christ, Mr. Stark.” she runs her nails through his hair, curling her toes. His hand gently pushes against her chest, signaling her to lay back on the table. He bites and sucks his way down to her stomach, enjoying tasting every bit of her body.

 “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to taste you.” he says, looking up at her through his eyelashes. He bites the insides of her thighs, thoroughly enjoying the sounds she was making.

 “Please stop teasing me, Tony.” He leans up, a switch flipping in his head.

 “The last time I checked, I was in charge. And you will call me only by the names I told you to call me. Am I clear?”

 “Yes, sir.” she shudders.

 “Good girl.” he hums. With that, his lips make contact with her clit, causing her to suck in a sharp breath through gritted teeth. His tongue danced over her, as he slid two fingers inside her. He curls his fingers, pumping in and out. She bucks against his hand as he speeds up his movements. Tony puts her legs over his shoulders and she struggles to hold back her cries of pleasure. He could tell she had never been ate out before, at least not by a guy like Tony. He sucks on her swollen nub, lunging his fingers in and out mercilessly. His tongue snakes down to her core, lapping her wetness up. “You are so delicious, honey.” He licks a long stripe up back to her clit, sucking and twirling his tongue. He can tell she’s getting close as she’s writhing beneath his lips. He pulls his fingers out, and releases her throbbing nub with a dramatic popping sound. Y/N whines at the loss of contact. Tony can no longer hold out, unbuckling his belt. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go somewhere more comfortable.” Y/N leans up, wrapping her legs around Tony. He carries her to his room, as she sucks on his adams apple dying to feel him inside her. His legs nearly buckle as his cock strains against the confinement of his jeans. As he reaches his king-sized bed, he falls on top of her with a soft bounce.

 “Please, daddy. I need you. I--I can’t wait anymore.”

 “Shhh, baby. You have to take care of daddy’s needs first.” he puts his finger over her lips, the corner of his lips turning up into a smile. She knew what he meant and she was happy to oblige. She turns him over, crawling down his body. She was still a little uneasy with direct eye-contact with him, but she was slowly becoming okay with it. He sits up on his elbows and watches her kiss his stomach, running her nails down his torso.

 “As sexy as you look doing that, you are not allowed to tease me. You’ll look even sexier going down on me. Get to it, baby.” he growls. Y/N lets out a giggle, proud of herself for bringing this side of Tony out. She obeys, unbuttoning his jeans and starts pulling them down. He arches his back to make it easier for her to pull them all the way off. Her mouth waters at the sight of his dick straining against the fabric of his boxer briefs. She grabs the waistband and pulls them off finally freeing his erection. Y/N eyes grew wide, seeing just how big he was. He smiles at her satisfaction. She shyly looks up at him, and licks her lips. She softly wraps her fingers around him, eliciting a hiss from him. She runs her tongue up the sensitive underside of his cock, making him twitch slightly. She takes him into her mouth,wrapping her lips around him, running her tongue up and down his shaft. Tony groans, his head falling back. Y/N bobs her head up and down sucking lightly. “Yeah just like that baby. Just--like that.” Tony coos, looking down at her. She swirls her tongue around, deepthroating him nearly all the way down to his balls. He gasps, threading his fingers through her hair again. He pushes her head down the rest of the way, nearly gagging her. She didn’t care. Y/N sucks as hard as she can, Tony mutters curse words under his breath. She works him up and down, showing him just how much she wants him. He responds by pulling her hair, making her wince slightly. She doesn’t let up, closing her eyes, taking in the tastes and the sounds coming from him. He can feel himself getting close so he stops her. “Come up here, honey. Come on.”

 “Anything for you, daddy.”she whimpers. Y/N climbs up his perfect body, placing a knee on either side of him, resting her hands on his chest. He takes his cock and rubs it all over her soaking wet pussy, making sure she’s ready for him. He places his head at her entrance, grabbing for her hips. She lowers herself down, adjusting to his size, inch by gruelling inch. Suddenly, he thrusts up, pushing himself the rest of the way inside her. She lets out an involuntary squeal as he stretches her slightly. He lets his lust take over, gripping her waist, most likely leaving bruises behind. “By the way, I can’t get over seeing this side of you also, Mr. Stark.” she grins.

 “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet babe.” he hums, smiling. She grinds down on him, taking him as deep as she possibly could. “Mmm, you feel so good around me, sweetie. So--so fucking tight.” he growls. She clenches around him, already getting that warm, tingly feeling in her lower stomach. Y/N begins riding his dick, using his chest as leverage. Tony was in awe as he watches her tits bounce up and down as he slams up into her with more force. She moans his name over and over again, a symphony of lust filling the air around them. His bed creaks, looking up at his beautiful lady.

 “You’re sooo--good daddy.” she manages to get out.

 “You are so fucking gorgeous, Y/N. You are doing so perfectly.” he encourages her, admiring her body. “But it’s my turn.” With that, he flips her over, still managing to stay deep inside her. He was closer than he wanted to admit. A woman had never turned him on as much as she did. He was losing it. He began pounding into her mercilessly, moans slowly fading out into just low grunts and hips colliding into each other. His teeth sank into her shoulder, holding out as long as he could.

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum.” she whispered into his ear.

 “Not yet, baby. You’ll wait until I say so--that’s an order.” his voice strained. Y/N didn’t know how much longer she could stand it: the skin on skin contact, the way his teeth were scraping against her neck, the squeeze of his big hand on her hip. It was about to send her way over the edge. She was curious to know what would happen if she didn’t listen. She wondered what the punishment would be. She was about to find out because she was dancing on the razors edge.

 “I can’t hold on any longer, sir.” she pants. She clenches her muscles and her toes curl as her release washes over her. Tony leans up to watch her lose it, slack-jawed. She opens her eyes to see him scowling.

 “You’ll pay for that, baby. You’re in trouble.” he hisses. He follows soon after, giving one final thrust as he releases inside her. He collapses on top of her, heart beating wildly against Y/N’s skin. She strokes his hair, running her nails up and down his back softly. As he came down, he plants chaste kisses against Y/N’s collarbone, his hair tickling her cheek. He leans up looking at her lovingly, kissing her lips. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you babe?” Her mouth gapes open dramatically.

 “What?! I have NO idea what you’re talking about Daddy!” she pokes his chest. Suddenly, Friday’s voice comes over the intercom. They both gasp.

 “Sir, someone is approaching the compound.”

 “Shit! Our clothes are out in the game room!” Y/N laughs. “I need to go get--”

 “Well, it’s actually your clothes. It’s only my shirt. And you’re not going anywhere, sweetheart.” his eyes narrow. “This is your punishment for disobeying me.” he pins her hands above her head.

 “Tony, come on! That’s not fair!” she giggles.

 “That’s too damn bad, sweetheart.” he snarls. Her jaw drops.

 “You dickhead. I’m never gonna hear the end of this one, from the others!” she struggles against his strength. They hear footsteps out in the dining room.

 “Good.” he laughs.

[hellimagines]

Proof of Caring--Billy Hargrove

Request: “Hi there! i was wondering at some point could you write a story with billy hargrove and the reader and in the story basically the girl reader likes billy but doesn’t like how he acts or presents himself so she plays hard to get but lowkey wants to fuck him but tries her hardest not to show it & one day billy and her end up hanging together (can be anyway u like, at a party or just whatever) and he ends up seducing and teasing her and she finally gives in. thanks so much! if not its fine!” & “Can you do a Billy Hargrove imagine where he changes for the reader in a good way and they have sex. It’s her first time and it’s smutty and fluffy?”

Summary: Billy wants to prove to you how much he cares about you, and how much he’s changed.

Warnings: cursing, oral sex

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,591

A/N: This isn’t full-on smut, and there’s not much plot.

“Hey, doll,” the familiar voice of Hawkins’ egotistical maniac rang out beside you. You had to suppress an eye roll as you peered around your locker door to give Billy an unamused look.

“Yes, Hargrove?” you questioned, not in the mood for his usual antics. It’d been a bad day. A very, very bad day. You’d been late to school because your dog had decided to run out the front door, and while chasing him, you had fallen and ruined your pants, while also scraping your knee. Not only that, but you walked in late to your Calculus test, and your teacher wasn’t going to allow you to makeup it up unless you stayed after class for an hour and a half, helping her tutor other students tomorrow. Then, you’d forgotten your lunch during the hassle of getting to school. Overall, you were pissed off and angry.

“What happened to your knee? It’s bloody,” Billy stated obviously, his eyes trained on the stained pant leg.

“Why do you give a shit?” you snapped, slamming your locker shut. Unfortunately, when you had whipped your head around to look at him, your hair got caught in the frame of the locker, getting trapped. You cried out in pain, instantly trying to tug your hair free.

“Hey, hey!” Billy called out, trying to get you to stop moving. “Give me the combo, you don’t wanna be walking around with a bald head, gorgeous,” he said sternly, grabbing your hand so you could no longer pull at your (h/c) hair.

“Then what? You break into it later?” you growled, trying to tug at it again, but Billy’s grip was too strong.

“No. Then I take you to the nurse, get you an ice pack and shit for your knee, and you go home,” Billy snapped just as harshly.

For the past month and a half, Billy had been trying his hardest to get you to notice him. Sadly, it had been the wrong attention. Anything he did, you found a way to make it seem horrible. When he brought his grade up in your shared Chemistry class, you accused him of cheating. When you saw him helping Max out at the arcade, you said it was just to ‘pick up chicks’ with the big-brother act. When he offered to drive you home in the rain, you told him he was just gonna force you into his house. But the truth was, Billy was trying his hardest to change. Not just for you, but for himself. He didn’t want a repeat of California. He didn’t want his dad to keep beating him because he couldn’t keep his anger in check. And he just wanted you to see how hard he was trying. But nothing was working, and he was so close to giving up. With everything.

As for you, you wanted nothing more than to believe that Billy Hargrove was changing. That the angry, psychotic teenager was being mellowed out. But you couldn’t, not yet. When Billy had first walked through Hawkins High School, you were captivated. Utterly starstruck. But then you noticed that so was everyone else. Which means if you were ever to get your chance with him, so would the entirety of the high school population, and you didn’t want to be added to a rotation. Then when Steve came to school looking like roadkill, and Billy’s hands bandaged, you told yourself it was never going to happen. But now? Now Billy’s changing. And whenever a good milestone makes its way into his life, he manages to tell you about it. Always you. You caught on quick that Billy was doing it for you, at least partially, and it made your heart swell. You wanted nothing more than to help him. But he needed to do it on his own if it was something that he truly wanted.

“Fuck, okay,” you hissed when you felt the roots of your hair beginning to strain, “13, 2, 43,” you told him. Billy put in the combo quickly, and once the door opened you fell forward. Billy’s arm shot out, keeping you from face-planting the tiled floor. Shutting your locker door, he helped balance you out before retracting his arm. “Thanks.”

“Yeah, of course,” Billy said, hiking his bag over his shoulder. “Now come on, let’s catch the nurse before she leaves for the football field,” Billy told you, putting his hand on the small of your back briefly and leading you to the nurse’s office.

You guys had managed to catch her just in time. She gave you a bag of ice for your head, and ointment, gauze and medical tape for your knee. The blood had longed dried since it all happened that morning, which meant the gash was most definitely infected, and a band-aid would only do more damage. The both of you thanked her and she left, heading to the football field.

“I can clean this on my own,” you informed Billy as he began ripping the packet of the gauze. Billy quirked his eyebrow, eyeing the ice bag on your head, being held on there by your hand.

“Yeah? You’re gonna do all of this one handed?” he questioned, leaning back against the sink, still holding the gauze pad, medical tape, and antibiotic ointment packet. You stared up at him from the medical bed, impatiently tapping your foot on the ground.

“Yes, yes I can. Now give me the damn shit, Hargrove,” you snapped, holding out your free hand. Billy shrugged, knowing it was going to be a disaster, yet handed you the supplies anyways.

You had to rip your pants even more in order to get to the wound. Since you had cleaned it when you got school, it wasn’t too horrible. Bringing the ointment packet to your mouth, you used your teeth to tear it open, gagging when some got on your tongue. You smeared the ointment on your knee, trying not to drop the packet, but groaned when you realized how sticky your hand was.

“Sure you don’t need help there, doll?” Billy snickered, eyeing your frustrated form. You looked up at him quickly and flung the empty packet his way, which he quickly dodged.

“I won’t be able to get the gauze on my knee with my pants on. And I can’t do it one handed,” you growled, keeping your eyes trained on your bloody knee. Billy’s teeth sank into his bottom lip.

“Okay,” he finally said, pushing himself off of the counter. You watched him as he walked over to the nurse’s door, closing it. Your eyes widened in shock while he walked back over to you, kneeling in front of you. “Let’s go, doll. We don’t have much time,” he informed you with a smirk.

You gave him an incredulous look before narrowing your eyes. Letting out a soft string of curse words, you pressed the ice bag to your head with more strength, and unbuttoned your jeans for him. Lifting your hips, Billy was able to pull them down, being careful of your injured knee. He brought the jeans down to your ankles, trying his hardest not to stare directly at your black panties. Billy evened out the ointment on your knee, making sure it covered the wound and the surrounding area. You hissed in pain when he touched the sensitive spot, nearly kicking him.

“I know, I’m sorry,” he apologized halfheartedly, trying to stay focused on the task at hand. Grabbing the gauze pad, he centered it over your knee before unraveling the medical tape and wrapping it around the padz.

Once Billy was certain that the gauze was in place, and wasn’t going to slip around, he looked up. His eyes landed on your own, which were staring down at him intently. You had wiped your fingers off with the wet ice bag, and you were now playing with your bottom lip to keep yourself busy. Billy’s thumb was absent-mindedly running up and down your calf while he looked at you.

“I uh… Thanks, I guess. For your help,” you said quietly, removing the ice bag from your head and placing it beside your thigh.

“Yeah, no problem, (Y/N). You feeling okay?” Billy questioned, noticing your red cheeks. They became even more red at his question, but you nodded.

“Yeah, just um, confused. Yeah, just confused,” you clarified, more for yourself than for him. Billy’s eyebrows furrowed while narrowing his eyes.

“Confused? And why’s that?” Billy asked, his voice barely above a whisper. His hands traveled from the back of your calves, to your thighs, resting there.

“You. You’ve changed, and I don’t know how I feel about it,” you told him, trying to ignore the hands on your thighs.

“I’m trying to be a better person. I’ve been trying for a while, but nobody seems to understand that,” Billy said, his voice cracking at the end. You stared down at him, your hands finally moving on top of his. But you didn’t move them away, instead you ran your finger tips of the ridges of his knuckles and veins.

“I understand. But you have to give me time to fully accept it. You need to prove to me, that this isn’t some act,” you said to him, reaching a hand out to push one of his curls behind his ear. Billy’s eyes widened. You were giving him a chance, you were actually willing to let him prove to you how much he cared now.

“Then let me prove it,” he whispered, bringing his face down to kiss the inner of your thigh. He only placed a small kiss there, not wanting to scare you off. “Please, (Y/N/N), let me show you that I’ve changed. That I’m trying to be better.”

When Billy’s lips touched your inner thigh, your breath hitched from their warmth. His thumbs were slowly dragging along your thigh, from the inside to the out, while he rested his chin on your left thigh. His blue eyes were looking up at you with hope, care, and adoration. There was no malice, lust, or anger in them. Not like there used to be.

“Promise you won’t leave after? That this isn’t a quick fuck, then you never talk to me again? I can’t handle that Billy… I’ve never… I’ve never had sex before, and I don’t want my first time to be horrible,” you told him, keeping your voice strong. Billy moved his hand to hold your own, and squeezed it.

“I promise, doll. Hell, we don’t even have to have sex. I just want to show you how much I care about you, how much I’ve always cared about you,” Billy sighed, kissing the inside of your wrist.  You moved your hand so you could caress the side of his face, slowly nodding your head.

“Okay,” you said softly, giving Billy a small smile. Billy smiled back at you, before bowing his head and kissing at your thighs.

Soft, feather-like kisses made their way up your inner thigh, right before your panty line. He stopped there, before trailing the kisses back down your thighs. Billy moved his hand so it could rest on your hip, hiking up your thin t-shirt, his other hand knocking the ice bag off the bed so he could lay his hand down. The hand that was on your hip, then began pulling the waistband of your underwear down, Billy briefly lifting his head so he could see what he was doing. You lifted your hips up, and just like he had with your jeans, he pulled your underwear down to your ankles. Billy went back to kissing your thighs, leaving the occasional bite or two, while his index finger traveled between your lips.

A staggered breath escaped your lips, your hips involuntarily bucking. Billy’s finger was freezing from moving the ice bag, but it felt amazing on your burning clit. He brought his middle finger in next, the two fingers running your juices from your opening, up to your clit.

“Lay down,” Billy suddenly said, gently pushing at your abdomen. You obeyed him, and laid down on the medical bed, as Billy gripped the back of your thighs, pulling you towards him. His spread your lips open, slowly licking a strip up to your clit. You whimpered quietly, reaching down to tangle your fingers in his hair. Billy smirked against your pussy, before pressing his tongue down harder, licking the sensitive nub. He was making obnoxious noises, making sure you knew how much he was enjoying this.

“Billy,” you gasped, your hand tightening in his curls. Billy had pressed his tongue directly on your clit, moving it side to side before pulling away. Then, bringing the tip of his tongue to gently flick at the very top of the nub, grinning each time your hips bucked. Once Billy felt you were wet enough, he pushed in one of his fingers, watching your expression. Your closed eyes fluttered open, your mouth opening in an ‘o’ shape. He moved the single finger around, kissing at your clit occasionally. After a couple minutes, Billy entered a second finger. Your pussy squeezed around his fingers, and Billy’s free hand gripped your hip tightly.

“This okay, gorgeous?” he asked, curling his two fingers. The only response he got was a moan, and your body pushing farther down onto his fingers. He grinned widely, starting to pump them in and out of you. Billy lowered his head again, going back to your clit. You cried out at the sensation, his fingers hitting that special spot inside you while his tongue flicked over your bundle of nerves.

“Fuck,” you whined, unable to help yourself from grinding into him. Billy pushed in a third finger at your eagerness, moaning to himself when you tugged on his hair.

“Damn, princess. You sound so beautiful right now,” Billy praised, briefly leaning over to nip at your thigh. Your body became warm at the comment, a soft sigh escaping.

“Billy, I’m gonna cum,” you warned, your knees hooking over his shoulders to bring him closer.

“Go on, baby,” Billy ordered, pushing his fingers deeper inside you and pumping them faster. He continued to lap at your cunt, moaning into it when your walls squeezed around his fingers. You cried out loudly, your hand barely coming up in time to muffle the loud sounds. You felt the heat at the bottom of your stomach release, while washing over your entire body simultaneously.

“Oh god, Billy!” you yelled, your thighs shaking on his shoulders. Billy didn’t let up his ministrations, waiting for your hips to stop their convulsing before he gently removed his fingers from you. You whimpered at the loss, moaning quietly as you watched him duck out from under your thighs. He reached out, helping to pull you into a sitting position.

“That enough proof, doll?” Billy gloated, sitting beside you while you pulled your underwear and pants up. You snickered, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah, you could say that, Hargrove,” you smirked, turning to look at him. You swiped your thumb across the edge of his mouth, wiping away some of the wetness left behind. “Now, I believe I was promised a ride home?” you asked, keeping eye contact with him as you licked the cum off your finger.

“Think I promised you a lot more than that, baby,” Billy grinned, standing up and holding his hand out. You gladly took it, allowing him to pull you into a gentle kiss.