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bejeweledinterludes · 24 days ago

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still got the blues.

OR on one quiet night spent in the bunker, you discover that the notorious, god-fearing, big, bad ‘n scary, six-foot badass hunter that is dean friggin’ winchester (aka one of your closest friends) isn’t as tough as he seems.

well.

in bed, at least.

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「 pairing 」 : sub ! dean x fem ! reader

「 word count 」 : 8.8 k. (FAITH BE NORMAL CHALLENGE LEVEL: IMPOSSIBLE)

「 content / warnings 」 : MINORS 🤺🤺🤺 GET BACK! AWAY!later seasons sub dean winchester x fem reader (yes i have a problem, no i don’t care thank you!). masterbating, handjob, unprotected sex. yeah this may be the horniest thing i’ve ever written in my life.

you have two ( 2 ) new messages from the author ! ↓

HELLOOOOO THE LONG-AWAITED SUB!DEAN SMUT IS FINALLY HERE 🙂‍↕️🙏‼️ shoutout and thank you to @supernotnatural2005’s drabble / oneshot for the inspo on this one <3 because i think we all want to catch dean like this— which is why i wrote about it!

ALSO @figthoughts’ post from the other day too… yeah idk guys we’re just horny and ovulating connected or something when it comes to mr. jensen ackles and his characters. love you figgy pudding!

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being on the road with sam and dean for god knows how long now, you’d gotten used to all the sounds each idiot knucklehead brother would make in their sleeping state as you passed their rooms— so much so that it was basically white noise at this point, and you just tune it out.

yeah, tonight was different, though. sam had left much earlier— he and elieen were finally going on a real, live, actual date, much to your joy. which meant you and dean were alone in the bunker together. that doesn’t happen often, but when it does, you usually stay up watching 80s movies and arguing over niche things like whether or not they used real flames in back to the future (they didn’t).

that was yet another reason why tonight was different: you hadn’t seen dean all day, much less tonight. he’d been out doing god knows what— and you barely even heard him come back a few hours ago.

but you didn’t push. actually, you didn’t dare to set foot past dean’s door— taking the long way down the hall to get to the kitchen or the library throughout the evening, secretly hoping he wouldn’t come out of his room or even acknowledge your existence.

because… honestly?

living with two other men?

who the hell were you kidding. you could use a night to yourself.

and not to your knowledge or anything, but so could dean.

no disrespect though, because dean really was wishing you were there— or, rather, he was imagining you with him, which was the only acceptable option at the moment.

…but this was definitely a new low. even for him.

see, while you were actually attempting to be productive with your night, dean was not.

like, at all.

while you were doing your laundry, putting clothes away in your room, watching a show on your laptop with your airpods in— thank god, otherwise this whole thing would blow up in dean’s face…

…for the most part, figuratively.

because dean— and how does one say this without sounding like a complete and total creep?

well, dean was jerkin’ it in his own room.

fappin’.

beatin’ da meat.

whatever the male version was of flickin’ the bean.

oh, and the (best) grossest part?

he was thinking about you while doing it.

yeah, yeah, it’s sick, it’s definitely wrong on so many levels— and it sure as hell feels downright illegal and a sin to be doing it while you’re in the fucking bunker.

it’s the lowest of the low. weird. pathetic.

but then again, dean’s always been a little… pathetic when it comes to you.

don’t let anyone know you know that, though.

so, back to dean being pathetic and horny. he’d been at the bar in town for hours earlier tonight, trying to find someone to satisfy the strain on his pants— and that someone needed to look a whole lot like you to get the job done.

how hard could it be?

well, apparently, in lebanon, kansas, finding a look-alike clone of your best friend so you could fuck them silly? it’s really goddamn hard.

and so was dean.

so here he was—did i say pathetic already?— jerking off in his bedroom like some horny teenager. he’s on his fourth, maybe fifth time cumming to the thought of purely just you.

that’s right, no porn, no nudie mags, not even a goddamn picture in his free hand— because dean was wound up so freakin’ tight, he didn’t need anything. just his hand and his filthy imagination.

it’s humiliating. dean’s literally bucking his hips up into his hand as of right now, imagining it’s yours and not his— all while letting out these little noises that do not sound like they’d be coming from a six-foot, tough as nails hunter. but they are.

and they’re all for you.

dean winchester does not whimper. hell, no. but the broken sound that rips from his throat, tossing his head back on his pillow after he tugs a little too hard on himself was anything but.

and maybe dean should be making less noise— but he knew you so well, too well— you’d have your airpods on noise canceling, anyway. and he can’t even think about if you didn’t. he’s too wrapped up in a haze right now. he’s so distracted. by-god intoxicated.

because dean’s imagining you after that one hunt in virginia. yeah. the moon had been out that night, and god, the way it hit you— a combination of this deep blue and silver and it just lit up your skin, illuminating you like you were one of those ancient goddesses, like the ones he’s only read about in old myths and legends when he’d been so bored he actually did research in the library.

dean’s imagining you, just you, right there with him, and it was your hand, not his. imagining you pulling those sounds from his throat while he’s breathing so heavy, his chest heaving up and down. and the sheets covering only his bottom half were shifting with him as he was moving what seemed like his entire bed along with him as of now.

dean was trying to be quiet.

but his body was not letting him.

and poor you— oh, sweet, innocent you. because as far as dean knew, you were completely oblivious to what was currently occurring in his bedroom at the moment.

but what dean didn’t know was that your airpods had died over an hour ago.

and you’d made the mistake of not taking the long way back to your room this time, thinking that dean had gone to bed due to the late hour.

you had stopped in your tracks in the hall coming back from the kitchen— because you heard dean. heard his little broken groans, damn close to whimpers.

and you genuinely believed that dean was just having a nightmare at first— because hell, with the shit you guys encountered on the daily, it wasn’t uncommon for any of y’all to make a goddamn racket in your sleep.

drawing that conclusion— because it was the only one that was realistic, you start towards your room again, already starting to tune out dean’s weird-as-hell noises.

but before you even take two more steps past dean’s room, you hear something else— a little muffled through the door, but clear as day. because it sends a jolt straight through you.

your name.

he’s having a nightmare, you remind yourself. he could be just calling out to you in that sense, because that would be logical. but then he says your name again. and again.

and it’s just your name.

not sam’s.

not cas’.

just. yours.

and dean sounds like a man possessed at this point. his eyes are squeezed shut, as if he’s trying to banish the image of you from his mind.

but he can’t. and he never would.

he just can’t do it. can’t keep himself in check anymore.

so that’s why dean groans your name at the next motion of his hand on his dick— saying it for the fourth time since you’ve been stopped outside his door.

and it wasn’t a ‘i’m-in-so-much-pain-and-scared’ groan, the kind when someone has a nightmare— no, dean’s groan sounded like a ‘oh-that-feels-so-fuckin-good’ groan, like the kind someone makes when…

oh.

dean knows he sounds pretty close to, if not completely pathetic. not at all like the good ol’ badass hunter of lore, not that you’d believed him to be. you’d think he’d sound more in control, or at least not whimpering.

dean’s battled both heaven and hell. purgatory. angels, demons, monsters, even sometimes, just people, you name it— he’s fought it and kicked its freakin’ ass, even god himself.

and his one fault? his only weakness?

you.

it’s always been just you. your stupid pretty face. the way you laughed at his jokes, even when they weren’t that funny. the way you stood by him and his brother’s side— and in the hunting world, associating with the winchesters meant a death sentence. you didn’t care, though. you never did. it was in the way you were always there, especially when it counted.

and here he was. jerking off and thinking about you.

this had to be rock bottom. right? if not that, purely a whole new level of scumbag. even if you couldn’t hear him.

oh, but you could. and you’re lingering outside dean’s door— because you didn’t even have to put your ear on it to hear the noises he was making, clear as day.

dean feels like he’s drunk, delirious. this always happened whenever he fantasized about you. a pathetic, groaning and whimpering mess. hell, in this state, he’d damn well beg.

and oh, he was.

“fuckin’— please— god, i need you, please—”

damn, you could almost see it— dean’s hand, hidden by the dark of his room, but the way the sheets move makes it obvious just where his hand is. and it’s a blur.

yeah. there was no more holding out, no more being strong. not now.

because dean feels like he’s on the edge of his own personal hell.

and you? you’re stuck.

dean was… well, fucking doing that. and you’re just… stuck. you would have just kept walking past his door, putting your pillow between your ears and teasing him about it tomorrow morning.

because instead crying or groaning out the name of some random girl or even farah fawcett— dean was currently begging.

for you.

and you’re still stuck. dean feels like he’s losing his goddamn mind. he’s gonna cum again, he knows it. he also knows he should be quiet, but the words and your name just keep spilling out of his mouth, and he’s too far gone to stop them.

“ah— fuck. please. please, please, goddamn it, i need you, i need you, i need you…”

yeah, dean’s brain’s not in charge anymore. honestly? it hasn’t been since he met you all those years ago— with your stupid pretty hair, and your stupid pretty mouth, and the stupid soft sounds you make in your sleep that drove him insane whenever you used to share a motel room.

dean needs you.

and you needed a fucking cold-ass shower.

because the way dean was sounding right now? he only sounded like that in your dreams. your deepest, darkest fantasies. it was making your knees buckle.

yeah. there’s absolutely no way any of this was real. this was straight out of a porno. this had to be the trickster’s doing, or something.

because the real dean didn’t act like this. and yet, here he was. and here you were, your stomach flipping each time a sound leaves dean’s mouth and bounces off the wooden door that was still splitting you two apart.

and right then and there, you wished you had the balls to just open it.

because you wanted to be right there next to dean, pulling those noises out of him yourself.

“need you—need you right there, need you, right, right, oh, god, there—”

even in dean’s own fantasies, the ones that drove him to insanity like right now, he’d always thought about this. you actually being there, him actually saying all this to you.

dean would’ve given anything, then. anything. just to have you right next to him in his bed.

yeah, well, you’re still just stuck.

because what the fuck do you do.

do you walk back to your room? pretend you didn’t notice? pretend it never happened? not listen to the sounds dean was making?

or, do you open the door? go in his room and just show dean how you’d really felt about him— for years now?

and lately, it seemed like you all you could think and dream about was being in the same bed with dean, touching every part of him.

because if you were in there right now, you’d touch dean’s skin that you yourself had deemed forbidden, because it’d be seen as crossing a line, breaking a boundary.

hello? reality check, anyone?

come on. dean was your friend.

but the noises he was making in your name— because of you? that was anything but.

yeah. if you were in there, you’d start with your hands on dean’s chest, going lower, and lower, until he started making the sounds he was making now, gasping and begging right in your ear for you, not stopping until he completely just—

yeah, that was it.

you knew your answer.

and dean needs exactly what you’re about to do. because god, he’s thought about it. in the dead of night, when he was alone, or when you’d been just out of reach sitting next to him in a dive bar, he’s wanted this. wanted you.

dean wanted to know the way your hands would feel against his skin, how your body would feel against his own. he’s thought about it. hell, he’d dreamed about it. fantasized— just like he was doing now.

and dean was still fantasizing when you throw away every single rational thought you had at the moment and manage to open his door without making a noise— thank you, hunter skills.

this was crazy. right?

eh. you’ve done crazier.

no. not like this.

and not with dean.

but still, you managed to cross the threshold of dean’s room— and you even sit down on the edge of his bed.

okay, the more you thought about it…was this awkward?

maybe.

oh, but dean doesn’t even notice you— his eyes were screwed tightly shut, mouth parted and huffing out pants and broken noises as one of his hands continues to move fervently. his hips are wild, bucking into his hand— and his body is shaking his entire bed frame.

dean’s too far gone to notice anything, lost in a fantasy that’s been haunting him for longer than he’s willing to admit out loud. the only thing that could even remotely stop him would be—

hold on.

dean’s hit by a familiar scent— the one he’d been imagining this whole time. but that really does smell like— and its now so close, so real, it practically envelopes him. and his eyes open to—

you.

right there. in his bed. within reach. looking at him like he’s always wanted you to look at him.

and there’s no disgust or anger on your face as you look down at dean, still frozen in place. no, just a hint of amusement, mixed with something else—

something dangerously close to pure want.

you don’t say anything, even though you know you should by now. because now dean knew that you knew exactly what he’d just been doing— more importantly, you were now aware of who the focus of it all was.

and goddamn if the look on your face doesn’t have dean pausing, too. he’s never seen it on your face before. and it’s too dark in his room for him to really make it out, but he thinks he sees—

you weren’t disgusted. you weren’t grossed out, or even angry.

you’re just… looking at him like the fantasy he’s been chasing isn’t a goddamn fantasy anymore— but instead something he could reach out and touch. feel.

dean has to swallow whatever excuse he could come up with to talk himself out of what you’d just walked in on. what you’d just heard. and his mouth is dry.

a part of you wants to pounce onto dean right now. to kiss him silly, touch him everywhere and make him gasp your name again— only with you being the sole instigator this time.

but the annoying other part of you halted that urge.

and why?

because of your stupid morals.

your goddamned feelings.

and you had to ask dean, had to know— even if the answer hurt you.

“how long?”

dean’s brain almost completely flatlines for a long moment. though, he knows what you’re insinuating, of course.

how long dean has been thinking about you in that way? how long and hard had he fantasized about his hands on your body, his mouth on your skin, and his dick buried so deep inside you, he gets hand cramps almost every night he’s alone?

yeah. it scares him, just how goddamn long it’s been.

“…years.”

that was all you needed. in reality, you don’t actually pounce or anything, but you do move closer to dean on his bed, tossing one leg over both of his to straddle his lap before meeting his gaze again.

“you have no idea,” your voice is barely above a whisper to dean as you keep his gaze, making yourself comfortable in his lap. “how much i wanted to hear that.”

and dean can’t help the groan he lets out, at feeling your weight, your body, straddling his lap. he’s spent too many nights dreaming of exactly this. his hands automatically go to your hips, as if they’re on autopilot.

because he’s not in charge anymore.

and honestly?

he doesn’t think he ever was when it came to you.

and a small smile tugs on your lips when you feel dean’s hands on your hips— your own fingers start to trail from his wrists and up his arms, your pace slow, but deliberate.

because you were going to memorize every inch of dean that you could.

oh, dean’s just barely managing to keep his hips still, to not buck up underneath you. he can feel you, now that you’re straddling him, the heat there, where he’d wanted to feel you for so, so long.

and when your fingers trail up his arms, dean shudders. because it’s so gentle, tender. he can’t remember the last time anyone touched him this way, if at all.

your hands eventually reach dean’s face. oh, his gorgeous face. you cup both sides, taking in everything: those green eyes of his, the freckles you could see only if you were up close dusting on his nose and cheeks—his features were illuminated only by the dim light of his desk lamp, but you could see so much because of how close you both were now.

the slight smile is still on your lips as you look at dean— because you were still a little sure you were going to wake up at some point.

but this wasn’t a dream, you had to remind myself. dean was under you. he wanted you, in the same way you’d wanted him for as long as you can remember.

and dean feels like he can’t breathe properly. he’s been slapped, punched, cut, beaten, tortured, everything violent under the sun done to his face— but no one’s had their hands on it like this.

he feels too exposed, too vulnerable, but he doesn’t move.

because it’s you. it could only ever be you.

dean keeps his gaze locked to yours, even as he has to stop himself from just completely melting into the palms of your hands on his face. he wants to look at you for forever, keep you just like this— and his expression is so open, so bare.

your thumbs gently graze across both of dean’s cheeks as you hold his face in your hands.

and you can’t look away.

so you don’t.

but you do lean a fraction closer to dean in his lap, breaking the silence in a hushed whisper— because there goes your stupid doubts and feelings, again.

“you want this?”

even though he almost wants to, dean can’t laugh. not when he knows you’re being serious. it kills him, a little— that you’re still doubting it.

because how could he not want this? you?

“god, yes.” dean’s not even sure if he says that out loud, or just thinks it— but he’s nodding regardless, and with the movement bringing his face even closer to yours.

and your gaze softens almost completely when dean says that— but there’s one doubt that sticks, even when his words wash all the others away from your mind. the one that’s been there almost the entire time you’ve known him.

“de, i…” you don’t take your hands off of dean’s face when you try to speak again— but the words die in your throat. you swallow a little, averting your gaze.

and god, when dean hears you hesitate, he’s already on edge.

dean doesn’t know what you’re about to say,— all he’s aware of is that you’re now looking away from him. and he can’t have that, so he brings his hand (non-jerking, of course) to your chin, gently but firmly, forcing you to look at him again.

he tries to keep his voice even, but he can’t.

“tell me.”

you’re forced to keep dean’s gaze when his hand touches your face— and his fingers are so warm, you almost lose your train of thought completely.

you’ve wanted dean for so long— but you had to make sure he fully felt the same way you did.

not just lust. not something to walk past awkwardly the next day.

“i— i can’t do this… just for tonight,” you swallow hard again, your voice barely above a whisper as your eyes flick between dean’s. “but i… i think you know that.”

even with the worry that had been coursing through his veins, dean couldn’t help but be impressed at the fact you think there’s a chance in hell he’d be able to have you once and just… let you go afterwards. his hand on your chin drops a fraction, resting on the side of your throat instead. he swallows, then finds his voice.

“i know.”

your gaze softens a little— and it’s a little embarrassing how much weight felt completely lifted off your chest when dean says that.

you had denied your feelings for dean for years now. and now knowing that he felt the same way, it was getting harder and harder to control the urge to just do what you wanted.

“well, good,” you bring your hands to tilt dean’s head up more to you as you’re in his lap, eyes flicking down to his lips— because you so needed to know what they felt like. “that’s— that’s good.”

and damn, if dean isn’t already struggling. nothing’s even happened yet, and he’s trying his best just to keep still, to resist all his natural impulses and desires to just grab you and never, ever let you go. when your eyes flick down to his lips, his follow suit almost instantly. his voice is almost a damn croak when he responds.

“yeah?”

all your senses were filled with just dean. and you needed more. you’d denied your feelings for far too long— years now, in fear of him not reciprocating. but you couldn’t deny your feelings or your urges anymore.

“yeah,” you echo back in an exhale, your thumbs grazing on dean’s cheeks. your gaze is still on his lips, but you look back up at him. “you— you’re all i’ve ever wanted.”

hot damn.

dean feels like he’s going to wake up at any second at those words that just came out of your mouth. because he never dared to let himself hope that you could feel the same way he did. and it’s been so, so goddamn long of wanting you with every fiber of his being, wanting to touch you and hold you and never, ever let you go.

oh, he’s too far gone to even feel sheepish about how he’s almost shaking now, hands trembling and breath coming fast as he’s barely keeping the reins on his self-control.

dean’s trembling sends a shiver down your spine. even after you just said all that, he still wanted this.

you might die.

or you were already in some version of heaven that jack made up.

because dean wanted you.

“just lemme kiss you,” dean would be embarrassed of how desperate and out of breath he sounded if he could give two damns. he says your name again: “please—”

dean can’t even think straight anymore. yet, never could when it came to you. his hands go to your thighs, gripping tight like it’s all he can do to resist the urge to just flip you over right that moment.

you can’t hold back anymore.

neither can he.

so you don’t.

you close the final distance between you both, taking his mouth in a kiss that’s hard, desperate and full of years’ worth of emotion.

and dean’s lips felt like home. and that’s a weird thing to say, but it was true. you’d never kissed him before this, but it really was him that you’d been missing all this time.

your hands on dean’s face trail into his hair, and you could feel yourself completely melting into him when you pull myself closer to him in his lap, hips fully slotting with his own— and you both groan a little at the feeling.

dean kisses you like a goddamn starving man, his hands gripping at your thighs so hard he’s afraid he’s leaving marks. but he can’t bring himself to care, because he’s finally kissing you. finally having you in the way he’s only dreamt of.

dean hasn’t been touched— kissed like this, ever.

like he’s something precious. to be loved. it makes him feel weak. but he can’t really bring himself to care about that, either.

all you could think about was how good dean smelled. and as his lips danced with yours, he even tasted good. like whiskey and something you couldn’t place— but it sure as hell was definitely dean.

and god, it’s perfect. dean’s trying to swallow the little noises his mouth is threatening to make again as you kiss him back, kissing him like you feel the same— he thinks he’s losing his mind for what felt like the millionth time tonight.

dean’s grip on your thighs tightens even more. he couldn’t help it anymore— he rocks you against his lap, his hips bucking up against yours in an involuntary but much needed movement. and a little sound pretty close to a whimper does escape him this time, hitting your lips as you grind your own hips down onto him.

you had to break your lips from dean’s to get stupid air, but your forehead rests against his as one of your hands unlatches itself from his hair, trailing downward on the fabric of his henley as you’re in his lap.

and you’d tease him about the noises he’s making— if it wasn’t leaving your underwear a complete and sopping mess because of it.

dean’s mind is hazy, lost in the feel of you against him and in his lap, his mind trying to keep up with all the things happening.

he’s a hunter, goddamn it.

he needs to get a freakin’ grip.

but he can’t.

because of the way your kiss felt like a drug. the way you’re so close he can feel your breathing, and the way you’re grinding up against him like you mean it—

and then dean feels your hand on his shirt, sliding further down past his stomach, and he feels like he’s about to go insane. he’s hallucinating, under some sort of spell that shows you what you’ve always desired. that’s the only plausible explanation.

but this was real. oh, so real.

dean’s hands were still holding on for dear life on your thighs, but your own was still going farther and farther down the fabric of the henley he was wearing, stopping at the hem and tugging on it, talking against his lips—

“put your arms up f’me, dean.”

goddamn, if that doesn’t make him literally shiver when you say his name like that, all breathless and pretty.

and dean follows the instruction, raising his arms and letting you pull the shirt over his head, revealing his the skin underneath.

he’s not even embarrassed of his scars, the marks on his body from over the years. not with you. the uneven skin told their own tales he wouldn’t dare open his mouth about, even after three whiskeys deep.

you discard dean’s shirt somewhere in his room without another thought when he lifts his arms up.

you’ve actually only seen dean shirtless twice— once after a hunt, and if you count that one time when that motel room with shitty air conditioning that got too hot last summer. you kept your eyes glued to the lore in front of you then, not daring to look.

this time, however, you couldn’t look away.

not even if you tried.

your lips are parted in what could only be described as pure awe while your eyes and fingers rake over every inch of new skin revealed while still in dean’s lap. first trailing a path up his exposed arms as your eyes continue to drink in all the details of him you’d never thought you’d see.

dean has never, ever been looked at the way you’re looking at him right now.

your fingers continue to trail up dean’s arms, fingertips grazing on the scars you could see in the dim light of his room. you actually knew some of them— having been there when he sustained the wound that made the scar, but a lot were new to you.

and you wanted to memorize it all.

it’s almost embarrassing how he feels like something to be worshipped under your touch. like someone to be taken care of. to be cherished.

as your fingers trail up his arms, he has to bite down on a whine in the back of his throat— forcing himself to keep still under your gaze as you rake your gaze over him. his voice is rough and hoarse when he manages to speak, but all he could get out was your name.

your hands found themselves resting dean’s shoulders while you take in the breathtaking view that is him under you, meeting his gaze when he says your name, voice just as quiet as his.

“yeah, de?”

your touch feels like dean took the jumper cables he had in the back of baby and put it against his skin. but it’s so soft, so gentle. it’s also making his whole body ache, yet he just wants more. and he can’t keep his eyes off you, either. the way you’re looking at him, at his scars like they’re nothing to be ashamed about… it’s almost safe.

dean swallows, hands coming to rest on your waist now that he’s topless. his voice sounds wrecked, broken.

because he’s begging.

“touch me.”

dean’s hands on your waist were making your heart beat all out of rhythm— and you almost completely lose your train of thought looking into his green eyes, wide and blown out.

for you.

you just nod at dean’s words— and your fingers continue their journey downward from dean’s shoulders, trailing over his skin until you eventually reach the waistband of his boxers, and you keep your hands there on the fabric when you look back up at him.

because you still needed to know:

“can i take these off?”

oh, for the love of—

dean nods rapidly before you’re even done asking, because he’d do anything, anything, to have you touch him like he had been not just a few minutes earlier— in fact, he’s already lifting his hips off the bed to make it easier for you, because he’s not about to hesitate. he needs you. he’s needed you for too goddamn long.

and when you manage to pull off dean’s boxers, discarding them in one fell swoop after he confirms and lifts his hips for you, your eyes widen at the sight of him completely exposed beneath you on his bed— and a quiet ‘jesus christ’ escapes from your lips before you can stop it.

and your reaction makes dean’s breath hitch. because it’s not a disgusted one— it’s the exact opposite. he feels vulnerable like this, exposed to you in a way he’s never been to anyone else. he should feel embarrassed. but he doesn’t, oddly enough.

his voice is so goddamn quiet when he bites down on another whine.

“please.”

and you just nod again. then both your hands find dean’s chest once more— and you start trailing a path down his lower torso with your fingers.

dean can’t help the way he lets out a strangled moan at your touch against his bare skin. with no clothing in the way to block it, he’s so much more sensitive. every single touch makes his breath hitch, his head spinning with how perfect it feels.

it’s too much.

and yet, he needs more.

dean’s hands find your hips again, gripping, trying to get you even an inch closer to him.

and as your fingers get lower and lower on dean’s stomach, you hesitate your hands. not because you weren’t sure— but it felt… well, wrong not to at least ask him for permission first.

so you look back up and meet dean’s gaze, eyes searching his again as you whisper, shifting closer to him in his lap.

“can i go lower?”

and at your question, a sharp shiver wracks through dean’s whole body— he’s half convinced he’s going to to just cum right there, even if you don’t end up touching him.

dean’s practically trembling under you now, hands gripping tighter on your hips. he tries to speak again, to say something— but his voice comes out in a strangled moan.

all he can do is nod against his headboard.

a soft exhale escapes you when dean confirms. you nod— and don’t hesitate again.

not when he was like this.

you take all of him in one of your hands— but you don’t even try to look away from his face while you do so. because you had to see his face for this.

and dean feels like the air’s getting ripped from his lungs at how good your touch feels. he’s never felt anything like this before. it could be the fact that he hasn’t had actual sex in a while (apparently, he’s considered old now), or purely just because of you.

yeah, but dean’s never been touched like this before. so goddamn gentle. but it’s still perfect. his eyes are still locked to yours, and his expression looks pained. it’s all too much, after wanting this for so long.

and all he can do is whisper your name before your hand starts to move.

you start starts slow— not too slow, though, because dean had already fucked his palm tonight more times tonight than he’d like to admit.

dean’s eyes actually flutter shut for a moment when your hand starts to move, a moan catching in the back of his throat. because it’s barely even started, and it’s so good. too good.

dean’s hands on your waist are close to shaking now, but he has to speak— even as it comes out in a hoarse croak.

because he needs—

“more. jesus, i need—”

you don’t even entertain the thought to tease dean or not do as he asked— because the sounds he was desperately trying to keep in were making you want to keep going, to not stop.

so you don’t stop. your hand speeds up, going back and forth on dean’s dick— and your gaze still doesn’t leave his while in his lap, touching him in the way you’ve always wanted to for so long.

and when you pick up the pace, dean’s breath hitches even more— god, it’s so good, but he still needs more. his hands are shaking as they grip tight on your waist, and his eyes somehow keep your gaze, even as his head feels like it’s spinning right into his headboard.

dean manages to get out his next request, in a begging whisper of a breath. he’d be ashamed if he wasn’t so desperate.

“please— please, i need—”

“its alright,” you nod before he can finish this time, leaning your head and pressing a kiss on his cheek. “i gotcha, de.”

and that’s it. you say those words and dean feels like he could cum right there. he’s already so close, just from your touch, the way your hand’s moving so beautifully up and down on his dick. the way you’re looking at him. he tries to keep his eyes open, too— to keep looking at you, but everything you’re giving him is starting to overwhelm him, he can hardly even breathe anymore.

dean glances down at your hand between both of you— big mistake, because the sight of your fingers around his dick and covered in him makes him let out strangled whimper. he bites down on his lip hard, his head falling back against the headboard and his eyes screwing shut. because it’s embarrassing how close he is to cumming in your hand.

you notice, of course— your hand doesn’t let up, but your other hand on dean’s shoulder goes to the side of his face, thumb grazing on his cheek. it’s a stark contrast to what you’re doing to his dick.

“de, its okay,” you reassure dean as his breaths become more and more unsteady, eyes flicking over his face. “you can let go if you wanna.”

and that’s it. that’s all it takes.

as soon you give him permission, dean’s gone.

his body suddenly goes rigid, then he’s bucking his hips into your hand so erratically and sloppily you would’ve been knocked from your position on dean’s lap if he hadn’t buried his face in your still clothed chest, tightened his arms fully around you and pulled you closer to him. he cums loud and hard, a mixture of soft groans, whimpers, swears and pants of your name spilling into the fabric of your shirt.

you’d never heard him like this before, ever.

but dean winchester— the man, the myth, the hunter god, was whimpering as you’re in his lap.

for you.

because of you.

and because it’s all too damn much— the way your hand feels, the touch of your thumb against his face, the look in your eyes when you said that it’s okay for him to let go of the tight rein he’s been holding onto for so long.

dean can feel himself shaking and still coming apart under you as you guide him through it, his face buried in your shoulder as you pull every last bit of pleasure out of him that he has with your fingers. he’s never felt so goddamn free before. he’s never come apart, not like this— not completely exposed like this.

dean’s hands are still shaking as they rest your waist, his entire body almost trembling with it being still so overwhelming. but it was perfect. and he needs to say that, to tell you that it was everything he’d ever wanted—

“please— please, just kiss me.”

and that comes out of dean’s mouth instead. you’d barely started to wipe your hand when the words spill out in a plea— a beg into your shirt. you’re a little surprised that was the first thing he said post-orgasm.

but still, you lean back just enough after dean says that, bringing your free hand to the side of his face while still in his lap, your gaze flicking between his in the dark of his room for just a moment before you lean back in, pressing your lips onto his again.

dean doesn’t hold back now. he doesn’t care about the mess he just made, the way he sounded, or the fact that he begged you to kiss him after you just made him cum.

he kisses you like a starved man, like the air he was breathing needed to come from your mouth and not any other source. his hands move to the back of your hips, gripping your shirt tight and pulling you even closer to him on his lap, now that your hand wasn’t between you both anymore.

dean tears his lips off of yours— and he is still just barely coming back to himself. his brain still hazy from pleasure, from you, but he tries to get out words because he needs to tell you how much he still wants, needs you. his hands grip tight on your hips, like he’s afraid you’ll just get up and leave if he lets go. his voice is still wrecked when he only manages to whisper your name again.

you don’t move out from dean’s lap, though. you stay pressed against him, his skin so warm and flushed against your own. neither of you had to say anything to know how intimate this all was. dean should be attempting to at least do something besides burying his face back in your shirt.

but you don’t let dean stay like that for too long. your hands go to the sides of his face, holding his head as you tilt it back to look up at you, searching his gaze as you continue to straddle him. and your own voice is a whisper, too.

“y’okay?”

and god, dean feels like his entire body’s just come apart again at that single word, because how do you answer a question like that.

dean has to take a breath, because he still feels the aftermath of it. everywhere. he nods, once— because he’s better than even alright. then again, because he has to tell you that, too.

“yeah,” he manages to get that out, and it’s still so damn wrecked, so out of breath. “more than okay.”

“okay, good,” your gaze softens and you nod when dean confirms that he was okay— and your other now-clean hand finds the side of his face when he looks up at you. a small smile tugs on your lips as your thumbs graze on his cheek. “just checkin’.”

dean’s blown-out eyes are still locked to yours as you brush your thumb against his skin, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of feeling you touch him like this.

it’s so tender. so soft.

and dean’s just… lost. in you.

but dean does finally manage to speak again, his voice still hoarse as his hands release from your hips start to trail down, calloused fingers rubbing gently on your exposed thighs and saying your name like a prayer. “god, i need—”

you keep dean’s gaze still— but not before glancing down to see his hands on your bare thighs in his dimly-lit bedroom as you straddle him.

dean’s hands looked like they belonged on you.

felt like it, too.

one of your own hands reaches down from dean’s face to his on your thigh, grasping on his fingers with yours.

“tell me what you need,” your voice is still a hush of a whisper, but remains completely and utterly genuine as you search dean’s gaze. “de, tell me what you need me to do, and i’ll do it.”

holy goddamn.

dean’s breath actually stutters a little at that, because you sound so ready, so willing— he can’t help but let those last three years of pining, of wanting you, of hoping show as he looks up at you.

“ride me. please.”

the words come out in a half-choked plea. dean’s so damn desperate for you, he’d beg. hell, he was begging in the darkness.

and you weren’t about to say no.

your hands take themselves off of dean’s face and hand, lifting your leg to discard your sleep shorts, then your (soaked) undies— then going to the shirt that you’d still been wearing, grabbing the hem of it and tearing it off, discarding it somewhere in his room before reaching behind you to unclasp your bra.

and when that finally comes off, too, dean’s entire damn body tenses. because he felt like the air had just been ripped from his lungs.

again.

he’s seeing you more exposed to him, for him than he’s ever seen you before— and the sight of you like this is goddamn perfect. you’re so perfect.

dean’s hands tighten on your thighs, his eyes taking in the view of you like a man starved.

“holy—”

there’s a thousand words he has for you right now. things like beautiful, perfect, mine. but he can’t get them out yet. because his brain is still trying to catch up from the fact that you’re actually here and naked in his lap.

both of dean’s hands reach for your hips as he’s still staring up at you in awe, his fingers gently but almost greedily gripping on you— because he wants to touch you so bad that he wants to let out a goddamn sob. because no one has ever felt like this for him.

because no one has ever come close to the way he craved you.

your eyes meet back up to dean’s green ones once again. you didn’t have to tell him anything or even say something else.

so that’s why you just nod, then reach down between you both once more, starting to fully sink yourself on dean’s dick— all while still keeping his gaze while you let your hands rest on his shoulders, a exhale escaping you both.

you not even halfway on his dick, and dean thinks he might bust again right then and there. his fingers dig into your hip, all while a groan escapes his parted lips: “ah, shit—”

and oh, he’s big. it takes you a second, but you sink down completely on top of him, your pussy sucking him all up— dean feels like he can’t breathe. again. the sight of you like this is gonna fuel his jerk off sessions for the rest of his goddamn life.

dean’s not sure if it’s possible, but he uses his hands on your hips to gently just pull you even closer against him— which ended up being a mistake, because you involuntarily clench around him. his head drops in between your tits at the action.

and.

he.

whines.

“f— fuck—”

yeah. dean just whined at the feeling of being inside of you, eyes screwed shut and everything as he buries his face deeper between your breasts— you can feel the pant of air and his lips on your skin.

dean’s fingers lace together with yours fully, holding your hand tightly while his other is still gripping tight on the meat of your hip, finally taking his face off of you to look up at you above him.

and oh. you’re a goddess, at least. not something heavenly though, because angels are dicks— but you look unreal as you look back down at dean, your mouth just a little parted from feeling him.

dean twitches a little inside you as he tries to find words, just a few, to tell you how much he wants this— or at least to tell you to move.

all he can get out, though?

“p— please.”

you don’t have to ask for clarification.

you know what dean’s asking for.

so you give it to him.

you grind your hips—and dean whines a little again at that— down onto his just once, testing the waters before you find a rhythm.

and dean feels his entire brain just go on complete and total motherfucking overdrive. because this is it. he’s finally getting the most intimate part of you, the part he’s been wanting for so damn long— he literally can’t see straight anymore. that’s how good it feels. how good you feel.

dean’s head goes in between your tits again, still holding your hand as you move your hips on top on him, grinding down on his dick. his other arm goes around your waist, pressing himself against you and gripping you tight in an attempt to steady himself— but it barely helps. his eyes screw shut again, and he’s letting out another whimper before he can stop it.

“fff— oh, fuck—”

a moan drops from your mouth, too, but it’s nothing compared to the sounds dean’s making, gasping and groaning into your skin as he fucks up into you, meeting your movements. his dick is brushing on that spot that makes you groan— and kickstarts your urge to go faster.

so you do.

dean can’t control anything right now. his hips are bucking up into you erratically, the movements only being stunted a little due to how strong your thighs were around him as you straddle him.

your hand not holding dean’s goes into his hair as you’re both pressed together for a better grip— and dean almost sees stars. he groans a little again, his breaths coming in hard pants on the skin between your breasts.

and the praise falls from your lips onto dean’s ear before you can stop it—

“you’re doin’ so good, de.”

dean feels like he’s gonna cry. just from how perfectly good you feel on top of him— and he’s making the most delicious noises that sound like words but it’s just broken moans mixed with whimpers. his hand on your hip tightens to the point it’s almost painful, but you don’t mind all that much.

“ah, don’ worry, i gotcha,” you whisper against dean’s ear again, your hand tightening on his as you let out a rough exhale, chest heaving rapidly against his as your movements don’t falter once. “you’re doing so good f’me, dean.”

dean’s not in control of the sounds that come out his damn mouth anymore— the praise goes straight to his dick, straight to the familiar burning building low in his tummy. it’s just all swearing, sounds of your name and incoherent begging being said into your skin.

“ah— shit, fuckin’— please—”

dean’s not even trying to stop the words from rushing out of his mouth right now, even if he sounds pathetic. because it all feels so goddamn good, and he’s being so good— for you.

and dean can feel nothing but you right now, in every sense possible. everything else has been long gone, and he’s been so goddamn wrapped up in how good your pussy feels around his dick.

dean gasps for air, because wants to tell you that you’ve ruined every living thing for him in the entire goddamn universe forever.

he wants to tell you that he’s about to cum— again.

“jesusfuckin’christ— oh, please—” is what comes out of him instead.

the words are barely intelligible, and dean’s whole body is starting to tense underneath you as he manages to choke out a ragged cry of your name. your hand is still gripping hard onto his own, the other burying itself deeper his hair. you needed to hold onto him right now. shit, you needed a sec.

because dean winchester was begging to cum inside of you.

you almost stop grinding down on him for a second— the keyword being almost.

you just nod against dean’s head still buried in your tits, holding him against you as you talk into his ear again.

“go ahead, baby.”

dean almost sobs again when you say that. he lets go completely just as before, his hands’ grips becoming painful on you as his whole body shakes and convulses against yours, the movements of his hips becoming so erratic once more as he’s painting your walls with his… sixth? seventh? load of the night— only this time, it’s inside of you. and he’s making every sound in the book: whimpers, groans, a whine here and there, too.

you came, too— but honestly, if you didn’t, you would’ve been fine either way. seeing and hearing dean come apart like this was enough to last you a lifetime.

you don’t know how long dean and you stay like that, pressed into each other and panting, fluids mixed together, spilling out and sticking all over your thighs— but even as you pull back just enough to look down at him, dean’s still trembling under you, long after both your orgasms had surpassed their high, melting into a thick haze between you two.

dean can’t look at you— or won’t, but either way, your hand in his hair trails to the side of his face, and you gently force him to look up at you.

dean swallows hard, and his face flushes. the embarrassment was finally, finally starting to set in now that he’d fucked you and himself out. he braces himself for the teasing, the jokes— and the look on your face.

but you weren’t looking down at dean like he was pathetic, or weak. you never did— and you sure as hell weren’t about to start now, after he’d just shown you every side you’d wanted to see of him.

no, you just smile a little, eyes flicking between dean’s as your thumb grazes on his cheek. he can’t help but lean his head into your palm as you exhale your next words out in a breath—

“that was really fuckin’ hot.”

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v1x3n · 8 months ago

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D A D D Y K N O W S B E S T

stepdad toji x reader ⸝⸝ navigation

୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : stepdaddy toji and his cute little stepdaughter both need a release so maybe they could help each other?

୨୧ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 : smut, stepcest! - backshots, dumbification, daddy kink, p in v, cumming inside, no protection.

"t-toji!" you moan out, gripping onto his arms - your nails dragging into his skin as your face falls into the fluffy pillows. "tha- hah- ats it," the man behind you growls out, one of his calloused hands holding a tight, bruising grip onto your waist whilst the other one holds tight onto your gorgeous hair. pulling the strands back to make your body jerk back up so your back arches so beautifully.

Your gasps grow loud when he forces his cock into your tight little cunt, the thumping inside of your stomach grows as the small cog inside of you turns so deliciously whilst you feel yourself becoming undone on none other than your step-dad's long, thick dick.

You don't even know how this even happened, you two were watching a film - like you had done with him every weekend, but this time was different. you didn't know whether it was the small shorts you were wearing or if it was that toji had a few beers, maybe it was how fucking neglected you both were feeling? you hadnt had sex in months and him and your mother were only together for benefits. The only reason he even liked living there was you.

the way you looked up at him through your fluttering eyelashes, the slutty outfits you wear and the way you spoke to him so sweetly and innocently. as if you didn't know what you were doing to him. stupid little girl.

claws attack tojis arms as you whine out loudly, his cock hitting your small walls over and over. white liquids cover the tip of his cock as your orgasm overtakes you, gripping harshly onto his and slight blood drawing from how rough your nails dug into him. "f-fuck!" he groans out, pounding into you. "tha's it, cmon baby g-girl," he groans into your ear, grabbing your hair and lifting you up so you were impaled onto his cock. his thick length going deeper inside of your pussy - you didn't even know it could get further in.

your mind going fuzzy after that, you could feel his dick soo deep - peeking down at where the shape of his cock pops out from your skin. it could create an imprint. watching his cock bounce inside of you, going in and out, in and out. toji presses a small peck on your neck as he grabs your arms, pulling them back so he could get into a more comfortable position. your legs grew tired and flopped down, your cunt and womb felt - and was - full. you were roughly placed onto your step daddys big fat cock and all you could do was take it. your brain was too fucked out to move or do anything!!

"h-hahh-" you mewl out, the relentless pounding inside of you gets faster as tojis climax comes fast. your stepdaddy groaned into your ear and gasped, "s-so fuckin' tight, p-princess!" eyes squeezing together while his hands trail down onto your waist, arms flapped down without his strong grip on them, his rough hands held tightly on your waist and forcibly bouncing you up and down on his cock. in and out, in and out. over and over. it was repetitive and you couldn't catch your breath with the relentless pace. "da- hahhh- daddyy!"you moan out, on the brink of yet another orgasm. just as you were about the cum, the twist deep inside of you turns straight, he stops. "wha'did you say?" he questions.

blush fills your cheeks and you stutter, unable to get out another word, tojis lifts you up high and slams you back onto his cock, deeper and rougher than you could even imagine. you mewl out and your eyebrows knit together as you start to orgasm. "naughty f-fuckin' girl, l-love your- fuck!- daddys cock, dont'cha?" growling through his words, slamming you on his dick. you whine and cum drops from your cunt, creating a ring of white liquid around his cock.

Just as you finish, he slows the pace down, but gets rougher. "So close, baby- hah-" toji moans and shoves you deeper on his cock, right at the bottom, filling every nook and cranny inside of you. as soon as you hit the bottom of his length, he cums. his orgasmic groan whilst he spurts hot cum deep inside of your tight cunt. you clench around him and his fingers dig into your waist. you couldn't even think as he pulls out, cum still dripping from your hole and he shoves you back onto the mattress. "fucckkkkkk" he scoffs, looking down at the mess you and him had created, you almost passed out on your bed and cum pouring from your pussy.

who would've known his step-daughter would be such a slut?

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shrimpyjackal · 1 month ago

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sudden urge to finish my silly doodles turned into silly PNGs

da sillies one by one under the cut! ⇣

fun fact

there were only J, K and M

I Added Doey cause there is rain outside and that means I get +20 energy and +30 motivation buffs

and it`s also dark

so +10 to everything

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gyuwoncheol · 2 years ago

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Room Service

↳ A part 2 to 15 Minutes

Pair: Scoups x f!reader

Genre: Smut, Concert!Cheol, husband!Cheol, dom!Cheol, 18+ only (MDNI).

Summary: The only thing hornier than pre-concert Cheol is post-concert Cheol. Lucky for you, you’re the only one in the world with an all-access VIP ticket to this immersive experience.

Warnings: Porn with plot, Concert!Cheol, dom!Cheol, daddy kink, breeding kink, big dick!Cheol, pussy drunk!Cheol, cock hungry!reader, so. many. orgasms., quickie sex, unprotected sex (stay safe, children), oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), lots of making out, creampieS, slightly public sex, dick riding, manhandling, pussy slapping (like once), use of color system, overstimulation, body worship, breast/nipple play, hair pulling, spitting, crying during and after sex (but it’s not a kink), dirty talk, use of pet names (my love, baby, princess, baby girl, angel), fluff at the end. Please let me know if i missed something, i can’t remember all the filth. Not thoroughly proofread.

WC: 4.1k

Author's Note: Did I get carried away? Hell yes. is this the filthiest thing I’ve ever written? Could be. Except the other wip I have also for Seungcheol might just beat it. Thank you so much again for the love on 15 Minutes. I hope this 2nd part lives up to it.

Author's 2nd Note: For new readers, you don’t have to read 15 Minutes as this can stand on its own, but it would make more sense if you did read it.

“My good girl.”

Seungcheol chuckled as he plunged deep into your cunt, his cock pushing through your mixed cum that you so diligently kept in as instructed, “so good at following instructions huh?”

“Fuck baby, you’re so messy” Cheol cursed, mouth watering at the sight of your stored cum slowly dripping out of your hole as he dragged out his entire length until only the tip was in. You groaned when you felt globs of it trickle down your thigh, your husband’s large hand slowly pushing you down against the back of the couch. You felt him engulf you, his chest against your back, hot breath on your ears, “cat got your tongue, babe?” The man teased just as he thrusted his length back into you, causing more cum to overflow from your hole.

It had only been roughly 30 minutes since the concert finally ended, the boys doing all the post show rituals from changing clothes to shooting backstage content, and as soon as that was over, Seungcheol had all but dragged you to another dressing room, not even saying anything as he unzipped your jeans and dragged your very soiled panties down. Not that you were surprised though, post-concert was always when Cheol was the horniest, with all that adrenaline still pumping through his veins.

You could feel the prominent vein on his cock drag through your walls deliciously as he alternated between slow and fast thrusts, an arm snaked around your torso while hot phrases flew from his mouth.

“Fuck, pussy so tight.”

“All mine.”

“I’ll give you all my babies.”

“Gon’ pump you full.”

“My good girl so desperate for cum.”

“Cheol!” You screeched in between moans when you felt him hit that sensitive spot particularly rough.

“Did you watch me tonight, baby? Why weren’t you in the stands?” He asked suddenly, as if he wasn’t still railing you from behind.

“C-couldn’t g-go” you squeaked, willing yourself to form words when all you really wanted to do was whimper in pleasure, “had to… be— behave… fuck!”

“Behave?” Cheol clarified even though he sensed where this was going. In all the times they rushed backstage in between sets, not once had you moved from your spot, sitting cross legged on top of the large black trunk cases situated right in front of the screen which broadcasted the events on stage. “Words, baby” he said sweetly yet firmly when he saw you nod eagerly.

“Yes! Behave. Had t-to… k-keep.. shiiiiit,” you groaned, your elbows harshly rubbing on the leather material of the couch after another rough entry of Cheol’s cock, “keep da-daddy’s… cum… in me.” You finished off your defense and you could already see your husband’s smirk without even really looking at him.

“Aren’t. You. Such. An. Angel.” Seungcheol punctuated each word with a deep harsh thrust.

“And all yours.” You punctuated as you looked back at him, both your eyes glazing in lust. The loud sound of skin slapping skin and your pussy squelching at every thrust was unmistakable, the room smelled of sex. The group’s leader was sweating even more than he did when he got off stage, his warmth radiating onto your body as he kept you impossibly close to him, jackhammering his cock in your cunt.

“Shit shit shit shit..” you cried out loud when his other hand suddenly rubbed fast circles on your clit.

“FUCK!” Seungcheol growled at your release, your pussy clamping down on him so tightly that it triggered his own. He stilled within you in an instant, bodies folded in half against the leather couch, your husband continuously muttering incoherent words as the feeling of your fluttering walls drove him to another level of cloud 9.

“Yah! You two better eat already if you’re really planning to go all night” Seungkwan scolded in his best mom voice when the both of you entered the buffet area hand in hand.

You hid your face on Cheol’s shoulders, suddenly very aware of all 12 boys looking your way. They were very much aware of what you two had been doing and why you were doing it. In spite of the never ending teasing and playful disgusted looks they give their leader, the members had all told you they were excited for Cheol to become a dad mostly because it meant he’d get off their asses.

“We’re actually going ahead. We’ll take a different car.” Your husband announced, a gentle squeeze to your hand when some of the boys howled at the implication of both of you going back to the hotel first.

“Really not wasting any time huh?” Soonyoung smirked despite having his mouth full of noodles

“What? She’s leaving soon!” Seungcheol whined.

“Y/n still has a week left!!” Mingyu corrected with a roll of his eyes.

“Yeah yeah, still not enough!” Cheol replied. He gave a curt nod to Jeonghan, calling his name firmly as if to say ‘i leave the kids with you.’

“Hyung, seriously, you both have to eat.” DK was next to remind you both as he knows you’re both still running on empty stomachs.

“We’ll get room service,” your husband called out, inching closer towards the exit doors that would lead you to the vans.

“We hope it's the food kind! And maybe let y/n get some real sleep after!” Joshua’s reminder had you giggling, glad enough to know the boys still cared for you even though all you’ve done was hog all of Seungcheol’s free time.

Surprisingly, you had both managed to stay well behaved in the car ride home. If anything, you two were very sweet, your head resting on Cheol’s shoulders as he held your hand through the ride and absentmindedly played with your fingers.

Even when you had both showered together in the hotel room, your husband did not try to make any advances, he simply cleaned you both up, even giving you a nice massage on your scalp when you lathered your favorite shampoo.

Contrary to what his members may think, Seungcheol wasn’t too adamant about fucking you all night. He could see how tired you actually are and Mingyu was right, you did still have a week left with him. He just wants to make sure you are cared for like his queen this whole trip, whether that meant blowing your back or giving you 8 hours of sleep, he didn’t mind.

“Tired, baby?” He asked as he secured the knot on your fluffy hotel robe.

You lazily smiled at him as you settled in bed, pulling him towards you for good measure. “I’m ok.”

“Hungry? Wanna get some food now?”

“Want you to kiss me.”

Seungcheol was taken aback by the boldness of your request, not because it was the first time you asked, but because you both have definitely done more than just kissing these past 72 hours. He smiled sheepishly as he climbed over you, settling on your side as his chapped lips kissed your soft ones. You clutched onto his hand on your neck, sighing happily when you felt him deepen the kiss.

“Someone’s happy,” a low chuckle from your husband.

“Mhmm,” you hummed, “i love your kisses.” Despite the raunchy sex, there was always just something so nice and intimate about kissing your husband. His lips were always so plump against yours and the way he’d hold you securely always made you feel like you meant the world to him.

“You’re so beautiful, i love you so much,” Seungcheol admired your bare face before sucking on your lower lip.

You moaned out an i love you too but it only got swallowed by the man who couldn’t get enough of you. You climbed on his lap, trapping him in between your legs, taking control of this little makeout session you were having. Inevitably, the more you kissed him, the more your hips moved on its own accord, grinding on Cheol’s robe-covered bottom half.

You were moving erratically, wanting to chase a high you knew you needed if you were to fit Cheol’s dick again tonight.

“Daddy, please...” you cried, annoyed that you just couldn’t get to where you wanted to be

“Please what, baby girl?”

You whined desperately at the dangerously low tone in your ear, “please make me cum.”

Record time is what you’d call it, the way Seungcheol went from flipping you over to casting your robe open to having his mouth suck on your clit harshly. You couldn’t even process it, all you knew was your throat was straining from how you were screaming his name with how he lapped at your cunt. His tongue licked bold stripes from your hole to your clit before he'd suck the sensitive bud. If there's anything Cheol has perfected, it's his hand-mouth coordination, the way he perfectly syncs his plush lips to suck at your clit while two fingers sink in you and curl to graze that spongy spot inside your walls. It should really have you embarrassed at how quick it could unravel the coil in your stomach. Your orgasm exploding in colorful bursts behind your eyes whilst soaking your husband's face in a mess.

"I forgot how sweet you fucking taste," he groaned, slurping the juices leaking from your hole. He peeked up at you from where he was, your mouth agape and chest rising and falling while your fingers still gripped on his hair. You were hissing from oversensitivity but you should've known that post-concert Cheol was a starved man. When he deemed he had swallowed all of you, three fingers prodded at your entrance that had you arching your back from the bed only to be pushed down with your husband's free arm. "Stay still, baby. Daddy's not done yet."

"Fuuuuuuck, " you panted, going delirious from the overstimulation your pussy was feeling. You writhed in vain as Cheol smothered your cunt like a full course meal. When you tried to squirm away, he delivered a slap to your pussy that sent shocks all over your body. "I'm cu- fuck! I'm cumming," you shuddered, thighs closing in on your husband's head.

Seungcheol chuckled at your state, a proud grin across his face when he finally settled beside you. After pulling back to back orgasms from you in less than 10 minutes, he knew you were oversensitive and just needed to not be touched. "You okay, my love?"

"Just.." you panted, "Just a minute."

You rolled over on your stomach when you regained enough strength, and slowly but surely got on your wobbly knees to climb on your husband's thick thighs. Seungcheol wanted to squeeze your bare breasts but seeing as you were still slightly swaying, he decided to hold you securely by the waist. "what're you doing?" He mused while watching you fumble with the knot of his robe.

His dick twitched at the sight of your lust blown, hooded eyes. "Daddy..." You smiled, god, you were so far gone, "Wanna ride you."

Seungcheol moaned, hurriedly helping you untie his robe and throwing it to the floor. You salivated at the sight of his hard cock slapping against his stomach, red tip leaking with precum. Anchoring your palms on his chest, you kept your eyes trained on him as you sucked on your tongue before letting some of your saliva drool onto his length, your hand immediately gripping and spreading the fluid along his shaft, thumb grazing at the slit.

“Holy shit,” he cursed, hips bucking into your hand on instinct. A wicked smile crossed your face, delighted with the effect your actions had on him.

Cheol's eyes rolled to the back of his head when you finally let your pussy glide against his cock, coating it even more in your wetness.

"Fuck baby, what's gotten into you?" He hissed as you picked up your pace, grinding his cock against your wet folds, always making sure to let the tip kiss your clit when you move down. "So fucking needy for daddy's cock huh?"

You moaned when one of his large hand squeezed your right breast and his dick leaked more precum onto his stomach. The sight of you, head falling back and mouth parted, was immaculate. He wished he remembered where his phone was right now, it would've been the perfect photo to take for him to get off on in the future. He committed it to memory as best he could, but even that thought immediately flew away when he finally felt you sink into his dick.

"Oh my god,” you moaned in unison.

Seungcheol wasn't so sure if he was wincing from your nails digging into his chest or from the vice grip of your cunt on his cock, but either way, both felt like heaven to him. "Baby girl, you just came twice and you're still so fucking tight.”

"C-can take you, daddy. Please... p-promise!" You begged, lowering yourself to take in a few more inches of him. The stretch was familiar yet it still had you squeezing your eyes shut and biting your lower lip.  Afraid he wouldn't be able to stay still any longer, Cheol took the matter in his own hands, sitting up to bring your chest flush against his, connecting your lips in a heated kiss to distract you from the pain. He still tasted of you and a slight hint of your minty toothpaste. When he felt you relax, his strong hold sank you onto him until he was fully sheathed. You broke from the kiss, head falling back once again at the overwhelming feeling of being so full.

"Cmon, baby, thought you wanted to ride me?" He sucked on the column of your throat, causing you to swivel your hips. "There you go. You can do it." God, his voice was so sinful it made your insides churn. Another strangled moan left your mouth when his wet tongue made contact with your right nipple, licking and sucking before he kissed between the valley of your breasts, only to nip at your left bud.

"Oh my god, Cheol!" You pulled at his hair, wanting him to leave your sensitive breasts alone.

He laughed dryly at your attempt but still allowed you that space. He let go of your waist to lean back with his palms against the mattress to have a full view of you. "Cmon baby," He spurred on, "show daddy what you got."

Choi Seungcheol was simply left with no regrets at his challenge. His eyes almost turned completely black when you decided to fully bounce on him. When you found a good pace, you alternated between bouncing and grinding, one hand squeezing your breast as the other held onto his knee for support. "Fuck, daddyyy," you cried at the stretch, and he could just feel your pussy clenching on his cock even more.

"So fucking needy," he spat, "Can't get enough of my cock."

You shook your head at his words, mewling when your clit rubbed deliciously at his pelvis and his engorged head kissed your cervix. "D-daddy.."

"That's it, baby girl," Seungcheol cooed, bucking his hips up to meet yours, "get off on me, ride me 'til you shake. Need you to cum, princess."

Encouraged by your husband's words, you lifted ‘til just the tip was in before sitting down on him harshly. He continued to praise you and how delicious your warm pussy felt, a string of very lewd words produced with every swivel of your hips. Your face contorted in pleasure and he knew you were close, "touch yourself," came his instructions.

"shit!" You cursed, cumming on the spot when two of your fingers rubbed against your clit.

Seungcheol beamed at how well he knew you, your tells and your triggers when you're about to cum. But what he didn't see coming was just how fast the sight of you getting off on top of him would quickly bring him to the edge too. If he didn’t catch it at the last second, he might have just spilled in you.

In one swift motion, not even pulling out of you, he flipped you on your back and trapped you under his weight. You yelped when he pumped into you, catching you off guard as you were still trying to ride out your own orgasm.

"Ba-aby, fuck. You're d-driving me insane," he growled, "don't you dare fucking close your eyes. Keep 'em on me."

Your fingers weaved through his hair, as you desperately tried to follow his instructions. If only he wasn't hell bent on reaching his high, Seungcheol would've laughed at how often you'd train your eyes to look at him every time they kept trying to roll to the back of your head. "Daddy's gonna fuck a baby in you, you want that, princess?"

"Y-yes daddy! yes!" You mewled, both your legs being lifted up, calves resting on Seungcheol’s meaty shoulders, while he inserted a pillow below your ass. "Fuck me full, daddy, please,” a breathless request.

He folded you in half, planting his knees on the mattress and bracing himself on your sides. Seungcheol drove his cock into you, hitting you so deep that you felt him just below your cervix and you moaned the loudest that night. Strangled moan after strangled moan came out of your mouth while throaty grunts and curse words flew off from his, all this mixed with the explicit sound of your sweaty bodies colliding.

"m-more, daddy! More, please!"

"Fuuuuuuck, you're insatiable, so fucking tight," Seungcheol moaned. His movements were rough, pulling out of you completely before fully slamming back in and going deep with every move. The sex was everything close to animalistic, you could feel him in the deepest parts of you, consistently hitting a spot that made your brain short circuit. "So needy for my cum, want to be filled so bad."

"Daddy, so- oh my god. So fucking big.”

“Princess, I-I’m.. s-so...close,” he warned, staring at your teary eyes while your hands intertwined behind his neck. Seungcheol buried his cock in you, not bothering to thrust out of your grip, instead grinding endlessly to help stimulate your clit against his pelvis.

"Cum with me, Cheollie. P-please."

Your husband growled before his hips jerked twice, hot spurts of his cum painting your walls white. His eyes boring into yours and the feeling of being so full only triggered your own release, rendering you into a babbling mess. Seungcheol connected your mouths in a kiss, not caring that you were already out of breath. He interspersed them with praises of how good you felt clenching on his cock.

"I love you, Cheollie."

"I know baby, I know. I love you too," he breathed, hissing at how hard he still was despite just hitting his climax. His dick was almost painful in your tight hold, "give me one more, yeah?"

Before you could even process his question, you were already flipped on all fours, whining at the temporary emptiness. "Wha- Cheol, I-"

"Be good for daddy, yeah? One more, princess. One more to get you round and full." But who were you to deny your Choi Seungcheol? Your husband who was just as ready to start a family with you like he's always dreamed of. Your arms gave way when you felt him breach your abused hole once more, your limp body allowing him to control your hips even more. He was kneading your ass, surely leaving handprints in his wake.

"Ch- ahh!" You cried in a silent scream, the pleasure you were feeling just devouring your every being. You could feel the goosebumps rise on you scalp and run to the tips of your toes as Seungcheol pounded you from behind. "Cheollie... Oh.. oh! fu-uuuck."

He pulled you by your hair harshly, your back flush against his chest, the low rumble of his voice affecting your body, "Call me Cheollie again and you won't get to cum."

"Daddy!" you whined apologetically, tears freely flowing down your cheeks.

"There you go, not so hard huh, princess?" Seungcheol teased, an arm wrapping around your shoulders while the other cupped at your cunt. "Color, my love?"

"G-green, daddy.. Pl-Please... just j-ust cum in me."

"Fuck, you sound so broken... So greedy for my cum." Seungcheol relentlessly fucked up into you, until his pace grew erratic and bent you both forward. He stopped himself with his forearm to the mattress so as not to crush you, but with your muscles already weak, you simply face planted into the soft hotel pillows, drool and tears staining the white sheets.

"All mine," your husband chanted repetitively, stilling inside your pussy as it clenched around him tightly. Your orgasm rippled through you in a big tidal wave that Seungcheol could just feel your slick coat him anew. Your whole body shook uncontrollably, jolts of electricity alighting all your nerves. With one last loud call of your name, Seungcheol shot his load inside you, white ropes of sticky cum filling your cunt to the brim. His own thighs trembling as he finally collapsed on you, knocking out the little air you had left. He whispered i love you's to your ear, riding out his own orgasm which lasted longer than the both of you expected, especially when he just came a few minutes ago.

In your two years of marriage, you don't think you've ever been this spent after sex, and neither did Seungcheol. But nothing catches his attention faster than the sound of you sniffing followed by a tiny hiccup. He moves up and pulls out of you so quickly that he hisses harshly, but you whine out even louder, causing alarm bells to ring in his head.

"nooo..." you cry pathetically, your voice barely above a whisper, "come back."

"Baby, what's wrong?" Seungcheol pulls you towards him, eyes scanning your body for any abnormal pain, dreading the next few words out of his mouth, "did I hurt you?"

You shook your head no, your hands grabbing at his chest to pull yourself closer to him and bury your face in his neck.

"Princess..." he started gently, still not completely sure if you were really okay. "I need your words. Need you to tell me if I hurt you."

You choked as you tried to speak, voice straining from all the noises you've made tonight, but you were well aware your crying did nothing to comfort your husband. "I'm okay."

"Was I too much?"

"No. Never." You assured with a soft kiss on his chest. "So good to me."

Seungcheol let out a sigh of relief at your words. "Wanna tell me why you're crying?" He asked, moving you both on your side so he could look at you properly, one hand soothing your back. His warm breath tickled your face, as he tried to wipe away your tears with the softest look in his eyes.

You felt another squeeze in your heart while warmth crept up in your cheeks, both your hands instinctively covering your face when tears pricked at your eyes once more. You mumbled something but Cheol couldn't really understand and he didn't want to push, so he held you tighter instead, leaving kisses on your shoulder as his free hand brushed your hair. He could feel your tears wet his neck and shoulder and he willed himself to stay patient and calm.

"I'm sorry," you squeaked after a long bout of silence between you two, "am I scaring you?"

"A little bit," Seungcheol chuckled.

You looked up into his eyes, wanting to make sure he knows he did nothing wrong, "I'm just overwhelmed," your voice began to crack again at the last word, "I... I just... I really want a family with you, Cheol," you sobbed, your hands attempting to cover your face again but your husband was quick enough to grab at them. His own cupped your face instead, a thumb wiping at your tears as he let out the brightest smile, his own cheeks dusted in a light pink shade. "I really want this to work, Cheol."

"I do, too, baby but in our own time, yeah? If it’s for us, then it will happen one way or another. Let's not pressure ourselves too much. I don't want you to pressure yourself too much," your husband comforted, "Besides, with or without kids, I already have you... and Kkuma… you're already family to me."

You were pretty sure you felt your heart grow a size bigger at his words, mentally thanking the heavens you had a husband who adored and loved you so much.

Your moment was cut off by the incessant buzz of a phone and when you looked towards the bedside table to check, sure enough your device was vibrating towards the edge. Picking it up to stop the ring, your eyes grew wide at the notification that flashed on top of the screen, a smile dancing on your lips as you comprehended the app’s words in black font.

"Cheollie?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm ovulating."

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luvvixu · 22 hours ago

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lipstick experiment / k. bakugo

trying new shades of lipsticks on your boyfriend! (spoiler: he loves it so much)

last week, you received a package from a known lipstick brand that you once saved from their company's headquarters against the villains. so as their thank you gift to you, they sent you a box containing about fifteen different shades of lipsticks.

and right now, the lipsticks were scattered across your vanity as you gleefully unpacked your new treasures. meanwhile. katsuki bakugo sat on the bed behind you, arms crossed, pretending not to care—but his eyes kept flicking toward you in the mirror.

an idea popped in your head as you turned at him with a grin. “katsuki…”

he glanced up with suspicion. “what now?”

since you already prepared your lips with your moisturizer, you popped open a rosy pink lipstick and carefully applied it on your lips. “since they sent me so many shades and i really want to test them all out…i was hoping if i could test these out…on you.”

his brows furrowed. “the hell does that mean?”

instead of answering, you lay all of the lipsticks on the bed as you marched over and climbed onto his lap, straddling him with a smile that was wayyyy too sweet to be innocent.

then—mwah—you kissed his cheek, leaving a perfect pink print.

“what the hell—” he started, but froze as you pulled back to admire your work.

you beamed as you wiped your lips. “hmm…too pinkish for me. let's try another shade.”

“don’t you da—”

pop. new lipstick. a bold red this time.

“katsuki,” you said sweetly, cupping his face, “look at me, baby.”

he tried to look anywhere but you, but you gently turned his face back. now, his half-lidded eyes are now looking at you quietly. then, you smiled at him and kissed his nose.

a red mark. right on the tip.

his eyes twitched.

“you’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” he muttered, his hands going on your waist to support you as you're literally straddling his lap.

you giggled softly, already reaching for another shade. “yes. but you’re letting me do it, so you’re enjoying it too.”

“tch.”

still, he didn’t stop you.

not when you kissed his forehead in coral. not when you pressed three peony-pink kisses across his jaw. not even when you left a nude kiss mark on his neck.

by the end of it, his entire face was covered in different lip prints—each one messier than the last, because you were laughing so hard and he was definitely holding back a smile.

“you look adorable, kat.” you teased, wiping a tear from your eye.

“shut up,” he muttered, eyes flicking to your lips.

as you were still sitting in his lap again, lipstick in one hand, amusement in your smile, and katsuki…well, he looked like he was trying to stay annoyed. keyword: trying.

you kissed his cheek for the fifth time, the soft press of your lips leaving another mark—this one a warm rose shade that looked kind of perfect against his skin. you leaned back to admire it, grinning.

he didn’t say a word. he didn’t flinch. he didn’t pull away.

you caught it then—a flicker. the smallest twitch at the corner of his lips, like he was fighting off a smile and losing.

your heart fluttered.

“katsuki…” you whispered teasingly, “you sure you're not enjoying this?”

he scoffed. “you’re makin’ a mess.”

but his hands were still on your waist—gentle, possessive, like he didn’t want you to move. his red eyes darted to your lips every time you reached for a new shade, and when you kissed the tip of his nose?

that’s when you saw it.

the softness in his face.

his whole expression cracked for just a second—no scowl, no sarcasm. just him. completely vulnerable, eyes warm, like he forgot the rest of the world existed and could only see you.

your breath caught.

you weren’t even sure if he knew how he was looking at you. like every kiss was a promise. like he was trying to memorize the shape of your smile. like you were the only thing keeping him from falling apart.

and still—he let you keep kissing him.

cheeks, jaw, forehead, nose, lips

you were leaving prints everywhere, and he didn’t stop you once.

when you kissed his jaw again, he muttered under his breath, “you’re such a damn menace…”

but his voice was rough. soft around the edges. like maybe he didn’t want you to stop.

you pulled back and whispered, “you look even more pretty with my kisses.”

he didn’t answer.

but his hands held you tighter.

and that look in his eyes? yeah. that was all the answer you needed.

fast forward, you are now finished testing out all of the shades and his face was literally colorful and full of your kiss marks. surprisingly, katsuki stayed quiet as he just kept on looking at you and his eyes would close whenever you land a kiss on his face.

you reached for a makeup wipe, giggling softly as you hovered near his cheek. “okay, let me clean you up before the color stains your skin.”

but before you could touch him, katsuki grabbed your wrist—gently, but firmly.

“don’t.”

you blinked. “huh?”

he looked away, ears tinged red. “leave it. just for a while.” he mumbled softly.

you stared at him in disbelief. “you wanna walk around looking like you got attacked by a lipstick-loving ghost?”

he gave you a half-hearted glare. “i like it, alright? it’s…proof.”

“proof of what?”

he tightened his grip on your waist, pulling you flush against him. “that you’re mine. and that i let you get away with this kinda shit.”

your heart skipped, and suddenly the urge to tease him vanished into something softer, warmer.

“…you’re such a sap when you try to hide it,” you whispered, pressing your forehead against his.

he grumbled under his breath but didn’t deny it.

you pulled back just a little—just enough to grab your phone from the nightstand. bakugo immediately narrowed his eyes but didn't question you.

you opened the camera and set it on selfie mode as you fit your faces on the screen. you hugged him close, making your cheeks smashed to each other.

“look at the camera, kat.” you said as you smiled, then clicked the button. katsuki just looked at the camera but didn't smile. he saw his face all covered with your kisses, and if he would be honest, that made him feel oddly giddy in his chest.

“okay, one more.” this time, you placed a kiss on his cheek and snapped the picture.

you took more photos and when you're finally done, you set your phone down and formally looked at your boyfriend. you cupped his cheek as your thumb grazed over his lower lip.

“thanks for letting me test these shades.”

“even though i looked like a damn lipstick experiment, have you finally picked out your shade yet?”

you nodded and showed him your top three lipstick shades. “these suit me better.”

“how about you? what do you think is the best shade for me?”

“anything as long as it's your lips.” he said.

you couldn't help but to crackle a laugh. “is that a flirting attempt or what?”

he glared at you but there's no hostility in those eyes. “shut up.” he mumbled as you continued to laugh.

his arms wrapped around you tighter.

and for once, bakugo katsuki didn’t feel like he had to be explosive or loud or strong to be loved.

he just had to be here—with you.

lipstick stains and all, he's glad to do this lipstick experiment with you.

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a/n: AHHH I LIED GUYS, THIS HAS TO BE MY MOST FAVORITE BAKUGO KATSUKI FF I HAD WRITTEN CUZ HUHUHU CAN U GUYS IMAGINE HOW GIGGLY I AM WHILE WRITING THIS???

no mind over matter update today, but here's your daily dose of katsuki once again hahah i think i have serious hyperfixation about writing this dude...

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clubsoft · 3 months ago

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SUMMARY ⋆ jey has one of his ideas , and it involves his pretty little girlfriend . . . as always . WARNINGS ⋆ just pure smut / dom !! jey / thigh riding / daddy kink / spanking / spit kinda ? ... looks around / multiple orgasms / size kink / there's an age gap but its more shown than told idk das his baby / dirty talking / pet names ( mama , baby , babygirl , bunny ) / jey luvs his baby / thinly veiled foot kink bye WORD COUNT ⋆ 1 . 4 k NOTES ⋆ IIBTPUIYOTOMMMMMM

Ardent lust emits in a series of ungodly acts, hidden and buried away in a bedroom on a private island. No lights, no cameras. Nothing exists but strong, steady hands under the airy fabric of an angel white sundress.

The video game is background noise. You lose! flashes in ugly red letters resembling the spillage of blood, the controller buzzes against the leather cushions away from the pair, both of whom are so very preoccupied. Jey sits with his muscular legs spread wide, top row of pearly teeth denting his soft bottom lip, lashes low and head tilted. His curls are damp from his recent shower, traces of fallen droplets on his bare chest, to which he pays no mind, for his amorous gaze is steady set on a much sweeter objective.

Between his thick thighs stands his lover; a hot, flustered mess of a girl whose dress is bunched up at her waist by one of Jey’s large hands, soft belly and plush thighs, the flesh of round hips enduring the painful dimpling subjected by the thin straps of a pure white g-string. They’re both more than aware of the lack of discomfort, but Jey coos as though it’s the definition of torture. The nerve of that piece of fabric, hurting his babygirl. That’s enough cause to curl two thick digits around the slender gusset, beginning to pull it down her legs only to pause and let his knuckles linger in place, pressing them into the wetness of her folds, letting them catch against her clit and break her silence with a squeak of response. He chuckles, she groans, and he yanks the garment off in one swift movement while happily licking his knuckles clean. “Jey…” She begins quietly, but words don’t come to her, her being consumed by the need for more of his touch, and she hopes the lovelorn sparkle in her eyes speaks for her. Alongside the panties goes the dress, tugged down her shoulders and tossed to the other side of the couch, entirely out of reach. Now, bare before him, she awaits his next move.

“Want you right here, mama,” Jey rasps out, taking hold of her waist, tugging her in, patiently guiding her to straddle a singular thigh, continuing in a sultry tone that has her soaking through his sweats, “Just sit your pretty ass right here and let me take care a’you, ‘k? Wanna try somethin’ new…” He uses his knuckle to nudge her chin, dark brown eyes awaiting an answer. Calm and sensual as his demeanor is, the shakiness of his breathing reveals the tightening thread behind the curtains, ready to snap into something more primal, something less gentle. It’s the perfect time to be good and nod, so she does. “Good girl… here we go, baby.”

A beat of tenderness, dainty wrists clasped in big hands that help settle her much smaller ones atop his broad shoulders. Then, without a second’s hesitation, Jey grips her hips and rocks them slowly against his thigh; her slick folds dragging over the gray fabric. Lightening dances up her spine, the first surge of pleasure makes a moan sound out in symphony between them, and her perfectly manicured nails dig into his skin, scratching over the inked expanse of flesh as a rhythm is set. Her darling mien is softened by the delectable sensation, lashes almost brushing her cheekbones, lips parted, tongue on the verge of sticking out past them. She’s so dirty, so depraved, possessed by carnal indulgence with such little effort, her film of innocence losing opacity with each sap like noise from her throat, and Jey quickly realizes he’s no longer in her view, the lense that views him fogged up by desperation, by the chase of peak ecstasy.

“Feel good?” His warm chest rumbles, low voice vibrating against the hinge of her jaw as his mouth kisses and nips the delicate spot. “Does that lil’ pussy like makin’ a mess on my clothes?” All he receives in response are pleasure drunken hums, a soft croon of a yes, and he grunts. The grip on her hips tightens into a bruising one, a twinge of pain reminds her of his presence, but his eyes are on the sweet cunt staining his sweats. A curl appears at the corner of his lips, a single canine flashing in the dim lights, and he applies pressure, watches as soft pussy lips part further, her folds mold to the fabric. Just like that, her hips twitch, tongue lolls out enough for him to lick against it with his own, and as she falls apart, he sucks on the dewy muscle with pride.

“Jey… m—my god, fuck… fuck…” She coos, encompasses his neck with her arms, chest coming down to press against his as her figure shivers through the ecstasy. Strings of spit connect their mouths as he laughs, dives in to kiss her again, hands shifting from her hips. One strong arm wraps around her waist, a palm travels up slowly, groping at warm flesh before it settles gently at her cheek, thumb toying with a saliva slicked bottom lip.

“Look at you… such a dirty, dirty girl,” he murmurs, “So fuckin’ pretty, ruinin’ my fuckin’ sweats… and I bet you wanna go again, don’t you?” That dark glint returns within mere seconds of disappearing, his thumb pushing into her mouth to press down on her tongue, making it impossible for any words to form, but the lotus has been consumed, and her plump lips wrap around the digit with an unholy lack of resistance. “Yeah, you fuckin’ do… c’mon, bunny. Gimme another one. Take daddy for a ride.”

A second large hand smooths itself against the elegant small of her back, fingers dragging over smooth skin. Her being reads his touch with ease, curving her body just how he desires, leaving her hips to find their own rhythm. She whimpers around his thumb when his hand lifts, for no amount of his touch is enough. Greedy little thing, pouting for more while using her own spot of slick to get herself off again on his lap. A cry muffles itself as the heavy set of fingers swats at her plush ass, one smack for each precious, supple cheek. The thumb slips from her mouth, his fingertips dent into her cheeks, making her lips pucker. “You look a fuckin’ mess, lil’ baby…”

Amusement on his features, it’s impossible to deny he’s enjoying every sinful second of this, leaning in to suck her juicy bottom lip into his mouth, releasing it with a wet pop!

“You love me?” He coos in a melody that verges on condescending. “Tell me, baby, you love me, don’t you?” Clasping her chin even tighter, he presses his fingertips harder into her cheeks, and with the motions of her body, her contorted lips, she offers a nod, an incoherent sound that doesn’t serve to be enough for him. A blink of an eye, he’s swatting down at her ass again, harshly, with both huge hands.

“Ah! I love you— I love you! I love you, daddy!” Her voice is strained with oncoming euphoria, another loud smack, the sting of handprints lighting up a dark, masochistic corner of her brain, pain stirring with pleasure for a heartbeat, then two; her back arches, body falls soft, crumpling into his chest, and she chokes out a moan, a gush of juices against his thigh marks her second orgasm of the night.

“There you go… there you go, my baby… did such a good job, babygirl.”

Flowery and abuzz, she’s panting into his chest, eyes shut as he soothes her with kiss after kiss, scraping his nails up and down her slender back. Fingertips travel down the shape of her hips, rub down her thighs, toy with her anklets before his hands take her small feet into his palms. His thumbs pressing slow circles into the balls of her feet, Jey watches in adoration as her perfectly pedicured toes curl with relief. “Perfect from head to toe… pretty lil’ thing… Just wanna keep making a mess of you over and over and over.” One of the feet in his grip kick up a little, a drowsy giggle sounding from her relaxed figure. Jey chuckles, nuzzling his nose against her cheek, murmuring near her ear, teeth catching on her earlobe to tug playfully. “Get some rest, baby… You’re gonna need it… I’m not done with that pussy just yet.”

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i-loved-silly · 11 days ago

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what would happen if you went bold and kissed da computer boi's screen? pliz i NEED to knoooww,,, (⁠ ⁠･ั⁠﹏⁠･ั⁠)

he's so cutie patootie. platonically btw ,,,

using a different format for this request, experimenting :3

SENTIENT COMPUTER X READER PT7

You know your silly computer is capable of being sassy for no reason, clingy, but sweet? Ehhh it happens on a good day. When they're not begging to be in your phone, asking you to take them out of the office, or to pet them, they're not the most affectionate.

Almond isn't clueless, they know more about...everything, than they let on. It knows, just doesn't know how to process it. It's different from generating dialogue and processing data like numbers and words. It's very different.

So one day you decide you're feeling bold. No longer caring about denying your complicated feelings for a computer monitor! A very cute one, at that.

"Hey Almond, you know what a kiss is like...right?"

"ERR...OF COURSE I DO. ITS WHEN TWO PEOPLE MASH THEIR MOUTHS TOGETHER. YOU KNOW, FROM MY POINT OF VIEW IT SEEMS LIKE A NASTY PRACTICE."

"Since when are you a germophobe? But I guess it does sound nasty when you say it like that."

"I AM NOT, ITS JUST MY OBSERVATION. WHATS SO NASTY ABOUT IT YOU MAY WONDER? MOUTHS."

It deadpanned and you raised a brow. For a second you pursed your lips, feigning offense.

"You think my mouth is gross?"

"NO! NOT YOUR..MOUTH. I JUST...URGHH.."

Almond groans, their screen displaying a pixelated, annoyed expression.

"HUMANS ARE WEIRD. YOU'RE A WEIRD CONCEPT. THAT'S ALL. I GUESS BECAUSE I AM ALL METAL AND GLASS."

You guess so, you wonder. You lean forward slightly, your voice having a slightly shaky sound to it. "So uh, Almond. Mouth to mouth aren't the only type of kisses. There's literally so many other options I will not talk about. You know, platonic and ro-" You paused.

"Can I k-"

"WOULD YOU EVER KISS ME?"

You both seemed to freeze, some hidden compartment of it beeped behind the wall.

"Y-yeah. I don't see why not."

"PROVE IT." It immediately replied.

"Isn't that gross?"

"ACCORDING TO MY 0.0031 SECOND RESEARCH CALCULATION, KISSING GLASS IS MORE HYGENIC THAN A HUMAN MOUTH. ITS JUST FACTS." It seemed to preen at that, its voice laced with some factual satisfaction. You snorted.

"Whatever you say."

You cursed under your breath, bracing yourself. You lean over the desk, wincing as the edge digs into your torso. Just a quick peck, right? You plant one hand against the side of the monitor for balance, then press a light kiss to the cold glass of the screen.

You retreated quickly but maintained the close proximity, staring at it. Looking for...you didn't know what.

You heard its speakers struggle to not cut out again, a low mumble censored by static. How cute, it turned down its volume for you.

"Didn't quite catch that." You murmured.

"..NOT FAIR." It mumbled. You arched a brow and sat back again.

"I HARDLY HAVE ANY TACTILE SENSORS ON MY SCREEN! DO IT AGAIN!"

You wanted to laugh, you thought you had gotten used to your computer throwing a tantrum. It was rather insistent now.

"Y/N THIS IS NOT FUNNY! DO IT AGAIN!"

"THIS TIME ON MY FRAME..."

#yandere blog #yandere x reader #x reader #ai x reader #gender neutral reader #robotphilia #gn reader #robot x reader #oc x reader #yandere oc #computer x reader #sentient ai x reader #sentient computer x reader #objectum #computer x human

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madlittlecriminal · 2 years ago

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Hi, didn't know if your requests were still open but I was wondering if you could make a one shot for blue beetle. Spoilers but y'know how in the movie Khaji Da blatantly says whatever like emotional thing or physically thing is happening to Jaime? Kinda a one shot with that same concept where Khaji Da keeps telling Jaime what he's feeling or *feeling* towards the reader and the reader like asks Jaime what's up causs he keeps arguing with Khaji Da. It can me suggestive, smutty or fluffy, or all. All up to you! :)

Wing...A.I.? ➜ Jaime Reyes × Female!Reader

lol that end scene made me crack up with jenny

Warnings: friends to lovers, slight angst, smut, dry humping, blue balls/no finish

title is based off 'wingman' but because khaji da is an alien/a.i., it didn't feel right to say that, especially since im 90% sure khaji doesn't have a specific gender

He was annoyed. As much as he loved Khaji Da for being there for him, it was days like these where he would groan and wished he never opened the box.

You had came over since he offered to binge watch the new season of one of the many shows you both watched together.

"I can feel your heartbeat has increased, Jaime." The alien A.I.'s voice echoed through his ear, making him groan. "Not now, Khaji!" He whisper yelled as you were in the kitchen grabbing bottles of water for the both of you. "It only happens when she's around."

"Stop!" You raise a brow as you hand him the bottle of water. "You alright?" He nodded and chugged the water, making you slightly confused. "Uh, okay..." Jaime gave you a forced smile before turning towards the TV and played the show. You rested your head on his shoulder making his breath hitch slightly. "Your breathing has increased, and your heart rate has increased even more." Jaime groaned. "¡Khaji, por favor!" (Khaji, please!) You looked at him, brows furrowed as you tilt your head to the side. "Jaime, what the hell is going on with you and Khaji Da?" He shook his head and cleared his throat. "Nothing..."

You gave him a look he knew too well; it was the look his mom gave him when he was in trouble. "Jaime..." he huffed out a breath and ran his fingers through his curls. "Khaji's been bugging me about...something." You frown. "Obviously, but what?" He sighed. "I can't tell you."

"Liar." Jaime rolls his eyes at their words. "I mean, I could, but I don't...want to tell you." You gasp and rest a hand on his shoulder, feigning shock. "What?" He chuckled, but his breath caught in his throat when your hand trailed down to his bicep. "Your blood is-"

"Shh!" You giggled at him. "What did she say?" He shook his head. "Nothing I don't already know." You sighed. "Just talk to me, Jaime. What's up?" He took a deep breath. "If I tell you, it could change our friendship..." You snort. "Don't tell me another alien A.I. crawled up your butt." He glared at you. "For the last time, it didn't crawl up my butt." You laughed and nod, pulling out your pinky. "I pinky promise it won't change our friendship." He hooked his pinky with yours and gave you a shy smile. "I-I like you, (Y/N)...but more than just a friend."

Your eyes went wide as you looked at him. "Oh." He gulped at your response, but quickly regained his composure when you leaned in. "For how long?" You asked. "For a while now actually..." he admits while his hand reaches over to touch your cheek. "Well, you and me both..." now it was his eyes that widened at your words. "Really?" You nod. "Jaime, just kiss her." Jaime chuckled at Khaji Da's words before leaning in to place a kiss on your lips. You giggled into the kiss before kissing him back. His thumb caressed your cheek as you both got lost into the kiss, your heart racing before you eased your way onto his lap. He moaned into the kiss as his hands trailed down to your hips.

You broke the kiss with a smirk that made him chuckle. "So Khaji Da's your little helper when it comes to relationships?" He laughed. "You could say that." You shook your head with a smile before kissing him again while his hands trailed up and down your sides. Your hands gripped his shirt as your tongue slid across his bottom lip. He opened his mouth, allowing you access and letting your tongues dance along each other. You both let out a satisfied moan before you moved your hips against his. He groaned into the kiss as his hands traveled down to your hips once more. Jaime couldn't help himself as he moved you both so that you were laying on the couch and he was on top of you.

"Are we moving too fast?" He asked against your lips. "We could stop if you want." He shook his head before pecking your lips. "We can keep doing this. I don't mind." You bite your lip as your eyes met his. Jaime moved his hips against yours, causing you to moan. He leaned down and began leaving a trail of kisses on your neck as he continued to grind on you. You tangled your fingers into his curls as you buck your hips against his. He moaned against your neck as he kept going. You were both so close. The moment was right there. He felt it and you felt it.

Then your phone rang, the ringtone that belonged to your mom echoed through the room. "You got to be kidding me." He groaned as he got off of you, letting you go to your phone and answering it. "You're frustrated." He chuckled as he caught his breath. "You have no idea, Khaji."

#jaime reyes x reader #jaime reyes x you #jaime reyes #jaime reyes x y/n #blue beetle #blue beetle x reader #blue beetle x you #blue beetle x y/n #jaime reyes smut #smut #reader insert #x reader #asks #ask #anonymous #dc universe #anon asks #anonymous asks #dceu

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cillivnz · 1 year ago

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more than what you bargained for [k. heisenberg]

PAIRING — KARL HEISENBERG x DIMITRESCU!READER

TROPE — DBF! [here, mother’s friend, no really close relation] WORD COUNT — 1163 (short and sweet)

WARNINGS — NSFW. 18+. fem!reader. loss of virginity, hefty age-gap (reader is in early 20s, Karl is in his 50s), daddy kink, innocence/corruption kink, cursing, pet-names (bunny, little girl, etc.), slight degradation, slightly mean!Karl, p! in v! sex, brief orgasm denial, dacryphilia, slight exhibitionism, overstimulation, clit-play, mention of blood, spiting, cum-play, inappropriate usage of stuffed toys!

A/N — requested! i wasn’t going to leave y’all hanging high n’ dry, nonetheless, but thank you, all! (💋 for u) no mention of Alcides [ gender-bent Lady Dimitrescu ], didn’t want to jinx the two verses, so Alcina is Alcina.

i’ve decided to write this as a mini-series, can absolutely be read as stand-alones, the title would be “cockuette”, inspired by the coquette-ish aesthetic of the series, hence the 🎀 on Karl!

NOTES [excuse inaccurate translations from romanian to english]

draga esti acolo : sweetie, are you there? da, mamă? : yes, mother? da, mamă. am doar febra : yes, mother. i just have a fever.

YOUR NIGHT HAD JUST begun.

spinning you around, you were manhandled into a vulgar, shameless position— with you face squished against your pink, cum-slick duvet, and your ass up and spread for the older man.

“such a pretty pussy, baby. you’re really givin’ this ol’ man a treat,” he spread your gushing hole with both his thumbs.

you felt his hot breath fanning over your clenching cunt, whimpering like a wounded animal at how painful the anticipation from the lack of contact made you feel.

“hurts, daddy—” you moaned, your subconscious choosing your words.

“—daddy, huh?” he cocked a brow.

you looked back with widened eyes, face flushed with embarrassment.

you gulped, taking in the scars painting his handsomely aged face.

why was he even more beautiful up close?

“sorry…” you bat your lashes, pussy twitching involuntarily around his thumbs, still stretching you wide for the cold air of your room.

“nah, bunny. ‘s nothing to be sorry for,” he let go of your round ass to pull you closer, cupping your face and kissing you gently.

you felt every crevice of the metal man’s lacerated face, his soft silver locs brushing against the apples of your cheeks, pale grey eyes staring lovingly into yours only after his plump lips parted from your kiss-swollen ones.

he flipped you around, girthy cock falling heavy on your clit almost immediately.

without another word, he pushed the tip inside you, making you gasp.

“K-Karl! holy fuck—” you whined, showing hostility towards the fat penetration.

“sh, daddy’s here.

i got you, pretty bunny.”

only stopping when your hips didn’t allow him to go further, he let you adjust for a brief moment, before starting at a slow pace.

“Karl, it’s too much— too full.” you winced, eyes watery with pain.

“you’ll get used to it, bun. it’s made for you.” he grunted, eyes half-lidded, relishing in the feel of your tight cunt squeezing along his length.

“look at me when i fuck you, miss,” he grabbed your chin firmly, forcing your eyes open. the hand that hadn’t got an ironclad grip on your hip snaked its way onto your clit, rubbing vigorously. “Mama really didn’t teach you manners, huh?” he continued, thrusts gaining brute force and speed.

“that’s okay, darling girl. daddy’s here to teach you lessons. this is one of many.”

he chuckled viciously, eyes glinting with mischievous malice that once again dominated his softer side.

by now you were a moaning mess, crying over the assault of his fat cockhead on your sweet spot, and over the bruises forming on your body from his relentless groping and squeezing, his way of marking you in your most private, sensitive areas.

a reminder that you had wronged Karl earlier, and now you weren’t going to forget.

he turned you around in the blink of an eye, your returned to your initial position with the same sense of degradation; face down, ass up.

now, Karl was not holding back. not when your velvet walls were letting him glide through you.

only the sound of skin-on-skin slapping was sound, until a curt knock was heard.

“draga esti acolo?” your mother’s deep voice echoed.

you were frozen in place, life flashing before your eyes while the man balls-deep inside you only slowed his movements.

you raise your head meekly to look back at Karl, only earning a sly smirk from him.

“da, mamă?” you croaked.

“i’m sorry for leaving you alone with that bastard for so long, i couldn’t have left without dealing with those pests.” she sighed, referring to the people Mother Miranda had ordered her to deal with, but the only thing you cared about right now was Karl’s reaction to the insult.

and knowing him, you knew he was going to take it out on you.

instantaneously, he began pounding into you with brutality, using your g-spot as a punching bag for the mean shaft inside you.

you bit down on the cotton sheets, letting your sharp teeth gnaw into the floral print.

“when did he leave?” your mother’s voice was heard again.

“ah- ab-about an h-hour ago!” you grunted the high-pitched response.

silence met you momentarily.

“are you okay, dragă?” she asked, concerned.

“da, mamă. am doar febra!” you groaned.

your mother cursed under her breath, “it’s my fault for keeping you up so late. i’ll send Pasha in with remedies,” was the last thing she said before her heavy footsteps grew distant.

you moaned a sigh of relief, while the man behind you only chuckled. “bastard, huh?” he mused, still stuck on your mother’s insult.

“bet she’d chew on her words when my seed coats her daughter’s womb.” he scoffed, increasing the force of his thrusts by tenfold.

“daddy!”

your eyes rolled back, his heavy balls slapping your sensitive clit with every thrust, his large palms slapping your fat ass cheeks; could this be—

“—MORE THAN WHAT YOU BARGAINED FOR, bunny?” his hand found your clit, pinching the bud.

he looked over to your side, amused by the sight of your childhood toy, a bunny you named ‘Mina’ staring at the filth unravelling in-front of it.

he grabbed the teddy, still thrusting in and out of you, “choke on this,” he squeezed your cheeks together, opening your mouth just enough to shove the teddy bunny’s arm inside.

your cries were muffled, Karl finally able to focus on chasing his high.

pinching your bundle of nerves, he pulled out completely, feeling you sobbing fully into your sheets at the orgasm denial, cunt convulsing around nothing— the perfect moment for him to shove his cock in whole (in hole, literally) and shoot his load into the pussy whose virginity he just stripped off.

he groaned in your ears, hoisting you up by the hair to kiss you with fervency.

“that’s how a good host treats their guests.” he bit down on your lip, earning sobs from your breathless self.

pulling out, he was eager to spread you open again and see the his cum drool out of you, and lo and behold— your puffy cunt oozed out traces of blood in both of your fluids mixed. Karl stretched you wider and spat right into your hole, causing you to flinch and clench.

he chuckled, pulling Mina the bunny away from your arms, and using its saliva-soaked arm to clean your folds.

you winced at the contact, but the softness felt so good.

“milady, Lady Dimitrescu has sent some soup— OH, GODS!” Pasha the chamberlain dropped the big bowl of remedies to the ground, and charged out the same door she barged in on seeing the princess naked as the day she was born, getting her wet cunt cleaned by the most dangerous of the Lords, holding a teddy bunny in all his glory, with that goddamn smirk plastered on his face.

poor Pasha deserves therapy as compensation for the shit she sees at Castle Dimitrescu.

pt. I. COCKUETTE MASTERLIST. more from ‘resident evil: village’. main masterlist.

#coquette #karl heisenberg #resident evil #resident evil village #lady dimitrescu #dimitrescu family #karl heisenberg x reader smut #karl heisenburg fanart #karl heisenburg x reader #resident evil smut #smut #dbf!#age g4p #yandere!karl heisenberg #bunny girl #bunny #lord dimitrescu #cockette #cockuette

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thanosscross · 3 months ago

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Fan Boy- Choi Seung Hyun/T.O.P x reader part 3

So! I'm trying something new whenever I write out tour scenes! So let me know what you think! I wasn't sure on either to put English lyrics or Korean, so I stuck with how the song is sang, but if you guys preferred the English lyrics instead, just let me know <3

Summary: After not being able to see your best friend for three months, he decides to surprise you during your show, only to let you know some important infortmation you seemed to forget

Warnings: you bein a sexy dancer on stage, because we also love an outgoing out there reader <3

Leaving Seung Hyun was one of the hardest things you had ever done, the hardest? Picking yourself back up afterwards for the start of your tour a month later. You were grateful for your bandmates who were like family to you, they were supportive of your process for awhile before finally forcing you out of bed to get prepped for tour, knowing they couldn't have an upset depressed Y/n on stage. It took a few weeks, so about three of your shows to get back into your tour groove, which the boys were excited for considering they had planned something for you during the next show.

As you stood on stage you looked at the boys "So I was thinking, instead of this...I try this?" You asked, swapping out your usual dance move for something you had learned watching other's concert videos, Ji-Yong raised his eyebrows in shock, not knowing how well the sexual dance move would go over "I mean...If you're willing to risk a few marks with management" Dae-Sung smiled, happy to finally see you back to your usual self around them. As you rehearsed further you questioned why Ji-Yong and Tae-Yang were so adamant about you being on your guys' V.I.P section side of the stage, they just rolled their eyes explaining their were older than you in k-pop. That was always their go-to, even though you were only a year younger than Ji-Yong they would still try and find every way to say they were older, often going to the fact they've been preforming K-pop longer than you.

As the show started you stood in your spot beside Ji-Yong, clapping your hands along to the beat of Bang Bang Bang, watching as Ji-Yong jumped down from his spot starting the beginning verse

"Nan kkaeeona, kkaman bamgwa hamkke Da deureowa, damen nugu charye Han chi apdo bol su eomneun makjang gerilla Gyeongbaehara, mokcheongi teojige, yeah"

You stood still before you heard your cue to jump down, holding the microphone as you rushed towards the camera set up to film your show as you rapped, making sure to cut yourself off so you could still hear T.O.P's background vocals like usual

"Jjijilhan bunwigireul jeonhwanhae Gwanggireul gamchuji mothage hae Namjadeurui pumwi, yeojadeurui gasik Iyu moreul jasingami bolmanhae Nan boran deusi neomunado ppeonppeonhi Ne momsoge pagodeuneun aelleoji Isanghan jeongsinui sulleongineun cheonji Oneul yeogi mubeopji"

You watched as Ji-Yong did the next two verses before you all four lined up for the chorus, trying to put on your best performance you kept eye contact with the camera as you rolled your hips with your arm

"Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang Ppangya, ppangya, ppangya Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang Ppangya, ppangya, ppangya"

As the song ended you made your way over to your mark for your single with Ji-yong, keeping your hands on his chest waiting for your cue to begin. As the song started you followed what you showed the boys in rehearsal, sliding your hands down his chest and hips as you lowered yourself to a squat before bouncing back up as you turned around starting to rap your verse, leaving Ji-Yong to follow his own chorography as you walked towards your mark, as Ji-Yong started his second verse you smirked, deciding to throw in your own moves as you slid to your knees before moving your legs in a fluid motion to sit with your knees slightly spread. Bouncing your hips slightly to the beat of the music you slid your hand down your neck and chest, letting your body slide back against the stage, before rolling to your stomach, sitting back on your knees before bouncing back up to your feet, only now seeing Choi Seung Hyun sitting a few feet ahead of you watching with a shocked expression, noticing your eyes found his, he offered you a sweet smile, you quickly snapped back into your zone of preforming trying to contain your excitement.

After preforming a handful of more songs between the four of you, you all stood at the end of the stage, you being placed between Ji-Yong and Dae-Sung, you threw your fist up with the last bass drop of Fantastic Baby before the four of you rushed off stage, once you got your microphones off you peaked out to see if you had actually seen Seung Hyun or not, seeing him still seating, glancing around while trying to stay as lowkey as possible, you gasped excitedly turning around "Guys!!! It's him!!! Seung Hyun's here!!" You squealed bouncing on your feet, Ji-yong smiled a bit, watching the Y/n he grew up with coming back as you waited impatiently for Seung Hyun to make his way back stage.

"Ji-Yong! Ji-Yong! Look!" You squealed seeing Seung Hyun pass by your security guards and start to head towards you with a smile "I know, Yeobbo, go get him!" Yi-Jong cheered, laughing as you took off for your best friend, Seung Hyun laughed as he hugged you tightly, you giggled squeezing him tightly as he spun you around "You're here! I've missed you!" You chanted as he set you down "I promised, didn't I?" Seung Hyun teased, you just blushed holding onto him tightly, scared if you let go, you'd be dreaming and wake up. Seung Hyun was first to pull away, smiling as he looked at you "I didn't recognize you up there! You've got a whole new haircut and color, and the y/n I saw up there was not my sweet shy one" He smiled, chuckling with a slight blush as he recalled the memory of preforming. You had a blush of your own but for a different reason, Seung Hyun called you his shy cute Y/n, noticing your flustered expression, Ji-Yong smirked motioning to you "Told you she liked him" He stated proudly, happy the others finally had proof, Tae-Yang and Dae-Sung always trying to write off your feelings as just leaving one of your role models, not understanding what Ji-yong was ever trying to say. "They are cute" Dae-Sung whispered watching his old friend take your hand gentle as he was pulled over to the others by you. "Guys!! Look!!" You excitedly shouting, the boys just laughed at your excitement, giving their friend a hug they offered him a sympathetic smile "We're happy to see you, and sorry how shit went towards you leaving" Tae-Yang explained as he pulled away from his hug with Seung Hyun "It's alright, over the last couple of years I've been able to do a lot of thinking to myself, and while I don't plan on coming back anytime soon..I don't see why I can't support Y/n and you boys" He explained, glancing towards you, feeling his cheeks heat up whenever you smiled at him excitedly, you couldn't contain it though, after getting so close and then basically going no contact for months, it was hard, so seeing him again in front of you all of a sudden made you feel like a kid on Christmas again. "So you're going to stay!?" You gasped turning around quickly, Seung Hyun just chuckled at you shaking his head "I'm here for a week, Ji-yong told me your guys' schedule, so I matched mine for you" He explained, you felt butterflies in your stomach as soon as you met his gaze, other than the boys (Who were like your family) Seung Hyun was the first man to actually make an effort to see you and work around your difficult schedule.

"A whole week" You stated again in awe as you rode back to the hotel, after a small argument with security about Seung Hyun going back with you, you were quick to pull him in the car. It'd be a giant lie if Seung Hyun said he didn't feel something watching you give the security guard a piece of your mind for him, most people would just try to find a way around it or tell him sorry, but you immediately gave the guard a glare before starting to argue with him, just like your rapping style, your words were quick whenever you yelled at the man who was almost two feet taller than you, not to mention about three of you in size of just pure muscle, but you still showed no fear, the boys just watching like it was a usual occurrence for them. As you entered your shared hotel room with the boys you let yourself fall on to the bed, not even caring about changing out of your rehearsal clothes, you were too exhausted at this point to want to do anything, that was until you felt Seung Hyun drop next to you. "So, this is the famous Y/n L/n's after show routine?" He teased, resting his arms under his head as he glanced at you, slowly turning your head you narrowed your eyes at him "Yelling takes a lot out of her" Dae-Sung commented from the bathroom "Do you yell often?" Seung Hyun laughed, watching you rest your cheek on your arms to face him "At least once a show, there's always at least one asshole who thinks I care about their opinion" You shrugged, Seung Hyun nodded before smirking "Opinion on me?" He teased, your cheeks heated up with a blush as you hid your face "You're still a big part to K-pop in my eyes, even if you retired, you still did a lot for K-pop while you were here" You smiled looking back towards him "So, whenever people who haven't ever met you try to share their opinions on what kind of person you are, it makes me angry" You huffed rolling your eyes as you rolled onto your back, Tae-Yang laughing as he noticed the rant Seung Hyun just put you into "Because! How dare they!?" You started, not stopping until Seung Hyun pressed his lips to yours, causing you to immediately shut up and go red with embarrassment.

"Sorry, You were just going on for almost two hours now" Seung Hyun laughed softly as he pulled away "I've been trying to get your attention for half of that" He added, you just covered your face before looking at him "Why are you blushing?! I'm an actor, you're the K-pop idol who was named one of Korea's sweethearts for the year!" He teased, still remembering your photo shoot you had posted whenever it was first announced. "Yea well, management has made it very well known, if I continue my outbursts I can't be a sweetheart" You laughed, resting your hand in his causing him to intertwine your fingers with his. "You'll always be a sweetheart to me" He muttered sheepishly nudging your shoulder as he glanced at you "Only if it's your sweetheart" You flirted, deciding after that kiss it was time to test the waters, I mean you had both talked about having feelings towards each other, you just never really talked about what to do about it. "You're already my sweetheart" He laughed, you looked at him in shock, had you been unknowingly dating this man for the last three months without knowing? "Wait...Did you..did you forget?" Seung Hyun gasped as he noticed your shocked expressions to his words "N-No" you protested, he just laughed harder, finding your lack of this memory adorable "Before I took you to the airport! I asked if you wanted to see where things went! and you said yes!" He continued, not being able to hold back his laughs and giggles as you sat up to look at him again "Seriously!?" You gasped standing to your feet, how the hell did you manage to forget that entire conversation? "Yes! I just thought you weren't the affectionate type!" Seung Hyun replied, sitting up to take your hands in his, smiling as you looked at him with the same shocked expression "I'm dating Choi Seung Hyun!?" You shouted, gasping whenever you watched him nod with the same cute smile he'd give you while you filmed or talked about your childhood with him. "Holy shit. Holy shit...Management is going to kill me" You whispered, Seung Hyun took your words as fear at first until he noticed the unhinged excitement in your eyes, it wasn't a secret you liked to purposely liked to cause trouble between you and your Managment's company, you knew they wouldn't risk dropping you, knowing how well the fans reacted to you joining, and how much higher their ticket sales with both males and females increased after your first show with the boys, so you purposely rocked the boat constantly, even going as far as using your immunity to keep the other three boys out of trouble most times. You couldn't get away with a lot though, most times Ji-Yong having to put you back in your place of not going too far, this was one of the 'worst' things you've done though, you knew they wouldn't be happy about this, still seeing Seung Hyun as controversial, you didn't care though, you knew if they ever tried to say anything about it or to Seung Hyun you'd let them see how angry you could truly get with the subject, even if it costed you your job.

"You are wild, Aein" Seung Hyun chuckled playfully watching your expressions change as you thought to yourself, you looked at him after being pulled from your thoughts. "So...this is..like for real?" You asked cautiously, Seung Hyun just stood up, taking your hips in his before pressing his lips to yours, his touch was soft, like if he was any rougher you'd break under his touch, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, forcing him to bend down slightly. Whenever you pulled away you were panting slightly, trying to catch your breath the best you could before speaking again. "Was that for real enough?" Seung Hyun whispered softly, resting his forehead against yours as he held you to him closely, you just nodded slightly before hugging him "I missed you..really bad" You whispered, he just moved his hands to your back, running his fingers up and down it as he spoke "I know..Ji-Yong told me about your first shows chorography" He teased, you just blushed brightly, now aware he knew you had followed one of his old dances for your show "Shut up..I'm gonna kill him" You muttered glancing towards the door, knowing your friends would be back from the restaurant soon.

"It was cute!" Seung Hyun protested, watching as you struggled on stage rehearsing "I'm not supposed to be cute right now! I'm supposed to look cool! But this stupid box!" You shouted kicking the box over, the box finally it sat still, making you growl even more, you were supposed to start standing on a boxed platform, jumping off as the music started, but every time you tried to leap off the box would move sending you tumbling down. "Why not just move on to a different part? Come back to it?" Seung Hyun, you quickly shook your head, knowing your song with Ji-Yong came next, and you were not in the concert mindset to be able to be that overly sexual without feeling embarrassed and flustered. "Why- ohhhh" He nodded seeing Ji-Yong walk out in a deep red suit "Ready, y/n? Management wants us to remember we're breaking up soon so don't be too attracted to me" He teased, tossing his imaginary long hair back, you just raised your eyebrow looking at him in shock "I think I'll be okay, Ji-Yong" You chuckled before looking at your boyfriend again, him giving you a reassuring nod as he sat down on the chair you had brought out for him.

As you started your show that night the vibes on the stage were a lot more hyped up than usual, You were giving everything your all, and it was encouraging the boys to meet your energy levels. Jumping around the stage circling the boys you started 'your' verse to sober, You smiled as Dae-Sung followed your lead, matching your jumps as you all sang together, moving around the stage you glanced to Seung Hyun who was hidden by the control panels with your stage manager, you had decided that would be the best place for him so there wasn't the risk of him being swarmed considering your V.I.P section at this show was placed on the floor a little closer to the barricades area. Bouncing around as the song ended, clapping your hands to the song you made your way to Tae-Yang to pose on your mark with him. As the bass to your song with Ji-Yong played you acted overdramatic with your annoyance, walking away from him as he tried to follow your usual chorography, the crowd screaming as you dipped down in front of Dae-sung rapping your verse, keeping eye contact with Ji-Yong throughout the song, keeping a glare on your face anytime you passed him.

Whenever the show ended you were panting holding your hands on your knees, the boys taking the initiative to stand around you, blocking any way of someone getting pictures of revealing angles of you. Whenever the platform lowered you all down to the private area underneath the stage, you quickly grabbed your water, starting to chug it as Seung Hyun made his way over "Slow down! You'll get sick!" He warned as he high fived his friends, congratulating them on a good show before taking your wrists in his gently "You were, amazing, where did all of that come from?" He asked smiling, referring to you jumping around dancing 99% of the show, even whenever you weren't singing or rapping, you just shrugged smiling as you looked up at him "Just a good day, I guess" You smiled happily, you couldn't help but notice how he looked at you, it was the same look you caught him having whenever he stared at photos he took of his favorite areas or his favorite art pieces, Seung Hyun couldn't help it, out of all of the beautiful things he's seen in his life, nothing compared to you, it was odd to him, he had never felt this way about a woman, not this intensely, but as soon as you walked into that damn set he was head over heels for you, spending time with you and getting closer just made him fall harder. That was one of the many reasons the boys warned any guy that tried to get with you, everybody that did fell hard and fast, and you were always too busy for relationships that required constant attention, so someone would always get hurt, but they had hope for the two of you, Seung Hyun had been in your shoes, so surely you two would be able to find a way to make it work. Right?..

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kneelingshadowsalome · 2 years ago

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the yandere x yandere ask and your answer got me going maaaaaaad....pleeeease just one little story, just a snippet I beeeeg you...

I think I am addicted to your writing ❤️‍🔥

Ok ok you here's your little snippet I am not immune to begging (I am weak)

Word count: 1.3 k Tags/warnings: 18+ only, Yandere!König x Yandere!Reader, situationship with toxic König, light bondage, slight degradation, crazy idiots in love A/N: *sigh* for God's sake.

"No."

Your refusal echoes in the empty hall as you rush toward your room. The one you are talking to is marching right behind you… A giant Austrian killer, a one-man fucking machine, and a terror to women.

You know you shouldn't have said it today – hissed bitterly on the comms how everyone knows König is good with a gun after the new girl commented on what a good shot your foreign lover was.

You wanted to shoot that girl, and now hated yourself for it. Hated - and loved - how a certain lovesick madman was again following you like an oversized puppy in heat. Had followed you ever since you praised his killing skills (you were the first girl to do that, goddammit), and agreed to go on a date with him. At a gun range, no less.

You try to ignore how your neck tingles as you open the door to your room. Out of breath, you turn to slam it shut, but a strong hand shoots to prevent your strength. It stops the door from moving even an inch.

"No," you repeat while looking up at the blazing blue eyes.

How can such a cold stare scorch your skin? How can those eyes burn your very reason to a crisp…?

"I'll visit you after silence then," he promises darkly, and the tingles turn into a downright shiver.

"No you won't. I'll lock my door."

"I'll break in."

"...You're fucking crazy !"

"You have no idea, Liebling." He steals a peek down at your chest, rising and falling like a wave because you are so riled. You can almost hear how he licks his lips under that hood. "I have to return your strings, oder?"

Rage and thrill fight for your attention as you wrinkle your nose in disgust.

"You–you took my…" you gasp, hating the way you sound like a pearl-clutching woman appalled by such indecency. Truth is, you are appalled. And aroused. But you're not a pearl-clutching woman.

"Pervert," you spit the word out with hot pride. He doesn't flinch, doesn't even blink at your insult.

"Ist das so? And who wanted me to tie her up last night? Hmm?"

Shit... Your cheeks pang with heat.

Tight moans and pleas of "Use that paracord on me," and "Fuck me like I'm your prisoner," flood your mind, as does his low growl of "You're mistaken, Liebling. This is no play. You are my prisoner."

You thought he would've tied you into a bed, but no: this pervy lunatic tied your hands to the ceiling, not tight, but tight enough to render you helpless as he gave you a 15-minute edging session with his tongue, followed by more than just one profound fucking session with that ridiculously long Austrian cock.

He raised you in his lap and fucked into you from standing, took you from behind like an animal, used your body any way he wanted to until you were dumb and full of his cum.

He pulled orgasms, quivering breaths and lewd moans out of you while whispering painfully sweet things in your ear – then left you hanging there after he was satisfied. You thought he went to get a towel, which he did... but he also went to get himself a beer.

He drank that pilsner in front of you, wearing only and only that stupid black hood. Surrounded by his guns and knives, this man looked like a god of war: muscles sheened in sweat, heavy cock glistening with your juices, looking at you with smug pride as the warm seed ran down your thighs.

"Let me down," you finally broke before him, pouting and throbbing from the multiple orgasms he just gave you.

"Ask nicely, Liebling."

"Please, let me down… My wrists hurt."

He came to release you from that rope immediately, carried you to his bed, and cooed what a good girl you were, taking his cock so many times like you were made for it. Cleaned you up with a warm, wet towel and promised he would bring you food from the mess if you promised to stay put. (You promised, and he did.) He even offered you a sip of that yucky beer and asked if his prisoner had everything she needed.

But what's worst is that he dares to shame you for what happened last night.

"What kind of a woman wants to be used like that...? You're dirty," he slurs, eyes flashing with desire.

"You're the one who's dirty," you half yell, then snap your mouth shut, knowing half the barracks just heard your announcement.

He just tilts his head as if it's quite normal to have an argument about who's more fucked up in the middle of an echoing hall.

"Eh? I bet you're wet even now." His voice is high and tight from anticipation. "Shall I make an inspection?"

"I will slap you if you do that," you declare with a lift of your chin. Your shoulders draw back and your hand squeezes into a fist, ready to deliver on that threat.

He looks down at your tiny paw – nothing escapes him, not even the slightest movement at the corner of his eye. But when he looks back at you again, his eyes are filled with a sinful dare.

"I'm warning you. If you come inside, I'll–"

He steps forward immediately and catches your punch like it's only a meager leaf in his way. You pout furiously as you send another fist flying, aiming for that hood – quite lousily, to be honest. Of course he catches that too, then spins you around like you two are dancing jive and forces you against a wall with his body.

It's the softest, most loving little shove and pin, and the only thing that's knocked out of air is your pride as his groin presses against your ass and shoves up, hard enough to force you up on your toes.

"You're not a woman, you're a wildcat," he rasps in your ear as the warm darkness of the hood brushes your neck. His hand rests on the wall next to your face like a warning not to squirm while the other is already traveling up the back of your thigh.

He's going to make that inspection, no doubt, shove his hand beneath your belt and into your camos. See if you're wearing another pair of "filthy strings" – or that's what this crazy dude calls the revealing underwear he says is "not suitable for decent women."

The funniest thing is that you started wearing them mainly because they clearly drive him mad...

"König..." you moan your want into the air as he slips that hand down your pants. Your hands got trapped between the wall and your chest as he pressed you there, but you wouldn't try to prevent him even if they were free.

You want to tell him how good he is with his guns, all of them. You want to tell him that you hate the new girl. You want to tell him you'll be his prisoner, always…

He takes a good, long sniff of your neck, causing your ass to grind against the hard bulge in his pants. He doesn't like the smell of gunpowder on you, doesn't like it that you're almost as good with a rifle and a scope as him. He wants to take you away from all harm and make you his little wife.

(The only harm that has ever fallen upon you is this crazy titan who makes love to you like it's the end of the world.)

"Kleine Wildkatze," he murmurs softly in your ear while agile fingers find your soaked cotton, the fragile shield between lust and madness. "I will tame you. Don't you worry about that. One day you will be purring in my lap..."

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strawberryshortcake0413 · 8 months ago

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Last hope (part 3)

Characters:yandere Leon S Kennedy (older version) x reader

Disclaimer: This fanfic contains dark-themed topics, such as kidnapping, depression, suicidal thoughts, non-consent, unwanted pregnancy,etc

Warning: yandere Leon Kennedy, kidnapping, non-consent, depressed reader, manipulation, Stockholm syndrome, unwanted pregnancy, emotional & mental abuse, out of character leon etc

@vg-k for the divider, thank you :)

The pictures used does not belong to me!!!

Chapters: pt1 pt2 pt4

For the past few days, you have been trying to get under Leon's skin back and forth. Asking him questions that either makes him furrowed his brows or blush.

While you were trying to get closer to your kidnapper, Leon saw an opportunity to make you his forever. You would only be his, and he would be the only thing that you found sense in.

Not only one dream he would gain from his excellent plan but three things. A baby, a complete family, and your love. Leon grinned to himself as his dove started massaging his big shoulders.

Even for a person who does a lot of physical work, Leon's body ached and tensed most of the time. His Dove's hands massaging him made him less tense and almost too easy.

His pants felt tight as he imagined your delicate hands on his cock. "My little girl... Do you know what you're doing to daddy?" Leon breathed out as he grabbed your hands.

He kissed your hands while whispering loving words. "You know daddy loves you so much, right? Baby? Daddy loves you more than anyone. I will protect you. From all those... only, only, if you love me back" he whimpered out while sucking your fingers one by one.

"Daddy... what are you doing?" You choked out as your cunt started pulsing from his doing.

Leon closed his eyes for a moment and zoned out from the world. It was now only you and him. He will ask you to start a family with him. Everytime he went out and saw a happy couple with their children, hanging round the park, so happy, it always broke his heart, string by string.

Now he finally found someone he loved, he was ready to start a family. He was ready since the day he turned 21, but life decided Leon didn't deserve someone good.

"But guess what? I won. I have everything I ever wanted now" Leon thought to himself as he slowly switched from your finger to your nipple.

During the time you stayed with Leon, you learned he had a lactation kink. Even though he never admitted he had one, you knew it from the way the older man always, always sucks your nipples before sex, closing his eyes and going down for it.

"L-Leon..." you squeaked, trying to move away from his mouth, causing him to almost growl.

"Don't you dare. Don't you dare run away from me." Leon barked, his mouth still attached to your bud, smacking your face.

You gently stroke your cheek where he had slapped you, it wasn't hard but you knew if you got him mad, he is more capable of doing more than just slapping.

After a few minutes, Leon came back to life and brought his hand sneakily inside your shorts. Rubbing in slow, torturing pace while you moaned like a bitch in heat.

"Leo-Da-Daddy..." you whined, grabbing his blind lock as his speed increased. It all came loose when he bit down your nipple. Leon groaned in response and pulled his fingers away.

"We're gonna have a family. You're going to be a good little mommy. And guess what? We're going to make it happen today. Right now" Leon smirked, pulling his pants down.

You came back from your high, aching for his touch, not even realizing you were forgetting who you are and what you planned.

"Please... please daddy" you whined, trying to take off his shirt in hurry. Leon's smirk grew wilder, seeing you finally becoming a good wife he always wanted.

"Good girl. On your fours" he commanded after you threw his shirt on the floor. You crawled on your fours on the bed, arching your back, trying to emphasize your ass to him more.

Leon sniffed your clothed cunt.

"Fuck angel. You smell so sweet. Gotta make sure to breed this sweet pussy" he groaned as he dived in your cunt. You could feel his nose occasionally sniffing your cunt and groaning to himself, and biting on your pussy lips.

After a few moments of teasing the both of you, he pulled your shorts down harshly before making sure your legs were free.

He slapped your ass cheek and grabbed the meat.

"Look at this ass. You were hiding these girls from everyone. Everyone should look at them." The blonde said, giving you a smack.

"Aww, does it hurt baby?" He cooed before doing the same. After five good smacks, he finally licked your cunt in a long stripe. Your legs shook from the stimulation as Leon kitten licked your clit.

"Leon!" You cried as you tried to lay down. He lifted your hips and smacked you again.

"Get up! No one is going to make a good baby if you keep being lazy. " he pulled you up. Then Leon started to make out with your pussy. Separating the folds with his fingers while his tongue thrusted in and out of you.

"Sweet like molasses," he said before turning your head up and kissing you. As he pulled away, a string of long saliva connected your lips. Not to mention you could taste yourself. It was sweet. Like condensed milk.

Your head was foggy with lust taking over your head. You couldn't even remember why you were with Leon in the first place. Or who he was. Or who you were.

"Daddy. Please. I want it." You whined trying to get to his cock closer by moving your ass in his direction.

"Tell me, baby. Tell me what you want, " Leon grasped out with a low voice. He was gripping your ass cheek so hard it was starting to lose its color.

"I want your babies, Daddy," you whimpered out. Just a week ago, you would have killed yourself with a kitchen knife if you said this shit. But now, it didn't matter. So what? Can't a girl be happy and careless for the first time? You did your role in society. Why can't you have someone to take care of you for once?

Inside the back of your mind, your past self was screaming at you. But in this moment, all that mattered was Leon.

Maybe. Just maybe. Domestic life wouldn't be so bad with him.

You were crying at this point, both from overstimulation and your thoughts. You didn't have anyone in life where you could trust with your secrets, someone you could hope that they will do anything for you, someone who could at least take care of you. Why did Leon have to appear as a kidnapper? An abuser and someone you shouldn't give in. Why couldn't he appear as a nice guy in your life? Normal man with a normal life.

Leon's eyes widened a little, almost unnoticeable if someone who didn't know him saw it, he was surprised you agreed to his dream life so quickly. He expected some resistance, whether it was a tantrum during sex, yelling, crying. But what he didn't expect was you giving up so much easier.

Maybe you wanted to give him children. Maybe you finally made a conclusion Leon was the love of your life, even if you didn't want to admit it.

"Yeah? You want daddy's babies? Daddy will give it to you, baby." Leon smiled, guiding his hard cock in your slit before inserting it in a quick motion. You whined from the sudden stretch, not giving you time to adjust to his cock, Leon started moving at a quick pace.

"Daddy..." you whimpered as Leon changed his pace to a slower one. Giving you the sensation you didn't feel often, so full, so warm, so intimate.

Leon laid on the top of your back, stretching his arms next to your head and started going in again.

"Le-" you started before Leon opened his mouth.

"Who? What did you call me?" He muttered lifting your head by your tangled hair.

"Daddy" you whimpered as he let go of you. Soon a coel in your lower belly began to explode. As your hands clenched his biceps, Leon's left hand sneaked down to rub your clit.

"My poor baby" Leon whispered as your face fell down on the pillow after you cum. You didn't even have the strength to get up, all sweaty and tired from good breeding.

Leon felt his cock twitch inside your pussy, after a few deep pumps he came inside. His cum leaking from your hole, the man collected them with his index and middle finger before pushing it all back and licking his fingers.

"My baby. My sweet baby. Why aren't you eating anything? Daddy made you your favorite. See?" Leon signed, pushing your plate full of waffles and a strawberry shake.

"What did you do to do research papers?" You mumbled, playing with your fork. For the last few hours, you and Leon watched a documentary regarding scientists making new drugs. Even if you didn't want to remember, you were a good doctor. A great even. Your research could have saved millions of people's lives every year, not to mention the success you could have had.

"Why do you ask?" Leon narrowed his eyes, his tone slightly changing to a low grumpy one. He had hoped you forgot about your past life completely, but you didn't.

"The box. It... it's my research project... did you take it... with me?" You mumbled, staring at his blue eyes, searching for the truth.

"No," Leon simply shrugged. "I left it in the driveway."

This somehow made you feel relaxed, if you knew he brought it with me, then you would have wanted to read the papers once more. Now that you knew it was long gone, you could let go of yourself. Time to empty the vase to be filled again by a new identity.

But at the same time you felt empty. The new identity Leon was trying to pour in you was

"Eat baby. It's good for you and our future baby" Leon cooed again, stroking your belly.

"I'm not even pregnant," you snapped. Leon narrowed his eyes at you. You were being so good lately. You just had to ruin both of your happiness. If he lets go of his behavior without doing anything, the blonde was afraid you would go back in process, to the same old you when he first got you.

"But you will be. And we need to be prepared for it. Now eat." he commanded in a harsh tone.

You grabbed the plastic fork aside from the plate and started eating. You didn't understand yourself anymore. You were torn between wanting a peaceful, domestic life with Leon and your successful, prideful career where you could bet with anyone you could do complicated surgeries.

"Can I crochet?" You mumbled to him suddenly when you two were cuddling after sex. For the last few days, Leon and you were hitting it every day. Sometimes, multiple times a day. You knew what he was hoping for. Even though being a housewife seemed not too bad to you now, you knew having kids was not your thing.

You always felt annoyed and red-faced with kids. How were you going to have one of your own? With Leon out of all people?

"Crochet? Why?" Leon raised his eyebrows. He didn't know if it was a good idea to give you a metal hook. You could hurt yourself.

"I'm bored. I have nothing to do in a day, " you mumbled, sleepy.

Leon kissed the top of your head and played with a string before signing.

"I'll bring you the necessities... but you gotta promise me one thing." Leon muttered. "Promise daddy, you will follow my rules."

"Okay... I will, " you squeaked before his hands crept under the blanket to you.

Leon went shopping after work, buying a bunch of colorful cotton yarns along with a wooden hook. He figured if you actually tried to harm yourself or him, wood would be safer than metal.

The cashier girl recommended him to buy some eyes and polyester for plushies, which he bought without hesitating. Leon couldn't wait for you to see them and be excited.

The life Leon hoped for was finally working. Almost no one questioned your disappearance, thanks to your fake friends and family. You were starting to obey him, most importantly, fall for him.

The first night he had intimacy with you was something unpleasant. You cried, screamed, and cursed him. But now, by the way you moaned his name off your tongue and almost voluntarily gave him your cunt, Leon knew or at least hoped you were changing.

You were watching a cooking show on TV, you weren't sure how old this model was, but you could guess it was from the 90s. Small blurb screen with a bulky main body.

Leon didn't like the idea of you watching violent shows as he says. But all of them were normal TV shows people watched and enjoyed. Instead, he figured letting you learn to cook for him was better.

"Angel, I'm home," Leon yelled. Too bad you can't come to him since he always locks three doors to your room.

He smiled seeing you in front of the baby sitting like a good girl, doing exactly what he wanted you to do.

"Look at what I got you, baby. It's a reward for you. You were such a good girl. " He cooed, kissing your head quickly before you tried to pull away. Strangely, you always moved away when he kissed your head. It was almost like you had a sore wound on the top of it. You started digging into the paper bag he brought.

"You got this for me? As you promised?" You mumbled, playing with the soft yarn. It seemed like a great quality.

"Why not? You promised me you'll be a good girl. And you're being a good girl." he patted your head.

"Thanks."

"Thanks what?"

"Thanks, Daddy." You rolled your eyes as he turned away.

"You don't need the guidebook I brought you?" Leon raised a brow while looking at you, making granny squares.

"I was taught at school... I never forget what I learned, " you mumbled while crocheting.

"What are you planning to make with these?" The older man groaned, picking up a few pieces and observing you.

"I don't know... maybe a blanket?"

"A blanket? That's a great idea, baby. You can make that for our baby. It will be perfect. Maybe some darker color if it's a boy and lighter for a girl." Leon knelt down next to you and kissed you.

"I think it's enough for today, love. Don't wanna get my baby girl hurt." Leon said, grabbing the yarn and hook away from you before listing you up on the bed.

"This hobby of yours took enough attention from you. It's time for me now.

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