#There's no rush in searching for the right bra I just wanna figure this out sooner than later

[caluski]

Ok question to ladies who know their brasserie stuff: it's not a backless dress, it's just got a slightly lower back, what do I do? No bra is not an option, unless I wanna break a bunch of ribs from the boobs jumping up and down, but do I get one of those plastic-transparent ones? Or just find a regular bra thats like in a nude color? I like almost NEVER wear dresses so I'm fucking clueless about this.

I was at a thrift store for the first time in sooooooo long bc I was just passing by it and had spare time and. Like I was SURE that the whole "second-hand stores are full of shein clothes" was either an exaggeration or only an American thing but holy fuck so MUCH of it now is just the shein shit. Like it's crazy. This feels like pollution in what should be a natural enclosure for cotton viscose and linen

[3d-wifey]

Temptation Sings

Pairing: Ryūnosuke Tanaka x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Smut, fluff, senpai kink, p*rn watching, implied bisexual reader, excessive use of the word "babe" & some curse words

A/N: The senpai kink is sort of one-sided, but what kink isn't 💀 and the title is sort of based off a lyric from Super Freak by Rick James. Also, those are actual lines from a Hentai, but I fucking lost it half way through so I had to improvise. Anyway, this is over 3,000 words of straight dog water. Enjoy!

Synopsis: You ride Tanaka while watching hentai

"What kind of porn do you watch?"

"What?" Tanaka let out a quick bark of laughter before staring at you with wide eyes. His hand was frozen over the bowl of popcorn as he turned his full attention to you. The two of you had been dating for over a year now, yet, you've never had sex.

Sure, there had been some over the clothes stuff before. Some tops off heavy petting, some groping while making out, but it had never progressed past that. Not for a lack of trying, of course. Anytime you could find time to hang out alone, something would always interrupt you.

You weren't a virgin, but you didn't have much experience, so, naturally, you were more than a little nervous. And Tanaka, bless his soul, was pretty understanding. As long as you two could still make out and he could grab your ass, he seemed fine. But, he's still a teenage boy, no matter how respectful. He could only handle being blue balled so many times. And you wholeheartedly felt the same way.

This seemed like the best way to go about it. Establishing a common interest in what you both liked to get the ball rolling.

"Porn. I know you watch it, Ryuu. So...what kind?" You sat up on your side of the bed and leaned against the headboard, knowingly making him eye level with your breast. Nothing wrong with a little incentive.

"Okay, wow. You're serious. Um," he stuttered, eyes flickering over your chest and back to your eyes, before a blush settled flooded his cheeks, "You're just gonna laugh." He moved his gaze over to the movie playing on the laptop, avoiding eye contact. Was he embarrassed? He should know by now that you didn't judge.

You wouldn't be dating him if you did.

"I promise I won't laugh, baby. Look, I'll go first," you moved the bowl of popcorn off his lap and grabbed his hands to pull him up, "Pay attention."

"Wha–"

"There's Amateur, Lesbian," you ignored his questioning look and kept going, "Creampie, Fingering, Solo male and female, Public, and Taboo. That's all I can think of off the top of my head. You like any of that?"

He stared at you slack-jawed. Had you been too forward? You thought if you were honest about it, you both could be comfortable with each other. You watched in anticipation as he moved his gaze from you to the ceiling.

"Thank you, God," he whispered, almost on the verge of tears, "I must truly be blessed."

"Are you serious, Ryuu," you scoffed, hitting his arm to hide how relieved you really were, "You made me anxious for nothing!"

"That is so hot, babe," he grinned excitedly, moving to sit on his knees with his legs folded under him, "All that stuff sounds cool, and we're definitely gonna come back to that lesbian thing later, but I usually just watch...Hentai." He cleared his throat, scratching his cropped hair.

You pulled the laptop over to you and paused the movie playing. Pulling up the browser, you typed "Hentai" in the search bar, and hesitated for a second.

Hentai. Of course, it was hentai. You weren't surprised in the least that he got off to cartoon characters fucking. In fact, you expected it. You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to date him. You briefly wondered what kind he watched before it hit you.

Oh, yeah, you thought, he'd like that.

"What are you doing, babe?" He questioned. You paid his nervous laughter no mind as you queued up the perfect video. You were a genius.

_

"Are you okay with this, Kasuri?"

"I've been telling you that it's okay!"

You watched as the small girl pushed the boy on the ground and climbed on his hips to straddle him backward. To your complete surprise, you were actually kind of invested in the plot. Sure, some of the lines made you cringe and the ethics behind the sister trying to fuck her brother were a bit iffy, but, somehow, it was keeping you entertained.

The less than spectacular writing didn't seem to be affecting Ryuu any. With how much he jerked off to this kind of stuff, you figured he was probably used to it.

"I want you to take it...take me Senpai."

You felt Tanaka stiffen up beside you before quickly relaxing. Well, more like you felt him force himself to relax. You watched out of the corner of your eye as he subtly, or as subtle as Tanaka could be, adjusted himself in his sweats.

He was trying very hard to hide how much the video was affecting him; however, you always found Tanaka easy to read. The furrow of his brows, the twitch of his muscles, the restless tapping of his fingers along his thigh—all of it was effortlessly understood like the words of a well-loved book.

He was holding himself back for some reason that you couldn't find the effort in yourself to figure out, but he wasn't the only one affected.

"You have to tell me what you like. You have to teach me, senpai."

There was that stiffening again.

You placed your hand high on his tense thigh, completely ignoring the eyes burning into the side of your face. Unlike Ryuu, you were a fantastic actor. You decided you would wait for him to fully relax, or be as relaxed as any teenage boy could be while watching porn before you would strike.

You waited for the moment his leg softened under your hand and oddly enough it was at the point in the video where they showed a very detailed shot of the boy coming inside of the girl. He probably thought it was ending soon. Little did he know you were going in for the kill.

You cuddled further under his arm before you looked up at him with imploring eyes.

"Do you wanna do that...with me, senpai?"

It was just like any other kink, you rationalized. It was on par with the guys who were into being called 'Daddy' or 'Sir' or some other title. It didn't do anything for you, but if your magnificent hunk of a boyfriend got turned on by being called senpai, you were more than happy to go along with it.

"Well?" You prompted when he said nothing and gawked at you like a test he didn't study for.

"What did you call—is this—are we actually about to—" His wide eyes switched between you and the computer screen before deciding you were far more entertaining.

Instead of answering his stammering, you rose to your knees to pull the sundress over your head. You unhooked your bra and threw it off the bed with no regard for where it landed. It was a shame it wasn't one of your cuter ones, but you doubted Ryuu cared.

Your hands paused on the waistband of your panties when you realized he was frozen beside you, eyes flickering over your body like he didn't know where he should look.

"Am I gonna be the only one naked?" You would have thought he was on the court with how fast he jumped off the bed.

You watched from his bed as he struggled to get out of his clothes. It was adorable how excited he was, but he wasn't the only one. You've been waiting nearly thirteen months for this and you were practically vibrating out of your skin.

You were content to watch him almost bust his ass as he tried to get his sweats off when you remembered something.

"We don't need a condom. I'm on birth control." You started birth control years ago to handle your irregular periods, but it also came with the added benefit of Ryuu being able to cream you like a Twinkie.

He stared at you for a second with a blank face before closing his eyes with his hands clasped together...almost like he was praying? You heard him whisper something suspiciously along the lines of him being blessed before he practically bounded up to you like a hyper puppy

Probably not the best analogy to be made in your current situation, but it was true! He was bouncing on the balls of his feet and shaking his hands out like he always did before a match. You briefly wondered if he ever did this before. He never told you if he got this far with any of his exes and you never asked.

At that moment, you decided it didn't matter what he did before because you would be the best he ever had.

Your hands shot forward to pull his underwear down before pausing.

"Is... Is this okay?" You asked, hands hovering over his boxer briefs. For the first time during the entire affair, you were hesitant. What if you were pushing too fast? You hadn't exactly asked anything. You just gave out demands and he followed. You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you ended up pressuring him into this.

"I—," he stopped, staring down at you with wide eyes and for a split second, your heart stopped, "Are you kidding, babe? God, yes, it's okay!"

You honest to God giggled when you pulled him onto the bed with you and clamored onto his lap, like the stereotypical school girl. You calmed yourself down enough to just look at him. The way he gazed at you with a year's worth of pent-up desire made slick dampen the seat of your panties.

"You're just—you're beautiful. God, I love you so so much," the sincerity in his voice was amplified by the goofy grin he gazed up at you with and the blush on the apples of his tan cheeks, "you know that, right?"

One look at Ryuu and even a blind man could see how much he loved you. It was a good thing his feelings were mutual or it'd be pretty embarrassing.

"I love you too, idiot," your hand settled on the back of his close-cropped head to pull him into a kiss. And in typical Tanaka fashion, he kissed you like you were the only thing keeping him alive. He kissed like his only goal was to leave you as breathless as you made him. And he always succeeded.

"Now," you took a deep breath, "are you gonna fuck me, senpai?"

The groan he let out against your lips was more than enough of an answer for you.

You rushed to pull your panties off, thanking whoever was watching over you that it wasn't one with holes or bleach stains on it.

You reached to pull him out of his boxers, but he beat you to it. It gave you pause how he whipped it out like it was nothing to gawk at.

A little over half the length of your forearm, his dick was nothing to scoff at. He was the same width as your wrist with a thick vein running up the underside of his shaft.

Not the first dick you've seen but by far the biggest. Your heart rate picked up as you thought of the logistics of how he'd even fit inside you. You'd probably have trouble with just the tip.

You pulled the foreskin back to see precum already collecting at the angry red head. He jerked when you took the heavy weight of his dick into your hand and you could barely wrap your fingers around him. You didn't think he'd be so sensitive but you called yourself thankful for it. Easier to tease.

You rubbed his tip against the opening of your pussy and pulled away, strings of slick still connecting you. You repeated the action a few times before taking pity on your poor boyfriend. You used his quiet moans as motivation as you pushed his head past your tight hole.

You hissed at the unexpected stretch. The burn veering on the side of uncomfortable, but not painful. You couldn't tell if it was because of how long it had been since the last time you had sex with anyone or if it was because of the sheer size of him.

You decided it was the latter as you tried to take more of him.

"Here," you grabbed one of his thumbs and rubbed it over your clit in quick circles. The callused pad pleasurably rough against the slick covered bud. Luckily, he caught on quickly and kept up the pace as you tried to sink further down. The ache in your walls added to the pleasure on your clit.

You sighed once you finally reached the base. You hadn't expected this much effort would go into just taking him.

He was panting hard, eyes closed and struggling to hold still enough to let you adjust.

"Okay," you breathed, "okay." You slowly rose to your knees and peeked at his dick as it came out coated with your slick, before driving yourself back down with a moan. You settled your hands on his shoulders as you picked up a rhythm.

"You're such a badass, babe," he praised and you would have laughed if him shoving himself into you, thrust for thrust, didn't fuck a series of moans out of you.

You peppered quick kisses against his lips as you drove yourself up and down. You ran the tip of your tongue along his bottom lip before nipping at it. He eagerly took the hint and opened his mouth to you. You swallowed his groans as your hand slid up to the front of his neck and squeezed, tongues pressing together in an openmouthed kiss.

When you pulled away, his eyes flickered between your bouncing breasts, where his dick split you open, and your lidded eyes.

"I've dreamed of this for so long," you moaned as his hand resumed its motion on your sensitive clit. How he was able to piece together coherent sentences was beyond you, "Wanted you so bad, baby. So. Bad."

The headboard slammed into the wall as you sped up your pace. You were lucky you two were the only ones in the house.

"That's right, babe. Bounce on Senpai's dick. Fuck," he cursed, voice cracking when you swiveled your hips, "You like that, don't you? My pretty girl." You didn't want to admit it, but the senpai thing was really doing it for you. Not the actual word, but the sheer affect it had on him.

You can't say you were surprised by how talkative he was, his dirty words dripping over your overheating body like rich syrup. If you knew watching porn would lead to this, you would have done it ages ago.

His big hands used his grip on your ass to rock you back and forth at a faster pace. You relaxed your legs and let him take the lead, pulling his head towards your chest. The animated girl's moans on the computer combined with Tanaka's and created a harmony that pushed you closer to your release.

You moaned freely into his neck as the change of positions dragged your swollen clit over his pelvis with every buck of your hips. Sweaty bodies pushing and pulling against each other in a motion that was more grinding than riding.

Wet and sticky slaps echoed around the room, punctuated by the meat of your ass meeting his wet thighs. Thighs made wet by your juices collecting at the base of his cock.

Your release bubbled low in your stomach, steadily being pushed higher with every one of Tanaka's sloppy thrusts. It pulled heavily from below your naval, expanding to the point where you felt like you could burst. You weren't a virgin—this wasn't your first time, but, God, it felt like it was. And it might as well be your first time with how sensitive he made you.

You were sweaty and you were sore and so, so completely overwhelmed. But your mind was wonderfully cloudy with the pleasurable haze of an incoming orgasm and it made it hard to care.

"You close, babe?" You whimpered out a weak yes as his lips trailed from your jawline down to your damp neck before sucking on the skin.

"Can feel you squeezing me. So damn tight." He panted against your heaving breasts.

You knew it was coming, but knowing and feeling were too different things. Your thighs burned with fatigue, but you couldn't stop. You were so close and the humid air blurred out everything that wasn't Ryuu's cock plunging against that spongy patch on your wall and you didn't want it to end.

He couldn't take his eyes off of you as you used him for your pleasure. Head thrown back and skin gleaming with sweat.

"Shit, I'm-" he grunted at the tightening grip your walls had on him, just begging him to cum, "Fuck, 'M not gonna last, babe." His hips twitched uncontrollably as he rammed into you.

The knot in your stomach built and built before suddenly loosening, your vision blanking completely. Not that you could tell with how far back your eyes rolled. Hands shooting forward to desperately cling onto him as you trembled. Nails digging into his tense biceps, a mantra of his name falling from your lips like a prayer. Your thighs shook as you rode yourself past the sensitivity.

And that's what does it for him, your impossibly tight heat clamping down on him. Tender balls pulled taut against his body as the white ring of cum coating his cock grew with every one of your thrusts down.

The only sound that escaped him was your name broken by his breathy moans.

Once you came back around, you're still dazed with cooling sweat gathering on both of your bodies. The air is still clammy and you were sore from your neck to your thighs but it didn't stop you from looping your arms around Ryuu's neck.

He gathered you into his warm chest, heavy arms locked around your waist.

"So," he huffed, "lesbian porn, huh?"

"Shut up, Ryuu."

[honeyhan-123]

A Slice of Heaven ~ Part One

Summary: When Jensen stumbles across Melody Meringue on a cam website, he just can’t forget her and his obsession blurs the lines between right and wrong.

Warnings: masterbation, camgirl, mention of anal.

Word Count: 1.7k

AN: This can be read as a standalone and has very little - if any - darkness to it. However, Jensen will start to turn dark in the later parts. 

Also this is my first time writing for Jensen so I hope you enjoy!

Series Masterlist

My Masterlist

It all started with a crass joke made by Cougar. Like most of his jokes, Jensen was there but of it. He was used to it by now but something about the way Cougar patronised him about how he wouldn’t understand because of his inability to make a woman look his way just got under his skin. 

Even as Jensen made his way home later that night he was still seething. His anger wasn’t directed at Cougar but at women in general. Why didn’t they pay him any attention? He was just as fit as Cougar, just as smart as him too, probably more so given everything he could do with a computer, but women still ignored him.

He was too potent up to eat so instead Jensen logged onto his laptop and opened up a private browser. He hardly had to type in the first word before google knew what he wanted, offering up the direct link. He was greeted with a black screen and bold red words slowly started to appear. Hot single and lonely.

Jensen pulled his laptop to the edge of his desk and reached into the draw, searching for the secret little satin bag with one hand while his other scrolled down the website. He wasn’t sure what he was in the mood for tonight but he was having fun looking at all the choices. He was tossing up between a best friend threesome and a horny stepmom when a little notification along the top left of the screen caught his eye. 

Melody Meringue is about to go live. Click here to join. 

Jensen had never really been one for cam girls, he preferred to be able to to skip to the good parts but there was something about the little miniature image of you. There you were kneeling on your bed, a white babydoll covering your sensuous curves, and a golden mask covering the top half of your face. He couldn’t help but click on the link. 

It was free to join so Jensen figured you must be pretty new to the scene. You mustn't have amassed enough followers yet for them to charge a joining fee. 

You hadn’t started the session yet so while Jensen was waiting for it to begin he headed to the kitchen, his little satin bag in hand. He still had enough time to boil some water before you were meant to start, plus Jensen figured you wouldn’t get to the good stuff for a while, wanting to go through as many pay barriers as possible. 

When the water started to bubble over, Jensen opened up his most recent purchase. It was pitiful that he had had to stoop so low, relying on a flashlight to keep him company. Maybe if women weren’t so shallow and vapid, he’d have a real pussy to fuck. 

By the time his toy had warmed up enough and was once again sitting in front of his screen, you were ready to start. 

‘Well, it looks like I have a nice big turnout tonight. Thank you all so much, you really do know how to make a girl feel special.’ Jensen swallowed thickly. Your voice was so perfect, so sweet and innocent. He could already tell a girl like you didn’t belong on a seedy website like this. 

‘To any newcomers, I’m Melody Meringue and here’s how this is going to work. I’m here to please you, to make sure you have a good time and the best way to ensure that is to click on the little dollar sign down the bottom. There’ll be a list of actions I can perform for you, each with a different amount attached. However if there’s anything you’d like to see that isn’t listed just send me a message and I’m sure we’ll be able to arrange something.’ 

All of that seemed fairly standard to Jensen, despite never having seen a show like this before and he was surprised by how many messages there were already. They ranged from ‘c’mon Melody. Let Daddy see those gorgeous tits’ all the way to much more crude messages ‘I want to see that big purple dildo up your ass this time’. A wave of heat flushed through Jensen as he read that last message. He could barely imagine a sweet thing like you taking something up the ass but god, did he want to see it. 

With one hand Jensen fumbled with his best while his other filled the fleshlight with lube. He was already straining against his pants and he was desperate to get off with you.

He watched with eager eyes as your hands travelled up your luscious body and squeezed your tits together, letting the flesh pop out over the top. How he wanted to bury his face on your chest, kissing and nuzzling the tender skin there. Or slide his cock between your tits, coating them in his essence. 

Jensen had no idea how long he had been watching but you’d discarded the chiffon babydoll and bra you had one underneath when the first paywall came up. It was only $5 to keep on going and Jensen was definitely hooked enough to keep on watching. Plus his dick was now aching from how hard he was. 

He was brought back to your image as you knelt on the bed, your hands dancing along your nearly naked body. The lighting had changed slightly, becoming slightly darker and more sensual as you prepared to go further into your show. After about a minute of you teasing the audience, waiting for everyone to join back in. ‘It’s so lovely to see so many of you interested in little ol’ me. Well… really I guess you’re actually more interested in this pretty little pussy aren’t you?’ You gripped your cunt over the thin material of your panties and slowly gyrated your hips as you rubbed yourself. ‘Don’t you worry Baby. I’m gonna give you exactly what you want.’ 

Jensen let out a soft gasp as you barred yourself to the camera. He definitely had to admit you really did have a very pretty little pussy. Even from the angle of the camera he could see your slick as it dripped out onto your thighs. His cock was pulsing against his stomach, firm and flushed with precum dribbling down from the tip. He was so hard he couldn’t bear being untouched anymore so he gingerly eased himself into the little hole of his fleshlight, wishing it was you. 

He was so sensitive and the warmed silicone was almost too much as it contracted, pulling him in even further. His eyes were glued to you as you moved on the bed, leaning back so that the camera had a clear shot of your fingers swirling around in your slick, rubbing your precious little clit as you let out moan after moan and Jensen turning his volume up to the max, not wanting to miss a single sound coming from you. 

Jensen had never felt this desperate to cum. He was so close to typing a message to you, begging you to cum for him so he could too. He refused to do it before he got to see the pleasure course its way over your body, but the familiar tightening in his gut had a different idea in mind. 

He watched enamoured as you slipped one finger into your wet hole, and then another one, scissoring them together while your palm brushed against your clit. You were a heavenly sight as you fingered yourself harder and faster and Jensen was right on the edge about to let his own release overpower him. He was so freaking close, his knuckles turning white as they gripped the toy desperately but suddenly, your image was gone. 

And just like that, so was Jensen’s orgasm. 

He huffed as he approved the next paywall. It was slightly more expensive than the first but Jensen didn’t even pay attention to the price, he needed to see you again too badly. 

When the stream resumed you were once again kneeling on the bed, this time with a cute little rabbit in your hands. You were lathering it up with lube, pumping it generously and Jensen twitched in excitement. He wanted to see your perfectly manicured hand wrapped around him. 

You pouted towards the camera as you continued your work, pushing out your plump lips. ‘I wish you were here so I could have your cock but instead I guess I’ll have to settle for this one.’ Jensen could hear the faint squelch when you sank down onto the bulbous tip.  Only the small flared base poked out and you smiled rakishly at the camera. 

‘Tell me Baby. Do you wanna see me fuck myself like this or are you gonna let me turn on the vibrations?’ Jensen eagerly reached for the keyboard, typing his first message of the night. 

Of course you can Honey. I wanna see you come apart for me.

He hit send before he could see anyone else's messages. He wanted to pretend it was only you and him in this show. 

You must have read his message on your small tablet because a smile lit up your features. ‘Thank you Baby. You’re gonna make me cum so hard. I’m already so close.’ 

The soft hum of vibrations echoed through Jensen’s speakers and even louder were your moans as they fell from your lips. Jensen slid the fleshlight over his cock in time with your bounces and if he squinted he could almost pretend you were right there in front of him, bouncing up and down on his cock. H

He could tell you were close as you reached up to grasp your tits. ‘I’m gonna… please. Please let me cum Baby. God I need to. Please!’ You begged the camera and a string of approval filled the chat. ‘Thank you Baby. I -’ your sentence broke off half way through as your orgasm washed over you. Jensen could see your muscles tense and convulse as the pleasure rushed its way through you and he felt his own orgasm crash over him. His breath came in spurts as he filled the toy with his seed. 

You stuck around a little longer, thanking your patrons and reminding them of your times and Jensen made a little mental note, promising that he wouldn’t miss any of them. 

+

Tags will be added in a reblog.

Series Masterlist

My Masterlist

Next Part

Thanks for reading!

[hyunjilicious]

onlyfans #2 [ransom drysdale x reader x lee bodecker]

A/n: !!!! part two is here and I’m literally so excited lmao. It was supposed to be twice as long, but stick around because I’ll start writing part 3 asap!! I love this concept!! Come talk to me about it!!

Summary: Ransom decides that what his onlyfans account needed to get more traction is a threesome. So here he is, Sheriff Lee Bodecker in all his glory. (SMUT) 8.9k

Warnings: unprotected sex, double penetration, oral (both receiving), humiliation, degradation, dirty talk, dom/sub dynamics, domestic submission, daddy kink, slapping, spanking, dubcon/noncon, filming sexual acts... they’re both assholes, you have been warned! Absolutely DO NOT READ if any of these upset you or make you uncomfortable in any way! Also, 18+ in case that wasn’t clear lol. That being said... ENJOY!!

 You can read part 1 here, although this works as a standalone too!

Despite your fingers nervously trembling around the small brush in your hand, your makeup turned out just about perfect. And now, you were just standing there, in front of the mirror, studying every inch of your face, searching for any small detail that had yet to be fixed. There wasn't one. Just like always, you now looked perfect too. 

Still, the will to stand up and leave was absent. It was perfectly silent around the room, creating the perfect environment for you to get lost in thoughts. Your stomach was buzzing with enthusiasm and your palms were sweaty, yet you wanted to delay the moment for as long as you could - maybe the eyeliner wing on your right eye was a bit too thick - maybe you needed to start over. And you were just about to do so, to grab the makeup remover inches away from your hand, and undo the work you've put so much patience in. But you didn't get to.

The door opened and Ransom walked inside. 

You didn't turn around, as his frame showed up in the mirror, right behind you. 

"You look beautiful, love" he said softly, his fingers dancing through your recently styled hair.

"Thank you"

"Look at me" he cooed, tilting your chin.

You fell back against his hard abdomen, smiling deeply as you searched for his stern eyes. They were cold, you knew he had something in mind.

It was one of those days when he wouldn't allow anything to go wrong. Although always a control freak, throughout your relationship, you learned when it was absolutely necessary to not piss him off - and it was more than easy to tell that this was one of those times.

"I love you" Ransom smiled, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

His touch warmed you up from the inside. Slowly, his hands descended from your shoulders, caging your chest into a sweet embrace, before grabbing your breasts into his palms. You moaned lightly, your eyes falling closed.

"Such a good girl" he chuckled, squeezing harder until you squirmed under his touch. "Does it hurt?" he asked, his grip not loosening up.

You nodded, eyes still closed and your smile just as wide. "But I like it," you confessed.

"Of course you do, baby" he laughed, "I know exactly what my baby needs"

Cheeks on fire, you spun around in your chair, and wrapped your arms around his middle. Ransom rubbed your back a few times, before harshly pulling you up to face him, "How are you feeling? You feeling good? Excited?"

"Yes" you nodded eagerly.

He took a deep breath, kissing the top of your head before returning to look at you with a serious glare in his eyes, "Lee's gonna be here real soon, and I need you to be real good for me, ok? I know you can, but you can also be a pain in the ass, sometimes. Now is not the time, Y/n, ok?"

"Yes, I know" you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck, "I'll make you proud, you'll see. I wanna do this right, Ransom, I won't let you down, I promise."

Hearing your words, the corners of his mouth tilted into a devious grin, "Why aren't you always like this?" Despite his words being somewhat cold and condescending, there was awe in his eyes. It didn't always look like it, but he loved you more than he could ever put into words - he did it in his own fucked up way, but he did, and you knew it.

"I try" you giggled, "You know I always try to be good, it's just that sometimes it's hard with you"

"I wouldn't be so hard on you, baby girl, if you didn't ask for it"

"Ok" you sighed, smiling as you spoke inches away from his lips, "You know I never actually mean to upset you, right?"

"Of course, angel, you're not that stupid"

"Oh my god" you rolled your eyes.

Laughing at his antics and at his ways of making everything that came out of his mouth sound demeaning, you turned around to give yourself another look in the mirror.

"I'm not finished, baby" he sighed, grabbing your elbow to spin you around. "Now, I know you're not dumb enough to say no to me, but it's not gonna be just us two today-"

"I know" you cut him off, stomping your foot, already growing annoyed with what looked like his lack of trust in you, "I won't do anything to piss him-"

"No," Ransom said harshly, grabbing your chin. Your blood ran cold as his demeanor changed. "Why do you have to go and make assumptions, hm? Told you to be a good girl and listen to me. He's not even here yet, and there you are, interrupting me when I'm speaking to you. You know how much I hate that. Are you capable of shutting that mouth and listening?"

You nodded against his grip, eyes wide with regret.

"Good" he cleared his throat, "What I wanted to say, you dumb slut, is that if he does anything you don't like - and by anything, I mean so much as breathes the wrong way, you tell me, and he's out, got it?"

"Yes" you whimpered, taken aback. You did not see that coming.

"You'll be a good girl, listen to him and do whatever he says, yeah? If you don't like him, you come to tell me. If you don't come and tell me, I'll assume everything goes, understood?"

"Yes"

"Use your words, full sentences, come on, Y/n, I know it's hard for you, but you can do it," he growled, shaking your entire frame to get your attention.

"If- if I don't like him-" you mumbled, "I'll tell you. Otherwise, I'll do everything he says"

Instantly, his face contorted into a sick smile, letting go of your chin, "Was that so hard?"

You weakly shook your head, "No"

Ransom opened his mouth to say something else, but the sound of the door bell ringing beat him to it. A wave of anxiety washed over you, but he never looked more excited. Ransom hurried towards the door of the bedroom, stopping just before waking out, "Is that blow job proof?" he asked, pointing to your lips.

"Yeah" you nodded.

"Good, I like a challenge" he grinned, "Come downstairs whenever you're ready"

"Wait-" you hurried to stop him, "You never told me what to wear"

Ransom frowned, looking you up and down. You had a violet bralette on, and a pair of shorts. This wasn't right.

"Wear whoever you want, love" he said confused, "You won't be in them long anyway"

"Ok" you whispered, head buzzing with a million possibilities, "I'll be right there"

"Take your time, baby"

And with that, he left. 'Fuck' you thought, rushing over to your closet. Nervous sweat coated your entire body as your eyes scanned over the multitude of clothing options laying before you, yet none of them seemed to fit the occasion. You knew better than to wear something unnecessarily skimpy that would make every one of your movements uncomfortable, but at the same time, you knew sweats wouldn't cut it. After a moment's worth of careful consideration, you took off your bra and instead put on a black cashmere shirt, with the top buttons undone to the point where your cleavage was nothing more than suggestive, and tucked it into a pair of high waisted shorts. For a second you considered adding heels to your outfit, but figured none of the two men patiently waiting downstairs would think twice before asking you to put them on in case that was what they wanted. So, you hooked your fingers around the heel of the shoes, and left the bedroom.

As you tiptoed your way down the circular staircase, Ransom's familiar tone became audible. When you rounded the corner, his voice came to a halt, and instantly, his eyes met yours.

"Babe!" he called, his proud smile lighting up the room. He raised one hand to wave you over as he sent a knowing grin to his guest.

From where you were standing, you could only see the back of Lee's head. Now, you had seen pictures of him, yet a buzz of anticipation coursed through your body. As you walked across the living room, Ransom's eyes never left your frame, but Lee took his time. He had only turned to look at you when you reached them, deep, hungry blue eyes scanning your frame.

You knew he was a sheriff two towns over, so that was why you found yourself just slightly disappointed with the fact that he seemed to have left his uniform at home. It made sense, but you still wished he had brought at least the hat. 

His attire resembled a police uniform, however these were regular clothes. Nothing more than a black shirt tucked into some worn out pair jeans, and a leather jacket to top off the look. At a first glance, he wasn't the type to take your breath away, but still, your eyes remained trained on him.

He looked about a few years older than Ransom, which made him maybe 15 years older than you, only the thought tugging the corners of your lips into a frenzied grin. You did your best not to stare, but you found yourself somewhat drawn to him. He wasn't your type, not even by far, especially considering the way his belly pushed down on the belt of his jeans, but the circumstances allowed, and you couldn't deny the pang you felt between your legs when you remember what he was here for.

"Baby?" Ransom called. With a small jump, you came back to reality, and turned to your boyfriend, a polite smile on your lips. "Sheriff Lee Bodecker, Y/n. Y/n, this is Lee"

Before he even finished making the introductions, you had already tiptoed your way over. "Nice to meet you" 

Up close, there was something different about him. He didn't bother standing up, instead just spread his knees a little wider, taking your hand into his and kissing your knuckles, "Nice to meet ya, sweetheart"

Tingles went up your arm from where he had just pressed his lips to your skin, and as your mind was busy processing the situation, you failed to say anything else.

Ransom saved you the embarrassment, cutting off the silence, "Love, grab us something to drink, ok?"

"Yes, of course!" you jumped, eager to change the tone. "What would you like?"

"I'm a whiskey man myself-" Lee snickered, "I'll take whatever you guys have, though. Just make it cold. Ice, if ya got any"

You turned to Ransom. "That Toussaint no.05 bottle, baby, you know which one?" he asked.

You nodded.

"Good, now hurry"

And you did - you almost stormed out of the room, rushing into the kitchen. Being out of their presence felt like you could finally breathe again. Planting your hands on the cold, marble counter, you leaned forward, taking in breath after breath. 'Calm the fuck down' you thought to yourself. 'The fuck is wrong with me? He's not good looking-' you cringed, squeezing your eyes shut, 'Then why am I-' 

You stopped yourself before even articulating the thoughts. You were afraid of what it meant. That was not something for you to process right now. So, forcing yourself to not make any wrong move, you took out the good glasses stashed on the top shelf of the kitchen counter, added a couple of ice cubes, and watched the whiskey linger along them. 

Cringing at the thought of announcing the drinks were ready, you decided to walk back inside without another word, and placed the glasses on the small coffee table between them.

"Where's your glass, puppet, ya gonna drink straight from the bottle?" Lee asked, not even hesitating before attacking his whiskey.

"Oh, I don't really drink"

"Why not?" he asked, cringing from the sourness of the drink.

"I-" you stammered, turning to look at Ransom.

"Have a sip" he laughed at your innocence, pointing to his glass, "See if you like it"

"Come on, angel, you'll love it." Lee chuckled, patting the spot next to him on the couch, "Pour yourself a drink and come sit down with me"

Against your better judgement, you did as told. You went and fixed yourself a glass, but when you returned, it was as if the alcohol had already gotten to them. You knew they couldn't have been drunk yet, but it sure looked at if it was what they needed to get the vibe going. Ransom gestured for you with a simple nod to join Lee, and on shaky knees, you did so.

In your mind, you were going to walk over there and sit at least 10 inches away from him, but he had other ideas. When you reached him, Lee spread his legs, tapping his thigh, "Come 'ere, doll"

You gulped and sat down in his lap, his hands instantly finding your hips. "You good?" he asked, rubbing his big, calloused hand up and down your bare thigh, "Seem a little tense"

"I'm good" you smiled shyly.

"Ya sure?" he asked tauntingly, throwing you a wicked smile that exposed his teeth. It sent shivers down your spine, but you nodded obediently. Wanting to release some of the tension, and due to a lack of a better answer, you turned to Ransom, who much to your dismay, had his nose buried into his phone - his attention nowhere near to whatever was going on in the room.

Lee was quick to cry for your attention, not too shy to grab your chin and get you to face him again. "Don't you think you and I should get to know each other a bit?" he taunted, "Or do you not have any kind of problem fucking a random stranger?"

"I-" you muttered, eyes widening with surprise, "Yeah. You're right, yeah. We should"

It was as if he could feel the tension in your veins. And it was if he feasted on the uneasiness that enveloped you. His proud stare showed just how much he was enjoying the moment.

"Let me see you, then, doll" he hummed, rubbing the back of his fingers up your side, tracing the curve of your breast. "Got no reason to be shy" he added, tugging at your collar.

"I- I'm not shy" you sighed, shaking your head.

"Told ya to drink some of that whiskey, doll, would've made things easier." Lee grabbed the highest button that was still done on your shirt, playing with it between his fingers, "Wanna see your tits, baby"

Determined to at least start on the right foot, you didn't hesitate to open a few more buttons and then pull the shirt over your head. Never in your life had you felt more exposed, and the pain between your legs reflected that perfectly. 

"Sorry to interrupt-" Ransom laughed, standing up from his spot.

His voice nearly startled you. Embarrassment took over you when you put all the pieces together, and your palms got sweaty just thinking about what he was about to say.

"I'll give you two some alone time-" he continued, "Gotta set up the room anyway. But I need to post a picture before, a little hype never hurt nobody, right?"

"Right" you nodded, waiting for further instructions. 

However, they didn't come from Ransom. Lee grabbed your waist and spun you around, your back now facing him. Straddling his right leg, you pushed your ass back against his crotch and brought your chest forward, tilting your head to the side, as you waited for Ransom to take the picture.

He was chuckling as he did, shaking his head with an expression on his face that you failed to read. Instantly, he shoved his phone back in his pocket and walked over to you. He laced his fingers through your hair, looking down into your eyes.

"You gonna be a good little girl for Mr. Bodecker?"

"Yes"

"You'll do anything he asks, ok?"

"Yes, I will" you nodded.

"Promise me?"

"Yes, I promise" you smiled up at him.

"Don’t piss him off, Y/n, you'll regret it later" Ransom threatened, but he did so with an eager grin on his lips.

"I won't" you giggled, "I promise"

"She can't piss me off" Lee butted in, his whole frame shaking with laughter under your weight, "Look at her"

"I see her" Ransom smirked, walking towards the bedroom, "I fucking see her but you'll be surprised how big of a fucking pain in the ass she can be when she wants to"

"You look a fucking gem to me, doll" he grinned.

You turned around in his hold and settled back on his thigh, but this time facing him. "Thank you" you smiled.

"Can't lie," Lee chuckled, "Curious what you could do to piss your daddy off"

"Nothing on purpose"

"Course not" he agreed, every now and then his glare slipping down to your exposed chest. "Can tell you're a good girl, and you know your place. Wouldn’t be standing here if you weren't, would you?"

"I guess not"

He took a deep breath, "I tell you what-" Lee sighed, grabbing your glass and shoving it into your hands, "Drink this. All of it, like the good girl you said you are, and maybe then I won't have to force the words out of you, hm?"

"I'm sorry-" you tried to excuse yourself, "I'm just-"

"Drink!"

His tone made the temperature in the room drop, and you didn't hesitate. The alcohol burned its way down your throat, upsetting your stomach before you even finished the drink. The bitterness became too much, and feeling your gag reflex threaten to stop you from ingesting any more of the whiskey, you straightened your back and pulled the glass away from your lips.

"What did I say?" he raised an eyebrow, "Finish it"

And he helped you with it, guiding your hand back up to your lips, forcing the remaining liquid to pour down your throat. A few stray drops escaped and dribbled down your chin, giving him the perfect excuse to gather them with his thumb and then shove his digit into your mouth.

You gathered your lips around his finger, your eyes shakily looking for his.

"See it wasn't that hard?" he laughed, and you nodded no, without breaking the eye contact.

"God damnit, girl, got my cock all hard already"

You watched him carefully, unable to answer with his thumb still knuckles deep into your mouth. It was clear you were driving him insane, his cock bulging against the material of his pants.

"Come 'ere" he eventually said, moving his hand to grip your chin, roughly pulling you towards him.

You leaned into his touch and followed his lead. Slowly, you found yourself bent over him, your chest pressed to his, as he welcomed your lips into a greedy kiss. It took you aback, but you gave in completely. He took the lead, one hand on the back of your head and the other on your waist, his tongue exploring your mouth with nonchalance. For better support, you planted your palms against his shoulders, hoping you could pull yourself up and straddle his hips. 

"Like this" the sheriff grunted against your lips, effortlessly guiding you higher up his thigh. You settled with a small huff, holding onto his chest for better balance. The hunger on his lips was consuming you as he kissed down your neck. His hands reached behind your back, pressing you down into his leg. Unconsciously, you started to rock back and forth, slowly and subtly, not wanting things to escalate, all you needed was a bit of release.

But Lee caught onto it, snaking his fingers under the hem of your way too revealing shorts, "Wanna get yourself off on my leg, doll?" he whispered against your jaw, tightening his hold on your ass.

You whined lowly, not giving him any kind of answer.

"Is your cunt wet?" he asked, his hands not leaving your ass.

"Yes-" you cringed, pressing yourself harder down against his thigh.

"Then fucking strip, and get yourself off"

"Now?" you gasped.

"No, tomorrow" Lee rolled his eyes, slapping your cheek hard enough to get you to realise just how serious he was. 

For the first time, you felt actual fear in your veins, but at the same time, your fingertips buzzed with determination to please him. So you scrambled off his lap and undressed, your jeans sliding off your legs with ease, followed by your panties, drenched and already slick with your juices. His glare burned your skin but you returned to your place against his leg.

The feeling of your bare core against the material of his jeans drove you insane. It was rough and slightly painful, but once you started to move, rolling your hips along his muscles, the pain started to fade into pleasure. With your hands gripping the sides of his shirt under his jacket, you worked on getting yourself off.

"Look at me" the sheriff commanded, slapping your ass, "What goes through that head of yours now, hm? Tell me"

"You" you panted, slowly looking up at him with shame in your eyes, "Now- what I'm doing now-"

"Makes you feel like a slut?"

You hesitated, but answered, "Yes"

"And you love that, don't you?"

"Yes.. I do"

"Should've figured that out sooner" Lee shook his head, his hands lewdly gripping your breasts, "You whore yourself out for money everyday, don't know why I thought I should go easy on you. You don't want that, do you? For me to go easy on you? You wanna be roughed up real good. Saw what your daddy does to you everyday, you can take it"

"Yes, I can take it" you whined, doing your best to work with what you got. No matter what you did, you wanted more. More pressure against your clit, needed something to enter you, needed Mr. Bodecker to push your buttons just a bit more. 

"Were you always like this?" he taunted, guiding your hips towards a more profound release, his nails deep in your skin as he spoke through his gritted teeth, "Whiny, and with no fuckin' shame? Eager to please whatever man touches you?"

"...no"

"No?" he questioned surprised, "Ransom turned into into his fuck doll, didn't he?"

You nodded, feeling your walls start to clench as you were getting closer and closer to an orgasm.

"I bet you like it better now, don't you?" Lee pushed, "Bet the fuckin' is so much better now that you got yourself a man that knows how to treat a whore like you"

At this point your core was numb as you sweated through every pore, your high moments away. "Never- I- I never had anyone else" you confessed in a shaky tone.

"What?" Lee exploded, perverse enthusiasm threatening to burst out of him. He smiled like you've never seen him before, his pupils dilated as a rush of jealousy washed over him. "That fucker, shoulda known" he shook his head.

"He loves me” you tried to articulate, your words coming out all whiny and muffled.

“Show me how much you love your daddy-” Lee growled, grabbing your chin into his hand. He immobilized you so that you couldn’t look away, his eyes so vile and crude that you felt violated to your bones, “Cum for me if you love him, you know that’s what he wants”

“Yes” you cried.

“He wouldn’t have you in this position if he didn’t love you, baby” he huffed, his lips wet with spit as the anger in his words took over, “He trusts you to be good, don’t let him down”

“I don’t want to let him down”

“Then be a good fucking slut and cum”

You felt pleasure roll up your spine, your eyes squeezing shut as tears broke away at the corners. You bit down hard into your lips, coming undone into the hands of the stranger Ransom chose, and you didn’t have anything against it. As wave after wave of liquid ecstasy surged through your frame, you moaned out loud, profanity after profanity, until your body reached its limits and you fell into his hold, body limb in Mr. Bodecker’s lap.

“Knew you had it in ya” he commented, rubbing your back, before rolling you off of him. With minimal effort you settled by his side on the couch, naked and sweaty, your thighs sticky together as you waited for his next move.

“I know sluts like you think better after their pussies get some attention, so now you can listen to me” Lee taunted, his hand exploring your body.

With big, doe eyes, you remained silent.

“Got a few rules for you, doll” he grinned, slipping his fingers along your sensitive folds, “Think you can keep up?"

“I can” you responded, just his condescending tone making your clit buzz all over again.

“Once that camera is on, I’m not a fucking sheriff and my name isn’t Lee, got that? I’m Sir to you, or whatever that brain of yours manages to muster. Don’t care what you have to say anyway, so you can go ahead and call me whatever you deem appropriate. If you choose anything stupid, you’ll regret it, so I’m counting on the fact that you won’t”

“I won’t” you shook your head, finally slipping in the right mood for what was to come, “I’ll call you Sir”

“Good,” he slowly nodded, his eyes scanning your body. His hand still between your legs, was teasing your opening, making you crave more, but you knew better.

“What are the other rules?” you asked innocently.

“Had a couple more” Lee admitted, standing up from the couch and motioning for you to follow suit, “But won’t it be so much more fun if you figure them out as we go?”

“I don’t want to do anything wrong” you pouted, scrambling to your feet.

“Sweet-” he grinned, slapping your ass and pointing towards the bedrooms, “I’m sure you will though, and I can’t wait”

“I won’t” you beamed, turning around and walking backwards up the stairs, “You’ll see!”

“Wanna make me real proud?”

“Yes!”

“Figure out what the other two rules were, and maybe then I won’t think you’re just a dumb fuck toy”

“You’ll see, Mr. Bodecker” you giggled, rushing up the remaining steps before reaching the bedroom, “I’m more than meets the eye”

He shook his head, amused with how eager you turned. Your whole attitude changed, you turned from a sweet girl, shy but still determined to do right by her daddy, into this completely other version of yourself, walking naked around the house, smiling proudly when a stranger decided to openly degrade you. Did you care? Not in the slightest.

It only came to you as a sudden realisation that you had no clothes on when you walked into the bedroom, and saw Ransom chuckling under his breath after his eyes landed on you.

“Is that how you get to know people?” he shook his head, opening his closet and fishing out a Tshirt for you, “You fuck ‘em?”

“Jesus-” you scoffed, turning the shirt around in your hands and then pulling it over your head, “We didn’t fuck”

“So you’re just naked and flushed for no reason”

Before you got the chance to say anything you might soon regret, you heard the floorboards creak, as Lee entered the room and walked around you towards the bed. His cock was threatening to rip away through the hard material of his pants, and it wasn’t only you who noticed.

“On your knees, Y/n” Ransom commanded, still on the other side of the room, playing with the camera set-up. 

Without questioning his words, you dropped to the floor, only to have to crawl all the way over to Lee. He looked satisfied, his cheeks red and he seemed on the edge, but he had controlled himself enough. He toyed with your hair as you leaned against his knees, smiling up at him.

“Ok” Ransom said, coming up behind you to face Lee, “Record with this-” he added, handing him his phone, “It doesn’t really matter how good it turns out, the main camera is the one over there-” he said, nodding to the side, “But still, you got the best point of view”

“Yeah, yeah, got it” Lee nodded, taking the phone into his hand.

When no command came for you, you looked up at Ransom confused. 

“What?” he asked, “Want me to teach you how to suck a dick?”

You almost said no. You almost answered probably the most rhetorical question Ransom had ever spoken, and couldn’t help but giggle to yourself. The moment was cut short however, as Lee stood up and undid his pants. Your palms watered as you listened to his belt being unbuckled, and then you didn’t find the will to look away as he started to lower his jeans down his thighs.

You didn’t quite know what you were expecting, but your breathing became unregulated as soon as his enlarged member came into view. More thick than long and with dark veins protruding at its sides, you watched precum leak out of the inflamed head of his cock. 

Suddenly, you felt a pair of hands, Ransom’s, grab your cheeks from where he was standing behind you, and pull you back with force so that he could look into your eyes. He bent down until his breath fanned against your skin, “Don’t hold back, baby, yeah. Suck his cock as good as you suck mine. Don’t fucking disappoint me. You take it down your throat, you swallow and you say thanks, got it?”

When he received your answer in the form of a nod, Ransom pushed you back. He easily guided you forward until you were standing between Mr. Bodecker’s legs. Placing your elbows on his thighs, you picked up his cock, and lowered yourself as deep as you could, planting your tongue as the base of his shaft. You licked your way up until you reached the tip, expertly twirling your tongue along his slit, delighted by the grunts he tried so hard to conceal. 

Pumping him in your hand a few times, you prepared to take him down your throat. You knew he couldn’t last much longer, every sign pointed to him being already close to his release. Wrapping your lips around his tip, you sucked mercilessly from between hollowed cheeks. 

"Love-" Ransom sighed, fisting your hair into his hand and harshly pulling you back. He spoke into your ear, in a grave tone that shook you to the core, "I know you can do better than that”

Hyperventilating, your eyes shot up to meet Lee’s, his expression coated in a crude, hazardous shade of darkness. He brought his hand up to rub his thumb across your bottom lip as he, much to your surprise, guided you back, “Come on, doll”

You obliged, and resumed your work as Ransom’s hold on you loosened up.

You bopped your head up and down against the tip of his cock, chest tightening with the anxiety of going further. It was the fear of the unknown that took hold of you, but it was short lived, your suspicion based dread soon being replaced with a fear that was solely rooted in the acts of the two men around you.

Lee curled his fingers around the roots of your hair, forcing your mouth to slip all the way down his cock. He stopped when it was no longer your will resizing him, but the fact that he couldn’t physically push you any further.

You slumped under his grip, your knees falling weak as your back resumed its curved position, trying - hoping to make some way - any kind of way for air to still pass to your lungs. But it was in vain, as your throat convulsed around his bulbous head, your eyes wet with still unshed tears. Deep down, you knew you could keep going, but your instincts begged for a release. 

Slowly, you curled your fingers into the flesh of his thighs, pressing down hard as your legs squirmed under your weight. You tried to move away, but were only met with the pain of your hair being pulled, as Lee continued to keep you in place.

“Stop fighting it, you little slut. You know that's what you're here for” Ransom called, bending down behind you.

His right hand snaked up your shirt, his greedy touch exploring the skin of your sides and then he went further up your chest. It was suffocating and exhausting, a wave of shame rushing up your spine as the first row of tears rushed down your cheeks.

A loud sob tried to escape your throat but it was muffled by the way Lee’s cock filled your mouth. That didn’t stop you however from continuing to choke back pitiful wails as your air supply was running dangerously low.

No matter how hard you fought him, it seemed in vain. He enjoyed his moment of pleasure too much, his chest shaking with every grunt that passed his dry lips.

“Fuck, yes” he eventually cried out, throwing his head back as he released you from his furious grip.

You stumbled backwards, gasping for air, right against Ransom’s chest. He brushed the hair out of your eyes, looking down at you. His breathing was calm and regulated, almost a mockery compared to the heaving way your chest struggled to make up for the time you spent without air. 

“See?” he laughed, kissing your temple, “Told you you could do it”

It took a few seconds for your vision to focus again, your eyes instantly capturing Lee’s frame. His eyes squeezed shut as he worked himself into his hand. You knew you’d regret it if you let him finish by himself, so you pushed your limits, and despite every muscle of your body trembling out of control, you resumed your position ready to get it over with.

“So eager, you slut” Lee shook his head, gripping your chin. Ransom helped guide you, shoving you back between the sheriff's legs, but this time you didn’t need any assistance in taking him all the way down inside your mouth.

You ignored the pang in your chest when his tip brushed against the back of your throat. Your eyes already wet and lungs close to their breaking point, this time you had no chance in lasting as long as you did the first time. Ransom took it upon himself though, squatting down behind you. His muscled thighs caged your shivering frame, as he pinned you down. 

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he laughed against the shell of your ear, “The way he’s fucking your mouth? And you just sit and take it, cause you’re a smart girl, right?”

A joke - he amused himself, as if there was any way for you to actually answer.

“You like having your whore mouth filled with a fat cock? Especially when it belongs to a man you met about an hour ago, don’t you?”

This time, you blinked uncontrollably. His devious tone and rude words made your body respond in a jerk like fashion, your pussy starting to throb, all while accelerating the rate at which your body was starting to run out of oxygen. You curled your fingers into the thick material of Ransom’s sweater, your gesture begging him to stop. But he didn’t, not yet.

“Don’t be rude, slut” he taunted, and you heard Lee chuckle, deep and raspy as his hips bucked into your mouth, “I know your limits and you know how fun it is for me when I ignore them”

At this point, tears streamed down your cheeks, ruining your makeup, your glittery eyeshadow now coating half your face. You coughed harshly, your throat closing up against his cock as your gag reflex settled for maybe what was the final warning.

And as it turns out, Ransom did now your limits, as just when you thought you literally couldn’t take any more, not even just one second longer, he grabbed your hair, pulling you back. His action was met with a loud, pleasure infused moan from Lee’s part, all while you broke down. You clawed away at Ransom’s chest, gathering yourself into a ball between his outstretched arms, as you waited for your body to get accustomed to air again.

“Shh, baby-” he cooed, stroking your hair, “You’re ok, look up at me”

And you did, eyes watery and searching for any kind of warmth or understanding. There were traces of what you knew and called love, but they were hidden behind a perverse satisfaction rooted in seeing you at his mercy.

"Do you want to make daddy angry?" he asked, in such a sweet tone it made it feel like a crime to give any answer other than what he wanted to hear.

"No" you nodded sincerely.

"Then finish him off, pet, don't waste my time" he urged you, pointing to Lee.

Without even bothering to wipe your tears, you spun around and faced Mr. Bodecker again. He was far away from you, head tilted back as he chased his release by himself.

"Open" he commanded, rubbing his thumb across his slit. 

As it turned out, you were not fast enough to comply, as he broke out of his daze, his palm connecting to your cheek, "Fucking open that whore mouth!"

In a matter of seconds, your lips parted, tongue poking out as you waited. And it wasn't a long wait, his hot cum shooting out of his cock and directly into your mouth in an instant.

You swallowed with every chance you got, licking your lips in search for any drops you may have missed. He cursed his way through the earth shattering orgasm, the chain of profanities that come out of his mouth managing to make all the hairs on your body stand up. 

He finished with a low grunt, "Yeah.. yeah.. fuck.." milking his cock until there was nothing left for you to take.

"Good fucking job, you slut" he chuckled along with a shake of his head, almost looking surprised, "Had plenty of practice, didn't you?"

"A bit" you mumbled coyly.

"Oh, so then you're a natural" he laughed, "Makes sense. A whore mouth of yours should always be stuffed"

Due to the lack of a better response, you looked up and muttered a shy "Thank you"

The rollercoaster of emotions and thoughts that stormed through your head at this particular moment made it absolutely impossible for you to keep up with them, but judging by the way he grinned down at you, it should be safe to assume they were not expecting anything more.

With each moment that passed, you found yourself slipping deeper and deeper into a vicious and twisted state of mind, and you let yourself get carried away - both mentally and physically.

In a haze, Ransom grabbed you and threw you on the bed, not even giving you a chance to settle properly before ruthlessly tugging at the shirt you still had on, ripping it off your body with one excruciating screech. His action accentuated the pain between your legs, and you ended up rubbing your thighs together as you sat naked on the bed while the two men looked at you like prey; 3 cameras still pointed at you, still recording.

You licked your lips as Ransom shuffled out of his clothes, your heart rate fibrillating with anticipation. “On your back, pet” your boyfriend commanded.

Following his orders, you let yourself fall back against the plump pillows, your hands around your chest and knees innocently pressed together. Ransom rounded the bed, coming up behind you. He leaned down above you, coming into your line of sight. Even upside down and with his features mostly hidden away by the shadows of the room, his eyes still shone that familiar shade of darkness that brought you to submission in an instant.

As he bent down all the way to press his lips to yours, you felt your legs being pulled apart. Just because you couldn’t see what was going on aroused you to no end, making you moan into the kiss. Ransom’s hands traveled down your body, caressing your breasts with that amount of pressure he knew would have you squirming. And it did, it worked, as you arched your back, whining against his tongue as he tortured your nipples between his experienced fingers.

He almost monopolized your full attention, your mind concentrating solely on the feel of Ransom’s touches, and this too, again, worked in their favour. Out of nowhere, while you were still enjoying the calm moment, a painful slap echoed around the room, the pain only propagating across your body after you processed what happened. 

That was Lee’s way of demanding your attention, or maybe his way of reminding you that this day wasn’t about you and your pleasure. The slap he delivered against your exposed and sensitive pussy had you whimpering out in pain as you pulled away from Ransom’s lips and gathered yourself into a ball.

“Come back here, darling. Where do you think you’re going?” he laughed, pinning your shoulders down against the mattress, as Bodecker aggressively straightened your legs again. “Wanna make this hard?” Ransom questioned.

“No” you shook your head, “No, no, please”

“Then fucking behave!” he yelled, his instant mood swing taking you aback. 

“I’m sorry”

“Fucking pull away like that again and you will be, you dumb slut” he scoffed, slapping your face again.

In the meantime, Lee crawled between your legs, his sordid nature shining bright as he decided you weren’t worth even a warning, before he rammed two fingers inside your pussy, knuckles deep.

“Fuck!” you screamed, fighting against your instinct, and resisting the urge to close your legs together.

Your reaction won you another slap, this one more tame from Ransom, who towered over you, “Who the fuck do you think you are talking to like that?”

“I’m sorry” you whined, breathing heavily as Lee picked up his pace, his fingers fucking your pussy in a way that was neither painful, nor pleasurable. He worked on driving you close to the edge, tormenting you in the slowest way possible.

“Full sentences from now on, sweetheart” Ransom chuckled, gripping your hair into his fist and forcing your head up to look at Lee, “He’s fucking your cunt, what do you say?”

The look in Bodecker’s eyes cut your breath away, as you’ve never in your life felt more humiliated, but you pushed through, “... thank you?”

Ransom pulled on your hair, “Full sentences, you dumb slut”

“Thank you for fucking my pussy” you said barely above a whisper.

Lee grinned wickedly at your words, “Haven’t even started yet, darlin'” he shook his head, lowering himself between your legs. He licked his way up your folds, his tongue brushing against your sensitive clit a few times before he pushed himself up.

“Just messin’ with ya, doll” he mentioned, lowering himself again.

His words confused you as he resumed his position, his lips finding your clit again, sucking profusely. Your hips bucked under him, the pressure of his teeth brushing against your bundle of nerves, starting to be too much for you to bear. When you moaned out loud, eyes squeezed shut and back arched to the extreme, he pushed himself up, and slapped your pussy again.

“You cum on my cock” he grunted, moving further up the bed.

He leaned on his back, Ransom effortlessly guiding you on top of him. With your body like jelly in his strong arms, you settled with a soft huff, knees on either side of Lee’s hips.

He groaned in pleasure, your thigh brushing against his cock, which much to your surprise was already hardening again. Arching your back in search of some pressure for your clit, you felt the bed dip on your side as Ransom climbed in behind you, his hands coming up to grip your hips.

He lifted you up, sinking his fingers into your pussy. You moaned in pleasure, only to have your heart stop when you felt him caress his way higher up.

“Ransom?” you called with a shaky tone, as you tried to look at him over your shoulder, “What are you-”

“What?” he laughed, slapping your ass hard enough to bruise, “Didn’t think I was gonna stay and watch the whole time?”

“No, no-” you mumbled, shaking your head, eyes meeting Lee’s in the process, “But I don’t-”

“Don’t like it? Don’t want it? What were you about to say?” Ransom taunted, spitting on his fingers as if that would help with the pain in any way. This pathetic excuse for lube made the hairs on your body stand up.

“I-”

“I dare you” Ransom threatened, “Tell me ‘no’”. As he waited for your answer, he teased your asshole, his fingers aggressively pushing in to stretch your muscles.

“Please-” you whined, afraid the actual wording would send you down a road you didn’t ever wish to explore.

“Please, what?” he asked, “Please Daddy fuck my ass?”

Tears stung the corners of your eyes, as you felt legitimately lost. Uselessly trying to find a way to delay the inevitable, you felt the tip of Lee’s cock toy between your fold before his warm breath hit your skin as he spoke.

“Fuckin’ get on with it already” he huffed annoyed, “Whatcha listening to her for?”. A sob rushed past your lips, making Lee slap your cheek, “Stop fucking crying, take it up your ass like the good slut your daddy said you were, before I lose my patience”

His words stung, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of Ransom’s cock stretching your ass beyond what you ever thought would ever be pleasurable. You screamed out in pain as tears lingered on your chin before falling against Lee’s chest.

Ransom grunted out, his fingers digging into your hips as he felt himself reach another level of ecstasy after watching you mess around all afternoon. The depth his cock reached knocked the wind out of you, your mouth falling agape with absolutely no sounds coming out.

You settled on suffering in silence, hoping it would all end soon. Realisation painfully hit you when you felt the second cock start to penetrate you. Lee spread your folds with his massive cock, stretching your walls.

“So fucking tight” he shook his head, breathing heavily against your face as he forced himself in, “Never thought a whore like you’d be so tight”

And it was all bearable, a pain you considered yourself able to stand. However that all changed when they started to move, their cocks pumping in and out of your in tandem.

With every thrust another cry escaped your lips, the feeling of absolute no control over the abuse inflicted on your body being something you never thought you’d ever dread to this extent.

“Why did we use lube before?” Ransom laughed, letting go of your hips so that he could spank your ass, hard slaps against already inflamed skin, hate in his touch and anger in his tone.

Whenever he pulled out of you, you felt yourself come undone, but when he rammed himself back in, the air was punched out of your lungs, throat closing up with the torment that was getting too much.

Your continuous string of cries was muffled by Lee slamming his lips against yours, his tongue barging in with no warning. He dominated the kiss, not bothered in the slightest by your whimpers or by the fact that you remained motionless against him. He continued to thrust his hips up into you, his hands holding onto your chest, as if you’d ever dare try and pull away.

Despite how wet and needy you already were before he both entered you, you still cursed yourself when you realised just how close you were to another orgasm. 

With each thrust, you were pushed closer and closer to your limit. You arched your back, falling down against Lee’s chest with a cry, “God- it hurts…”

“You lying whore, think I didn’t feel your pussy clench around my cock?” he taunted, tilting your shin up against your will, “Can feel ya milkin’ my cock”

You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping you could at least avoid seeing what was going on if you couldn’t stop it. With each passing second, every one of their movements became more and more aggravated. Hoping to speed up the process and still chasing a release, you snaked your hand down your body, your fingers instantly finding your clit.

You focused on working specific, intricate circles around your bundle of nerves, as the pain seemed to slowly but surely transform into pleasure. For the first time since you found yourself caged between the two men, you actually smiled, as your eyes started to roll back.

For a while, your orgasm seemed to mock you, inches away but still seemingly so far that you were almost out of breath.

What threw you over the edge however was Ransom changing his position, solely his pleasure infused grunt tickling your ears and playing with your senses in such a way that you were instantly hit with a ravening wave of unbridled bliss, the feeling propagating along your limbs until you were shaking from head to toe, crying out as you came undone, for the second time, in the arms of a stranger.

And if until now you felt like you couldn’t take anymore, as you came down from your high, every feeling, every touch, every jab and spank felt infinitely more dire and extreme, your overly sensitive and freshy exhausted body unable to keep up anymore.

What followed turned out to be all a haze. You lost track of time and had absolutely no idea how much time passed until you were finally free. “It fucking hurts-” you whined again, your ass and pussy sore and aching with each thrust.

“Good,” Ransom said, bottoming out. He pushed himself as deep as he could, cursing out from the feeling your body provided for him.

“Please, stop-” you cried.

“Shut up and take it” he screamed, pulling your hair so hard your head was thrown back, “Stop being a fucking bitch. I don’t wanna fucking hear you”

Choked back moans still echoed around the room as they continued to use your body, but you refrained from making any more comments.

Ransom was the first to finish, shooting his load deep inside your ass, “Better fucking keep it in there” he panted, spent and consumed as he pulled out and fell on his back on the bed.

As he stopped guiding your hips, you fell down against Lee’s chest, making him scoff when the position made it more difficult to keep up. Grunting in your ear from the effort, without pulling his cock out of your pussy, he spun the two of you around, pinning you down into the mattress.

He hovered above you, slamming himself balls deep into your pussy, moaning all sorts of profanities against your cheek.

You held onto his back, hooking your legs around his middle, “Come on” you whispered, “Cum inside me”

“Oh, now you want it, huh?” he chuckled in the crook of your next, shoving himself into you a few more times, until he finally had enough. His movements became irregular and sloppy, his growls lower and more aggressive as he fucked himself into you a few more times. He finished balls deep into your pussy, coating your walls with his hot cum before pulling out, and throwing himself down on the bed, in the same manner as Ransom did mere minutes before.

Although no one spoke for a few seconds, the room was far from silent. Rugged breaths echoed around the room as you shuffled closer to Ransom, ready to curl yourself into a tiny ball into his side, “Hold me” you whined against his shoulder.

He wasn’t quick to react, but Lee on the other side, seemed to have been waiting for the right moment to speak up. “Bring us the glasses-” he sighed, slapping your bare ass, “And a refill, doll”

You gulped and searched for Ransom’s eyes, hoping he’d take your side. He did turn to you with a smile, “Yeah, love-” he nodded, caressing your cheek with the back of his fingers, “I’m parched”

Seeing none of them about to change their minds, you shuffled out of bed. Every muscle ached and your bones seemed close to collapse, but you pushed through, limping your way to the living room and returning with their glasses and the bottle under your arm.

After you placed them down on the nightstand, you turned to them, “I’ll go run a bath” you said, pointing to the door.

“Good, babe” Ransom nodded, motioning for you to lean down and kiss his lips. You obliged, finally feeling warmth against your skin after everything that went down.

“I love you, baby” you whined, rubbing your thumb against his cheek bone.

“Love you too, y/n” he smiled. You turned to leave, but just when you were about to pass the threshold, he called for you again. “Lee’s staying over tonight, so when you’re done with your bath, be a doll and fix up the guest bedroom for him, yeah?”

[mintwithchoco]

loonathesmut: Tease

LOOΠΔ Kim Lip x Male Reader

Word Count: 7100 words

Categories: smut, oral, facefucking, facial, subtsundere! kim lip

note; finally after weeks of writing, i'm back with another story! this is a continuation to my first smut, so i suggest you read it first to understand the story a bit better.

this story is also dedicated to one of my favorite writer, @nsfwtwicecatcher ! since he likes giving kimberly lippington a facial, this is gift for him :3 happy belated birthday! (hopefully i'm not too late oof)

special thanks to @arrivalatdawn for helping me out with the story.

again, happy new year and enjoy! ;)

aff link

"That's all for today. Remember to read chapter 7 and 8 for our next class!" The lecturer said before everyone stood up to leave the lecture room. 

You pack your notes and laptop into your bag hastily, rushing for your next event for the day. 

"Hello, baby brother? Can I ask you for a little bit of help? I'm gonna be busy this Wednesday and we haven't finished packing up stuff for our move to the new dorm. Since half of us will be staying at the dorm to finish packing, I figured that they would need some...extra hand. Hopefully you can help out!"

You walked through the crowd of students while keeping a safe distance from them. You looked at the watch on your wrist. 12:14 p.m. You gasped silently and started to run, eventually reaching your car at the parking lot after almost hitting on a bunch of people on your way. Getting inside your car and taking a couple of deep breaths, you calmed the adrenaline rush in your body. After a few minutes, you start the engine, turn on the radio and drive off to loonathedorm.

20 minutes later, you finally arrive at the building where your stepsister's dorm was.  You parked your car at a nearby parking lot, grabbing your stuff and a few bags of snacks that you purchased from a nearby convenience store. You make your way into the building and take the elevator up to the level where the dorm was at. As the elevator reaches the designated level, the door opened, revealing two people that you are all too familiar with.

"Oh, hi oppa!" "Hello oppa!" Both Heejin and Hyunjin greeted you.

"Hey! Where are you guys going?" You asked them as you got out of the elevator.

"We're gonna get some more boxes! We have too much stuff…" Heejin said while pouting. Hyunjin just stares at the plastic bags that you were holding.

"Oh, alright then. I bought some snacks, so be quick before the others finish it. And don't worry Hyunjin, I bought bread as well." You said, making Hyunjin smile.

"Thanks oppa!" Hyunjin responded.

"We'll be right back!" Heejin said and grabbed Hyunjin's hand as they went inside the elevator. You wave at them goodbye and head towards the dorm.

You arrive at the door within seconds. A nervous feeling suddenly came over you as this is the second time you are visiting the dorm. The first time was around a month ago, when Jinsoul invited you to Yeojin's birthday party. You haven't gotten closer to Jinsoul's other bandmates besides Heejin, Yerim and Jiwoo. You got close to them during their debut concert when you visited Jinsoul backstage. You pressed the doorbell followed with a nervous sigh. A few seconds was all it needed for the door to be opened by Chuu.

"Oppa! Come on in, we just started packing!" Jiwoo said in a happy tone.

"Perfect, right on time!" You said and went inside the dorm. Jiwoo goes back to her room to continue her work while you take off your jacket and shoes in the doorway. You hang up your jacket and put your shoes on an empty spot at the shoe rack. As you walk to the living room with the bags of snacks in hand, you look around the surrounding of the dorm.

The dorm was pretty clean but full of boxes scattered around containing the girls' stuff. It was a pretty small dorm for 12 people to live in, so you were happy that they are finally moving out after 3 years. You put the bags of snacks on the living room's table. Yerim suddenly appears in front of you , carrying a box that looked far too heavy for her. You quickly went to her and grabbed the box as her hands were getting shaky. 

"Phew! Thanks oppa! You can put it there," Yerim said as she points to a stack of boxes beside the couch.

"No problem. This is really heavy, are there rocks inside?" You joked.

"It's just some clothes!" Yerim chuckled at your joke.

"Well, surely you have a lot of them. There you go." You put down the box carefully on top of a bigger box.

"Thanks oppa!" Yerim beams a cute smile at you.

"You're welcome. Have you guys eaten yet?" You asked her.

"No, we were too busy packing…" 

"Well, I bought some snacks so-" You sit down on the couch and take out the snacks inside the plastic bags that you brought.

"Let's take a break!" 

"Yeay! Thanks oppa!" Yerim sits on the couch and immediately opens up a bag of Cheetos.

"I'll get the others real quick." You stand up and head towards Jiwoo's room while Yerim munches down on the Cheetos. As you arrive there, Jiwoo is taping up a box while Jungeun is cleaning the windows. 

"Hey guys! Are you done with your work yet?" You asked.

"Uhh, just a bit more oppa. I just have to tape up that box and I'm done!" Jiwoo replied.

"Alright then. Jungeun?" 

"Can’t you see that I'm still cleaning?" Jungeun replied in a cold tone.

Kim Jungeun, a.k.a Kim Lip. Presumably, the sexiest member in LOONA. While her face emits the vibe of a charismatic woman, her personality is completely different. She has a great sense of humor as most of the memes in the LOONA fanbase are about her. She's also a caring and liable person. Jinsol once told you that she is one of the members that usually cooks for the others and she always loves cleaning around the house.

But, for some reason, she always seemed angry at you, keeping her words to a minimum and striking you with harsh facts sometimes. You asked Jinsol why she was acting that way and she simply replied with, "I don't know, maybe she's interested in you." You simply disagreed with her as there was no way you would fall in love with Jungeun since you have Jinsol embedded deep in your heart.

"Jungeun! That's not how you talk to oppa!" Jiwoo scolded Jungeun.

"It's fine. I just wanna say that the snacks are waiting for you guys and it won't take long before Yerim finishes it all,” You said and left the room to join Yerim back at the couch in the living room.

"Oh my god, you annihilated a bag of Cheetos already?!" You hold up the empty bag of Cheetos on the table. 

"Hehe, sorry oppa! Can't help it," Yerim said while drinking her Coke.

"Is there any bread left?" Hyunjin bashed through the front door followed by Heejin who was holding a bunch of folded boxes. Both you and Yerim jumped in shock because of the sudden interruption. Hyunjin quickly sits beside Yerim and searches for her precious bread. Heejin puts the folded boxes at the hallway leading to the living room and joins the rest on the couch.

"Mmm~! Ish bwead ish sho fwuffy!” Hyunjin said as her mouth was already stuffed with bread.

“Yah, don’t talk when your mouth is full! Especially when oppa’s around,” Heejin said as she grabbed a pack of candies from one of the plastic bags.

“It’s fine, it was cute anyways,” Hyunjin choked and spat out her drink as she heard your compliment. Heejin and Yerim just laughed at her as she was coughing pretty badly.

Eventually, Jiwoo and Jungeun joined in after a few minutes. The room was quickly filled with conversations, the girls talked about their successful comeback while you talked about how you almost burned your house down when learning how to make macarons.

Whenever you talk, you realize that Jungeun will always focus on you, even though she was keeping a straight face. She spoke the least out of the six of you and will constantly nod or shake her head to a question. At one point, you made eye contact with her and in a split second, she turned her face away from you, hiding her shyness. 

‘What's up with her?’ you thought. 

But the conversation that was happening was too interesting for you to think about it furthermore.

2:15 p.m. All of you start packing the girls’ room items. Your job was mainly to pick up the boxes or lift some furniture since you are the only male there. Sounded easy, right? That was your thought before Kim Jungeun caught your attention with her outfit. She was wearing a black tank top that didn't do well on covering up her black bra underneath and black tight shorts that were showing off her beautiful legs. 

You wondered why she picked that outfit for the day as it was clearly uncomfortable for her. Her top was always slipping down everytime she moved, allowing you to see her cleavage. You tried to avoid looking at her but she keeps coming into your sight as if it was intentional. Your lower region was starting to get warm and it was definitely not the right time to get a hard-on. You kept thinking about gross things that can help your boner to calm down but the moment when Jungeun bent down to pick up some stuff right in front of you, it was game over. You immediately go to the toilet to cover up your raging boner before any of the girls notices it.

About two hours later, Heejin taped up the final box, officially ending all of the work. All of you sit down on the couch and let out a sigh of relief. You were grateful that no one notices your bulge throughout all of that, otherwise you would be dying because of embarrassment. 

“Hey guys! Sooyoung unnie just texted me that they are at the arcade nearby, should we join them?” Jiwoo asked while looking at her phone.

“Heck yeah!” Heejin excitedly replies.

“Oppa, are you going too?” Yerim asked you.

“Nah, you guys go ahead, I’ll just wait for noona here.” 

“Lip unnie?” Hyunjin asked Jungeun.

“I’m too lazy…” Jungeun said and slowly laid down on the couch.

“Okay then, let’s get ready!” Jiwoo said and went to her room, followed by Heejin, Hyunjin and Yerim. 

“Don’t bother me unless it’s something important.” Jungeun said to you before going back into her own room. You just shrugged off what she said and played around with your phone. After seeing the girls leave, you turn on the TV and watched a drama to kill time. You thought that Jungeun had already fallen asleep since she is tired and you didn’t hear any sounds from her room.

An hour passes by and your stomach starts to grumble. The snacks earlier didn’t really fill up your stomach, so you decided to cook some ramen. Before going into the kitchen, you remember about Jungeun and decide to ask her if she wants some. You walk up to her room’s door and knock gently.

“Hey, I’m gonna cook some ramen, do you want some?” You asked through the door.

“Ugh..hah,” You hear Jungeun’s voice through the door. It sounds like she is struggling, you thought. You knock on the door again.

“Are you okay in there?” No answer. 

“Do you need help?” Still no answer.

Worried about her, you swiftly open the door. Your eyes search for Jungeun who was fixing the window curtains while tip-toeing on a chair to help her reach it. She didn’t notice your presence at all and was struggling with the curtains as it was stuck on the curtain rod. Before you can ask her anything, your attention suddenly diverts to her back that is facing you. You slowly eye her from head to toe a few times before locking your eyes onto her ass. Heck, you know it was wrong, but who can resist closing their eyes to this perfect and handful butt? You were hypnotized, dirty thoughts were already generated in your brain as you stared at them longer.

Suddenly, Jungeun loses her balance as her right foot slips on the chair and makes her fall. Luckily, you were there and reacted quickly enough to catch her from falling. Jungeun was shocked to see you catch her. Not to mention, she perfectly landed onto your arms and you both were in an awkward position of a bridal carry. Time stops for you as your eyes land onto hers, seeing another side of Kim Jungeun who was always giving you cold glares. You feel her body getting warmer on your arms and her cheeks turn red.

“Are you okay?” You asked her.

“Y-Yeah..you can put me down now..” Jungeun spoke in a soft tone for the first time with you, making you also blush at how cute she sounds. You gently put her feet first on the floor and removed your arms from her legs and her back. The air around the both of you was getting awkward and after a few seconds of silence, Jungeun finally speaks.

“Why did you come into my room, pervert?” Jungeun was back to her cold self but her shyness still remains visible on her cheeks.

“Chill out, I was just asking you if you wanted some ramen or not. And, if I didn’t barge into your room, you could end up with a back pain.” You answered back, making Jungeun sigh.

“You got a point. I am feeling hungry right now so why not. I’ll cook though, I don’t trust you in the kitchen.” Jungeun said before heading to the kitchen followed by you.

“The bags of ramen are on the right cabinet. If you wanna add in some more stuff, look in the fridge.” Jungeun said while washing her hands. You simply nod and open the cabinet that Jungeun pointed out. You grabbed three bags of spicy chicken flavored ramen and placed them on the kitchen counter. As you are about to check out the fridge for some ingredients, you saw that Jungeun is struggling once again, this time with getting a pot on the top of the cabinet.

“You know that it’s easy to ask for help, right?” You said and went behind her to reach the pot. Jungeun’s eyes widened as both of your bodies are closer to each other once again. She looks at your face that is focusing on the pot. Seeing how much you like to help her out makes her feel something funny. As she thinks about it longer, she starts to blush madly and her heart pounds fast until she realizes that you had grabbed the pot and saw her blushing.

“Here.” You said while giving her the pot, ignoring the fact that she is blushing.

“Thanks..” Jungeun replied, feeling relieved that you didn’t ask further.

After the little sweet moment, both of you start on making the ramen. You mostly prepared the ingredients while Jungeun does the mixing and cooking. 25 minutes later, Jungeun places the pot of hot ramen that is ready to be served on the dining table, which you have already cleaned and prepared with bowls and chopsticks. The savory aroma of the ramen fills the air, making you drool even more. Both of you sat down at the dining table, facing each other and started to dig in. You scooped a spoonful of the ramen with the ladle and put it in your bowl. You lifted up some of the ramen noodles with your chopsticks, gently blowing onto it to cool it down before putting it in your mouth.

"Mmm! So Jinsol noona was telling the truth about your cooking," You complimented her as the ramen you tasted was very delicious.

"Of course she would tell the truth. But I feel like I've added too much spice.." Jungeun said before taking a sip on her drink to reduce the heat on her tongue.

"I can handle the spice though, you're not that big of a spicy fan eh?" You said, continuing to slurp on the noodles.

“Shut up.” 

A few minutes passed by and the pot was already empty. You both are still eating the last bits of the noodles in your bowls. Jungeun is fanning her clothes, feeling hot because of the spiciness of the ramen. This allows you to have a great view of her cleavage under her tank top once more, which almost made you spat out the noodles in your mouth. Even though the air conditioner was turned on, sweat formed on her forehead and her neck and your eyes focused on the beads of her sweat that was dripping down her cleavage. You gulped. Jinsol would probably kill you right now as your cock started to grow hard again.

“I feel so hot…” Jungeun said as she kept fanning her clothes that were drenched.

“You really are hot, Kim Jungeun.” You say softly, not wanting to be called out as a pervert by Jungeun again. You both finished up the food eventually and you offered to wash the dishes since she helped to cook the food. It was also a way for you to cover your bulge that is sticking out. You cleaned up the dining table and brought the dishes to the kitchen sink to wash them while Jungeun went back to her room.

You dry off your hand with a cloth near the sink after washing all of the dishes. You walked back to the living room and saw Jungeun doing yoga in front of the TV. She was still wearing the tank top from earlier, but has changed her shorts into leggings which hugged her thighs and her cute butt perfectly. She is doing a position where her feet and her hands are on the ground while her hips and her torso are kept high, like a certain sex position. You were stunned at your place, completely seduced by her sensual aura that is making you hard for the third time. You watch every part of her body like a hawk, gradually increasing your arousal level as you already think about how to take her down. You quickly put that thought away once Jungeun realizes that you are looking at her.

“W-Why are you doing yoga at this time?” You ask her before she could say anything in hope that she won’t call you out.

“I wanna work off the ramen that we just ate.” Jungeun said before moving into another position. This time, she lays down her body flat onto the yoga mat and lifts only her torso up with her hands, allowing her butt to clench and showing you how perfect it looks. You bit your lips at the sight, thinking how easily you could rip her leggings off and fuck her ass right at that moment. But you surely don’t want to be killed by Jungeun for suddenly invading her privacy so you have to keep your cool. 

You slowly walk towards the couch and sat there while Jungeun is focusing on the TV that is playing a yoga guide show. You pull out your phone from your pocket and play around with it to distract yourself from staring at her body. As she wasn't looking at you, you fixed up your pants to hide your boner. You scroll through your phone, opening up apps that you never really open while burning the image of you fucking Jungeun in your head. After a while with a few more position changes, the yoga guide show is almost at the end as there is one more position to do. Jungeun lays down on her back and raises up her legs while bending her knees. She places her knees around her shoulder area and her arms on her feet to exert some pressure on it. 

The position is called Happy Baby as said on the TV, but to you, it just looks like she was ready to receive a cock in her pussy. Because she is on the floor, her crotch area is exposed to you and your imagination of stripping her naked in that position is starting to flow. Your dick was painfully hard at this point, and your patience is starting to run out. Eventually, you stand up, planning to let out your desires in the toilet until Jungeun stops you.

"Giving up already?" Jungeun said in a teasing manner.

"I'm sorry?" You pretended to be confused.

"Hm, still want to defend yourself eh? I know you're having a boner right now." Jungeun releases herself from the position earlier, stands up and gets closer to you. Your eyes widen as you are getting exposed by her.

"I've noticed that you've been eyeing my body, especially my ass." Jungeun gives you a little smirk while crossing her arms.

"I-I'm sorry, I-"

"Shh...There's no need for that. I'll forgive you, but with one condition..." Jungeun gently pushes you back to the couch and straddles your lap. She brought her lips to your right ear and blew hot breath onto it, making you squirm under her body.

"Please me, just like how you did to Jinsol unnie." 

The gentleman switch inside your body was turned off once you hear those alluring words. You wrapped her legs around your hips and lifted her up to carry her to somewhere comfortable. You made your way to her bedroom and pinned her down to the bed, not caring to close the door since there is no one else that can witness this sinful act.

"You are going to regret saying that, Miss Kim Jungeun." You leaned your head closer to her and pressed your lips against hers. The taste of her cherry lips makes its way into your taste buds while she reciprocates by moaning into your mouth. You feel her body is getting warmer with each passing second and her kisses are getting a bit more rough. Her tongue asks for entrance in your mouth, so you part your lips and both of your tongues dance while exchanging saliva into each other's mouth. Your hands makes their way down to her thick thighs, the culprit that has made your dick feel pain throughout the three times you got hard for her. You moved your hand up and down, caressing it to show your affection. As you continue to explore each other’s mouth, both of your breaths are decreasing overtime so Jungeun pushes you away from her lips and pants heavily.

“Jinsol unnie was right, you are a great kisser.” Jungeun says and wraps her arms around your neck. You looked deep into her brown eyes and admired her facial features. You gotta admit, she is one of the most beautiful women that you have ever seen, alongside Jinsoul of course. Her gaze that was filled with lust enamored your heart, making it beat faster than normal. 

“Do you want me to suck your cock?” Jungeun asks you and you unhesitantly nodded to her question.

“Eat my pussy out until I cum, then I’ll let you fuck my face.” Jungeun moves her body back to the headboard of the bed, inviting you to strip her naked. Like a cat, you crawl towards her and tower over her body. You grab the bottom hem of her tank top and pull it upwards. Jungeun raises her arms to allow you to remove it from her slim body and throw it away somewhere in the room. Even though Jungeun is not as thick as Hyejoo or as curvy as Jinsol, her body is still a killer, packed with a sexy ribcage, a small waist and of course, beautiful legs.

Your lips instantly latched on her neck, giving her a few kisses here and there to increase the tension between you both. The sweet scent of her perfume was still there despite her being sweaty because of the spiciness of the ramen and the yoga that she did earlier. Jungeun moaned softly at your kisses but tries to silence herself to keep her cold act. Feeling a bit bolder now, your hands slowly reach behind her and unhook her black bra. You heard the hooks come off one by one, eventually letting her bra fall down by itself. A sigh of relief was also heard by you as Jungeun felt the tension on her chest was released. Her perky breasts were finally revealed to you - Jinsol is bigger than her, but you can say that they are pretty handful.

“Fuck, you’re so hot Jungeun.” You say before planting a quick peck on her lips.

Unable to contain your lust for her anymore, you forcefully grab onto her leggings and rip them open, earning a screech from Jungeun that you always hear in the LOONA memes compilation videos on YouTube. “Hey! Calm your hormones down! Thank god that this is already ripped, otherwise I will be chopping your dick off.” Jungeun was slightly mad at you for destroying her leggings but thankfully, she was okay with it.

You continue to strip her naked by peeling off the ripped leggings off her legs. As you throw away her bra and her leggings off the bed, you are slightly shocked to see Jungeun wasn’t wearing any panties underneath her leggings and is now fully naked right in front of you. Fully mesmerized by the sight, your cock was begging to be released from its confines. But, you already had a deal with her - make her cum and you’ll get a facefuck. Easy. 

“Are you gonna eat me out or-ahh..” Jungeun let out a soft moan as you drive your hands towards her clit that is already wet with her juices. You traced her clit with your fingers as you watch Jungeun’s face gradually easing into the pleasure. Jungeun closes her eyes and leans back while you smirk, thinking that she is now under your control. As you continue to move your fingers on her clit, Jungeun spreads her legs and throws her head back, giving you the approval to taste her.

Your hands have moved itself to her thighs to keep her in place while you eat her pussy out. Steadily moving your head down to her glistening clit, you stick out your tongue and lick the juices on her clit, making Jungeun squirm slightly. She tastes sweet and you are addicted to it right away. Not wasting anymore time, you capture her clit with your lips and swirl your tongue, making small circles around it. Jungeun’s hands made it to your hair, gripping onto it tightly as you keep giving her clit the attention that it wants. You feel the burning sensation on your scalp but nothing matters at this point. The only focus that you have at this point is to give Jungeun what she desires.

No progress will be made if you keep using your mouth, so you start moving your hands to her clit and use your fingers to stimulate it. Jungeun's pussy continues to flow out more nectar and her eyes roll back in satisfaction. You pull your lips away from her clit and teased her splayed lips using two fingers before pushing them into her warm and tight cavern. Jungeun reacted with an erotic moan once your fingers enter her body. Moving the joints of your two fingers inside her pussy causes her to flinch around and breathe heavily. She equips herself with a pillow nearby to muffle her moans in reason to keep her tsundere character alive.

You pull your fingers away from her clit slowly and thrust it back inside her deeper than before. You repeat this action several times and eventually find a perfect rhythm. Jungeun was not expecting you to be this good as her moans were getting louder each time you thrust into her. After a few more thrusts, you felt a certain type of flesh inside her pussy has made contact with the tip of your fingers. Jungeun immediately reacts by pulling your hair harder and bucking her hips onto your face even more.

“F-Fuck yeah, that’s the spot...keep doing that,” 

Upping the pace of your thrusts into her, you continue to hit her g-spot. Your lips latch onto her clit once again, this time with your tongue assisting your fingers to thrust into her pussy better. Jungeun has lost control over her body, shaking violently and constantly screaming out curse words into the pillow she is holding. 

Suddenly, Jungeun lets out the loudest scream into the pillow. Her thighs spontaneously wrap itself around your head, locking you in as she climaxes. You feel her juices flowing into your mouth like a waterfall and drenching your palm at the same time. Her orgasm was really big as you failed to keep all of her juices in your mouth. When you feel that her thighs have weakened its grip on your head, marking the end of her orgasm, you pull out your fingers from her pussy and lapped up the excess juice on her folds. You gulp down on her sweet cum and with a big sigh, you move your face away from her thighs.

There is no other sight that can beat the sight that you have now right in front of you. Jungeun’s face was flushed with satisfaction, her legs were still spread open and her chest was heaving up and down as she was still in a daze after her strong climax just now. You smiled, admiring how much of a mess that she has made.

“Hah..v-very well then, you have impressed me. Now, for your reward.” Jungeun said before moving herself away and pushed you to the headboard, replacing her spot earlier.

She straddles your lap once again and smashes her lips onto yours, tasting herself in your mouth that was filled with her cum just now. In the meantime, her hands find the hem of your pants, reaches inside and drags it off your legs. Pulling her lips away from you after several minutes, Jungeun’s face makes its way down to your crotch that shows off your prominent bulge under your boxers. You squirmed as Jungeun cups your bulge and blows a hot breath onto it. She licks the tip of your penis through the thin fabric of your boxers before pulling it down to uncover your penis. You felt the cold air around the room on your shaft, making it throb and twitch harder. 

“Hmm, not as big as I thought, but surely this is enough.” You felt a bullet was shot through your heart.

Jungeun places her hand on the base of your cock, causing it to leak out precum from your slit. She licks her lips before painting a strip of saliva along the underside of your shaft and stopping on the tip. You moaned as Jungeun spits all over your cock and starts sucking on your tip. Her tongue collects all of your precum while her hand spreads her saliva all over your cock, not leaving any parts of it dry. Your cock continued to throb in her small hand alongside your moans that are beginning to increase in volume. 

You can’t believe that the cold Kim Jungeun is now on your cock, giving you the fantasy that you desired. Spitting more saliva onto your cock, her hand glides up and down you with no resistance. Her lips detached itself from your tip, giving her fingers access to it to trace your slit and releasing more of your liquid. Jungeun giggles at the expressions that you were making.

“You really are a pervert…” Jungeun said before indulging your cock into her mouth.

Your body weakens once you feel the insides of her mouth with your cock. Jungeun began to bob her head up and down while still grabbing a hold on the base of your shaft. You brought your hand to her head, running your fingers through the soft blonde strands of hair. As she looked up at you, you realized that she looks gorgeous with a cock in her mouth, a sight that will surely make any man happy. Her mouth continued to fill itself with your length until you felt your tip reach the back of her mouth, causing her to gag loudly. Your hands automatically hold her head as the warmness of her mouth and the lustful gag that she lets out is driving you into maximum pleasure.

Jungeun taps on your thigh after a while as she was losing some oxygen. You quickly removed your hand from the back of her head and Jungeun releases her mouth from your cock with a pop, leaving strings of saliva along the way. She takes this time to breath properly to prepare herself for the next act.

“Get off the bed and fuck my mouth.” 

You got off the bed quickly while Jungeun gets on her knees. After you remove the last piece of your clothing, she parts her lips, ready to receive your cock again. You hold onto both sides of her head and push a few inches of your cock into her mouth. You start your thrusting with a slow rhythm to make her feel comfortable. As she looks up to you with a gaze filled with lust, you push your shaft even more, causing saliva to escape from the sides of her mouth. When your shaft hits the back of her mouth, she gags on your cock, followed by teardrops on her eyes as she is on cloud nine on how well you are using your reward. 

Developing a faster rhythm as time goes by, Jungeun’s face is starting to get messy with her tears and her saliva. You didn’t care about it since you were chasing on your own desires. Sweat formed on your forehead as you fuck her mouth harder. An idea suddenly popped into your mind and after one final deep thrust, you withdrew your cock out of her mouth. Jungeun hyperventilates once you release your grip on her head and wipes off the excessive saliva on her face with her hand.

“Impressive...considering that you haven’t cum yet, you are allowed to fu-” Jungeun was cut off by you grabbing her arms and pinning her to the bed.

“I’m done with you being in charge, now let me take over.” You said sternly, emphasizing on the words, ‘take over’.

Your lust for her was unstoppable at this point. Turning her body around, her face was now buried into the bed. You forcefully grabbed her hips and bent her knees, allowing her hips to stay up. Raising her head slightly to look at you, Jungeun was stunned at your changed behavior. She found it rather attractive, how your eyes were burning with lust and how rough your actions were getting. 

As your hands were still on her hips, you moved them to her butt and gently squeezed her cheeks, causing Jungeun to squirm under your touch. Seems like your idea is starting to work out. Using your right hand to stroke your hard cock a few times, you line it up with the pink lips of her pussy that was radiating with heat. Jungeun feels your tip nudging at her entrance and bites her lip once you push it in further. With a satisfied grunt, a few inches of your cock is finally in her cunt. Her walls were suffocating your cock with its tightness but you ignored the pain that you were feeling. Your hips begin to move, thrusting your shaft into her in a slow manner. Her juices were smearing your length, allowing it to slide in and out of her pussy with ease. Jungeun buries her face into the bed to silence her moans, not wanting to show herself falling into your dominance.

You realize what she was doing and you definitely didn’t like it. So, you grab a handful of her long blonde hair and pull it towards you, raising her head so that you can hear her lewd moans. Jungeun stayed strong however, holding her breath a few times and biting her lips harder to resist herself from moaning. Increasing the rhythm of your thrust into her tight cavern, your goal is to make her moan and give up on her tsundere character. Her body shakes in your arms as your thrusts get more aggressive, considering how you are gritting your teeth while pounding her. You lean your body onto her back and rest your head on her shoulder, giving kisses on her neck right after. 

“I know that you’re enjoying this, so drop the tough act already,” You gave her butt a harsh slap before bringing your lips closer to her ears.

“And moan for me.” 

Like a spark ignited in her body, Jungeun finally lets out her beautiful moans. You smirked, delighted at the fact that Jungeun is now under your spell, which is the pleasure that you are giving her. You continue to thrust into her warm walls even further, increasing the volume of her moans before putting an end to your rhythm and pulling out your cock out of her body, earning a whine from Jungeun.

“Tell me how much you love my cock.” You grab her by the neck and gently squeeze it to force out an answer from her.

“I love your cock so much oppa! Please keep fucking this slut until she cums!” Jungeun screamed.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” You said and gave her ass two hard slaps.

“Ahh! I-I’m sorry oppa…” 

“Lay down on the bed. Now.” Your cold tone sent shivers down Jungeun’s spine and quickly enough, she laid back down on the bed and waited for your actions.

You climb back on the bed and move towards her, putting her under your body. You gave her a quick peck on her lips before spreading her legs apart and lining up your cock with her damp pussy once again. 

“You can’t cum until I say so. If you cum, I won’t hesitate to punish you.” You said and immediately inserted your cock back into her pussy, making Jungeun scream with ecstasy.

The intensity between you both was at its limit as Jungeun leaked out more and more of her juices from her pussy and your cock throbs harder inside the tight grip of her pussy. Your head leans closer to hers, intently gazing into her heavenly brown eyes that filled with passion and desire. At that moment, Jinsol was completely lost in your mind as you have fallen in love with the woman right in front of you named Kim Jungeun. The rhythm of your pounding never slowed down, instead it keeps going faster and harder. Although your back is starting to emit sweat, your lust for her powers your body to keep going. 

No other sounds were heard in the room except for the squelching of her wet and warm walls receiving your shaft, the squeaking of the bed because of your hard thrusts and the symphony of moans from the both of you. Challenging Jungeun’s endurance, your hands land on her perky breasts and begin to knead it gently, aiming to stimulate her into her orgasm. Her pink nipples erect once you use your fingers on them, pinching and pulling it until you replace it with your lips. Gently sucking on her right nipple, a persistent flow of high-pitched moans escapes Jungeun’s lips as the pleasure was too much for her.

“Oppa…please...” Jungeun begged you.

“Giving up already?” You said with a smirk, referencing her words earlier.

Without giving a care to her words, you keep penetrating her hot flesh while teasing her tits. The tip of your cock came into contact with her g-spot and Jungeun screams out your name. You were in euphoria, the pleasure that you were getting was a lot for a man to have. The knot in your stomach is starting to build itself, signaling your upcoming orgasm. 

"Do you want to cum baby?"

"Yes please! I want to cum all over your cock pleease!" 

"Then, cum. Cover my cock with your cum." You demanded.

Jungeun came instantly. You feel as the walls of her vagina gripped onto your shaft. Her juices gushed out everywhere, mainly coating your cock and your balls. Some leaked out and landed on her bed. Her orgasm was bigger than the first one, acknowledging how you have successfully raised her senses. 

"B-Baby..I'm close..." You alerted her.

"O-Outside…" Jungeun weakly replied.

Hearing her words made your brain come up with one decision. You fuck her in a relentless pace as the knot in your stomach grew tighter. Feeling your cock is twitching inside her, you immediately pull out from her tight pussy and straddle her torso, aiming your cock right in front of her face. Jungeun was still weak from her orgasm just now and didn't realize what you were doing. You stroke your cock with a fast motion, easily sliding in and out of your hand because of her juices lubricating it. Eventually, with a big groan, streaks of white and thick semen burst out of your tip, painting Jungeun's enticingly beautiful face. She closes her eyes as she comes back to her senses with more ropes of cum landing on her cheeks and her forehead.

After the last streak of your cum lands on her nose, her gorgeous face is fully covered. You sighed and admired the mess that you had made, the cum that was dripping down and the satisfied expression pictured on Jungeun’s face. Jungeun slowly opened her eyes to be greeted with your sweet smile and your cock that was still throbbing. She was lost in your eyes for a brief moment but suddenly, she pushes you away from her.

“Goddamnit, now I have to clean your filth off, ugh...” Jungeun said and went to the bathroom to wash her face.

“Jungeun I-” You sighed as she closed the bathroom door. 

Jungeun looked at herself in the mirror from head to toe. Her thighs were stained with her own cum, her nipples were still erect due to your teasing and of course, her face was coated with your semen. She smiled. Licking a bit of your creamy semen on her lips, she squealed at how she finally tasted a part of you. Worried that you might leave soon as she has another plan set up with you, she quickly washed her face at the sink and got out of the bathroom. You didn’t realize that Jungeun was already out of the bathroom and were about to wear your clothes before a hand stopped you from doing so.

“Shower with me?”

[shortkingvi]

How was bumbleby's first time with a strapon?

you really do attract the energy you put out into the universe 😔😔

sxhsgvdgvsdchsdv but fine,,,,,,,,,,, i'm writing a little drabble just for u anon

edit: i was halfway through writing the first version of this and it got deleted so just know this is fuelled by SO MUCH ANGER right now

blake and yang find a... very interesting shop in vacuo and take full advantage of its wares:

Vacuo was different, that was the Yang's immediate thought when the group first made it to Shade. It was unlike any other continent she had seen; there were less rules here, less expectations, less concern for the decorum and appropriateness that had plagued them in Atlas. People were more open and free here and she understood why Sun spoke so highly of it back at Beacon. So yeah, different, but not bad, and maybe better than anywhere else Yang had seen so far.

Then again, that might have something to do with the dark haired woman to her left, currently searching through a clothing rack for a more weather appropriate pair of pants.

The island had been terrifying for all of them. Monsters, beasts, Neo, had snapped at their heels the entire time they were there. More than once, they found themselves facing down the very death they had miraculously avoided when they all fell off those narrow pathways. No one was sure if they'd make it out, and it took a toll on them all.

And yet, in the midst of the monstrous, beast-filled, Neo-ness of it all, Blake and Yang managed to find their way to each other. The island was terrifying, sure, but it had also given Yang so much at the same time. She now knew the taste of Blake's lips, the feel of her soft skin against Yang's hands, the sound of her quiet moans as Yang's fingers worked patiently inside of her.

Biting the inside of her cheek to break herself out of thoughts she most definitely should not be having in the middle of a clothing store, Yang settled her palm at the small of Blake's back, leaning in close.

"You almost done?" she whispered, her lips glancing against Blake's ear with every word. "I was thinking we could head back to the room, relax for the night."

Yang felt more than saw Blake's smirk, cheek pressed against hers in an attempt to feel every inch of her she could.

"Relax, huh?" Blake teased. "I was actually planning on getting some exercise in. A little cardio, if you're interested in helping out with that."

Nipping at Blake's ear, Yang sent her away and towards the storefront with a swat on her ass. Blake paid quickly, tossing some lien onto the counter without waiting for her change and pulling Yang out the door.

They walked through the main square quickly, tracing the increasingly familiar path back towards Shade in their haste and excitement. Yang found it hard to focus on much aside from Blake's swaying hips just a few steps ahead of her, but a brightly lit storefront suddenly caught her eye.

Yang came to a stop, reaching out and catching Blake's hand in her metal one before she could lose her in the crowd; The White Rabbit, the sign read, illuminated in neon reds and yellows. Yang studied the shop, chewing on the end of her nail as she peered through the window. It was covered by dark red velvet, hiding what was inside and making Yang want to find out.

"Yang, what are you doing?" Blake asked, squeezing her hand a couple of times to get her attention.

"Nothing, I just... I think Coco was telling me about this place. She didn't tell me what it was though, just that you and I might like it. I kinda wanna check it out."

"Yang, have you forgotten what we were all but running to go do just a minute ago?"

Yang sighed, weighing her options and somehow deciding on the one that wouldn't be getting her laid within the next half hour. "Yeah I know, but we still have plenty of time. Come on, just a quick stop. I promise I'll make it worth your while."

Looking up to the sky for a moment - probably wondering what gods had cursed her with such an infuriating girlfriend - Blake relented, letting Yang tug through the dark oak door and into the shop.

Stepping into the dimly lit space, it took Yang a moment to figure out where they were. Her first thought was that it was another clothing shop, with bras and panties and some very revealing nightwear lining the front of the store. Just as Yang turned to study the walls, she heard Blake let out a gasp and dropped her hand.

"Yang, are you kidding me? This is a sex shop!"

Feeling her face flush scarlet, Yang realized exactly what sinister trap Coco had joyfully let her walk into. Yang tried desperately to settle her eyes on something that would bring her temperature down, but it seemed that every place she looked was designed specifically to make her crave the sweet release of death.

There were things she had never seen before, in all shapes, sizes, and colours, and she didn't know where she would start even if she was familiar with... these kinds of wares.

"Blake," she started. "Nothing you can say to me in this moment will be any more torture than what I'm feeling myself. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be in the corner beating myself to death with my own arm."

Turning to finally make eye contact with her girlfriend, who she had pretending was invisible up to this moment, she found her a few paces away, studying a small bottle on a shelf.

Yang gaped. "Blake! You're browsing? Here?"

Turning to look over her shoulder, Blake bit her lip, any previous reservations she might have had completely gone, it seemed. "I mean, if we're here, and our earlier plans still stand, we might as well make the most out of an interesting situation. Look, they have flavoured lube!"

"Okay, first of all, I don't need any help getting you wet. Second, cherry is a horrible flavour. And third, you do realize Coco will never let us live this down right?"

"Relax, I wasn't buying it. And, respectfully, fuck Coco. If she wants to play ball like this, we're gonna make sure she hears it. Her room is connected to ours, isn't it?"

Running her hands over her face, Yang studied her girlfriend in disbelief. Blake was many things, but predictable was not one of them.

"Alright, fine." she said, slinging an arm over Blake's shoulder. "Lead the way, you."

Together, they walked further into the shop, waving off the clerk when she asked if they needed any help. They studied the walls, which boasted about every sex toy one could imagine. She was overwhelmed, if she was being honest, unsure where to start and not wanting to make the wrong decision for their first purchase as a couple.

Just as Yang was ready to give up and head home, make use of the hands and mouth that hadn't failed her yet, she heard Blake let out a gentle "oh!" from the next aisle over. Turning the corner, she found the dark haired girl holding a medium sized box in her hands. Yang stepped closer, hooking her chin over Blake's shoulder and peering at the words scrawled across the white surface.

Realfeel Dildo with Authentic Leather Harness, the label read. Yang's eyes widened with every word hands tightening against Blake's hips.

Finding her voice, Yang swallowed before beginning to speak. "Do you- is this the one?" Not trusting herself to say anything further, she looked to Blake for an answer.

"Yeah, I do." Blake replied, turning in Yang's grip so they were face to face. "It's... it's a strap on, but it's some new technology that'll let you feel everything that, um, that it feels."

"Oh, it'll let me feel everything? And why do you assume I'll be the one wearing it?"

"You've got the core strength for it. And you called me a pillow princess once so I'm cashing in on that, you bitch."

Laughing quietly, Yang leaned in and caught Blake's lips in a gentle kiss. They drank each other in for a few moments, box held between them as their lips moved together, not in any of the rush they were in earlier.

Pulling away from each other - it could have been seconds, minutes, hours, longer even - they shared a smile.

"Then let's get it," Yang said, taking the box from Blake. "I can't wait to fuck up Coco's night with this one."

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

📽📼LET’S (NOT) KEEP IT PG📼📽

Prompt: Y/N feels bored to death with her life and the absence of her boyfriend Drew. Until he decided to break her routine a little bit, by sending her a not so PG friendly video..

Word count: Long-ish

Pairing: Drew McIntyre x Reader

Warnings: +18, nsfw video, masturbation(male and female), dirty talking, cursing and just pure filth!

Tagging: @blondekel77 , @jibbles26 , @lustyromantic , @drewmcintyrekoccsrocbwdgfan , @akiko-tanaka , @new-zealand-chic @drew-is-boo

Notes: I was going to wait to post this until later this week, but I just couldn’t help myself! This man fucks me up big time... Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

“I cannot be the only person who feels bored to death with her own life, right?” I ask Drew through the webcam

“No, love” He chuckles “You’re not the only one. I feel quite bored myself”

“You? Bored? About wrestling? Thanks for the support babe, but I thought we agreed on not lying to each other on this relationship”

Wrestling was Drew’s life! And I mean it! What kind of person has for a hobby what he does professionally? Drew. What kind of person talks about wrestling all the time, everyday, tries to teach you about it and loves to convince you to watch wrestling matches with him? Drew!

He laughed “I didn’t said I was bored about wrestling, love...” He deviously smirked

“What are you bored about then?” Oh my, this could be fun...

“Not having you with me” He take his shirt off “I miss you babe, I miss kissing you, touching you” His right hand roams down his jeans “I miss waking up to your ass pressed against my cock, I miss the way you ride me” He palmed his semi hard bulge “I miss eating you out, I miss fucking you from behind, I miss how you moan for me to go faster” He unbuttoned his jeans, pulling the zipper down

“Fuck Drew, why are you so good at this?” I was already feeling my lace panties dampen with pleasure

“Show me what you’re wearing, princess” He lazily smirks

I stand up to remove the oversized t-shirt I was wearing (which was one of his) and revealed my baby pink lace bra and panties, one of his favorite.

“Fuck me, lass! You’re gonna kill me..” His hand sank down inside his jeans and I could see him grabbing a handful of his erection

“Drew...don’t be selfish” I whine “I wanna see it” I pouted

“Yeah? You want to see what you’ve done to me?” His hand is slowly moving up and down

“Drewy please daddy, l want to see you jack off baby, don’t be mean to me”

He grinned at me and began to take his jeans off, when his fingers hooked on his boxers to pull it down, I heard

“Hey man, why are you taking so long? We’re going to miss the party!”

Dolph bursted through the door and Drew quickly covered himself with a blanket

“BLOODY HELL, DOLPH! DON’T YOU KNOW HOW TO FUCKING KNOCK?” Drew yelled

“Why should I knock if it’s my room too?” Dolph asked confused

“I’M BUSY, DAMN IT!” Drew yelled again

“Oh! Are you jacking off?“ Dolph giggles “Uuuhhh I’m so gonna tell Y/N that you’re jacking off to porn like a 15 year old boy” His full on laughing now

“Shut up!”

“What are you watching anyways?” Dolph turns the screen to him and sees me (now dressed back with Drew’s t-shirt)

“Oh fuck! Y/N...hi”

“Hi Dolph, how’s going?”

“Good, good. You?” He awkwardly says

“Peachy, just peachy”

“Wait, so if it isn’t porn then....oh my fuck, I just interrupted something didn’t I?”

Drew answers yes and I say no at the same time

“Sorry guys, it really wasn’t my intention”

“It’s ok Dolph, we know you didn’t meant it” I say and Drew just huffed

“Well, I’ll talk to you tomorrow then babe” I say “Tell Bayley I’m wishing her a happy birthday”

Drew sighed “I will, love. I love you”

“I love you too, D.”

“Love you more, bye bye” He says

“Bye Y/N” Dolph waves at me and I can’t help but chuckle

“Bye Dolph, have fun at the party”

“Sure thing ma’am!” He winks and Drew stares at him with a deadly glare.

Before I finished the Skype call I saw Drew punching Dolph’s arm, calling him a fucking cockblock.

Later that night, I was getting ready to go to bed when I received a text

❤️Drewy❤️: I can’t stop thinking about you...

With a video attached to it

*A video? Maybe is from Bayley’s birthday party* I thought, since sometimes we would send each other’s videos whenever something was worth watching.

I press play on the video and my jaw dropped

Drew was in the hotel bathroom, naked. He smirks and winks at the camera and roamed it down to film his hand going up and down his deliciously thick hard cock. Every once in a while he would squeeze the head of his cock and made his way down the shaft again.

I texted him back.

Y/N: Are you really gonna tease me like that McIntyre? You’re playing so dirty right now...🔥

He answered in less than 5 seconds

❤️Drewy❤️: You asked me earlier, to show it you...I’m just giving you, what you asked for baby 😉 But if you don’t want to see it anymore, I understand 😔

Y/N: Don’t you dare! I want to see everything! Until the very last drop..🤤

❤️Drewy❤️: I got you baby 😉 I’ll give you something to help you out, while I’m not home 😏😈

20 minutes later, I received a 10 minutes video from Drew. I lay down the bed and pressed play.

Drew has settled the phone on the bathroom countertop, his right hand working a figure 8 shape on his length, his left hand would every now and then cup his balls or slide down his long silky dark hair. The sight of him, that way, was the most lustful thing I had ever seen, in my whole life! I always saw myself as so damn lucky for having that man, but now? I was more than certain! I was even thinking about going to church and properly thank God for creating this man (and giving him to me, of course)

His grunts and moans were making me wetter and wetter to the point where I was envying his hand for being wrapped around his cock.

My own hands found my slick slit, two fingers sliding in easily due the wetness of my core.

Drew turned up the pace of his hand and squeezed his dick harder. Suddenly I hear

“Oh fuck Y/N, I wanna fuck you so bad right now baby. My hand is not as good as your pussy, not as tight, not as warm and definitely not as wet” He stopped his actions on his length, gathering a glob of spit on his mouth, Drew let it fall on his cock making me moan at the rawness of it.

He closes his hand around his thickness and I can hear how wet it is, as it slides through his shaft so easily.

“I can’t wait to go home, so my cock can make you feel real good” He grunts “I hate to think that all of my cum will be wasted on my hand when it could have such a better use inside your pussy” His accent grew thicker by the minute

“Or would you like it inside your mouth? I bet you do, love...We both know how much you love giving me head. And you’re so fucking good at it! The best blowjob I’ve ever gotten...Taking it all in, chocking on it like a good little slut”

My fingers were now imitating his pace and I could already feel my orgasm quickly approaching.

“Fuck baby I’m gonna cum” He moans and I see spurts of thick white cum, shooting down his hand, dripping on the floor.

The vision was enough to make me cum as well, my walls clenching tightly around my fingers.

Drew takes the phone off the countertop and zooms in his length and release.

I felt a mini orgasm rush through me as I saw up close the veins of his cock and his cum slipping down his shaft.

“I wished you could lick me clean right now, princess” He focus on his face again and says “Fuck babe, I miss you so much, see you when I get home” He winks and smiles, ending the video.

I decide to call him, he answered on the second ring

“Wow, you should open an OnlyFans account, you’re too good at this!” I joke

He laughed loudly before saying “Oh no baby, that’s just for you eyes only”

“So I have the ok to save it and watch it every fucking day?”

“Yeah, I want you to watch it every fucking day because then you’ll have no time to think about any other man” He teased

“As if I could think about any other man but you” I huffed “You ruined me McIntyre”

“Not the way that I wanted to, though” I can listen the malice on his voice

“Oh but you did! I’ve never came so hard with just my fingers”

“That was my intention, lass” He chuckled

“But you should be careful though, you know?” I say, my voice filled with worry

“Why? Are you gonna post it on PornHub?” He cackle

“You know I would never do that! But I’m just saying you should be careful because... I might send you one while you’re at the gym” My voice low with lust

“Y/N, don’t you dare to do that!” He warns me, but I can hear the excitement behind it.

“Oh you wait and see, baby, you just wait and see...”

God, I love this man!....

Please tell me how many Holy Mary’s should I pray for this devious Scottish sin I just committed? 🤣 Please leave me some feedback if you’re comfortable with it, is always welcomed and appreciated 🥰😘

[saeyoungchoismaid]

#28 w/ Mammon

Pairing: Mammon x f!reader Genre: smut Warnings: dirty talk, public sex Summary: (Y/n) goes to the mall with Asmo and Mammon, causing the latter to get just a little jealous  Prompt #28: “Did you two just have sex?” 

It wasn’t supposed to go like this. 

You were supposed to go to the mall with the brothers, get some new clothes (since you don’t have like any), and then go home to have a fashion show with Asmo and whoever else wanted to join. 

That’s what was supposed to happen. 

So, how did you end up here, in the changing room with Mammon, having him plow your brains out?

Well, it’s very, very easy to explain how you got up to this point but not the actual point that you’re at now. 

Mammon and you aren’t dating. Let’s get that out in the open now. You’re at that weird stage where it’s obvious you like each other but neither of you says anything. We see how that went when you first got to the Devildom. 

The man always wanted your attention, didn’t like it when someone else had it and would go off on anyone who looked at you for too long. You were oblivious though, seeing as how you never really put together that he likes you. 

He probably didn’t even realize himself. 

When Asmo offered to take you to the mall, you instantly agreed and went to go get ready. Mammon, being the over thinker he is, started playing his favorite game. The ‘What if’ game. 

You agreed a little too quickly. Do you like Asmo? Would you have said yes if he would’ve asked you instead? Can he go with you two? Do you see this as a date? What if Asmo tries to make you try on something skimpy? What if you actually buy something skimpy? What if Asmo wants to see you try on some underwear? 

That last one did it for him. 

“I wanna go too!” he demands, causing Asmo to raise a brow. 

“What? Why? You always say no to go shopping with me,” Asmo responds, squinting his eyes at him in suspicion. He then clicks it together, an evil smile coming to his face. 

“Ah, I see. In that case, no,” he teases, trotting off towards your room. Mammon gapes at him, scoffing and quickly following after him. 

“No? What do you mean no? You can’t say no to your older brother! I’m coming with you guys!” Mammon shouts, letting anyone close hear his mini tantrum. 

Asmo tries not to laugh, prancing happily over to your room. Before he can knock though, you’re opening up the door. You smile at him, your smile growing at the sight of Mammon. 

“Hi, Mammon. Are you going to the mall with us?” you say softly, becoming shy in his presence. Mammon’s demand to go to the mall suddenly evaporates, his gaze trying to stay away from your bare legs in those shorts. 

“I, um, yes. If that’s okay?” he replies just as softly. Asmo watches you two, rolling his eyes and silently gagging himself. He then clears his throat and puts his hand on your lower back, leading you out of your room and down the hall. 

“Yes, he’s coming with us. He actually was just dema-”

“Ahem! So, which mall are we going to?” Mammon quickly cuts in, slyly smacking Asmo’s arm that was connected to the hand on your back. 

Asmo gives him a glare before brushing it off, removing his hand from you. When you three reach the car, Mammon calls shotgun. As if he’s going to let his brother have the opportunity to place his hand on you while driving. 

You simply shrug and get into the back, Asmo letting out a heavy sigh as he gets behind the wheel. The car is silent other than for the light music coming from the radio. 

Luckily for the tense brother and annoyed brother, you start to get chatty when you reach the mall. You can’t help yourself, you’re so excited. 

You all stick together and go from store to store, buying a few items here and there. You have to stop Mammon from buying basically everything he sees. What you don’t know though is that he’s secretly buying you things. How can he not though?

This shirt looks like something you’d like. This necklace has your birthstone color. This ring has a stone that would go with your eyes. This perfume would smell heavenly on you. He just keeps seeing stuff that he thinks you would like or things he’d like to see on you. 

The trio continues to go around to a bunch of stores, ending up with at least two bags for each of you. Towards the end of your journey, you clear your throat to grab their attention. “I, um, need to stop by one more store,” you mumble, a blush dusting your cheeks. 

Mammon raises a brow, trying to think of what store they haven’t gone to yet that you’d need to stop by. Asmo is a step ahead of him, a smirk coming to his face. “Yes, of course, hun. I actually have another store I need to stop by as well,” he singsongs while linking your arms together and leading you towards your next stop. 

Mammon doesn’t like the feelings bubbling up inside him. First, he calls you some stupid pet name. Second, he’s touching you again. Third, he’s been pissing him off all day and he just wants him to go away. 

He stops in his tracks when you all reach the store, his heart jumping out of his chest for a moment. His eyes flash from the lingerie, to the bras, to the panties, to the mannequins wearing all of the above.  

He quickly rushes over to you, seeing you look at a sign that explains the sale they have going on. He wants to say something, anything really, but he can’t get the words out. He watches your eyes look over the panties, too shy with the boys here to sift through them for ones you like. 

“Ooh, (Y/n)! How about these?” Asmo squeals, holding up a thong. Your blush comes right back, your head shaking. 

“I don’t like the color,” you squeak. 

Mammon goes right back to playing his favorite questioning game. Do you want them to leave? Are you uncomfortable? Do you even wear thongs? Do you actually not like the color?

Asmo continues to ‘help’ you look for new panties, your blush getting worse with each one. Eventually, though, he sees you sigh and start to dig through the piles of undies. Guess you figured out that Asmo won’t be leaving and there’s no way that Mammon would leave you two alone in such a store. 

Well, he wouldn’t leave you two alone in general. 

Eventually, Asmo holds up a yellow pair of undies, this pair being a reasonable suggestion. You look over them and raise a brow, studying them for a long moment before nodding your head. “Yeah, those are cute,” you reply, holding your hand out for the undies. 

Asmo smiles brightly, giggling as he hands them to you. “Are you going to try them on?” he asks, watching you feel the material. You shake your head, going back to your search for more. 

“There’s no need. As long as it’s my size, they’ll be fine,” you reply, moving to another area with more panties to offer. He nods his head glumly with a pout, starting to open drawers in search of more. 

“What a shame,” he whispers to himself. Mammon almost growls. He needs to get ahold of himself before he chokes Asmo out, and not in a way that he likes. Mammon takes a deep breath and walks over to you, wondering if he should help or if Asmo is just making you uncomfortable.

“Do you, um, want help?” he basically squeaks out next to you, causing your face to heat tenfold. 

“Oh, uh, sure,” you squeak right back, feeling both embarrassed and, weirdly, turned on. He nods his head and starts to look for underwear, avoiding going to the scandalous ones. Eventually, he finds a white pair with cute black accents. 

“What about these?” he asks softly, offering them to you. You could hate them for all you care but if he likes them enough to show them to you, you’d buy them even if they are the wrong size. 

“I like those,” you say honestly, gently taking them from him. He smiles at that, his normal self returning a bit. 

“Well, of course, you like them. I picked them out,” he brags, making you giggle softly. 

“True,” you admit, looking away from him to go back to your search. You three look for underwear until you find five that you like. You hold all of them in your hand before looking over at the bras. 

“Want to help me find a bra?” you ask as you make your way to the bra area. You only offer because you know that Asmo will help anyway and if he helps, Mammon will want to help. Mammon always wants to help you. 

“Don’t have to ask me twice,” Asmo singsongs, going ahead of you to start his search early. He shows you lacy and pushup ones, a smirk on his face each time. 

Eventually, you tell him what you’re looking for. “No one is going to see it. So, I might as well get a cheaper one that his plain.” Asmo smirks and sidles up next to you to tease you some more.

“Do you want someone to see them?” he whispers seductively, making your eyes widen. And just like that, Mammon can’t take it anymore. He snatches something off a rack and grabs your arm, pulling you away from Asmo. 

“Look at this one, (Y/n). This looks like something you’d like. It doesn’t have a size on it though. Better go try it on,” he rushes out, dragging you towards the changing rooms. 

You barely have time to blink before you’re pulled into the dressing room area. Just as you get there, a woman is coming out of one of the changing rooms. With the worker’s back to you both, he quickly pushes you inside before shutting the door behind you both. 

You gape up at him, completely confused. Doesn’t he want you to try something on? Why is he in here with you? 

The white-haired male lets out a sigh, leaning against the wall and mumbling things to himself. “God, I want to kill him,” you barely catch. You raise a brow, stepping closer to him, not that he’s far away since the changing room is kind of small. 

“Mammon?” you call once, saying it a second time when he doesn’t react. Once his eyes meet yours, his eyes widen. 

“Oh! Sorry! I was just so excited to have you try this on tha-” The rest of his sentence dies in his throat when he sees what’s in his hands. It was ten times worse than anything that Asmo suggested you get. 

On the hanger is a short, see-through robe with black accents. Under the robe is a black, lacy, lingerie set with white accents. He chokes repeatedly each time he tries to speak, words completely failing him. 

You look from the lingerie to his face, biting your lip. As you thought before, anything he’d like you’d buy without question. “Yeah, it’s...sexy,” you whisper, because one, you don’t want to be caught and two, the mood calls for whispering. 

You gently take the hook from him, hanging it up on a notch sticking out of the wall. You then start to take off our shoes, his eyes widening and his hands flying out. 

“Woah! Wait! Hey! Y-” he starts to shout before you quickly clamp your hand over his mouth. 

“Shh, you don’t want us to get caught, do you?” you whisper, your voice taking on a sultry tone. Mammon’s pretty sure he just came in his boxers. You slowly take your hand away and grab your shorts, sliding them down your legs. 

Mammon gulps, trying not to look at you. He considered himself both lucky and unlucky that your shirt is long enough to hide the underwear you’re wearing. His breath catches when you gently grab his chin, turning his face back to you. 

He takes a deep, shaky breath as he watches you take off your top. And, good god, if he thought he came before, he definitely is now. Your panties and bra aren’t matching but he could care less. Your panties are a plain burgundy and your bra is black with swirly designs. 

You’re beautiful. 

He already knew that but now, standing before him in your underwear, you’re even more beautiful. Your body is beautiful. 

He doesn’t even notice that he’s gotten hard. Well, he’s quick to figure it out when you slowly lean forward to connect your lips, your hand gently resting over his hard-on. 

And, oh lord, he just let out the most desperate sound he’s ever heard. You pull away with a giggle, continuing to rub him through his pants. His blush goes all the way up to his ears, mentally begging god or whoever to strike him dead now. He can’t believe how uncool he’s being right now. 

You lean back in and kiss him once more, causing all wishes of death to vanish. You lightly squeeze him, making him moan into your mouth. You suddenly pull your hand away, his brows furrowing. He wants to pull back and open his eyes to see why but your lips felt so soft. 

He’s a weak man. 

He hums when you grab his hands, a slight smile coming to his lips. His somewhat calm demeanor disappears in a second flat when you press his hands to your bare skin. Your naked chest. Your exposed breasts. Your unclothed bosoms. Your nude tatas. Your au naturel titties. Sorry, he’s panicking. 

Hold on. When did you take your bra off? Wait, is that what you were doing when you pulled your hand away earlier? What is h-

He can’t continue with all the questions since you seem to sense his confusion, your hands resting over his. You then make his hands squeeze your breasts, a soft sigh leaving you. 

Mammon decides then to get with the program, squeezing and playing with your breasts all on his own. He’s now determined to get as many noises out of you as possible. He slips his tongue into your mouth as he pinches your nipples, making you whine into his mouth. 

Neither of you really expected this to happen. You made it happen but that still doesn’t mean you were even remotely prepared for it. 

You hum when he trails the kiss down to your neck, kissing around to find your sweet spot. You almost let out a moan when he finds it, quickly covering your mouth. He smirks against your skin, pinching your nipples again. 

Before either of you can do anything else, there’s a knock on the door. “Anyone in here?” Both of you jump out of your skin when you hear the dressing room worker. 

“Yes!” you quickly rush out before she can use her key to unlock the door. You hear a small gasp before a quick response. 

“Oh! I’m sorry! Do you need anything? Need to be sized?” At the last question, Mammon decides to start feeling you up again, making you choke on air for a moment. 

You clear your throat, letting out a short cough before responding to the nice lady. “No thank you! I’m just trying on quite a bit! I haven’t been shopping in ages! Thank you though!” you call, lightly trying to push Mammon away. 

The stupid demon wouldn’t budge. 

“Oh, alright! Let me know if you need anything! My name is Lorene!” 

You sigh in relief when you hear her heels tap away, your heart finally slowing down a bit. You turn your eyes to Mammon’s, glaring up at him. “Really?” you hiss, hitting his chest. 

He lets out a low chuckle, leaning forward to give you a swift kiss. “I think that was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced,” he practically purrs against your neck. Your brows furrow, wondering what he could’ve possibly found hot about that. 

That’s when it hits you. 

He thought almost getting caught was hot. 

Your face bursts with heat, hitting him for the nth time. “Are you crazy? We’d be banned from the store, maybe even the mall! We have to get out,” you whisper-shout, going to put your clothes back on. 

Well, that is until Mammon slams you against the changing room’s mirror. You gasp, feeling the pressure of the shove tingling against your back. You gape up at him, trying to process that he just did that. 

“You’re the one who started this. So, you’re not leaving until you finish this,” he says lowly in your ear, making you gulp. Is he serious? He can’t be serious. Right?

You found out he definitely is serious. 

I mean, if the way he’s forcing you to watch your reflection in the mirror while thrusting into you has anything to say about it. It took everything in you not to moan, covering your mouth to keep you dead silent. 

You would be dead silent if you got caught. They’d probably skin you alive. 

Mammon made sure you came first, your pleasure comes before his own. He rubbed your clit with one hand while the other plays with your breast. His mouth focusing on your sweet spot, leaving a dark hickey behind. 

Anytime your eyes start to slip shut, he’ll thrust extra hard, whispering dirty words into your ear. Mostly threats of how he’ll make you scream his name at home for all his brothers to hear if you didn’t keep watching him slide in and out of that sweet heat of yours. 

With all of this happening at once, it doesn’t take long for you to cum. Your body shakes with the orgasm, your mouth falling open in a silent moan. He’s not far behind you, quickly pulling out of you and forcing you to your knees. 

You swallow every last drop of his seed, your eyes half-lidded as you stare up at him. When he pulls out of your mouth, you quietly pant for air. Just then, there’s another knock. 

“Miss? Are you sure you don’t need help? Y-”

“Yes, I’m fine. I’m almost done now. Thank you,” you reply a little too breathlessly. Once her footsteps fade to go help with a customer, you and Mammon quickly get dressed. You both slip out of the changing room, making sure you left no evidence behind. 

You fix your hair as you walk towards the checkout line. Asmo is quick to spot you two and rush over to you. “There you are! Did you try on whatever it is that Mammon wanted you t-”

He cuts himself off, staring at your neck with widened eyes. Then, he starts to smirk, his eyes shining. “Oh? What’s this?” he asks playfully, his fingers trailing over the mark. 

Mammon is quick to smack his hand away with a glare, pulling you into his side and wrapping his arm around you with no shame. Asmo’s smirk only grows as he eyes the two of you. “Did you two just have sex? Without me? I’m hurt, (Y/n). I thought w-”

“Shut up, Asmodeus,” Mammon snaps, his voice low with warning. Your eyes widen, Asmo’s getting just as big. Neither of you was expecting him to be so serious. He called Asmo by his full name, showing you both just how serious he is. 

The flirty demon quickly recovers and puts his hands up in surrender, a smirk still on his face. “Alright, let’s pay for this and get going,” he says knowingly, going to stand in line. 

When Asmo turns his back to you both, Mammon squeezes you closer to him. “If he ever flirts with you again, tell me. I’ll kick his a-” 

“Baby, it’s okay. Calm down. He’s just teasing us and trying to get you riled up,” you whisper reassuringly, squeezing him back. He lets out a sigh, rolling his head a bit to try and pop his neck. 

“Well, it worked. You’re mine. He knows that. So, he better stop,” Mammon says back to you, not bothering to be quiet. You’ve never heard Mammon sound so possessive or territorial. I mean, you have, just not such in a serious way before. Your eyes watch his tongue poke the inside of his cheek, something stirring inside of you.

“Hey,” you say softly, getting him to look at you, “you’re the only one for me.” And just like that, his dorky self is back. You smile back at him when you see a giant smile stretch across his face. He’s just so cute. 

┍━━━━━━━✿━━━━━━━┑

MASTERLIST 

200 Followers Quote Prompt List 

More with Mammon 

Tag List: @mexicanmagick, @animefreak-247, @niphredil-14, @gamelovers-posts, @virtualmemmecollector

┕━━━━━━━✿━━━━━━━┙

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

When the Weight Comes Down - 5

Warnings: non-consent sex (series); some threats and mild aggression.

This is dark! (biker) Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Series Synopsis: Your father’s a drunk, your mother a recluse, and you’re just another small town girl in Birch.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown

Note: Hey. So first, thank you too everyone who has been commenting on this and sending asks. I’m excited that you’re excited and it’s very awesome and encouraging. It always makes things a bit easier especially as I haven’t managed much writing this week but things will get better right?

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Chapter Five: Courage

Courage, my word It didn't come, it doesn't matter Courage, it couldn't come at a worse time

💀💀💀💀💀

Steve was as clueless in the shops as you, though a bit more confident. He asked for help from the employees but ended up opting for clothing you weren’t quite sure you liked. Short skirts, tight tops… You hadn’t been shopping outside a second-hand shop in, well, ever. 

He paid as you hid your discomfort. It was nice to look at new stuff but it felt wrong to have him pay for it. He didn’t seem to mind however as he ushered you along the endless mall pathways. 

You kept your head down as you neared a particular pink and black framed window. You were frightened as you passed the broad doorway and a woman in all black stopped you. You almost stumbled but Steve kept you on your feet.

“Excuse me, miss, we have a special promotion,” She stepped back and waved to a small wheel on a table. “Spin and win. Every spots a winner; five for twenty, half-off bra’s, buy one get one…”

“Not thank you,” You peeked past her to the lacy lingerie and blanched. “No I’m good.”

“Sure,” Steve said, “Go on. Spin.”

You took a breath. You really were starting to get annoyed by him. You wanted to roll your eyes but instead, you spun the wheel; five for twenty on panties. Great. She handed you the voucher and you thanked her. Steve was quick to go inside as you tarried behind.

“I don’t need any of this,” You kept your voice down as you followed. 

“You don’t know what you need.” 

He passed between the barely-clad mannequins and neared the drawered table of panties; none offered the same coverage as your high-waisted ones. Maybe you were a bit outdated but they all looked uncomfortable. He lifted a pair with no ass and held it up.

“Oh… no,” You uttered. “How about these?”

You held up some grey, sporty boy shorts. His brows knitted and he shook his head.

“Don’t you wanna look good for me, doll?”

You stared at him and set the panties back down. You crossed your arms and refused to look at any more. 

“No,” You whispered. 

He dropped the pair in his hands and turned to you suddenly. He leaned in as he lowered his voice. It was dangerous, angry.

“You gonna speak to me, you’re gonna talk so I can hear you,” He sneered. “And you’re gonna wear what I tell you.” He touched your chin and forced your head up. “Got it?”

“I don’t want any of this,” Your voice quavered. “I didn’t ask for it.”

“And I’m not asking you,” He hissed. “I’m not the asking type, you got me? I get what I want.”

“And what about…” Your voice trailed off and he squeezed your chin. “What about what I want?”

He smirked and shook his head. He let go of your chin and turned back to the table. He smacked your ass before he grabbed a pair of baby pink panties.

“You want me,” He said. “You just don’t get it, yet.”

You blinked and looked around. The sales attendant stood behind the desk and flipped through a glossy magazine. She glanced up and smiled at you and you quickly turned away. You slowly lifted the bags already in your hand and set them atop the piles of panties.

“I know what I want,” You let them go and spun on your heel.

You rushed between the tables of bras and panties as your heart raced. You stepped out into the bright lights of the main mall and turned to your left. You’d find the station and pay for a bus back to Birch; though that might not be for a couple hours. 

You sped up the further you got from the lingerie store and found yourself in a full out run. You didn’t know where you were going and were soon dizzy from the maze of the mall. You turned a corner and collided with something; rather someone.

Steve held the bags as he glared down at you. He grabbed your arm before you could get away and dragged you down a hallway marked emergency exit. His grip was painful as he dropped the bags and pinned you against the wall.

“You are… something else. That courage just comes out of nowhere.” He growled. “Now, I admire your gall but I don’t appreciate it.”

“Leave me alone, please,” You begged.

“You’re mine, you got that? Let me tell you a little about how that works. I wear this badge and I say what’s mine and no one else touches it. Only me.” He kept his arm across your chest. “Birch is a small fucking town, doll, and you got no way out. We both know it. So why don’t you enjoy what little you’ll get outta the shit hole.”

You gaped at him and pulled on his arm. He didn’t budge. You gave up and shook your head helplessly.

“First, you’re gonna apologise,” He said. “Then we’re gonna go back to that store and finish our shopping. You can try on a few things for me while we’re at it.”

You searched his face and he slowly drew his arm back and stood straight. You hugged yourself as you pushed away from the way. He watched you expectantly.

“I’m sorry,” You said quietly and he blinked. You raised your voice and repeated yourself.

“Good,” He nodded. “Now, I don’t wanna worry your ma too much so let’s stop dragging our asses.”

💀

Back in the shop, Steve picked out five pairs of panties then wandered along a wall of frillier attire. You cringed as you followed him. What would your mother think if she knew you were here? He grabbed a silky nightgown, little longer than a shirt and felt the creamy fabric.

“This one,” He handed it to you and grabbed a sheer romper. “Mmm, black or red?”

“Black?” You said. 

He gave you the red. He added a lacy set and strappy leather bodysuit. You struggled to balance them along with your bags of clothes. Resigned to his will, he had one of the women show you to the changing rooms. He sat on the bench amid the mirrored walls and tall stalls. He selected the silk piece and waited outside with the rest.

You pulled it on over your bra and panties. You couldn’t bear to look in the mirror and went to the door.

“It fits,” You called to him.

You heard a snicker and his boots. A tap on the door. “Open up, let me see.” He ordered.

The latch shook as you opened it. The moment it slid out of place he was pushing on the door. He slipped inside and shut the door behind him. You backed up until you were against the wall. He put his hands on his hips as he looked you over. He reached out and snapped your bra strap, visible beneath the lacy strap of the nightie.

“It would look better without that,” He said.

“I…” You pressed yourself to the wall as his fingers traced the line of your collar bone.

“Wear it tonight.” He stepped closer. He smelled of leather and something nicer. A pleasant woody scent. “You can send me a picture.”

“What?” 

“You’ll figure it out, doll,” He leaned in and kissed you; as deep as before as he pushed against you. He kissed you until he was breathless and you were weak. “I… can’t wait.”

You nodded dumbly. He tickled your arm and hummed. His blue eyes were dark. You crossed your arms to shield yourself.

“It’s okay to be nervous,” He stayed close. “It’ll get easier… once I show you how to be a good girl.”

You were speechless. He backed away slowly and sighed. He pulled the door open behind him, his eyes clung to you until he was on the other side. When he closed it, you let out your breath and braced yourself against the wall. What had you gotten yourself into?

💀

You shoved everything in a single bag before cramming it in the saddlebags on the back of Steve’s bike. He was happy enough with seeing the creamy nightie that he didn’t bother you much more than a few touches and kisses on your way out.

You were utterly confused and terrified. It wasn’t as if you’d never talked to men before but most of those you encountered were customers; harmless and often elderly. Married, most times. They never gave you a second glance and you never tried to make them do so. Perhaps it was fear of falling into a trap like your mother or your innate shyness holding you back. It was better to have the what if than a definite no.

Now you had caught the attention of a very bad men. The very type of man your mother warned you against, as hypocritical as that was. You didn’t know how and you weren’t sure about his determination. You only knew, it wasn’t good.

You straddled the bike behind him, impatient to get home. You were shivering by the time you got to Birch. As promised, thankfully, he drove up to your house. Unfortunately, your mother, ever in her crumbling castle, appeared at the window. Your father was on the porch drinking, sitting on the old stained sofa.

You got off and quickly undid your helmet and then the saddle bag. You traded the former for the shopping bag and said a swift goodbye. Steve kept you from walking away as he pulled you back to kiss you. You let him, embarrassed.

“I’ll text,” He said. 

“Okay,” You slowly backed away. “Um, I’ll try to answer. I’m still figuring it out.”

“Not that hard, doll,” He said. “I’ll see you around.”

He let you go and idled there as he watched you near the porch. Your father tossed his can as you climbed up the steps and he belched. 

“There’s the slut,” He yelled over and guffawed. “Always knew it.”

You flinched but ignored him as you continued to the door. You were used to his venom, he never had much to say to you and when he did, it was never nice. You could tell by the pile of empties that he was already deep in his daily stupor.

“Don’t you have anything to say for yourself?” He taunted as he rose. “Any daughter of mine ain’t gonna fuck those scum.”

Steve’s engine died. You froze and turned to your father as he staggered towards you. You backed up as he reached for you but he was stopped. Steve stepped between you and shoved him back. Your father fell on his ass.

“What the fuck?” He struggled to get back to his feet. “You get out of here, boy. Stop messing with my daughter.”

You mother opened the inside door and stood just behind the screen. She looked horrified. 

“You want me gone, you make me,” Steve crossed his arms. “Never had any problem with me or mine drinking at our hole.”

“Steve, please, he’s just drunk,” You touched his arm. “He gets like this.”

“I don’t care. All the easier to knock him on his ass,” Steve snarled.

“Please,” You squeezed his arm. “Steve. For me.”

He looked at you slowly and his expression softened. He took a breath and turned back to your father.

“If I hear you’re bothering her,” Steve jabbed a finger in the air. “I’ll come back and I won’t go till you can’t say anything else.”

“Big words,” Your father slurred.

“Pa,” You brushed past Steve and stopped your father from getting closer. “Stop. He’ll hurt you.”

“I’ll drag him through the dirt.” Your father barked.

“You can barely stand,” You argued. “Shut up and he’ll go.”

Your father shrugged you away and backed up. He bent to grab another beer from the case and dropped onto his couch. He scoffed as he opened the can.

“Fucking slut living under my roof,” He grumbled.

“Say it again.” Steve pushed past you in an instant. “Call her it again.”

He lifted your father by the scruff of his shirt and knocked the beer from his hand. He wriggled in Steve’s grasp as your mother finally came through the screen door.

“Stop!” She shouted. “Please…. Sir. Please, that’s my husband.”

Steve glanced between your parents and sighed. He let your father fall back to the couch. 

“Ma’am,” He nodded at your mother as he passed you. 

He touched your arm as he slipped past you and tramped down the crooked steps. He went to his bike and climbed on. 

“You just remember,” Steve called out as he shoved his key in. “There is no Birch without the club,”

[ororowrites]

Stripped -  (Yahya x Black OC)

Sweet Thang Series - Chapter 2

Warnings: Language

Word count: 2,735

One-Shot: By the Open Fire

Chapters: 1

By the end of the first song, Candace was in her comfort zone. Yahya never let his eyes leave her and she no longer felt shy. The club had rules about no touching but Candace suddenly wanted this man’s hands all over her. Those long fingers and smooth brown skin were doing things to her. Maybe it was the liquor making her horny over a man she didn’t even know. 

Little did Candace know, Yahya had thoughts racing in his mind too. He couldn’t stop thinking about her petite body under his or how her lips would feel on him. Candace was a beautiful woman and something about her intrigued Yahya. When she straddled his legs and began to grind on his lap, the urge to touch her grew. The scent of her perfume was as intoxicating as her hips, almost putting a spell on him. 

It must have been the alcohol that gave Candace the courage to make her next move. She could feel his breath on her lips before they were interrupted by the dance timer. The euphoria they had experienced quickly disappeared as they fell back to Earth. 

“Shit, sorry,” Candace apologized, swinging her legs to the floor. Yahya became any other customer and she held her hand out to collect her payment. “Thank you. You enjoy the rest of your night.” 

Yahya opened his mouth but Candace was already heading out the door, stuffing the bills in her bra. 

-------

Well into the next morning, Yahya was still thinking about the mystery girl from the club. He’d been to many strip clubs and never felt a connection with any of the ladies he encountered. Something about her grabbed him and sucked him in and had her on his mind hours later. 

“You still stuck on that hoe from the club.” Damon lit his blunt and relaxed his head against the back of the sofa. “Nigga, we ain’t taking you to the club again.”

“Word on the street is that the shawties at Dynasty have golden pussy or some shit,” his brother added with a drug induced chuckle. 

“Respect the ladies, man. Being a stripper doesn’t make them hoes. And Kevin that’s enough kush for you. Golden pussy? Really,” Yahya snatched the blunt from his friend and put it back in the ashtray. 

“Aight, let me respect the skrippas. But still, you don’t know her. What if she’s crazy? You will be going back home tomorrow night and no tellin’ when you’re coming back to LA, so why does it matter,” Damon explained. 

“Both of ya’ll are some fucking haters. Trash asses.” Yahya grabbed his phone and took his troubles to the balcony. Kevin and Damon were great friends but their childish, misogynistic antics got on his nerves when he was around them. At times, he felt like he was outgrowing them, even though he still considered them brothers he never had. While he was looking to settle down sooner rather than later, they were stuck in the same phase they were in throughout high school and college and it appeared to be a never ending cycle. 

Was it ridiculous to think that the stripper he met at the club was the one? Yep. But, that didn’t keep Yahya from wishing he could see her again before he was back to the reality of being jobless. 

-------

“Are you sure you saw him with her?” The very question had Candace’s heart pounding against her chest. Natalie, Maxwell’s ex-girlfriend, had entered the picture again after Candace thought her dropping out of school was the blessing they needed. Now with her back in California via North Carolina, she had access to Maxwell as did he to her. 

“Sis, would I lie to you? I saw that bastard with her in the Commons. Took everything out of me not to run up on them and start whooping ass,” Trinity said, fuming on her sister’s behalf. Truth be told, she never liked Maxwell and knew the type of guy he was from the beginning. Maxwell was charming and had the ability to make any girl weak in the knees. Especially a woman like her sister that was in love with being in love. 

Anger built from the pits of her stomach. Feelings of betrayal had never quite faded since they had made up and she ignored it in the name of love. “Did he see you?” 

“Nope. But I’ll make myself seen when it comes to my sister. Candy, why are you still trying to make things work with this immature, cheating ass, motherfucker? I try to hold my tongue like you ask but I refuse to hold it again. You’re too good for him.” When it came to family. Trinity was the sister that would physically fight for her siblings. At times, Candace admired her sister’s tenacity and wished she wasn’t as timid when it came to relationships with people. That was one negative trait that kept Candace anchored to people that did not deserve her time. 

“I honestly don’t know.” Tears began to form in Candace’s eyes as the shame set in for her. She knew Maxwell was no good for her but he always found a way back into her heart. “I’m...um...I’m going to talk to him.”

“Candace,” Trinity called out, noticing her sister’s emotions getting the best of her. “Please don’t cry over that man. Please.” 

If only Candace knew her worth. 

-------

Candace took the scenic route to Maxwell’s apartment, playing different scenarios in her head on the way. If she murdered him, where would she hide the body? Did she just hit him with questions or soften him up first? 

None of those scenarios played out once Candace reached her destination and was met by Natalie in the hall outside Maxwell’s apartment. The three of them froze, each of them searching for words to break up the awkward moment. 

“I should get going. I’ll call you when I get home,” Natalie mumbled, lowering her eyes and pushing past Candace. 

“I knew that apology was a lie and you were full of shit,” Candace spoke through clenched teeth. She was taught to never put her hands on anyone and it took a strong prayer to keep her fists at her sides. “What the hell is Natalie doing here and don’t even think about lying.” 

Maxwell didn’t even put up a fight. Besides, after the news he had learned, he didn’t have the energy to lie or smooth talk his way out of this one. 

“What was she doing here, Maxwell?”

“Natalie’s pregnant,” he replied, leaning against the wall across from Candace. He watched as his girlfriend’s face fell blank. “I fucked up and I’m sorry for that. You don’t deserve the shit I put you through.” 

Still lost for words, Candace slid down the wall until her rear hit the concrete floor. Pregnant. That had to be the final straw, right? The game they had been playing for the past three years had come to a tragic end that Candace feared. 

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I know I stay apologizing but I mean it. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” 

“Yeah, you did.” 

Maxwell kept his distance. “Did what?” 

“If you didn’t mean to hurt me, this would have stopped after the first incident. But I gave you chance after chance and you still didn’t fucking stop. I’m done, Max. I can’t put myself through this shit because it’s obvious you won’t stop. I’m foolish to even think you would,” Candace spoke in a hushed tone, never raising her voice or releasing the tears that threatened to fall. 

“I’m-”

“I don’t wanna hear another one of your tired excuses. I sure the hell hope your dick is clean. I’ll come back for my shit another day.” 

“Candy, come on-” 

“Move! Don’t fucking touch me.” Blood rushed to Candace’s face as the embarrassment set in and she could no longer look Maxwell in the eye. This relationship had become a part of her identity and she allowed it to consume her so much that she forgot to love herself. “We’re done, Maxwell.” 

Candace ignored the apologies and groveling. A weight lifted off her shoulders and she didn’t intend to put it back ever again. 

------

Yahya had one more day to enjoy Los Angeles before he had to return to San Francisco to figure out his next move. He was desperate to burn off steam and decided to hit the park for a workout. The skies were clear, granting Yahya  a good dose of vitamin D while he ran the steps. He pushed himself to do one more set before taking a lap around the trail for a cool down. Yahya was so focused, he didn’t notice Candace approaching him from the opposite sidewalk. 

“Hey...wassup,” he said, removing his headphones when he finally saw the brown beauty in his path. 

“Hey. Didn’t think I’d run into one of my customers...ever,” Candace chuckled nervously. The breakup had her emotions all over the place and gave her the bravado to approach a man from the club. Keeping those two lives separate  was important to her except in that moment. 

“Oh, yeah? Well, I don’t want to think of myself as your customer. That’s a little weird,” Yahya admitted, earning a nod from Candace in agreement. “But since we’re outside of your job, can I get your real name?” 

“Candace.”

“Nice to meet you Miss Candace. I’m Yahya.”

A short, awkward moment of silence gave Candace time to get a better look at the man she had danced on in a dark strip club. Beautiful dark brown skin covered a body that looked like it was sculpted with the utmost care. If you looked up tall, dark and handsome in the dictionary, Yahya’s picture would be used as the definition. Once her eyes traveled back up to his face, his bright, white smile captured her and held on for dear life. The man was fine and seeing him in the light had Candace acting like a shy, school girl. 

“You live around here,” Candace asked, breaking the silence. 

“No, I’m visiting my boys from back home. I’m living in San Francisco right now. I go back tomorrow evening,” he explained, looking Candace over. She was petite compared to his 6′3 frame. “You?” 

“I’m from Chicago but moved here to go to school. Trying to live the dream, ya know?” 

“I hear that,” Yahya nodded. “Well Candace, I don’t think it’s a coincidence that we ran into each other. Would you like to get a recovery smoothie with me? My treat. Unless you’re still in the middle of your workout.” 

“I can cut out early. I know a good smoothie spot not too far from here if you don’t mind walking.” 

Yahya’s smile grew, “Sounds like a plan, let me put on a shirt.” 

Or not, Candace thought to herself. 

--------

After the ice was broken, Candace and Yahya began to enjoy each other’s company. The break-up earlier that day was still on Candace’s mind, but she felt at ease being around Yahya. Sure, they didn’t know one another on a deep level, yet she could sense Yahya’s compassion. When she spoke, his eyes stayed on her and he truly listened. One thing that irked her about Maxwell was his inability to listen below the surface level. 

“That’s too bad. Many of these fellas out here don’t appreciate their lady until she’s gone.” Maxwell sounded like many men Yahya knew and the type of man his parents raised him not to be. He could see the hurt in Candace’s face when she described what had led up to the end of their relationship. 

“Yeah, it’s just a shame I wasted my time and my heart on a guy that didn’t want to protect it.”

“His loss, your win.” 

Dumping personal information on a stranger was not how Candace usually moved, nonetheless it felt good. “I’m sorry for treating you like a therapist.”

“Nah, you’re good. You had a rough day. I don’t mind listening.” 

“Thanks, but I wanna hear more about you. What do you do in expensive ass San Francisco,” Candace quizzed, sipping her raspberry/banana smoothie. 

Yahya hoped telling Candace about his unemployment wouldn’t ruin his chances. He still hadn’t shared the news with anyone else. “I was a City Planner for the Mayor’s office but I was laid off on Friday. I honestly don’t even know what the hell I’m going to do when I go back home.” 

One of Candace’s strongest traits was her empathy. She had no issue stepping into a person’s shoes and feeling what they felt. Those that were worthy enough to spend time with her felt Candace’s warmth right away. Yahya could feel it, which is why he felt comfortable sharing the news with her.

“I’m sorry, Yahya. Shit sucks when you get well into your career and your job is in another person’s hands,” Candace sucked her teeth and shook her head. “Are you thinking about staying there and getting another job?”

“To be honest, I need a change of scenery. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise because I think I got comfortable in my lifestyle. I loved my job but things were stagnant,” he explained, tracing the lettering on his smoothie cup. “Right now, I’m thinking about taking a break and figuring out what I want to do from there. I’ll get unemployment, so I’ll manage until I find another career that makes me happy.” 

“That’s brave of you. I’m too damn scary and would need to have a plan right away. Good luck with that. You seem to be a determined man so you’ll find your way. I’m hoping I can graduate and get into Yale then we will see if I make a career out of this acting thing. If not, I’ll go back to school for education and teach theatre.” 

“Wow, Yale? I did some acting classes back in the day and they seemed pretty cool. I don’t know if I have the talent to get into a school like Yale though. I need to work on my Denzel cry first.” The two shared a laugh and finished up their smoothies. 

Time passed as their conversation ranged from discussing their childhoods to recent life events. They were so deep into discussion, they didn’t notice that two hours had gone by since they first arrived at the smoothie shop. Candace was more easy going than Yahya thought. That shy exterior had fallen down, exposing the sweet and funny side of her. Like many women in the stripping industry, her persona in the club was a lot different from her true self. He wished he could get to know more of that side.

They walked back towards the park, where their cars were parked on a side street. Yahya walked Candace to her Jeep and waited for her to load the backseat with her duffle bag. 

“Thanks for the smoothie and talk. I needed that more than I thought,” Candace closed the back door and stood in front of the driver’s side door. “Dr. Yahya is a great listener, even though we’re complete strangers.” 

“It doesn’t have to be that way. I wasn’t kidding about taking some acting classes with you when I’m in town,” he replied, flashing his wide grin. 

“I’ll hold you to that Mr. Abdul-Mateen. Like I said, acting is like recess so it’ll be fun. Who knows, maybe you’re a natural at the shit.” 

“We’ll see, we’ll see. I won’t hold you up, you should probably get home before it gets too dark. Text me when you make it.” 

“Alright. Thanks again, Yahya. For real,” Candace’s soft curls blew over her face as the wind picked up. 

“You’re welcome. Thank you for listening to me ramble. Get home safely and don’t forget to let me know.” Yahya leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Candace’s cheek. The simple act almost made her melt into a puddle in the LA street. Opening her car door, Yahya waved her inside. “Bye, Candace.” 

“See you later.” 

Candace drove away feeling like a new chapter of her life was on the horizon and she was ready to face whatever it had in store. 

Taglist: @blackburnbook​ @just-peachee​ @emjayewrites​

Want a tag? Let me know. 

[oskea93]

My Heart Has a History (5)

This was ridiculous!

I was surrounded by four white walls and the clock on the wall was beginning to drive me insane. I must have been in here for close to an hour and I had yet to be seen by anyone. I had asked multiple times on the way over here why I was being arrested, but all I got was a few mumbles and that was it. 

"Abbot-" A man's voice sounded as he opened the door. "It's time for your phone call." His whole demeanor was caulis and rude. I struggled to get up from the metal seat as the bastard just stood there watching. 

"Thanks for the help." I muttered. As I made my way to the phone, I tried my best to look for Gemma or for any sign of Unser or Hale. "You got five minutes." I rolled my eyes as the man took a seat across from the phone, making sure to keep his eyes on me I had a decision to make. I could either call my husband and try to explain to him what was going on or I could call Jax. I don't know which one would be worse and which one would be better. They would both freak out about the situation but Jax would possibly take it to extremes. Then again, Jax would be able to get both Gemma and I released. "Do you have to make a phone call or not, Abbot?" Before I could reply, Unser's voice began to filter through the hall soon revealing himself, Clay, and Jackson. "Are you okay?" Jax rushed over to me, placing his hands on my shoulders in a comforting manner. I just nodded my head. "What the hell is this all about?" All I could do was shrug my shoulder at his question. It was as if my mouth and brain were no longer working in sync. Jax stayed by my side as Clay appeared with Gemma, a look of relief on her face when she saw me. "You wanna tell me why Gemma Morrow and Presley Abbot were arrested?" Unser began to question the asshole who released me to use the phone. "Stahl wanted them in for questioning and that's the only way we could get them here." He replied smugly. "They were together so it was the perfect opportunity." I noticed Jax tense up in anger at the man's response. "ATF doesn't call the shots around here, son.” Unser sneered. “Presley and Gemma are free to go and are not to be bothered. Do you understand me?” "ATF outranks any small-town official, Chief." Unser made his way closer to the man, finally coming face-to-face with him. "That may be true in other places but not in my town, detective." The two had a stare off before Unser told the guy that we were both free to go once again. As I was leaving, I made sure to look at the guy who caused so much trouble, even offering him a smirk as I crossed into the other room. Jax was hot on my tail as we exited the police station together. Once we were outside, I noticed that he had drove his truck over instead of his bike. I was in desperate need of a ride home and I didn't feel like bothering Matt with all the drama at this point. I was beginning to think that it would be best not to tell him what had just happened. "You need a lift home?" Jax soon spoke once we reached the truck. "Yeah, that would be great." I gave him a small smile. I placed my hand in his as he opened the passenger door, helping me into the tall vehicle. I couldn't help but laugh as he ran around the car, flipping his reaper cap around in the process. I always loved it when he wore that stupid cap. He even got Wyatt one so they could twin out on different occasions. "Neeta said that she would look at Wyatt for a little longer today if you want to rest for a while. I can even drop him off tonight, whichever works best for you."    I just nodded my head as the trucks engine roared to life. As we traveled to the house, I struggled to find the right words to say when it came to telling Jax about how Matt felt about the other night. "Jax-"I began as I turned in my seat. "We need to talk about a few things." Confusion replaced the content look that he had on his face. "The other night when you came over-"I stuttered. "Well, Matt wasn't too happy about that. He found it kind of rude that you just helped yourself into the house, even though I told him that you knocked. He's just worried that his parents are gonna disapprove of him because-" 

I stopped midsentence as I tried to find the right words once again. 

"Because of what, Presley." Jax interjected. I watched as the houses and tree passed us by as I struggled to search for the right words. "Because you’re still in my life." The words escaped before I could register what I had said. I looked over at him, noticing that he was as still as a statue. I wanted to tell him that I was perfectly okay with him still being in my life but I decided to just stay quiet. I then started to mentally kick myself for even telling him all of this to begin with. I should have just kept my mouth shut and enjoyed the ride home. Ever since our divorce was finalized, Jax and I would remain close. For starters, we shared a son together and wanted to do what was best for him. I couldn't ever imagine separating the two of them or would I ever think to do so. They were like two peas in a pod and I loved that Jax was such a hands-on dad. When his car pulled into the driveway, all I could do was sit there. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he placed the car in park and hastily got out. He made his way around the car and quickly opened my door. "Are you getting out?" He huffed out as he stood there impatiently.    I looked up at him, fighting with myself over what to tell him. "Presley, I don't have all day." I finally gave in and got out of the truck, standing in the way so he couldn't close the door just yet. "I don't feel the way Matt does.” I spoke. “I love having you in my life and in our son's life." He rolled his eyes. "I'm serious Jackson!" I said a bit harsher. "I don't know what I would do if you weren't in our lives. Our lives wouldn't be the same." He refrained from looking at me, choosing to stare at the house instead. I decided to finally move away from the door since this wasn't going how I planned in my head. "I'll have Neeta drop Wyatt off tonight." He slammed the car door shut, causing me to jump in surprise. I watched as he made his way back around the truck, not even offering a goodbye as he started the engine. I slowly made my way up the stairs and into the house as he fled out of the driveway. I thought I had felt shitty before but I was feeling even worse now…. It had been a few days since I last seen or even heard from Jax. Gemma would pick Wyatt up and drop him off every day that he didn't stay the night. Every time she would come, the issue between Jax and I would be brought up but I had nothing to tell her. In my defense, I didn't do anything wrong. I had told Jax the truth but he was being the stubborn one.I didn't need that kind of stress this late in my pregnancy. I was so stressed out over the whole Jax debacle that I grew more and more behind in my work. I had several cakes and pastries that needed to be done by a certain date and I had yet to get any of them accomplished. The poor girls at the shop probably thought I had abandoned them. When I got to the bakery, the place was packed with customers. The shelves and cases were stocked with fresh goodies and the girls looked as if they were handling things nicely. "Oh thank God, she's back." A voice shot out from behind the counter before Nicole, my head cookie maker, came running towards me. She instantly wrapped her arms around my neck, almost strangling me in the process. I couldn't help but laugh as I hugged her back, ignoring the looks of the customers waiting for their treats. "We were about to send out a search party for you but Jax told us you weren't feeling great."  I pulled away from her grasps and gave her a look. "When did you see Jax?" I questioned. She had told me that Jax and Wyatt had stopped by yesterday for some cookies before heading back to the garage. "Wyatt looks just like his father." 

I just nodded my head, still a bit confused, as I gave her a smile and headed towards the back. "Pres?" Nicole appeared again. "There's a couple of ladies out here requesting your services." I quickly put my bag down on my desk and waddled my way out into the public. Standing at the counter was the girl I hated most and the woman responsible for her career. "Luanne." I spoke. The older woman gave me a smile as Ima the Slut stood there as if she was God's gift to men. I couldn't help but mentally shake my head at her choice of outfit. She was in a public place wearing the shortest shorts imaginable and a shirt that was showing that she decided not to wear a bra today. Her hair was all perfect as was her makeup, so I figured she was on her way to work. "How you doing, Presley." She asked sympathetically. I had always liked Luanne but I didn't agree with her business ventures. She was a nicer version of Gemma but I feel as if she would drop you like a bat if given the chance. "I'm doing pretty good; Just trying to enjoy the rest of my pregnancy." She gave me a smile while Ima stood there looking uninterested. "What can I get the two of you." I finally asked. I made my way back around the counter seeing as they were probably here to order something. "I don't know if you heard or not but Ima's movie is gonna be released in a few days and I want you to make a cake for the party." This was defiantly a first. I had made personal cakes for Luanne in the past but this would be the first time I made one for a porno. "I was thinking that it would be a chocolate cake with hot pink icing and maybe some kind of saying or design." I watched as her eyes lit up as she explained the look of the cake. "It needs to be sexy yet classy since that's the kind of business I run." I just nodded my head, continuing to write down her ideas. "Ima, do you have anything to add?" I looked up as Ima's eyes connected with mine. She slowly looked up from her manicured nails, her eyes searing into my soul, "Just don't fuck it up."… I finally decided to call it a day a little after 8 that night.

I was almost caught up with all my orders but Ima's cake was still in the process of being designed. I had no idea how I was gonna make a cake look sexy but I would try my best to please the porn queen. Gemma had decided that she was gonna keep Wyatt for the night so I could enjoy a night of quiet. I gathered up all my things and began to close the shop. I made sure to turn the lights off, which I have left on all night in the past, and closed the door behind me. As I was locking up, I noticed a few men moving into the store beside of mine. "Good evening miss.” A grey-headed man waved from the store front. “Good evening.” I greeted, clutching my bag closer to my body as he approached. "Looks as if we are going to be neighbors." He spoke with a smile. “Seems so. ”I looked around at the men who surrounded the owner. They wore white button up shirts with jeans, their hair cut in a buzzed fashion. “Impeccable Smokes?” I questioned the name. He looked at me, smirk falling onto his face. “Cigar shop.” I nodded my head at his explanation. “Heard some folks around charming like a good cigar now and again. I figured the best place to set up shop is right next door to Charming’s favorite bakery.” I couldn’t help but feel a bit uncomfortable as his eyes stared into mine. At this point, all of his men had stopped working and were now honing in on our conversation. “Well-“ I cleared my throat. “Welcome to the neighborhood, Mr-“ “Zobelle.” 

[idreamofhazeleyes]

Exploration

Exploration

Summery: You and Dean plan to dive into some simple bonding after Dean finds you wrapping up rope you use for practice in self rescue. You both wait until Sam’s out with Eileen to act out your kinks.

Pairings: F!Reader x Dean x Cas, Sam x Eileen

Words: 3,068

Warnings: Smut, bondage, general kink, mentions of domestic abuse, unprotected sex

Tags: @squirrelnotsam @mrswhozeewhatsis @optimisticpeacecollector5 @impala-dreamer @idreamofplaid @percussiongirl2017 @ @winchestergirl-13 @mariekoukie6661 @lyarr24 @​

You start winding the rope up, it working up from your lap and bed. Your bedroom was semi private enough to practice without anyone just randomly walking in on you like the war room.

“What’s up with the rope?”

Save for now.

You look up to see Dean leaning in the doorway. There was no judgement on his face. Just curiosity.

“Figured it’d be a good skill to have,” you tell him. “Working knots on my own. That way I don’t wait on a rescue if I’m tied up.”

You finish with the rope and set it aside. Part of you suppress a shutter from a memory. You first met the brothers and Cas when they were on a case and pulled you from an abusive partner that was one snap away from killing you.

Since then you’ve stayed with the trio in an odd sense of feeling indebted. In that time, the brothers taught you how to hunt. Sam taught you how to hack. Dean taught you how to shoot. Cas put the same sigil wardings on you he did the brothers and taught you about angels.

“What’s up, Dean?” you ask, shifting on the bed.

Dean shifts his weight before joining you on your bed. You lean over to him, touching his shoulder with his. You don’t push him to open up. He will tell you in good time. Like when he came out to you that he was bisexual. He was half tired and comfortable curled up against you at the time.

“I’m … I watched some videos the other night and I’d …” He swallows hard. “I wanna try some things.”

“Like what?”

Dean reaches for the rope. “I want to be tied up. And you dominating.”

“Are you sure?” You know enough of the BDSM lifestyle to help in what Dean was asking for. “I don’t want you to go into this and panic because you get triggered. Which is why I want you to think of a safe word between now and whenever we do the bondage.”

Dean nods. He shifts and lays his head on your thigh. The only other person you see him so at ease with in physical touch is Cas. Maybe the angel could join in on the fun.

“You trust me to do this?” you ask, knowing the answer. A hand starts playing with his hair.

His head nods, rubbing on your thigh.

Before you respond, a knock at the door catches your attention. Eileen peers into the room.

“Me and Sam are going out for a few hours tonight,” she says, signing as well. “So don’t wait up.”

“Will do,” you sign back.

With Sam and Eileen being out for the night, your mind was racing in trying to come up with a half way decent plan. The rope you have. Dean trusts you to tie him up and give over all control. All you needed was to talk with Cas about it.

“I trust you,” Dean says, breaking into your thought process. “Anything you plan, I trust you.”

That settles in your mind. “Give me a few hours to plan our evening. Go ahead and relax.”

You bend over and kissed the side of Dean’s head.

He pulls himself from you and the bed; returning the kiss before seeing himself from the room. You wait a few minutes before sliding off the bed and start searching for Cas.

You find him in the library reading. You sit in a chair across the table from him, causing him to look up at you.

“Um … Cas. Let me ask you something. And please don’t judge. Are you willing to help me with Dean later? He … wants me to tie him up and dominate him. I have an idea I’d like to run with, but I need your help.”

The idea would work with or without Cas, but it’ll work better with him. You don’t meet the angel’s gaze, not quite wanting to see the thoughts passing over his face.

“What’s the idea?” he asks.

“He works his way out from the knots tying him to the bed,” you start. “The reward would be joining us in … well … sex.”

Cas makes a thoughtful noise. That was a good idea. “I’ll be there.”

“Thanks, Cas.” You get up and hug him before heading out.

You make a trip to Victoria Secret and picket out a few panties; figuring Dean would wear one. And it wouldn’t hurt to surprise him with one for yourself.

Getting back to the bunker, you get things ready in your room. A quick text to Dean to pick two numbers between one and five chose the panties to be worn. The reply comes minute later and you randomly pull out two from the bag. You send a picture of one with “You’re to wear only these tonight.”

You hear Sam and Eileen getting ready for their night out. Which gives you that much time to get ready yourself. A quick shower and a change of comfortable clothes with the new panties.

You nearly step into Cas stepping out of the bathroom. Damn. You weren’t sure if you would last long if he arched his eyebrow like that later.

“My room,” you tell him.

He nods before heading off.

You head in the other direction, hyper aware of the panties for Dean in your pants pocket. You find Dean in his entertainment room, shifting the panties from pocket to hand.

Dean’s reclined in a chair watching a movie as you come up behind him, sliding both hands over his shoulders.

“These are for you,” you whisper in his ear, leaving the panties on his lap. “I expect to see only these on you.”

You pull away and leave. You find Cas in your room securing the rope on the bed legs.

“How do you plan our part?” he asks.

You sigh, wishing it sounded better out loud. “How do you feel about a bit of exhibition?”

“Y/N? Cas?” Sam calls out. “We’re heading out.”

“Be good, you two,” you call back.

You and Cas stand there for a few minutes, as if you both agreed to wait that long to make sure Sam and Eileen were gone.

“Is that part of your plans for tonight?” Cas asks, breaking the silence.

You nod. “Dean’s gonna be able to hear and see us while he’s working at the knots. Gives him a bit more of an incentive on getting free. Unless …” Now you get a little shy talking about what you’re thinking of doing to Dean.

Cas rests a reassuring hand on a shoulder. “Whatever you want to do, I’m with you.”

A throat clearing cough from the door catches your attention.

You look to see Dean standing in the doorway in just the panties you had given him earlier. Beside you, Cas’s breath hitches.

Part of you expected Dean to not follow through with the instructions. But he did and filled out the panties way better than you thought he would. You gesture for him to enter, coming behind him to close the door.

Dean stands at the foot of the bed, staring at the ropes. He froze and you can tell. You rub his upper back.

“We don’t need to do this,” you tell him.

He shakes his head. “I wanna do this. How do you wanna do this?” He looks into y/e/c eyes.

“First, safe word,” you tell him. “Stops everything. Resistance is part of the play, so words like ‘stop’ and ‘don’t’ lose their power. We won’t continue until you come up with a word.”

You glance over to Cas to see him stripping off his trench coat. He was invested in this.

“Pie.” It came out as a whisper, but you heard it.

“Pie, got that. Now, I want you to get on the bed and lay on your back.” You gesture Cas to one side while you take the other. It takes a few minutes to secure the rope on Dean’s wrists and ankles.

“What …” Dean starts.

You do your best imitation of Cas’s look, silencing Dean. “I’m not going to tell you what I have in mind.” You trace a finger along his side from armpit to waist, just stopping short of the hemline of the panties. “I will tell you this; free yourself from these ropes, and you’ll be rewarded. If you don’t within …” You find your cell and set a timer. “A half hour, you’ll miss out.”

“On what?”

You move over to Cas and pull him down just enough to kiss him. Your hands work at his tie before working off the suit coat. Sounds from the bed pull you from Cas. You sit next to Dean, teasing a nipple. “If you manage to free each limb, you’ll be rewarded as well.” The hand moves down from the nipple and start working at the budging panties.

His hips bucked into your palm.

You pull your hand away. “That is not possible right now, Dean.” You stand and feel Cas start working at your shirt, keeping your gaze on Dean.

He starts working on freeing his hands.

The shirt is pulled over your head, revealing a cute bra that lifted you up.

Dean stopped moving long enough for you to notice.

You smirk at him before turning to Cas, arms reaching back to unclasp the bra.

Cas licks his lips in a way that reminds you of Dean.

There was something in the slight rush of pulling Cas’s shirt from his pants and working the buttons free. His hands move over your skin, sending the little hairs to stand on end. You don’t hesitate matching his movements, hands working at undoing his pants as he works off his shirt.

He leans in and kisses the side of your neck, hands hooking at the hem of your lounge pants.

“Y/N,” Dean calls out.

You glance over to see that he had freed a hand. Freeing your legs from the lounge pants, you climb onto the bed. A smile appears on your face when you see Dean’s gaze drip from your chest to the panties.

“A reward.” You take the free hand and guide it to your clit.

“You’re wet,” Dean moans.

Part of you wants to stay there while Dean works at you. But you pull away before you lose yourself in his menstruations. You lean over and whisper, “You’ll get more if you free yourself.”

Returning your attention back to Cas, you find that he is standing there in all his glory watching you.

“You’re good at this,” he whispers, a hand sliding over your abdomen under the panties.

“Working out the rough spots,” you whisper back. You guide Cas back until his legs bump against a chair and push him back into it. “Are you okay with me … We didn’t actually discuss if you were …”

Cas pulls you in to straddle him, his hands supporting you until you settle. You reach down as you lift up just enough and guide him in. His head rolls back as you sink down on him, hands on your sides.

“Y/N,” Dean’s voice broke.

You ignore him. Your attention was on Cas and making sure he was getting attention.

“Y/N,” Dean calls again. “Please. I can’t free my ankles.”

“He freed his other arm,” Cas tells you.

You stop and meet his blue eyes. He was silently pleading with you to go tend to Dean. For some reason you know he would follow you to the bed. Nodding, you free yourself from Cas and turn your attention to Dean.

He is sitting up and struggling with the rope around an ankle. Half hidden is his full budge tucked into the panties.

“Don’t struggle with it,” you tell him, easing him back onto the bed. “Otherwise, you won’t get rewarded fully.” A hand reaches into the panties and frees Dean. He moans as you work at his cock.

“S’good,” he says.

“I know you can free your feet,” you tell him as a hand finds a breast.

“I can’t.”

You bat the hand away and stand from the bed. “Then you won’t finish.”

“But I…”

“You what? Want to finish? You trust me to do this. I trust you to free yourself. Hang on for a second.” You find your cell and find that the timer is ten minutes from going off. You stop it and show Dean. “There is now no time limit. But. Cas and I will continue our fun.”

Dean groans against the changes you make.

You lean back against Cas as his hands find the hem of your panties and pull them down. Stepping out of them, you turn to face the angel; who was still kneeling. One of your hands absently runs through his hair as one of his hands finds its way to your core and his tongue meets your clit.

“That’s my good angel,” you say loud enough for him and Dean to hear. “Show Dean how to please me.”

Two fingers slide into you, teasing at your g-spot. Your eyes flutter half close. “Gonna … need more than … that, Cas.”

He pulls away and kisses up your stomach, stopping long enough to suck at each nipple, before latching onto the side of your neck. A hand holds your thigh and pulls your leg up to his hip. You reach down and guide Cas into your folds before he thrusts into you.

Pressing against him, you hold yourself against him. The stance was awkward to hold, but you refuse to stop. Your hips attempt to match his. Behind you sounds of Dean moving from the bed reaches your ears.

He was free.

“Dean, come here,” you tell him, pulling yourself off Cas. You give him a kiss before turning to face Dean. “Do you want your reward?” You work the panties off of him, hands brushing against his erect penis.

He nods, fingers twitching in his want to touch you. “I do. Please, I want you. Both of you.”

“You may touch me. Sit on the bed, love.” You move with him, feeling Cas behind you.

Dean settles even as you straddle his lap. Cas sits on the bed facing the two of you. This close you can’t tell what hands belonged to who as you push Dean onto his back and sheathed him into you.

Hands moved over your body as you reached for each of the men.

Cas moves away and you hear a drawer open then close. “Y/N, can you adjust?”

You look over to see Cas coating his cock with lube. It took a small effort to get Dean on his side.

“Don’t move,” you tell Dean. “Do you want to try something? It may be uncomfortable at first.”

You see his face contort a little as Cas teases his cock at Dean’s ass.

“I want …”

“What do you want, Dean?”

“Cas. Ass.”

You nod to Cas, who eases himself into Dean. He relaxes in your arms. Your hips shift, your body wanting more. Cas pulls out. He pushes back in, forcing Dean deeper into you. Your chest presses against Dean’s.

He pulls out and onto Cas as he pulls out.

Dean’s pushed back in from Cas’s momentum.

You don’t stop it. Not that you could. Hands moved over bodies. One finds its way to your clit, a finger circling it. One of yours finds its way behind Cas.

“Don’t. Stop.” Someone begs. You swear it was you, but can’t be sure.

Your core tightens around Dean.

Cas groans.

The sensation of being filled as Dean shutters in your arms washes over you.

The three of you lay there in each other arms, coming down from the high of your orgasms. You thread a hand through Dean’s hair.

“How do you feel?” you ask him. “Any rope burns I need to take care of?”

He shakes his head against you. “No.”

You feel a slight weight shift behind Dean. As much as you don’t want to, you move as well. Folding your legs under you, you pick up one of Dean’s arms and check his wrist before checking the other. Both are a little red but nothing serious enough to warrant ointment.

Shifting down to his ankles, you find they were in a similar state as his wrists.

“You were good tonight,” you tell Dean, coming back to his gaze. “Now, you stay here with Cas while I get some water and snacks for us. Cas, can you ensure he’s comfortable?”

The angel nods and you work yourself off the bed.

You grab your bathroom and secured it around you as you step out into the hallway. Part of you is glad that Sam and Eileen were still out even though Sam’s seen enough in wound stitching sessions to have lost that sense of wanting to cover up.

In the kitchen, you load up a bag of sweets and bottles of water. Granted it was something you should have done before hand, but this was good. It gives Dean and Cas time alone.

Back in your room, you find Dean and Cas cuddling on the bed. You shed the robe as you head to the bed. You climb in on Dean’s free side before handing him a bottle of water and a candy bar. “Drink. Eat,” you tell him. “Anything you need, I got it.”

You sit there and ensure that he drinks and eats what you give him.

“Anything?” he asks.

You nod. “Anything.”

“Can we cuddle? All three of us?”

“Of course.” You set the bag aside and adjust yourself and the pillows so you were comfortable before opening your arms to Dean. He settles his head on your chest, his body resting against yours even as Cas rests against his.

“Can we do this again?” Dean asks. “And maybe with a bit more planning?”

You make an amused sound. “Sure.”

You doze off even as Dean falls asleep. Somewhere in the Bunker sounds echo. Signaling that Sam and Eileen were back. Cas gets up and grabs a blanket to cover you all.

“Guys?” Sam called out before stopping at your room.

You don’t hear anything else, but naturally assume that he was signing to Eileen. No judgement from them. Sure, the three of them can do this again.

[happilykrispypirate]

I'm here for you

Warnings: Angst, abuse

Masterlist

I'm all about writing angsty stuff lately. I'm in that mood I guess. I guess we all are!

Bellamy and Y/n have been friends their whole lives. Y/n was the first person to know about Octavia.

Bellamy has been in love with her since he knew what the word love meant. She along with Octavia was the reason Bellamy snuck onto that dropship in the first place.

She got locked up a few days before her 18th birthday. Bellamy planned on telling her how he felt on her birthday, despite her having a boyfriend.

His name is Seth and Bellamy hated every little thing about him. Of course he was locked up too, so now Bellamy was stuck with him on the ground as well.

"Hey Bell," Y/n smiled walking over to her best friend who she was in love with, but things with Seth are complicated and she can't really leave him.

A big smile spread across his lips as he saw her, "Hey short stack." He teased knowing well how she'd react, "I hate you," she glared causing him to laugh.

"You love me," He chuckled and wrapped and arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer.

"Yeah, yeah," Y/n laughed and wrapped one arm around him.

Her eyes landed on her boyfriend, he was glaring daggers at her. She quickly let go and stepped away which caught Bellamy's attention.

"You okay?" He asked noticing her strange behavior.

"Yeah, I'm good. I just remembered. Clarke was looking for me." Y/n said putting on her best fake smile which always did the trick.

"Okay, I'll catch you later, alligator." Bellamy chuckled and Y/n rolled her eyes with a playful grin.

She walked away and Bellamy's eyes were on her until she disappeared. He didn't even notice Seth following her.

Clarke came up behind Bellamy, "Oh, Y/n just went that way," Bellamy pointed and Clarke's eyebrows furrowed, "And why are you telling me that?" She asked.

"Y/n just said you were looking for her," Bellamy said, suspicion slowly rising within him.

"I'm not." Clarke said and Bellamy looked at the direction Y/n walked in confused.

Why would she lie to him? Did he do something wrong?

Bellamy shrugged it off, deciding to ask her later, just to let her cool off, incase she was mad at him.

Y/n how ever wasn't mad at him. She was afraid that he'll figure out.

Y/n walked off and she knew Seth was following her. She remembered how he had told her a hundred times before to stay away and each time she didn't listen to him he would punish her.

It got up to the point where every inch over her body was covered in bruises. Except her face, of course.

She was grabbed by the wrist and pulled away where no one else was around to witness what was about to happen.

Seth threw Y/n to the ground and towered over her, "I told you what would happen if you ever talk to him again, this was you last strike Y/n." He spat and started kicking and punching her.

Seth grabbed her hair and pulled on it hard to bring her face closer to his and whispered, "You're a worthless piece of shit you know that right? I'm the only person that will ever love you."

Tears were streaming down her cheeks, to afraid to yell out because she knows what will happen if she does.

"Are you going to talk to him again?" Seth asked in a maniacally way. She shook her head and sniffled a few times.

"Good, because next time you do. I wont be as lenient as I was now." He said and let go of her hair and walked away.

Y/n sat there and let out a few sobs. Her body ached with every sob that escaped only caused more pain.

After a few more minutes, Y/n got up and walked to her tent which was luckily secluded from the others so no one would notice her.

Y/n was cleaning herself up and she felt that there indeed was a bruise above her brow.

She cursed under her breathe, already thinking of an excuse as to why she had that bruise on her face.

Going with the obvious choice, she hit her head. She decided it was best to get some rest.

So she got in her bed and laid there crying. She wished she could tell Bellamy. She knew he'd protect her but she was afraid to do it and she didn't know why.

The next day Y/n was helping Octavia out and she tried her best to keep her bruise hidden by just not showing that side of her head.

Of course that was impossible so she got caught obviously.

"Oh my god, what happened to your head?" Octavia asked and Y/n cursed under breathe for getting caught but she played it cool, "Oh you know me, I hit my head pretty hard. It's a miracle I didn't pass out." Y/n fake chuckled.

"It looks really bad, we should let Clarke check it out." Octavia said.

She was about to protest but Octavia had already grabbed Y/n's wrist and dragged her to the dropship.

Clarke checked out the bruise and just dabbed some of the moonshine on it.

"You should really look where you're going next time," Clarke said and Y/n chuckled, "I'll try my best."

"Alright, you're good to go. Just take it easy alright?" She said and Y/n nodded with a fake smile before heading out of the dropship.

She was immediately met with Bellamy, "Octavia just told me what happened. You should be more careful next time." Bellamy said worriedly and placed his hands on her cheeks inspecting the wound.

Y/n smiled brightly, a real smile and laughed, "I'm just clumsy that's all." She said.

Her gaze was torn away from Bellamy and it landed on Seth. He was once again glaring daggers at her.

Her eyes widened and her heartbeat quickened. She quickly backed away.

"I have to go." Y/n suttered which caused Bellamy to become even more worried.

"Y/n, what's going on with you lately?" He asked.

"I'm fine, I just remembered someone asked me to help them." Is all she said before she walked away quickly.

Then was the first time Bellamy saw Seth storm after Y/n. Bellamy's eyes widened in fear and he chased after them.

He couldn't find them, he looked everywhere. Bellamy was falling apart, what if he had seriously hurt Y/n?

Wait...

Was Seth responsible for the bruise on Y/n's head?

So help him god if he was then Bellamy would kill that bastard.

Bellamy was almost ready to call for the rest of the camp to search the woods when he heard a sob and some mumbling.

He rushed over to behind the dropship and saw Seth with a knife in his hands and a bloodied and bruised Y/n.

Bellamy's blood boiled and he tackled Seth to the ground and repeatedly punched him.

"Bellamy stop!" Clarke yelled as she rounded the corner in search for Bellamy actually but then she saw this scene.

"No!" Bellamy yelled as Clarke tried to pull him off Seth. She eventually did it after a few tries but it was a tad too late.

Seth was still alive but he was beaten badly.

Lucky bastard, he deserved worse.

Bellamy's attention was pulled away from Seth to Y/n when he heard a whimper escape her lips. He rushed over to her and fell to his knees and turned her over so she was cradling in his arms.

His eyes widened as he saw her. She had a cut on every inch of her body but there was one area that concerned him the most.

Blood was pooling out of her stomach. "Oh god, get her to the dropship! Now!" Clarke exclaimed and Bellamy immediately picked Y/n up and ran to the dropship.

On his way there he ordered two delinquents to go pick up Seth and tie him up.

Bellamy placed Y/n on the table and Clarke ripped her shirt off leaving Y/n only in her bra.

Before, Bellamy only saw the cuts. Now, he could see the bruises she was hiding under her long sleeved shirt and on her legs. He saw every cut Seth had made and he even saw the scars.

Bellamy's blood ran cold when he thought of how long this was going on.

How could he not have noticed? How could he just believe everything was fine?

Because Y/n made him believe everything was fine. She hid it from him for her own safety.

Well now Bellamy's going to make sure she's safe.

He stormed out of the dropship and over to where Seth was tied up. He just came conscious.

Good, Bellamy thought to himself, now he can hear what I'm about to say to him.

"Seth, you are a worthless piece of shit!" Bellamy yelled and threw another punch.

"You don't deserve to live!" He threw another.

"That's why, I'm banishing you." He threw the last one.

"We're gonna drop you off near where the grounders live and then I hope the grounders kill you." Bellamy walked over to the guns and picked one up.

He ordered a few delinquents to do the same and they headed out the gate with a barely conscious Seth being dragged along.

Few hours have passed and the cuts have been sterilized and stitched up. Y/n was awake and was talking to Octavia.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Octavia asked putting her hand on Y/n's.

"I wanted to but, I don't know why I couldn't." Y/n sighed sadly.

"But it's over now, now you don't have to worry about Seth anymore." Octavia said and it caused Y/n to smile.

"Thank you," She said. "You should thank Bellamy. He nearly killed the guy himself, but he banished him instead." Octavia said and Y/n nodded.

"Y/n," Clarke said coming into the tent, "How you feeling?"

"I feel fine, thanks doc." Y/n smiled.

"Clarke!" A voice they all know well, boomed through the camp.

"I better go," Clarke laughed.

"Yeah me too, he's gonna wanna talk to you alone." Octavia said and stood up. She kissed you on the cheek before walking out along with Clarke.

Y/n sat there only for a few seconds before the tent flaps fly open and Bellamy Blake comes bursting in.

"Are you okay? Is anything bleeding?" Bellamy kept rambling on and on and Y/n chuckled and it caused him to stop.

"Bell, I'm fine. I'm all bandaged up." She said with a smile.

Bellamy walked over and sat on the bed and took her hand in his.

"I was so scared that something will happen to you while I'm not there." Bellamy said and a few tears rolled down his cheeks.

Y/n sat up and placed both hands on his cheeks. "Bell, look at me," She said but he still didn't look her, "look at me." She said more sternly and this time he looked up.

"I'm fine, you saved me. I'm with you now and everything will be better." Y/n said and pulled him closer so that their foreheads were resting against each other.

"I love you Y/n," Bellamy paused, "I'm in love with you."

Y/n's heart skipped a beat and a big smile spread across her lips.

"I'm in love with you too." As soon as those words left her mouth. Bellamy placed his hands behind her head and pulled her closer smashing their lips together.

Y/n immediately kissed back and wrapped her arms around his neck and his arms went down to her waist.

They pulled away and rested their foreheads against one another once again.

Bellamy looked deeply into her eyes and said, "From now on I'll protect you. I'm here for you."

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

BIRTHDAY SURPRISE

@ziasaph

Prompt: When Roman finds an note with an address from Y/N he will find himself with a “new woman” for his birthday night

Word count: Long-ish

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut(implied),roleplay,sexual fantasy.

Notes: So this is my first POV fanfic(please let me know if I did a good job?) I was listening to one of my favorite big band bands (Devil Doll) and got inspired for this story. Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

Y/N’s POV

“What if he doesn’t like it?”

“Y/N,for the 6th time.... RELAX woman! You look like a bombshell, like a living breathing wet dream. I bet with you, he’s gonna get so turned on that he’s not going to even be able to wait ‘til you two get home!”

I couldn’t help but laugh at Cecile’s comment while she helped me finish my hair.

“I just hope you’re right Cece...the last thing that I want is to make a total fool out of myself...”

“And that will NOT happen Y/N.. I mean look at you! You’re every men’s wet dirty dream brought to life!Even I’m getting a boner, and I don’t even have a dick!”

We both laughed “Seriously,you look amazing,he’s not gonna be able to believe that this” She points at my figure up and down “Is all his” She winked at me through the mirror.

“Thank you for helping me with all this Cece”

“You’re welcome love!You know I’ll do anything for you...Now you just wait here, I’m gonna get your shoes really quick.”

Once I was left alone inside the little vintage dress room I admired my figure on the big mirror. My hair was perfectly done in beautiful vintage hairstyle,with soft brushed curls,that made my hair look shorter than it was,leaving my neck and collarbone at exposure. My makeup consisted in soft foxy eyes and a deep red lip. My lingerie was hand picked to flatter not only the complexion of my skin but also my body curves. The nude silk stockings gave to my legs a beautiful sheer glow,the midnight blue set (panties,bra and garter belt) were beautifully detailed with black lace.The bra size complemented my breasts perfectly,neither adding or retrieving volume but highlighting they’re natural size and shape.The panties molded my hips and ass fitting every curve like a glove.The garter belt was marking my waist at a very feminine sensual way,everything was paired up with a thin black silk cover-up and a black tule Louboutin scarpin.

I was beginning to feel confident,until Cecile entered the dressing room and said

“Y/N, he’s here!” With an excited smile on her face.

“Oh my God...Cece, I don’t wanna do this anymore.”

“Oh shut up!Here put your shoes and your cover-up on” I reluctantly did

“Now the last and most important detail” She said “Perfume!” And sprayed on the very expensive luxurious scent all over my body.

“I’m so proud of my creation!” She sighed and I laughed as she looked me up and down. “Now you go out there and get him tigress” She devilishly smiles

Roman’s POV

I arrived at the address Y/N left on her note with a curious look on my face. The place was elegant and looked like something retrieved from a 40’s Parisian movie. ‘Le Noir’ was written with classy black cursive letters that were placed upon a blood red background.

*Why would she bring me here?* was the only thing roaming my mind. I approached the door,that was soon opened by a short blond girl with a very thick French accent.

“Bonsoir,Mr.Reigns. Please come in.”

The place was lit only in dim lights,but I could tell that everything here was not only extremely elegant but also decorated to give an erotic forbidden feel to it.Like you know you’re not supposed to be there.

“Je m’appelle Cecile” She offered me a hand shake.

“I’m Roman”

“Oh, I’m aware of who you are Monsieur Reigns...”

“And what do you mean by that?” I asked with a curious voice

“Excusez-moi. I’ll be right back. Please make yourself comfortable”

She vanished through the red curtains before I could ask anything else.

There was only one chair in front of the stage,so I placed myself on it. As the minutes passed by I started to grow more and more nervous so I took my phone out of my jeans back pocket so I could text Y/N when suddenly everything went dark.

*What the fuck? Oh great! The power had t-* my thoughts were cut off by a low sensual big band tune and the sound of heels approaching the stage.

Y/N’s POV

The music started and that was my lead, I slowly made my way towards the stage,and the lights were slowly turning up. *Oh God, I really hope I don’t fuck this up!* I thought as I were slowly beginning to see that beautiful face of his.

Roman’s POV

The heels stopped and the lights were slowly turning up. I saw a woman at the center stage and I could smell her perfume from were I was sitted, it was a very sensual, erotic scent that I could tell was very expensive. Nothing sweet innocent smelling..but sexy,flirtatious and dangerous. As my eyes were getting used to the new lighting, I could see her features slowly revealing itself to me.

High heels,silk nude stockings that made her legs look pleasantly touchable,midnight blue panties that hugged her hips in a very malicious way, the garter belt accentuated her waist making a sinful contrast with her round delicious hips, her bra seemed to be designed to make a man go insane...perfect fit,nothing was adding nor taking volume or shape,but it was flattering her natural features in such a dreamy perfection.

I love Y/N, she’s the best thing that ever happened to me! But a man has eyes you know?! So I’m not gonna lie that,that vision gave me a semi-hard bulge. *Maybe I could ask that girl Cecile where they bought these things so I can buy one to Y/N..* I was lost in thoughts when my gaze stopped at her face,my jaw dropped and I swear to you, I could’ve died just then. I’ve never had in my life, such a rock hard fast boner as the one I was having right now.

“Fuck me!” I whispered

Y/N POV

*Oh fuck I knew it! I knew this was a bad idea! I’m gonna kill Cecile!* Was the only thing I could think of as he was seated there speechless just staring at my face. But since I was already there I figured I should just continue with this stupid roleplay.

I made my way down the stage and approached his chair. I stopped in front of him and said

“Good evening Mr. Reigns. Miss Cecile asked me to be your companion for the night. My name is Sapphire.” And I extended my hand to give him a light hand shake..but what I didn’t expect was for him to pull me towards his lap, so I could sit right on his rock hard bulge.

Roman’s POV

Y/N was a gorgeous breath taking woman, she always was. But the way she was dressed right now and the way she was “Sapphire” for tonight...she has officially ruined me for any other women! She looked like a fucking walking sin,one I was happy to commit! Everything about her made me crazy with primal need,her scent,her hairstyle perfectly leaving her neck at exposure, her makeup, those deep red lips that I couldn’t wait to see around my cock, her lingerie set, her stockings, the devilish high heels. Everything was planned to make me painfully hard(and it did). That’s why when I saw the look of doubt on her face due to my lack of words (How can you blame me? All of the blood of my body went straight to my cock once I saw her!) The only thing I could do was pull her to my lap, so she could FEEL what she had done to me,and the surprised look she gave me was suddenly replaced with relief and need.

“And what am I aloud to do with you as my companion?” My voice was as raspy as it could ever be

“Anything you want Sir...as long as you pay.” She spoke with a low sexy voice

“What if I want to fuck the life out of you,all night long?” I asked as I roamed my hand through one of her thighs and fuck the stockings felt better than I have thought.

“As long as you pay, I’m yours to do whatever you want Sir” She whispered in my ear “Happy birthday Mr.Reigns”

“Oh baby girl,happy indeed..” I replied as I picked her up in my arms and rushed to the car.

Fuck that woman is the best birthday present I’ll ever have!

[deathgasm00]

Then, so be it. - Izuku Midoriya

Izuku Midoriya x Fem!reader

Warnings: Suggestive themes

Word Count: 3811

A/N: This is my first drabble thing, so i apologize in advance if it’s terrible 😅 I can only get better with practice right? I’m also interested in doing a part two if this gets any attention!

It is a reader x Izuku but i don’t like Y/N so i will name the character.

Mizu Iyashi

Quirk: Hydrokinesis. The ability to control, manipulate and alter the molecular state of water, freeze water, or evaporate water into clouds of mist, steam or fog. Also able to heal wounds using water.

~

“Okay! How do I look?” Uraraka asks, tugging her pink shirt down a bit to accentuate her...assets.

You examine her from your seat on her bed, a twizzler hanging from your mouth. Tonight was movie night in the common area, more specifically, the last movie night of class 3-a. Three tough, long years have gone by and you loathed not having everyone around anymore, as being with them has become second nature to you.

“Spanks?” You question her outfit of choice, pointing your twizzler at her pale buttcheeks poking out from under the skin tight shorts.

“Yes, why? What’s wrong with it?” She asks you with worry laced in her tone, her hands touching the exposed parts, turning to look in the full length mirror.

“Nothing. It’s just more showy than anything you’ve worn before, I bet he’ll do the thing where he gets all red in the face and stiffens up. But you have to hold his arm. Put it between ya tiddies.” You laugh into your hand at the thought.

“I hope so! I’ll be offended if he doesn’t. I’m gonna go plus ultra tonight!” She grins, puffing her chest out in the mirror.

“Alright love birds, movie is about to start!”

You look at the doorway to see Mina peeking into the room with a smile on her face.

Everybody would be lying if they said they weren’t sad that this is the last movie night. You all had grown so close together, became a family. Sure, it’s not the last time you’re going to see each other, but it’s most likely the last time everyone will be in the same room. Hero work is busy work.

“Alright, we’ll be down in a sec.” Uraraka chirps while sliding on her socks.

“Are you going to make a move tonight?” Mina whispers excitedly, shuffling into the room with her hands clasped in front of her.

You slightly frown to yourself, looking to Uraraka for her response even though you already know what the answer is. But a girl can dream sometimes, right?

“I plan to. If everything goes good!” She giggles, grabbing onto Mina’s hands while bouncing in her spot.

You loved Uraraka. She was your best friend. The first friend you ever made at UA, so of course you wish her nothing but absolute happiness. And if her happiness was Izuku Midoriya, then so be it. But you can’t help but let the thought of them together tug at your heart strings.

You felt a spark with Midoriya the moment you first healed his fingers the best you could, after his fight with Todoroki during the Sports Festival. The way he stared at the glowing water in wonder, then stared into your eyes and told you how grateful he was and how amazing your quirk is. It almost made your heart explode, never having anyone be so sweet to you like that before.

But you know Uraraka felt something for him the moment he saved her life during the entrance exams. And she saved his life in return, albeit smacking him across the face, but you gotta do what you gotta do.

“Alright Iyashi, are you ready?” Mina turns to look at you as you stand up, adjusting your leggings further down your ankles.

“Yup.” You smile and loop your arms in theirs, walking down the hall side by side. “What about you, Mina? Are you going to make a move on Kirishima?” You tease her, leaning your head onto her shoulder.

She huffs and shakes you off her shoulder, her pink skin darkening at your question.

“No! i-i mean...i don’t know?” She sighs “i think so. I don’t want to miss the opportunity and regret it.”

You nod at her answer, understanding completely. Missing your opportunity is one of the worst feelings, and you would know considering you’ve been missing opportunities for three years.

“I know you can do it. He obviously likes you, so. Nothing to lose at this point…” you grumble while stepping into the elevator and pressing the first floor button.

“Iyashi, is there something you want to tell us? You know what’s weird, every girls night we have ever had, you’ve never admitted to crushing on anyone.” Mina points out, looking at you smugly.

“Are you asexual?”

“Maybe.” You shrug at her with a blank expression, biting back the smile threatening to take over your lips.

“Are you serious?” Uraraka touches your shoulder, her eyebrows furrowing, upset that you may have been hiding your sexuality from her this entire time.

You’ve been attracted to others besides Midoriya, but they never seemed to last. Todoroki for example. You were gonna shoot your shot with him but he was too oblivious to notice your advances. So you gave up.

Smiling, you shake your head, putting your hand on Ochaco’s. “No, i’m not serious. I did try to get Todoroki’s attention a few months ago, but he didn’t notice.”

“He’s so clueless it’s embarrassing.” Mina says, rubbing her forehead in thought. “You should try again tonight. I mean look at you, in your little tank top and leggings, are you even wearing a bra?” She squints her eyes at your boobs.

“No, I hate bras. And honestly I’m not that into him anymore. We’re better off as friends.”

“What about Bakugo? He’s easy on the eyes.” Ochaco says with a laugh, the elevator doors opening to reveal the man in question.

“Took you extras long enough. Hurry the hell up already!” He shouts, his signature scowl on his face. You stick your tongue out at him, ready to push every single one of his buttons before tonight is over. “Shouldn’t you be babysitting Kaminari?” You tease him as you walk out of the elevator, preparing yourself for an explosive smack to the side of the head. “Tch...Idiot.” He mutters, a smirk on his lips as he walks away, Mina following behind him to get to Kirishima.

“No.” You respond to Uraraka. Trying to date Bakugo would be like trying to tame a wild rhino. Impossible and a waste of time. “He’s got a temper that’s only good in the bedroom.”

“Not wrong there.” She agrees, eyeing his retreating figure. “I always wondered what that would be like.” She admits to you with a small laugh, a blush dusting her cheeks from the confession.

“I feel like we all have.” You also eye his figure before smirking at Uraraka. “But at least he’s not nearly as angry as he used to be…” You point out, remembering how bad his temper was the first time you met him.

“Well hello ladies.”

You look to the side then down, searching for the voice. Mineta coming into your view as he leans against the wall, a smug look on his face. “Lucky I ran into you, I put on a special shirt today. Wanna know what it is?” He looks up at you and raises his eyebrows. “Boyfriend material.” He answers, not even giving you a chance to speak.

“Oh really? I thought it was a size T3 from Baby Gap.” You retort, popping the P.

“So mean!” He whines, gripping the shirt in his hands.

“There he is. Wish me luck!” Uraraka whispers and rushes past a snot nosed Mineta, making her way to Midoriya who was standing in the kitchen, having a conversation with Sero.

You lean against the wall beside the elevator and shoo Mineta away as you watch their interaction, watching as she grabs his arm and grins at the two boys.

“What are you doing?” A quiet voice mutters by your ear.

You glance behind you at the face hovering over your shoulder, also looking at Midoriya and Uraraka.

“Just lookin’ around...What’s up Iida?” You ask, looking back over to your two best friends. You frown at how red his face is from his arm being in between her breasts, jealousy wafting off of you.

I wonder how his arm would feel between my boobs...or lower.

Shaking your head as if it will make the dirty thoughts disappear, you turn to Iida who’s staring at you with curiosity.

“You like Midoriya, don’t you Iyashi?” He murmurs, a frown tugging at his lips at your messy predicament.

It doesn’t surprise you that he asked. What does surprise you is that he’s the only one that’s noticed. You’ve never been caught gazing at him during training, watching how strong and skilled he is and practically drooling over his muscles. Or how you’re the first person to run and help him during a battle, ready to heal his wounds and watch his back.

“I do. But i can’t.” You whisper, glancing at Uraraka. “She liked him first...It’ll just be easier to get over him once we graduate in a few days...” you explain, your heart dark and heavy at the thought of trying to get over him.

“I’m truly sorry, Iyashi. Why don’t you come sit down with us? Have an amazing time on our last movie night!” He beams, pushing his glasses up his nose.

You smile at him brightly, warmth blooming in your chest. “Of course.” you whisper, walking beside him to the vacant couch. “Time went by so fast, It’s hard to believe this is the last movie night.” You say, watching everyone grab their snack of choice and make way to the living area.

Flopping down on the couch, you hug a pillow to your chest and scoot over, making room for him. He sits beside you, a solem look on his face as he glances around at his classmates. “Perhaps we could plan a reunion of sorts further down the line. Maybe try to have one every couple years or so.” He suggests.

You nod your head in agreement, relief washing over you at the thought of reunions. “Great idea Iida! That would be amazing, we’ll have to bring the idea up to everyone.” You grin at him, squeezing the pillow tighter in excitement. You’ve always been a very sentimental person so the idea of having small get togethers every couple of years makes you jittery. Every so often is way better than never.

Soon enough everyone gathers around the TV, blankets and pillow forts all around, people stacked on top of others. Kaminari had squeezed himself between you and Tenya, forcing you to just throw your legs over the both of them. The movie menu sat on the screen but nobody moved to press play, chatter and laughter bouncing off the walls.

“I never did that! No I didn't! BAKUGO DID THAT!” Kirishima playfully defends himself, leaning forward and pointing at the stunned blond across from him. Laughter leaves your mouth making him chuck a pillow at your face.

“BECAUSE HE ANNOYED ME!” Bakugo shouts, a vein protruding out of his neck.

“You blasted him so hard his p-pants flew off!” You cry out, holding onto your stomach for dear life as you recall that day. Kaminari had pissed Bakugo off so badly by saying “get rekt” during training over and over, he eventually blasted his ass.

Kaminari blushes at the memory, moving around uncomfortably at the attention he’s receiving. “Come on, guys. It hurt…and Midnight saw my bare asscheeks...” he mutters in embarrassment, covering his red face.

“I need a picture of all of us. Everyone get closer!” Mina demands, setting her phone up in front of the TV and setting the timer to ten seconds. “TEN SECONDS! PLACES PEOPLE!” She shouts, running towards the couch and jumping on Kirishima’s lap, much to his surprise.

You quickly jump to your feet and run towards Uraraka and Midoriya on the floor, squeezing in between them you wrap your arms around their necks and shove their cheeks to yours, a giant grin on your face.

Her phone snaps the picture as the timer hits zero, a flash lighting up the room. You turn to look at Midoriya to make sure he smiled, your eyes meeting his. You gasp in surprise at the close proximity, close enough to see the freckles scattered across his cheeks and how his eyes always seem to glimmer even in the dimmest lighting. You blush deeply and jerk your face away from him, muttering a small apology while removing your arm from around his shoulders. “You two better have smiled.” You joke, shaking off the awkward moment and give Uraraka’s shoulder a playful squeeze.

Suddenly feeling a little too hot, you stand up and rub your chest to try and calm your rapid heartbeat. “I’m going to get a drink, does anybody want anything?” you ask, walking around the couch and set your hands on the back of it.

You hear a mixture of no and no thank you’s, and a small “you” from Mineta, which you ignore.

You walk to the fridge and open it, a smile on your face while you listen to the shouts and explosions going off, sounding like a normal night to you. You grab a bottle of water and shut the door with your hip before spinning around coming face to face with Midoriya.

You jerk back, slamming the back of your head against the fridge and grab it in pain. “You scared the fuck out of me!” You hiss out, repeatedly rubbing the aching spot for some sort of relief.

He grabs onto your shoulder and holds onto your hand that’s now stiff as a rock on the back of your head, goosebumps traveling all the way down your body.

“I’m sorry! I thought you heard me.” He exclaims, but his apologies fell on deaf ears, the only senses taking over being smell and touch. You’re still up against the cold fridge, eye level with his chest. You feel your heartbeat in your throat as you inhale his scent.

Cotton flowers and...bergamot.

You tilt your head back and lean it against the refrigerator, your hand fisting the bottom of your tank top that suddenly feels way too aggravating on your taut nipples which are centimeters away from his rib cage. You slowly open your eyes to meet his beautiful green ones, tears threatening to fall from the frustrating desire flooding your system.

“Did it hurt that bad?” He asks quietly, smoothing your hair on the back of your head in a comforting way, but he doesn’t realize he’s just making it worse.

Tears slide down your cheeks in frustration at your own weakness. You’d do anything to be able to press your lips to his. To run your hands through his soft tresses of hair. At least you think it’s soft…

It looks so soft.

“Yeah, it hurts. It really hurts. I’m sorry but i think i need to go lay down.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, cracking in some spots. He frowns deeply at you, feeling at fault for your pain.

“Let me walk you to your room.” He insists, gently tugging you away from the fridge but you place your shaky hands against his chest and lightly push him back. You can’t allow him to walk you to your room. It’s taking everything in you right now to not cuddle and ride him at the same damn time.

“No. Midoriya...enjoy the movie night please, i’ll be fine. Thank you though.” You say a little stronger this time, ignoring the way his saddened eyes looked you over. You walk past him and towards the elevator, stepping into it once the metal doors open. You click the second floor button before facing the wall and lean your forehead against it, gripping tightly onto the metal bar at your hips.

Finally letting the tears and sobs flow freely once you hear the door close, shutting away your friends laughter. You mentally curse yourself at how weak you’re being. One encounter with him basically had you on your knees. Pathetic.

“I’m so fucking stupid.” You whisper.

“You’re not stupid Iyashi.”

You freeze in your spot. Of fucking course he would follow you, what else would Izuku Midoriya do?

“What are you doing here Midoriya? I told you i’m fine.” Your voice is hoarse yet steady. You can’t slip up now, not after three years of trying not to. 

“You’re not fine. It’s not your head either Iyashi, now tell me the truth, what is wrong? You’ve been acting funny for the past couple months, did I do something to upset you?” He steps forward and places a hand on your shoulder to turn you around, his heart breaking at the sight of your tear stained face. How broken your eyes look.

“...You did nothing wrong but that’s all i’m going to say. You shouldn’t even be here you should be down there with Ura-“

“Is that what’s making you upset? Uraraka?”

You close your mouth in surprise, averting your eyes to your socks. What are you supposed to say? You can’t lie to him, he knows you too well.

“It is. Why?” He says it more like a demand, your eyes snapping up to his in shock at his change of tone. He takes a step towards you and grabs your shoulder before squeezing it. “Iyashi... Please tell me.” He pleads. His eyes look just as desperate as yours, just as desperate to hear the answer as you are to say it. To finally get it off your chest.

“Midoriya I-“ You take a deep breath before slowly releasing it, your body trembling. You feel like you’re betraying Uraraka by muttering these words. Nothing can go back to normal after you say them... “I’m in love with you. Izuku Midoriya.” You choke out, your blood running cold but your body felt like you just ran through the flames of hell.

His eyes widened in disbelief and confusion, struggling to swallow the lump in his throat. “Wait...Wha-“

“This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you! I knew you’d never feel the same. So I stepped back and cheered on Uraraka to go for it...for years I did! But I...I can't anymore Midoriya, it hurts so bad…” You sob, biting the back of your hand to try and silence the pitiful sounds. “To love you, and watch her make constant moves on you, to listen to her say things about you that I could only dream of saying out loud. It kills.”

His eyes fill with tears at the sight. He had never seen you look so broken and it made his heart ache. The need to hold you in his arms grew with every tear that fell down your cheeks and every sob that echoed in his ears.

The elevator doors open and you quickly walk out of them, hastily wiping away your tears, hearing his footsteps follow behind you. You shakily open the door to your dorm room, stopping by the balcony window to stare outside. You wait for him to enter, knowing he’s not going to drop this anytime soon, but terrified to hear what he has to say.

You hear the door click closed and the shuffle of feet getting closer to you. You take a deep breath before speaking up, ready to tell him everything.

“I never told you, because Uraraka, Yes. But also because you work so hard. You’re always occupied with becoming the number one hero, I never want to get in the way of that. You wouldn’t have time for me.”

“How could you possibly know that? Why would you just assume that, Iyashi?” He asks, grabbing your hand gently as if he’s afraid he’ll break it. Caught off guard by his bold move, you turn to him. He’s angry. That much is obvious. His eyebrows scrunch at your silence, reaching forward he grabs your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“Answer me.”

“i don’t know Midoriya.” You pout in frustration, knowing you shouldn’t allow him to touch you, but you can’t seem to shake him away. You’re just craving more. “I just do, okay? Am i wrong?”

“You are…-“ He leans his face down to yours, the tip of his nose brushing against yours. “Absolutely infuriating.” He mumbles, his voice low and dangerous as he stares deeply into your eyes, a deep blush across his nose and cheeks at how confident he’s being.

You tremble under his gaze, feeling so open and exposed without having to take a single piece of clothing off. You raise your shaky hands to his chest and fist his shirt, your lips parting in a silent plea to be met with his own.

You stand on your toes and try to lean towards him, tired of waiting for something you’ve wanted for so long. “Please Zuku…” you whimper softly. 

He tilts his head back slightly in surprise at the nickname, his eyes softening as he admires your beautiful features, your half lidded eyes staring into his own with matching desire but also matching fear. This is so new to the both of you, and deep down you’re still thinking about hurting Uraraka. Neither one of you wanted to hurt her, but you can only ignore your true feelings for so long. And if he didn’t have feelings for her, why push him in that direction?

He grabs your face in his shaky hands, goosebumps igniting along his skin when you grip onto his back in an attempt to bring him closer to you.

“For years we both have done the opposite of what we want, just to please everyone else. Just so we don’t hurt anyone else. But we’ve been hurting ourselves the entire time…” He says quietly, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. “You think I didn’t notice you always staring at me? The way you’d always run to fight by my side before anyone else? Or how your hands always got to my wounds before I even noticed they were there? I’ve always noticed you...you’re the only one I’ve ever noticed.” He admits, his eyes searching your face for any signs of anger for him not saying anything sooner.

“I just didn’t want to say anything...I was scared I might’ve been wrong, but now I’m starting to regret not speaking up when i should have.” He adds, a coy look on his face as he averts his eyes from yours, his confidents slowly fading every second you stare at him.

You blush deeply as he spills all the things you thought nobody noticed and at his confession of you being the only one he’s ever noticed. But of course he would notice. He’s the most observant person you have ever met. “I was hoping you hadn’t noticed. I figured you wouldn’t or maybe just think I was being a good friend...” You let out a small laugh, your hands absentmindedly rubbing circles on his back.

He smiles softly at you, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. “Why wouldn’t i notice a beautiful woman giving me special attention?” His voice is shaky. He’s nervous, yet so excited to hold you like this. To have you want him as much as he wants you.

Your breath catches in your throat at his words, tears filling your eyes again. You can’t believe he knew everything. You can’t believe he thinks you’re beautiful or that he likes you too. You feel like you’re floating on cloud nine as the wall that you built to keep your feelings for him held inside crumble down around you. With just one touch, he destroyed years of hard work. Maybe you could have him…maybe Ochaco would understand. You’ve understood and kept your distance for years. You always put her first. Why can’t you come first?

“You’re right. I want to put myself first for once. I want you, Zuku.” You say gently, pressing your body closer to his. The feeling of his chiseled body pressed against yours was pure heaven, molding together in a perfect fit. But it still doesn’t feel close enough.

He sets his forehead against yours and gazes into your eyes as he gives you a small nod of confirmation, slowly pulling your face closer to his.

“Then just for once...let’s be a little selfish.” He whispers, the feeling of his breath across your heated cheeks making butterflies erupt throughout your stomach. He runs his hands into your hair, fisting it softly as he leans down to your height and lightly brushes his lips against yours. He smiles softly against your mouth before fully pressing his lips to your eager ones.

You sigh into the kiss, the tears that had built up rolling down your cheeks as you close your eyes and pull him closer to you. Your lips move together in a sensual dance, the taste of salty popcorn salivating across your tongue as he gently strokes his tongue against yours. The softness of his lips mixed with the eagerness of his kiss makes you dizzy with lust and deaf to the sound of desperate knocks on your door.

For once it’s just you two together, in your own little bubble. For once you feel absolute happiness...and if your happiness is Izuku Midoriya.

Then, so be it.

[sugarfreecapsicle]

forget

This is 18+ content. Do not read further if you are under the age of 18.

this is my first Steve drabble, so be gentle. from this prompt list as requested by my dear @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan ❤️ 

warnings: obviously, smut smut SMUT ahead

The elevator bell chimed brightly as if to taunt your soured mood. A woman should be able to sit at a bar and have a few drinks without the necessity of dealing with assholes. Exasperation shifts into more neutral territory when you’re met with the bearded neighbor who lives across the hall.

“Steve, hi,” you begin, fussing with the strap of your purse hanging from your shoulder as you walk in. He greets you quietly and selects the fourth floor, hips propping his sculpted form against the metal wall.

“You’re home early,” he starts, ready to amend the statement until you hold a hand up.

“No offense taken, you’re entirely right,” a laugh, sardonic and cynical, scoffs from your lips that Steve is in no way staring at while licking his own. You blink and re-calibrate. “I...it’s kind of a long story.”

“Well, I don’t have plans.” The answer is too quick, but the pink flush to his cheeks makes it worthwhile. “If you want to stop by, that is. I have ice cream and free alcohol.”

“You don’t have to bribe me to come over, Steve,” you smile widely for the first time that day, you realize a little belatedly when he mirrors it. He’s dazzling, something cut out of a romance novel cover or maybe a curated-to-you escort service. Steve’s keys in his lock drag you from your salacious thoughts of friendly, a little reserved Steve in less reserved circumstances.

Unsurprisingly his apartment seems so distinctly his - dark colors, mostly dark blues and dark wood, as much natural lighting available as possible through windows when the warm light from lamps isn’t necessary. Neat and tidy but lived in, a few spare dishes peek over the sink. He’s at the fridge, leaning over and you swallow hard.

“You alright?” he asks on his ascent, holding two unopened bottles of beer and shuts the door. You nod and tuck some hair behind your ear. “So...what happened tonight?”

He’s next to you on his well-loved couch, smelling of cedar and something warm, and you can’t stop your tale from leaving your lips. After a difficult day at work, you’d decided the best pick me up available financially involved a little dive bar a few blocks from your complex (Steve knew the place - Sam had often met his colleagues there after tough days). You were mostly done with your first Jack and Coke when a man around your age in appearance sidled next to you and asked to buy you another round. You’d been trying to get back into the dating scene after your last relationship ended, so maybe your day really was turning around with a prospective date or at a minimum hookup approached you. The two of you chatted and flirted about nothing in particular, and when you finished your free round he started picking up his jacket and keys. More bitter laughs force themselves out as you continue.

“He just wanted to see if he could, and I quote: ‘pick up a fat chick’. He’s gonna make some girl really happy someday obviously,” you sip the beer without really tasting anything other than liquid. Steve is staring intently at you, jaw set and eyes fixated on your face. “Steve?”

“He’s an asshole,” he seethes, fist clenched where his arm rested on the couch behind you. When had he moved so close? “No wonder you didn’t stay.”

“I figured I’d better cut my losses and just call it an early night, maybe half watch something on Netflix,” you reply with a shrug and a final sip of beer before the bottle is empty. You set it on his coffee table (no coasters - a sure sign of a single guy) and moved to relax into his sofa when his hand catches your jaw gently.

His eyes are so blue, but you can hardly tell past his blown-out dark pupils. His cologne mixes with minty toothpaste that teases your lips.

“I think I have an alternative to cutting your losses,” he offers, low and just the right amount of thrilling that your thighs press together. “Just tell me to stop.”

Overwhelmed with his nearness, your eyes flutter as they roam to note the fading freckles and long eyelashes of his. “Can’t stop if you haven’t started.”

Steve growls, loud and primal, diving into a searing kiss that coaxes the gentle moan from the back of your throat. His hand holds the nape of your neck, fingers threading through your hair as the kiss deepens, groans and gasps mixing together in a frantic dance. With ease, Steve wraps his free arm around you and guides you to straddle him, forearm pressing your hips to grind deliciously onto him, and he can’t fight the rumble in his chest that breaks your kiss, his head tossed back, eyes closed.

You’re dazed, lost in a fog of him, electricity firing at every point of contact between you. His hand, calloused but pliable to your command, brings your focus back to his face.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.”

You’re both breathing hard, your eyes searching him for any kind of fallacy or doubt and nod when you find none at all. “Okay.”

He’s instantly reattached to you, large hands pushing your shirt over your head and lips using the barrier to wander to your neck and chest, nipping to temporarily mark your skin with him. Rather than immediately remove your bra, he’s gathered you so close he can nuzzle in, work his face where he has to kiss you, has to please you. The prickly facial hair intensifies his earnest work, distinct against the smooth bite of his teeth. You’re a quivering mess, tugging at his shoulders in feeble attempt to have more of this man you’ve fantasized about for so long, skin to skin after a year of casual flirting, friendly rapport, underlying want.

Your bra is off, but he doesn’t slow at all - he lets out a shuddering moan, hands trace from your hips over your waist to rest below your breasts. Steve’s admiring you hungrily, like your exposed skin is a painting in a museum and he can’t look away. Once rushed becomes tender, soft, if only for a moment long enough for your eyes to meet again.

“I’ve wanted this for so long.” His voice is rough and part of you wonders if maybe he sounds the same first thing in the morning. “Wanted you for so long. I should’ve -”

“And you are now,” you interrupt, hand tugging at the white cotton shirt. “Please, for the love of God, take your clothes off.”

Steve laughs and lets you help him with the shirt, tossing it to the side to be forgotten for tomorrow. His hands grip your ass as he stands, your arms flying around his neck in surprise as he carries you from his living area to a bedroom, and you feel your core pulse at the slight friction between you and his noticeable bulge as he walks.

You land on navy sheets, your jeans at your knees seemingly in one hasty motion. His chest is bare now, swollen with firm muscle that trims down to a narrow waist with the smallest tuft of hair leading below his pants. His arms flex as they work your jeans the rest of the way down and off, and Steve crawls over you, peppering kisses from your forehead down between your breasts, over the stomach you hated some days for being too soft and to your thighs. The hands you’d dreamed of ease your legs open, and you let your head rest against his pillow when you realize his mission.

Your underwear is gone, cool air rushing against your heated skin mere seconds before Steve’s lips are so close but not where you need him to be. The smug grin against you alerts you that he absolutely knows what he’s doing.

“Need your permission,” he cooed with a bite to your inner thigh. “Wanna hear you say it.”

“Please.” Barely above a whisper, thighs trembling. “Please, Steve.”

Fingers push against the bones of your hips, surging you forward to meet his eager mouth and tongue that work over your folds. God you want to watch but the angle is all wrong and the bursts of color won’t dissipate from your vision under his greedy mapping of you. He’s moaning into you, tongue everywhere, thick and as powerful as his lips. You’re already close, closer than you’d been in months at the hands of another, and pleas spill from you like water from a fountain as the ascent into your orgasm rattles through your body. Your hands are deep in his hair, tugging and needy, when he lets his tongue flex against your walls and sucks fervently until you’re writing beneath him. When you’re sated, he bites at your inner thighs again as he inches up to your face again.

“You’re killin’ me, sugar,” he grates out, scent and taste of you all over his beard and mustache. “So good, and all for me.”

A foil packet is opened and contents rolled over his length before he’s hovering over you again, a broad hand spanning one thigh while the other aligns his cock at your entrance. Steve’s eyes don’t leave yours when he slides inside, blinking rapidly at the new sensation of you surrounding him. He stops, letting you adjust when he feels you tense, petting the sides of your face and whispering encouragement all the while.

“Look at me, darlin’, look at me,” he urges quietly and brushes his nose with yours when you wrench your eyes open. “You alright?”

You nod and lift your hips in request for more. “Please, Steve.”

He’s all too elated to give you exactly what you want and moves fully inside you, groaning when you pulse, warm and perfect. Steve halts again, not in accordance with your body’s reaction. A whine follows, then a heaved chuckle.

“Darlin’, I need a minute,” he answers with a kiss to your clavicle. “You’re...it’s been a long time for me.” There’s an impish gleam in his eyes as he roams over your face cradled by his arms. In his eyes, you’re an angel like this - flushed with color, lusty, wholly his in the moment.

He twitches in you, and you wrap your legs around his narrow hips. “Please don’t make me beg again, Steve, please.”

He drags himself out almost entirely, slowly, making sure you feel every inch of him, and then, “But you sound so pretty.”

You’re arching, a loud cry erupting from you when he sheathes himself in one swift motion again, finding a steady rhythm that has bigger, brighter colors dancing in your vision than before. The frantic catch and release of lips reprises, hands claw pink tracks into skin, moans echo out in blissful harmony. His beautiful, sinful mouth is at your neck then your shoulder and bites, and it’s all you need to go still beneath him, squeezing and fluttering and tempting his own stuttering hips into euphoria. He halts, fingernails pressing deep into your left thigh where small pink crescents remain when the pads of his fingers smooth over your skin. Languid kisses work from shoulder to lips again, both smiling into giggly affection.

“So,” Steve starts, eyes drifting from your breasts flush against him to your eyes, “did you forget about your bad day?”