#a little difficult to allow yourself to be. but to me even that friction of like 'idk if i can do this' is itself a challenge.

[starryjake]

teddy bear pajamas pt. 2 | l.h

read part 1 here!

pairing: heeseung x fem!reader

warnings: unprotected sex, nipple play, dirty talk. (lmk if i missed anything).

it was like he was able to read your mind. that, or he was just as turned on as you were and needed more. either way, you wanted to give everything to him. whatever he wanted to do with you, you’d allow. that was how badly you needed him.

you climbed into heeseung’s lap, his bare cock rubbing against the fabric of your pajama pants. he shuddered at the sensation, still sensitive from his previous orgasm only minutes ago.

he grabbed your bare waist, sliding his large hands up and down your overheated skin. you tossed your head back in pleasure and suddenly felt the sensation of his lips wrapping around one of your nipples while his finger rubbed the other one.

you moaned loudly, too far gone to care about the potential of waking up your brother and his friends in the other room. to be touched by heeseung felt too good, you couldn’t hold back no matter how hard you tried.

you began grinding your still clothed pussy against his cock, needing friction and needing it immediately. heeseung basically growled, tugging at the waistband of your pants, hinting at you to take them off.

momentarily, you crawled off of his lap to slide the teddy bear printed pants off your legs.

heeseung chuckled, saying, “you’re so fucking cute in those pants. i just need them off, baby.”

blushing, you dropped the pants to the floor and crawled back into his lap, both of you entirely bare now. he leaned in and licked a stripe up your neck, moaning at the taste of your skin.

“need you,” you whispered, so softly that he wasn’t sure if he heard you correctly.

“what’s that, baby?” he asked in a sweet tone. “you need me? need my cock in your pretty little hole?”

you convulsed in embarrassment and desire. your stomach tightened with arousal and you squeezed his hand, pouting slightly.

“mhm,” you hummed, looking down at where his cock was pressed against your pussy, but not inside.

“you shy little thing,” he whispered, caressing your cheek. “go ahead and put in, sweet girl. nothing’s stopping you.”

you looked at his face with wide eyes. he was so relaxed and calm, while you were freaking out internally because you’ve wanted him so badly for so long, and now you were getting it.

“me?” you choked out.

“aw,” he cooed, grinning at your shock and embarrassment. “do you need some help? here, sit up for me real quick.”

you complied, sitting yourself up on your knees so you were just hovering over him. he grasped his cock and lined it up with your quivering hole.

“ready?” he asked gently, his eyes filled with stars as he looked at you.

“please,” you begged.

you felt the swollen tip of his cock pry at your entrance before breaking the barrier and slipping inside. it wasn’t difficult with how wet you were, with how prepared your body was to have him inside of you.

he gripped your hips and helped you slowly lower back down until your pelvises were pressed together and he was completely buried inside of you.

for a moment, the two of you sat still, your bodies intertwined. he comfortingly rubbed your sides and your arms, looking up at you to make sure you were alright. it felt good even without moving, just to have his cock sitting inside of you.

but then he started kissing and nibbling along your neck and your chest and you just had to move. you slowly raised yourself up, feeling every detail of his long cock as your pussy glided up and down on it.

“fuck,” he moaned, watching you slowly adjust to his length. “so pretty like this.”

you whimpered, grinding back and forth with him inside you. your pace started slow, but then heeseung began raising his hips up, thrusting into you.

the feeling was unlike any other sex you had before. you weren’t incredibly experienced by any means, but it had never felt this good before. the mixture of the sounds heeseung was making, the way his hips fluidly glided up into you, his hands on your body, all of it was making for the most insane sexual experience of your life. you felt euphoric, and he could see it from the way your eyes were rolling back into your head and the fucked out sounds you were making.

“hee,” you cried out, forcing your eyes open to look at him beneath you. “it feels so f-fucking good.”

you planted your hands on his abdomen for leverage, starting to bounce on his cock now instead of the gentler movements you’d been doing previously.

heeseung seemed to like this as he stared at your tits bouncing in his face. he couldn’t help from leaning forward and taking one in his mouth again, moaning around the erect bud.

you held the back of his head to your chest, clenching and unclenching around his dick. he groped your ass in his hands, guiding you up and down his length.

“fuck,” he moaned, switching to your other nipple as not to neglect it. “you’re perfect. my perfect baby.”

you dug your nails into his abdomen, leaning forward. you were staring to get tired and you gradually lowered yourself down until your chests were pressed together. you laid your head on his chest, your movements coming to a halt. he still slowly thrusted into you, too lost in the pleasure to realize you’d even stopped.

but then he felt your breath hitting his neck and he opened his eyes, realizing you’d stopped moving and were just laying on top of him.

“you okay?” he asked, pushing some hair out of your hair.

“yeah,” you answered, looking up at him with a tired smile.

“my baby,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “lay on your back for me.”

you did as you were told, pulling yourself off him and laying on your back. heeseung sat up on his knees and spread your legs, positioning himself between them. he wrapped your legs around his slender waist and guided his cock back inside of you.

you moaned out as you two were reconnected once again, this time in a different position. he pulled out almost all the way before stuffing his cock back inside, already starting out at a quick pace.

moans and the sounds of your skin slapping together filled the steamy room. heeseung fucked you into your mattress, slowly becoming drunker and drunker off your pussy and how delightfully tight it was squeezing him.

“mmm, oh my god,” he babbled. “your pussy is fucking amazing, baby, fuck. just wanna fuck you all the time. would my baby like that? want me to fuck her all the time?”

“please,” you sobbed, clenching harshly around him at the idea of getting to fuck him again. “please fuck me, oh my god. harder, hee, please!”

heeseung growled, gripping your waist for leverage as he thrusted even harder, slowly pushing you up your mattress.

you cried out, turning your head to the side. you were met with the view of your bedroom door where your brother could barge in at any second to find his best friend balls deep inside of you. it was wrong. you knew jay would be furious, but in that moment, you truly didn’t care.

“you’re so fucking wet,” heeseung grunted, pulling you back into reality.

you clenched around him again, suddenly feeling a turn in your stomach which told you that you were getting close.

you were so wet, your thighs were sticky. you were sure there was a puddle beneath you seeping into your mattress from all the arousal that had dripped out of you, that heeseung was fucking out of you.

you looked up at his face. his cheeks were red, his hair was sticking to his forehead from sweat, and his face was entirely concentrated on keeping his rhythm. he looked unbelievably good and you couldn’t believe you had him like this, that he was fucking you so good right now.

“‘m close, hee,” you warned.

“oh fuck, please,” he moaned. “cum around my cock, angel. wanna feel you cumming on me so bad.”

his words pushed you closer and closer. that along with heeseung’s steady thrusts hitting you in the perfect spot every time finally pushed you over the edge.

your body froze and you clenched around him harder than you had all night. you gasped, biting your lower lip as you finally released around him, you orgasm hitting you much harder than your previous one.

your legs shook around his waist and heeseung paused just to watch you. you looked so beautiful when you came, he couldn’t believe it. he also couldn’t believe that by just watching you cum, heeseung also suddenly felt the urge to cum.

“oh fuck,” he moaned. “i’m gonna cum, baby. tell me where you want me to cum.”

“my stomach,” you moaned out.

heeseung shoved his cock in and out of you a few more times before he pulled out and jerked himself to release all over your stomach, drenching you in white, gooey cum.

he hissed as his hand glided over his sensitive tip, pushing out rope after rope of his release. he came even more just seeing you covered in his own cum, seeing his friend’s innocent sister in such a state.

when he was finally finished, he collapsed beside you. all you two could do was lay there and catch your breath, comprehending everything that’d just happened.

what began as an innocent movie night in your bed had turned into something entirely different. you were glad with the outcome, but you were already growing nervous that he was regretting it.

he wasn’t saying anything which fueled your anxiety. you turned your head to the side, looking at him.

before you could speak, he said, “are you okay?”

“yeah,” you assured. “are you?”

your nerves were immediately relieved when he shoots you that signature heartwarming smile. he pulled you into his chest, kissing the top of your head.

“of course i am,” he said. “that was fucking—i don’t think there’s a word good enough to describe it.”

you smiled into his sweaty chest, inhaling his scent. your eyes fluttered shut and listening to the sound of his consistent heart beat, you knew you were on the verge of sleep.

before you let yourself rest, you muttered out, “please don’t go.”

heeseung squeezed your shoulder a bit and said, “i’m not going anywhere, baby.”

you smiled again, dazed, before finally falling asleep on him.

-

read part 3 here!

thanks for reading!

[sugurouge]

— i ache & yearn for rules to bend : umemiya hajime x f!reader

summary: relationships can be scary. sometimes it is much easier to keep someone at an arm's length and only accept as much as you see yourself deserving of. but with umemiya, he has so much love and warmth to give, it's impossible to keep it casual. won't you finally let him win you over?

wc: 1k

content warnings! smut, topics of emotional unavailability, some spit, praise, pet names like angel & princess, marking

Gentle kisses on your skin feel like a fire might spread from the inside out, filling you with desire and clouding your mind incomparable to past lovers. Your focus is solely on him: his lingering touches and soft scent. Hajime Umemiya is the most comforting person you have ever been with, and at this point, it is nearly impossible to deny your attraction to him.

But you don’t do relationships, do you?

“Let me take care of you,” Ume whispers into your skin, those gentle blue eyes shining even in the dimly lit room. “I’ll do anything for you,” he continues softly, before leaving another love bite on your soft skin. “Sounds good, angel?”

You bite into your lower lip, fighting to keep yourself from falling harder for him. It's a futile attempt once your eyes fall shut from pleasure and all those pretty sounds he steals from you tumble free. Your fingers card through familiar white strands, reaching out for some sort of support as you drown in him. “Go ahead…” It's difficult to sound unbothered when greedy lips ravage your body.

Hajime gazes at you with a hunger like he could devour you whole. Yet, the longer he adores your face, his hunger gradually mixes with love—and he's got so much love to give. He wants you, wants to love you, and wants you to allow him to. But how could you understand?

His long fingers trace over your chest, teasing your nipples slightly before following the line of your stomach, fingertips gently pushing your thighs apart. “You look so pretty like this,” he murmurs, leaning closer to brush his lips against your own.

You try to close the gap between your bodies, greedy to kiss him. Yet he is the one obliging your rules; no kissing, remember? Of course, he would never point out your little slip up. Instead, Hajime pulls back, busying his lips with kissing your jawline. He handles you with such care, every move of his nothing but gentle and soothing as he guides your thigh to hike it up and around his waist. It's impossible to stay unbothered when you feel his length push between your puffy lips, coating himself in your arousal, driving you crazy with desire upon the stimulation. His low groan coats your skin, a soft whisper of “God, how desperately I want to call you mine,” follows suit.

Your brows furrow as your hips instinctively seek friction. “Hajime,” nothing but a pretty whimper as you raise your hands to protect yourself from his loving gaze. “Please,” you beg ever so sweetly; it is rare for you to be this needy for him.

He’s halfway inside you as he halts his movements, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “Aww, sweetheart, don’t tell me you’re getting shy now?” he chuckles, before leaving more kisses on your hands that still cover your face. “Show me your pretty face. You’re so beautiful when I make you feel good.”

His smile is too kind, too warm, too sweet to not make your heart burst. And his cock fits so perfectly, stretching you the right way, stealing the prettiest moans from you.

Once he bottoms out, your hands find another on instinct, entwining your fingers and finally exposing your troubled face to him. Why would you hide from him? Do you think that would protect you from the feelings you’re trying to fight? Your eyes meet again the moment a particularly lovely sound escapes you, causing Ume to feel awfully proud of himself. “That’s better, keep your eyes on me, hm?” he whispers as his hips move perfectly against you.

Your free hand tangles in his locks, pulling his face closer to your own as your neediness outweighs any other feelings. Yes, succumb to him. Accept how hungry you are for him. Ume can feel how well your walls clench around him; how could he not reward you with his moans?

“Hajime—” you cry out, your legs pressing against his sides and your eyes filling with tears because of your repressed feelings for the man thrusting into you.

Your sobs and hiccups are so pretty, so addictive—he can’t help himself. The overwhelming urge to claim you grows with every tryst you two share. Umemiya lets go of your hand to tilt your chin up while supporting himself on the headboard. The sight of his well-defined body hovering above you is divine, allowing you to watch his hips thrusting against yours relentlessly. His usual calm demeanour is overshadowed by unusual need, causing him to gently press on your jaw to signal you to open your mouth.

You part your lips almost too willingly, your eyes unwavering from his ice-blue ones as his movements slow.

Umemiya pulls his cock back, only to push in deeper than before as he puckers his lips and lets a drop of his saliva land on your tongue. “You’re such a good girl for me…” he praises while watching his spit on your tongue, the pride in his voice unmistakable. Who would have ever thought you'd explore such dirty and claiming acts with your friend with benefits? If he has already broken one of your rules, why not go all out? So he kisses you, deeply. His tongue explores your mouth, brushing against your own and tasting you fully.

The realisation of his ‘claim’ sends shivers down your spine, making you arch your back further to feel all of him, to close the last inch of distance between your bodies as you return his kiss. Your hands wrap around his neck, tugging at his curls. “Wanna cum…” you murmur against his lips, your moans mingling in the small space between your mouths. “Make me cum, Haji… take care of me.”

Umemiya nudges the tip of his nose against yours, comforting your needy body while he picks up his pace. His hips bounce against yours, skin slapping against skin without fail while your pussy clamps around him.

“’M close,” you breathe out, only motivating him further to pleasure you. His fingers find your clit, and it’s almost embarrassing how little effort it takes Umemiya to push you over the edge.

Once his own climax washes over him, Umemiya collapses on top of you. Sweaty bodies become one as you’re held flush against him; you don’t even want him to pull out. Needy fingers hold onto his back and side as you look up at him through teary lashes.

He’ll stay if you tell him to. He’ll make you happier than anyone else ever could.

Umemiya kisses you again, this time tenderly. The kiss steals the breath from your lungs, leaving you vulnerable, needy for air as much as your heart yearns for him. He gently rests a hand on your cheek, his thumb brushing the soft skin. “You’ve never been loved, have you…” he murmurs, placing another kiss on your forehead. “I can tell…”

dividers by @/cafekitsune

[sscieloz]

All for me

CEO Im Nayeon x college student!reader

Synopsis: Nayeon is on a work trip and you miss her.

Warnings: nsfw, smut, phone sex ig

Word count: 2.8k

Notes: hummm I think there are some spelling mistakes… grammar ones too lowk... not proofread! ˆˆ

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“Who’s Jenjen?” Nayeon’s voice is full of disdain as she stares at you, her eyes narrowing dangerously.

“W-what?” you frown, taking your mouth out of her breast with a ‘pop’, truly confused about why she’d bring up your friend in the conversation while you’re like that: a mess of coated saliva and wheezy thoughts, buried in between her chest. “She’s my roommate. From the US, remember? But why—” The woman ignores your confused face, promptly picking up your vibrating phone from behind you. It was visible that your friend, Jennifer (or, well, Jenjen💞❤️😎💙 — as the girl had picked out her own contact name) was calling you. “—oh.”

Jen doesn’t call you often, so it’s strange that she did. You gesture to reach your phone from Nayeon’s delicate hands, only to have your own slapped, instead.

“What are you thinking? Don’t fucking answer.” She lifts an eyebrow at you, pulling herself up to her elbows.

Daring you to misbehave, to not listen to her clear commands. You know how well Nayeon loves this game, how she delights herself in punishing you whenever you do something she deems as wrong — even if you haven’t actually disobeyed her. She just revels in doing as such: messing with you as she pleases. You’re her property, after all. Her little doll, to play and deal with however she wanted to.

And you know better than to not follow her blindly.

You’ll deal with Jen later, you decide. For now, you allow Nayeon to pull you by the hair, bringing your focus back to her delicious moans as your mouth finds her stiffened nipples once again.

-

It was rare for Nayeon to facetime you unexpectedly.

You’d usually have full days of classes, and hers were usually pretty packed up with work, so she’d always wait until you were both on a break to call, messaging first.

Not today, though.

You answer the video call straight away, fixing yourself as best as you were able to while her face didn’t appear on the screen. While you were surprised, the smile on your lips was genuine. The woman had been in Japan attending a few meetings for a couple of days now, and you missed her a lot. She also seemed surprised to see you in your dorm, too, though it clearly pleased her more than it should.

“Hi, Nayeon. Is everything ok?” Your eyes brightened at the sight of her, looking so composed and lavish in her work clothes, bunny smile and shiny eyes presented all for you.

She could be a bitch and a pain in the ass if she wanted to, specially when dealing with work stuff, but she was always caring towards you. Never rude, never impatient.

“Well hello, princess. Don’t you have classes to attend to?” you giggled at the older woman, jumping in bed and taking her— or your phone, for what it mattered, with you.

“Technically, yes.” you told her, after a few seconds of fake pondering, “I’m ditching today, though. There’s this super difficult test on Friday, and I’m barely halfway done with reviewing, so I’m picking my battles.”

She knew this beforehand, of course. You’d given her your schedule when the semester had started, just so you’ll be aware, you’d told her. Truly, it was just natural for you to have her know your routine: it made you feel safe, cared for, and she liked it as well.

You tried to recognize if she was in her hotel room, but her background was a bit different from where you had FaceTimed last night; the walls were too white, and she had headphones on.

Most likely still at work, then.

“Smart girl, picking your battles.” Oh. There it was again, that tone. The one that made you tremble with anticipation, readjusting yourself in bed, so you could have some friction in between your thighs.

It was no surprise that Nayeon preferred to be taken care of. She did spend most of her time bossing people around, after all. Of course, you were more than pleased to give her that, treating and handling her just how she wanted you to, while she rewarded you with expensive gifts and trips. However, most of the time, she’d use you for stress-relief: groping and marking your skin until her anger was gone, and she could dote on her little doll again.

You looked forward to those nights, secretly wishing someone would make her angry enough so you’d be squirming, hopeless, under her touch for hours an end.

“It’s perfect, then.” Nayeon’s voice brought you back to the conversation, the sharpness of it not going unnoticed by you. “Take off your pants.” she commanded, leaning back on her chair so she could be the most comfortable.

“Excuse me?” it was your turn to stare at her incredulously, but she didn’t bulge. If only, her posture got stricter, and a tiny smirk adourned her face.

“Did you not hear what I’ve just said? Undress.” you rolled your eyes at your partner, suddenly filled with defiance, but still did as told. Your sweatpants were taken off rather clumsily, since you were still holding your phone close to your face, but you were quick to obey.

“Fine. Is it better, now?” You muttered, but Nayeon scoffed, still not fully satisfied.

She licked her lips, pleased to have you following her orders.

“Much better, princess. Now, let me see you.” You were curious to see how far she’d go, so you placed your phone on the other end of the bed, allowing her to see every inch of your exposed skin. Even with your panties and a sweatshirt on, you still felt completely exposed to her gaze.

Truth be told, you did feel that way even when you were fully clothed around her, too.

“So pretty. Are you alone?” She praised you, her onyx eyes leaving your body for a few seconds to search for any signs of other people at the dorm.

“Obviously?” Nayeon gave you a hard look, making you shrink in place. You tried your best to be polite, reserved, calm—and that included never being ironic or making snappy remarks at people, but occasionally, it slipped, almost naturally. “Sorry.” You corrected yourself, not meeting your girlfriend’s eyes. “Yes, I’m alone. Jen also has a full day of classes today. A private practice too, I think. She’ll be out until late.” You feel better, seeing the smile of approval on your lover’s lips.

She was looking at you with such lust, it made your heart break with how much you missed her.

“I want to touch you so bad.” you whined, motioning yourself further so you could hold the phone and be near her —at least virtually, again.

“Don’t move the phone. I want you exactly like this.” The answer came almost immediately, though Nayeon’s eyes did soften at your pleading. “I miss you too, pretty girl. The good news is: I’ve closed the deal earlier than expected, so I’ll be home by tomorrow.” You smiled contentedly, humming in response. “Now, be a good girl and make a show for me, will you?” she asked, eyeing you attentively.

“Not fair.” you mumble, but your hands still went all the way up the thin fabric of your panties to caress yourself. You’re not one to blush, but being stared at by Nayeon suddenly makes you too shy to look at her in the eyes.

It aroused you, though. To have her so immersed by you. You knew her secretary— anyone could barge in, and she wouldn’t even bat an eye. Aware of that, you could feel the slick starting to cover up your walls once you let out a low moan, biting your lips to muffle yourself.

“No sounds for me, princess?” Nayeon asked, too sweet, well aware of your intentions. She let you be a little defiant, knowing it’s mostly your way of showing how much you missed her.

“If you were here, then p-perhaps.” Your words faltered as your fingers caressed your folds, going around your slit in teasing motions. Your cunt was aching, desperate to be filled, but you knew better than to take matters on your own.

Even though you were the one bringing yourself pleasure, Nayeon was in command. She’d always be, in every aspect of her life.

The simple brush of your fingers was enough to have you panting heavy breaths, the wait being the most delicious part of the thrill. You wished it was Nayeon touching you, instead. You knew your sweetest spots, but no matter how much you’ve tried, you could never bring yourself to the same shuddering, earth-shattering orgasms you had whenever it was your partner touching you. Without her, you were never truly satisfied.

She’s ruined you, for yourself and for everyone else, just as she’d repeatedly told you she would.

“It’s only fair, I guess.” She mumbled, smiling at your stubbornness. “So pretty, still, and all for me. Put a finger inside, baby. That’s it, perfect. Breathe in, nice and slow.”

Her breaths were just as heavy as you followed her blindly, eager to seek your pleasure. Your walls welcomed a single digit, and you started with slow movements, just as Nayeon instructed you to.

“N-nayeon…” You whined, leaning your had back on your bed frame. As much as you could feel your wetness and the growing ache, gathering an uncomfortable sensation on your lower abdomen due to the faint action, you’d never be able to satisfy yourself as much as your girlfriend did.

“I know, princess, I know.” She coos, grabbing her phone as if she could reach out to you, instead. “It doesn’t feel as good, does it? It’s okay, I’ll be done with this conference soon enough, and then you’ll have me all to yourself.” You pouted, knowing better than to trust your girlfriend’s words when it came to work. She had done it before, after all: gotten a call back as soon as she stepped foot in the airport, her job trapping her for a few more days. “You have no idea how lovely you look right now, Y/n. In fact, I think your pretty pussy would look even better filled up with two more fingers.”

“I-I,” You whined, lips starting to tremble. It has not been an easy week for you, and your lover’s calm, soothing voice slowly started to turn you into a pliable mess, all hot and hazy.

The many thoughts seated previously in your head start fading, as your brain chooses to focus on Nayeon. Your eyes, though nearly closed, register how good she looks, how tight that 3-piece suit is, and how long she’s been away from you — now. Your skin got even hotter with the wishes to be kissing her plump limps, at the moment. Suddenly, your mind turned foggy, only grounded by your girlfriend’s low tone, and your fingers filling up your walls.

“You can take it, pretty girl.” She assured, motioning for you to do so. Clasped her teeth, then, at the sight of your pussy being entered by three of your fingers, still going in and out in an excruciating slow pace, not nearly enough for you to feel satisfied. “Taking it so good, so perfectly.”

Although the growing ache in your belly was deepening, you still shifted uncomfortably in your bed. The fabric of your panties was too thin, and the friction was starting to bother you. You wanted it off, so you could focus completely on the pleasure you were allowing yourself to have, but your girlfriend had other plans.

“What are you doing, princess?” She lifted her brows at the sight of you lifting your hips, displeased. Although she couldn’t say she hated to see you at that angle. “No, we can’t have that. Good girls keep their panties on. Just push it to the sides a little more, you can hold it if it makes you more comfortable.” Your pussy was so wet, glistening, and slick from her words. “There it is, you’re so good at doing what you’re told, baby. Always so smart.”

You let a loud moan escape from your mouth, aroused by her words, only to cover it up with your hands as you giggle— your pettiness all ruined.

Nayeon smiles hard, too. “I knew you wouldn’t hold it for long, princess. Your sounds are the most lovely, I hate when you cover them up.”

Even though you were flustered, from both your arousal and her praises, you still bit your mouth, committed to following your plan. Your fingers went back to your cunt, and you denied faintly, murmuring some incoherent words about how she’d have to come home and take those sounds out of you, herself.

“What’s all that for, huh?” She leaned her elbows on her desk, smirking at the mess of you on her phone. “Is it because of that purse you were whining about earlier? Come on, princess, I’ll buy you two of them if you let me hear your beautiful screams. Now go faster, too.”

You increased your fingers’ pace, moans exiting your mouth without a care, now that you'd have your wishes granted. “S-so good…” You say, in between whimpers.

“Dirty princess only wants my money.” Nayeon chants to herself, enamored by the sight of your spread up legs, toes curling with the possibility of reaching your high. “Don’t worry, pretty. I’ll give it all to you: all you want, and more. Just say it, and it’s yours. You want more, Y/n?”

You barely register her words, moans now filling up your bedroom’s previous silence. It takes her to repeat her question for you to partially understand it, although still unsure of what she was mentioning. Nevertheless, you nodded vigorously, ready to comply with all of her orders even if your mind was all foggy and hazy.

“Perfect. Now, circle your clit slowly, just like that, yes— exactly how you like it.” She laughs at the sight of you wincing, on the verge of being overwhelmed by your own sudden touches, “Careful, princess. We don’t want you to get overwhelmed right now. Remember to breathe, alright? That’s it, beautiful.”

Following her lead, you inhale deeply, bringing your other hand to your clit as you applied just the right amount of pressure to make you roll your eyes. The sensations aligned were building up to the pleasure on your lower abdomen, and you knew that you wouldn’t last much longer.

“Nayeon, I-I w—“ Your thoughts weren’t clear, and you struggled to voice your desires out loud. The frustration was enough for you to have little tears starting to accumulate in the corner of your eyes, as you huffed.

Thankfully, Nayeon knew you well. Before you started actively crying, she said, with a delicate, caring tone. “It’s okay, princess. You can cum. Do it only for a bit longer, I know you can.”

The effect of your girlfriend’s words was almost immediate: within moments, you were met with a dense wave of pleasure, consuming you completely as you let out a high-pitched, lustful moan. Breathless, you barely noticed how your fingers kept going with their movements, helping you ride out of your orgasm. Your girlfriend let you take your time, minutes passing by in a blink until your breaths were no longer irregular, and your thoughts were all back into place. You were no longer stressed; instead, you stared at her with a peaceful look, now feeling much better after such a tiring week.

As usual, Nayeon knew exactly what you needed.

“Always so sensitive…” Nayeon panted, brushing her fingers through her phone’s screen— as if she were caressing you, instead. “Remember to not overwork yourself too much, okay? Your grades don’t matter to me as much as your well-being; it should always come first.”

You nodded, bringing your phone near your face once again. Of course, you’d comply; she was the one paying for your tuition, after all. “I will, of course. Thank you, baby.”

Nayeon smiled, pleased by your manners. After catching up to her a bit more, you hung up the call, now all focused and much renovated for a new study session. Her message came later, a few minutes after you’d cleaned up your mess and was on the way to your desk, in hopes to wrap up soon.

Ps: I’ll buy you another one of your favorite purses if you leave your panties by Jennifer’s bed, princess.

You laughed at the message, also noticing your bank app’s notifications before you threw your phone away, emerging deep on your notebooks once again.

[willieverseetheland]

de-stressing

Will Graham x fem!reader

Summary: You take Will on a much needed vacation to take his mind off of work (and redirect it on you)

WARNINGS: 18+, Established relationship, smut, kinda rushed so bear with me PLEASE

Things had been rough for Will these past few weeks. This recent case had his full attention. It had him stressed, working long hours, coming home late, waking up in the night soaked in sweat. Technically, the usual Will things, but worse. You felt like you barely had any time with him. Not to mention, you hadn’t been intimate in weeks.

Lying next to him at night you found yourself imagining his body pressed against yours, legs intertwined, each other’s sweat and moans filling the cool night air. Heat growing between your legs. You wanted to touch yourself but you didn’t want to wake him, considering how little sleep he’s been getting.

One morning while walking the dogs you had the perfect idea. Vacation. Something quite foreign to Will, but that’s exactly why it was perfect. He works himself too hard. What more could Jack possibly need him for you thought. Just a few days for him to unwind, and for you to get what you desperately needed.

You thought through your options. Somewhere warm, maybe South Carolina? No. Will wasn’t a beach person. Hotel in the city? Definitely not, too many people. Cabin in the mountains? Perfect. You looked online and rented a quaint little cabin in the mountains in West Virginia. About 2 hours from Wolf Trap. Nothing too far but away from work and people. You asked a friend to take care of the dogs while you were gone. You had everything figured out.

When Will got home that night you revealed your plan.

When he walked through the door you greeted him with a hug and kiss to the forehead.

“Welcome home, handsome” you smiled.

“You’re in a rather pleasant mood tonight” Will remarked.

“Well, I have some good news to tell you”

“And what is this news?” He questioned

“We are going on a little vacation, just me and you, in a cabin, just for a few days.”

“I’m assuming I don’t really have the option to say no”

“You would be correct. You need this, we need this hon” you placed your hand softly on his cheek

He sighed, “You’re right, I haven’t really been myself recently, things have been difficult”

“Great! We leave tomorrow night, I will pack our things while you’re at work”

The next morning after Will heads out, you begin packing all the essentials. Your sexiest underwear, along with a very skimpy bikini, you forgot to mention that there’s a hot tub.

You decide to drive there to let Will relax. You blast your favorite songs on the stereo, much to Will’s annoyance, but he loves you so he tolerates it.

The first thing you do when you arrive at the cabin is slip your bikini on and jump in the hot tub, Will soon follows after.

“Isn’t this just what you needed?” You question with a smile

“I want to lie and say it’s not, but god this is nice” Will sighs in relief.

"Well... I bet I could make it even better" You bite your lip slightly as you look up to meet his gaze

"Is that so?" Will asks with a sly grin

You move closer to Will, untying your bikini top as you do.

He reaches out to grab your hips as you swing your legs over his straddling his lap. When you finally slip off your top Will's eyes scan your body, focusing on your breasts. He leans in the kiss you; the kiss is deep, hungry. You can tell he's needed this just as much as you.

He moves from kissing your lips to your, jaw, neck, then shoulders. You moan in response causing Will to bite down slightly, immediately soothing the spot with a lick. He leaves hickeys across your chest, he loves marking you, nothing too visible to others but just enough for him to see, a reminder that you belong to him.

You feel him hardening beneath you. Needing friction, you begin to grind your hips down on his. This elicits a deep groan from Will. He tugs at your bottoms; you get the message and lift your hips allowing him to take them off. You return the favor, pulling his trunks down causing his cock to spring free. You've been thinking about this moment for days, you're already so wet and he barely had to touch you.

You lower your hips, lining his cock with your entrance. As you sink down you let out a ragged gasp, he stretches you perfectly, it's been so long you almost forgot how big he truly was. Will grips your hips tighter, tight enough to leave marks, you hope. After you adjust, you move faster, finding the perfect pace. Will bucks his hips, hitting that sweet spot inside you. One hand grips Will's shoulder while the other snakes up to tangle in his hair.

Every groan, whimper, and moan sends chills down your spine. You love when Will is vocal, and he's especially vocal tonight.

As he gets closer to the edge, his thrusts become increasingly rough. He moves one hand from your hips to rub circles on your clit.

You can feel your release quickly approaching as Will works you perfectly.

"Fuck Will, f-fuck!" you moan

Soon you fall over the edge, moaning loudly as Will continues to fuck you senseless.

He wraps his arms under yours, gripping your shoulders. He fucks you through your orgasm, chasing his own. But the way your walls pulse around his cock, he's soon to follow.

"Y/n, I'm close" Will's breath is hot against your ear

"Inside, please" you beg

At that, Will comes undone. His head falls forward, coming to rest his forehead against yours, breath heavy and hot. The feeling of his release inside you gives you a feeling like no other. You feel so close to him in this moment. The two of you sit there in each other's arms, feeling the other's heartbeat.

"I've missed you" you say, so quiet it's almost a whisper

Will kisses your forehead and embraces you tighter

"I've missed you too"

Sorry it's rushed and mediocre! I was running out of ideas and wanted to get this out since I haven't published in a while, I promise I will do better next time lol, thanks for reading! :)

[scarletwritesshit]

⭐Boothill x F!Reader ⭐ Silver Stars

You kept looking up at Penacony’s sky. You knew that none of this was real, and that your physical body was safely resting in the Reveire back in reality, but that didn’t make the experience feel any more fake.

Boothill noticed you frequently looking up at the sky. On occasion, he would have to drag you out of the way of others or nudge you away from accidentally walking directly into a lamp post. He didn’t mind it, but his kindness did not come without a few "muddle fudgers.” You couldn’t help it. Penacony’s sky was simply too marvelous for you to ignore.

"Lass, ya better watch where you’re goin’, otherwise, one of these days you’re gonna trip and fall," Boothill said. "Don’t want ya bustin’ up your pretty face."

"Oh, sorry," you said, "It’s quite difficult to simply glaze by such a view.”

"Well if ya wanted to go stargazin’, why didn’t ya tell me so? Ain’t that a lot easier than wanderin’ around like some dumb dog?"

"I guess, but where are we going to find anywhere in Penacony to stargaze in solitude?"

Boothill thought for a moment. "I mean there’s them back-alley routes that eventually lead up to some pretty quiet and wide open spots. Ain’t gonna find no one up there seein’ how everyone else is too busy indulging in their own little fantasy lands."

"Do you even know where any of these spots are?"

"That’s what a GPS is for, hun. Not like any of them are very difficult to find in the first place, just gotta do a little walkin’."

Boothill grabbed you by the arm and started dragging you down a back-alley path. He had quite the tight grip, perhaps out of negligence for how strong his artificial body was. Your feet were practically smoking from the friction as he dragged you along. Eventually, you gave up trying to keep up with his pace and allowed yourself to skid along, until he stopped at a rather high spot overlooking the dreamy metropolis of the Golden Hour.

"Told ya I knew what I was doin’," he said, with a wink.

"Next time, could you be just a little bit gentler? My shoes were practically sparking a fire back there," you said.

"Shoulda told me something, lass. Could’ve picked ya up and thrown ya over my shoulder."

"Is it too late to take you up on that offer?"

"For now, yeah, ‘cuz we’re already here. But it ain’t off the table for later. For now, take a seat, lass."

Boothill sat down on the concrete, and invited you to sit next to him by patting the ground. You sat down next to him and looked up, admiring the grand view of Penacony’s stars blanketing above your head and beyond what can be seen past the guardrail. You looked all around, even leaning backwards to take in as much as the starry sky as you possibly could. Boothill wrapped his arm around your lower back to steady you so that you did not collapse onto the concrete.

"Wouldn’t it be easier if ya laid your bum down on my lap?" Boothill suggested. "If ya can deal with my cold metal thighs, it’ll be a heck of a lot easier to look at them stars than twisting ya spine all over the dang place."

Accepting Boothill’s offer, you laid down on his thighs, positioning your head so that you could rest between them comfortably. They were rather firm and solid, but the fabric of his pants cushioned them a little. Boothill was right about the stars being far more easily viewed from laying down. The only thing that really got in your way were the tuffs of his hair visible out of the corner of your eyes, but it was a minor inconvenience that you truthfully didn’t mind. He reached down to gently stroke the side of your face, but stopped himself.

"Sorry if I ain’t that comfortable," he said.

"No, its fine. I quite like it here," you said, grabbing his hand and gently placing it onto your cheek.

The metal of Boothill's fingers were quite cold from Penacony’s everlasting nighttime air. Curiously enough, it had the strangest sense of human warmth to it.

"You don’t gotta to pretend for me, partner. I know it ain’t the same as the feeling of another human."

"But this feeling is from you. Not just any person, flesh and blood or otherwise. That’s more important.”

"This hunk 'o crud ain’t anything like the me I once was. It’s turned me into a sad excuse of a person if I’ve ever seen one."

"I don’t mind. Really"

"Well I do," he said, gently running his finger alongside your cheek, "all I got to offer as a sad excuse of comfort is a heaping pile of metal."

"I get the feeling you don’t particularly enjoy being a cyborg."

"What gave that away? It’s gotta be up there with one of the worst things that had ever happened to me. Shame that not even the sweetest dreams can grant me a sense of normalcy."

"...Boothill, if a shooting star could grant a wish, would you wish for your human body back?"

Boothill went silent for a moment, and sighed. "No. I couldn’t There’s somethin’ far more valuable than my own humanity that I wish I could bring back."

"...You’re talking about her, aren’t you?"

"Right on target, partner. Even if I could bring ‘er back, I ain’t got a father's body to provide any warmth with. It’s cruel to do a little lady so dirty like that."

"She would think you’re the coolest, honestly."

"Maybe. Still can’t help but feel like I ain’t really there for ‘er with this lump of snot for a body. Probably a father’s guilt speakin’."

Boothill speaking more softly about himself for once put your body at ease, in addition to being rested comfortably in his lap. If it were possible in this dream, you felt as if you could drift off to sleep.

"Cyborg or not, you’ll always be Boothill to me," you said.

"Thank ya kindly, lass. Your words mean a whole lot to a little ol’ bucket of scrap like me. And I do apologize for dullin’ ya mood. Ya did say you wanted to stargaze, not listen to a rusty lad yap for Aeons know how long."

"No worries. I find this kind of talk kinda soothing."

"I can tell. Ya look like you’re gonna doze off on me."

"If it were feasible in a dream, then I would."

Boothill had become comfortable enough to entrust such a deeply hidden repressed feeling to you. In turn, you too felt much more at ease in his presence, knowing he was comfortable enough for such a thing. Beneath the stars, it was as if Penacony's sky was soothing the troubles of both of your golden hearts.

Your eyes began to feel heavy.

"I ain’t gonna bug ya if ya want a lil’ bit of shut-eye," Boothill said. "Stars are meant for sleepin’ under, after all."

He gently began to run his fingers through your hair, feeling as much as his cold metallic fingers would allow him to.

No use fighting back perhaps one of the first peaceful nights you two have shared in a while.

You closed your eyes.

[neteyamssyulang]

Praise/Degradation

Day 28

Pairing: Aonung aged up x Fem tawtute reader

*Lets say for this story, humans can breath pandora air*

Summary: Moving to awa’atlu was difficult since you were human but Tonowari allowed it as you were no threat. Aonung had made it known he despised you any chance he got but keep down he somehow wanted you.

Warnings: Dom Aonung, Sub Reader, Bully Aonung, P in V, Belly bulge, Semi bratty reader at first.

Word count: 772

Translation(s): Vrrtep -> Demon, Hì'i evenge -> Little girl.

A/N: I think I did a pretty well with this <3

Tags: @teyamsatan @pandoraslxna <3

Being human was to say hard, unlike being with the Omaticaya people the Metkayina were rude throwing insults left and right if you crossed paths with them.

You know it's because humans have destroyed their home and even if you weren't like those people they still despised you.

But none despised you more than Aonung, the Olo'eyktans son. He would insult you every chance he got and would humiliate you infront of everyone.

You sat with Tsireya in her marui helping make new beaded tops since she insisted you wear traditional na'vi clothing.

Tsireya was your only friend besides Rotxo, they warmed up to you quickly after realizing you were harmless. Aonung never did and still ridiculed his baby sister for being friends with a sky demon.

Speak of the akula "Sister our parents need you, now" Aonung says as he walks through the flaps of the marui.

Tsireya sighed setting down the materials before standing up facing her brother "Ok I'll go, y/n you can stay here if you want" she bid you goodbye then walked out the marui towards her parents marui.

You ignored Aonung's burning gaze keeping your focus on the top, "You do not belong here vrrtep, leave" he hisses.

Looking up towards him you raise an eyebrow "Yeah? What else is new? You say that everyday like it's going to magically make me disappear."

A growl rumbles through him as he stalks towards you "I wish it would, that way I no longer have to deal with you."

Scoffing you roll your eyes "I have done NOTHING to you and yet you treat me like this. I get you hate humans for what they have done but I am nothing like them."

Before you have a chance to speak again your body is pinned to the ground with Aonung ontop of you baring his fangs "Shut your little mouth vrrtep!"

A small whimper leaves your lips as you feel wetness pooling in your panties. Aonung suddenly stiffs as your arousal invades his nostrils.

It was at this moment she knew, she fucked up.

"The little slut enjoys this?" He taunts sitting up now, "Strip for me vrrtep."

Rolling your eyes you sit up only to grab the fish Tsireya was going to cook later and slapped him across the face with it.

"Did you just slap me with a fish?" The na'vi asked while glaring daggers through you. "I did and I'll do it again, I'm not stripping for you fishlips"

That was the last straw, in an instant Aonung had ripped off your pants along with your panties and shirt. You cursed yourself for not wearing a bra today.

The metkayina then took off his own loincloth and pushed you to lay on your back while he crawled ontop of you. "You'll be a good little demon yes?" He purrs lining his dick with your soaked hole.

"Aonung wa-!" A high pitched scream leaves your mouth as he starts pushing inside you, inch by inch you can feel his cock drag against your gummy walls.

The na'vi grits his teeth trying to focus on not cumming so soon but shit you felt so tight around him.

You admit the stretch was painful as hell but it subsided with pleasure after awhile, by this point Aonung should've bottomed out but he didn't.

As if reading your mind he chuckled "You can't take all of me hì'i evenge, look how deep I already am inside you"

Your gaze goes from him to your stomach where a buldge is already starting to show. You move your hips up to create some friction "Aonung please.."

"Alright vrrtep” the teal man grins before pulling away only to slam back inside. You’ve never felt so full in your entire life, eywa he felt so amazing.

With each thrust he knocks the breath out of your lungs, you can tell though that he’s holding back from plunging his entire length into you and fucking you completely senseless.

“Fuck..should’ve done this a long time ago..” he groans above you “Such a good girl y/n..”

Your too fucked out to even process what he just said, your mewls fill his ears as he lays a hand on your stomach pressing down on the bulge.

Immediately a scream leaves you as you cum hard squirting on his stomach and thighs, your walls fluttered around him making you feel even tighter around his cock.

His thrusts became sloppy so you knew he was getting close “Eywa y/n.. Now that I had you I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let you go”

[izzuku]

slow your grind ──

summary── making bets with kyo means that the loser gets an embarrassing punishment whether you can take it or not.

characters ── kyo kaneko x gn reader

c/w── cockwarming, orgasm denial, slight degradation, biting, use of pet names in a mocking way (not like, a cruel way), little bit ooc since I added some role play! + Kyo being a little tease

a/n── We need more of this bitch fr. I still have to dive more into a diversity of ideas for Vtubers but for now please enjoy this fast fic of this man because he has a hold of me. Please keep in mind these are not their real personalities, all of this is fictional and it shouldn't be taken seriously!

“You better stop squirming if you don't want the whole chat to hear you, darling” the mockery tone in his voice makes your blood boil but the thrill of getting caught by thousands of viewers makes your legs shake in excitement.

“Did you say something Kyo?” you hear Ren's voice through Kyo's headset and you curse yourself while trying to hold back a low moan. You feel his hips buck forward into you, letting you ride him for a couple of seconds. You cannot move, not much since the position you're in can difficult your lover's stream.

“Oh nothin' I was just mumbling something” his laugh travels through your ears. There's not much Kyo needs to do in order to turn you on even more, he just needs to talk to you like he does to everybody else. But for you, oh, for you it's different. His harsh words and degrading remarks are enough to make you clench around him.

“Kyo your model is bugging a little bit, do you have anything blocking your view? Oh really? I don't think so. Hold up lemme get closer to the computer” he drags his chair closer to the table, getting up just a little so you can bounce down onto his cock and the sensation feels so good it has you biting his shoulder to shut up the moans.

“You're so nasty aren't you, huh..?” you can practically feel his lips next to your ear, the tip getting redder as time passes by. “You're fucking dead, you dick” you mutter under your breath, getting him to chuckle to himself.

As the stream goes by you try to roll your hips ever so often, just to get some friction. You know that part of the punishment says that you're not allowed to move but it's been almost two hours and you're getting impatient. “Please...just end the stream Kyo..I can't wait” you plead, trying to work him up with sloppy neck kisses and some grinding. Part of it worked as you saw him take a deep breath before looking at you.

“Guys I need a bathroom break, I won't take long I promise” you almost cheer aloud when he takes off his headphones and mutes the mic until you see a different smile of his. Not a genuine one, a fake one directed at you with half closed eyes. “You wanted me to help you right? Well I think I need to help myself first if you don't mind babe”. You feel his grip on your hips tightening and before you know it he's pounding into you with effort. You don't even have time to process anything before you feel his cock twitching a bit. “You break the rules, you get another punishment” his groans come along with his orgasm, shots of cum painting your insides but leaving you sore and on the edge.

And the only thing you can do is whine on his neck while you feel his cock and his cum fill you to the brim. “Good little things know how to respect the rules, you should know it by now [name]”

That's right. If you were a good little thing you'd have gotten your prize.

[actuallyevilgay]

Charmed: Morning After

A little epilogue to my oneshot Charmed. Ascended Astarion x male reader DNI if you're a minor. Contains nudity.

You feel stiff. Cold, empty. There’s barely any strength in your body to move, so you focus what strength you do have towards your fingers. ‘’Hmmgh..’’ You grunt as the sensation of soft silk soothes your aching fingertips.

The disorientation was making it difficult to figure out what transpired last time you were awake, so you simply waited for the stiffness to wear off. Except, it wouldn’t wear off at all.

Your head was spinning, everything’s heavy. Even your eyelids.

Suddenly, your sense of self returns you to a flash of the bed you are lying on, and you recall Astarion holding your wrist affectionately. The sting of his fangs in your skin.. A moan escapes your lips as you turn your head to the side. ‘’Ast..ar..’’ You can’t pronounce his name, it just tumbles out like a sigh. Your tongue rolls over the walls on the inside of your mouth to comfort it, but then the realisation hits you as you figure out that you’re incredibly dehydrated.. And the cause of it.

‘’Hmmhn..’’ An uncomfortable grunt escapes you again while you seek warmth on the silks. There’s a faint glow to your right, so you reach for it. You open your eyes to see the sun dancing on your skin.

‘’Ugh..’’ You try to sit up, but your body refuses, so you lay still. Readjusting somewhat, it would take a bit longer for you to get more accustomed to your surroundings. 

Flashes of the escape through the tunnels return to your mind’s eye, from the heartfelt confession towards the way it ended. Astarion, the sword stabbed through your chests.

You gently rouse yourself to make your arm reach for where the sword would’ve been.

‘’Gods..’’ The uncomfortable sensation of the scar tissue has you shiver. But it wasn’t fresh, closed up. Healed, but it was there. Sensitive as well, and not a little.

You remember the sword going all the way through your spine, pondering if it may have affected your ability to move around. But no.. You can move your arms just fine, everything is simply too heavy. And you are too tired..

Rubbing your hands together offers warmth by friction, but it is too little. You desperately try to roll towards the sunnier part on the bed, only to thud into something. Whatever it is, it’s warmer than you are. And thus, you remain put.

Unfortunately for you, it moves and rises, depriving you from the warmth you so crave.

‘’Tav..?’’ His voice rings through your ears, making you flinch.

Everything was too much.. ‘’I’m cold..’’ You mutter.

Astarion’s arms wrap around your still poorly dressed body, and you can feel your aching muscles start to relax more. The stiffness has yet to leave, but at least this was more comfortable. 

Little by little, you can feel more. The pounding headache, the absence in your chest. The dryness in the back of your throat, and a growling stomach.

Almost instinctively, Astarion perks up. He quietly ponders on what to say, not sure if you’re aware of what happened. His voice is warm as he finally speaks.

‘’I was willing to wait.’’ He states. ‘’But in that same moment, we were robbed of that time.’’ He sighs, struggling between emotions. On one, he appears elated. Happy that he finally had done it. On the other, he’s annoyed that he could not keep his promise right after he made it. He worries about how that makes you feel.

‘’It can’t be undone now.’’ Is all you can answer, planting your face against his chest. ‘’..I can smell the grime on me.’’ You add, noticing how overwhelming every sensation is as it returns to you. Astarion chuckles at that remark.

‘’You have time now.’’ Astarion caresses through your hair. ‘’I’m not leaving your side.’’

‘’If you need anything, all you have to do is ask.’’ He adds after a brief pause.

You two lay there quietly for a while as you process all your senses. Smell, Vision, sensation.. Thirst. The hypersensitivity calmed down eventually, allowing you to ask.

‘’I’m.. Thirsty.. Or hungry.. I don’t know if they’re the same.’’

With that, Astarion unfortunately releases you from his hold to get up and walk towards a cabinet near the bed. You manage to sit up and position yourself against a pillow. 

Now that you’re fully awake, you see the dirt of yesterday’s scuffle still on you. Dried blood, some yours, some not. Your old little party outfit that was ripped to shreds. And the scar..

For some reason you feel flustered, even if he has seen you bare before. The pants of the outfit remained, but the chilliness makes you cover up your nipples.

‘’I’ll draw you a warm bath, but first..’’ Astarion approaches you, holding a breakfast plate with only a cup on it. He puts it on your lap as he climbs back on the bed next to you.

The smell of the cup’s contents is almost intoxicating. You instinctively reach for it, but he stops you. Grabbing the cup himself and holding it out as you drink from it.

‘’Slowly..’’ You don’t listen to his words, you instinctively gulp it down as if it's liquid gold.

‘’Okay, that’s to be expected.’’ He wipes his thumb over your mouth as the rush makes you spill a little. He puts the empty cup down and observes your face.

‘’It doesn’t taste like iron.’’ While you lick the inside of your mouth, you notice the new fangs that have replaced your canines. Your tongue rolls a bit over them out of curiosity, but by doing so you cut yourself.

‘’Oof-’’ You flinch, not expecting them to be THAT sharp.. But here we are.

He looks amused by your expression and caresses your cheek gently before he rises from the bed again. By now you notice he’s wearing different clothes.

‘’How long have I..’’ You stop, the blood on your tongue keeps you from speaking comfortably.

‘’Almost an entire day.. I’ve been.. Busy. Getting things in order.’’ Astarion answers, he looks over his shoulder. ‘’I’m going to draw you a bath, and then we’ll.. Talk about it.’’

You watch him turn around a corner, there’s a folding screen acting as a privacy curtain. Behind it, you presume is the bath he keeps talking about. You can hear the subtle movements of everything he does even though you don’t see it. Drawing water, pouring perfume into the bath, and feeling it to make sure it's warm enough.

Some flush falls to your cheeks, the blood that reaches your stomach has kicked in..You take the opportunity to get up from the bed to stretch, cracking your shoulders and back muscles.

While Astarion continues to prepare the bath, you gather your thoughts back to the scar..

It must look really ugly, but would your reflection have remained..? Your hand trails down on your back to find the other end of the scar, it's more subtle, smaller. Like a tiny slit from the other end of the sword, right next to your spine.

You turn around to see Astarion watching you, he observes happily until your eyes meet. Then there’s.. A hint of shame in his eyes. Guilt.

‘’We don’t need to talk about it.’’ You say, walking up to him. ‘’It’s already happened.’’

You place your hand on his chest in hopes to comfort him, he grabs it and intertwines your fingers, squeezing you. ‘’Whatever happens next.. I want you to stay with me.’’ He puts your hand to his lips and places a gentle kiss. ‘’I can’t let you leave, not again.’’ You expect him to compel you.. Heck, even charm you again.. But no. It’s less of a demand even if he words it so, it's more a request. He can’t be without you anymore.

‘’Tav, I’ll do everything I can to give you a comfortable.. Happy life. But-’’ You stop him with a kiss, holding him by the collar of his shirt. He kisses back, before he can get more out of you, you pull away.

‘’You’re still full of surprises..’’ Astarion’s eyes are wide and he smiles. ‘’I made up my mind.’’ You answer, confirming your desire to stay.

‘’Tav..’’

Your hands trail down his chest as you turn towards the bath and slowly undress the remainder of your clothes in front of him, eagerly stepping into the warm water. ‘’Aah..’’ You moan, comfortably setting in. ‘’It smells nice.’’

‘’I’ve put out some clothes for you, please let me know if they’re not to your taste..’’ Astarion gestures to a little table with neatly folded garments. You eye them, thinking they’re likely your exact measurements.. You ponder if this is what he meant with getting things in order, but it is more likely remembered by heart.

You give him a nod of approval, and he turns around, lost in thought. Even with his back turned, you could tell he was smiling. You swore you could tell how he was feeling by his scent.. Which was a bit weird to you.

‘’Are you joining me or not?’’ You eye him, hearing how his fingers work down the clasps on his vest. 

Once he’s finished, he steps in the water and immediately gets close to you.

‘’You’re so beautiful.’’ He mutters dreamily, putting his hand on your cheek and observing your features. ‘’All yours.’’ The words come out of you with a breath, he grins in response.

‘’Finally.’’ There is a sense of release, satisfaction. In the tone of his voice, you can hear his relief. This is the exact thing he’s been waiting for you to say for a long time.

‘’Finally..’’ He repeats, a tear streams down his cheek and he sighs.

Astarion’s fingers trail down the scar on your chest, making you flinch. He gently caresses it, moving towards your neck and finding the bitemarks he left last night. You hadn’t noticed them before. You take a moment to look at your wrist, seeing marks there as well.

He then gently holds your chin to redirect your attention.

‘’I have everything I have ever wanted. You’ve given me.. Everything.’’ He pauses, smiling. ‘’Thank you.’’

You’re finally home.

[bi-bats]

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Which of your fics would you keep the basic plot of but rewrite completely?

ooh probably rooftops and bookshops. I really really really dislike the prose in it now that I've found more of a voice and I think the difference between that fic and my more recent stuff is so so blatant, but I do stand firmly by all of the plot points in that fic. That said, I'm not allowed to touch it because if I start I'll never stop, and I'd rather write new stuff than tweak the same old thing forever.

10. Top three favourite fic tropes.

Enemies to lovers, fake dating, amnesia!

19. Share a snippet from a wip without giving any context for it.

Bart’s halfway through peeling the first clementine, the sharp citrusy smell permeating the air over the odor of burnt rubber from the trash, when he looks up. His thumb digs in a little too hard, breaking through the rind and into the fruit, a few drops of the juice splattering up his wrist. Kon looks at him from the entryway, almost surprised to see him there.  Bart stares back. He's still angry from yesterday, and he doesn’t feel like pretending he isn’t.  It must be obvious on his face, because Kon's surprised expression melts into more of a resigned irritation, and he strides past Bart, taking the half-peeled clementine out of his hands.  “Why does it smell like that time Tim accidentally put a cutting board in the oven?” Kon asks as he grabs a mug from the cabinet, his voice gruff with sleep. Bart starts peeling a new clementine, and he’s done by the time Kon’s pouring his coffee. He starts another.  “Fucked up my sneakers yesterday. Had to throw ‘em out.”  “I thought you had that friction barrier thing or whatever,” Kon says. The way he phrases it like he doesn’t know what he’s talking about grates at him. Why can’t Kon just admit that he gives a shit? Bart shrugs instead of answering, glaring at the peeled fruit.  He separates out the segments of the ones he peeled, pulling off those stringy white bits as he goes. His leg is tapping so fast against the chair, the noise it makes sounds vaguely like the blades of a helicopter.  Kon sighs and sits down next to him, leaning his head on Bart’s shoulder. He puts the clementine he was holding down on the counter in front of them and Bart picks it up. As he’s about to start peeling it, Kon takes it out of his hands and puts it back where it was. When Bart picks up another one, Kon takes that too, putting it down next to the other one like he wants Bart’s full attention. A tight, annoyed noise works its way out of Bart’s throat, and Kon’s TTK worms around him, feeling like an arm around his shoulder even though both of Kon’s hands are on his mug. “I’m not sorry,” Kon says, his hands tightening around the mug. “Me neither,” Bart answers, still glaring at the fruit.

31. What was the most difficult fic for you to write (but in the end you made it)?

Definitely Rooftops & Bookshops, but only because of the "in the end you made it." Otherwise, I'd say Know Yourself, because I am struggling with that fic SO much right now. I'm struggling with writing in general right now but that fic specifically is giving me a very hard time. I do have faith that I will make it though, especially since it's all plotted out! I just have to. You know. Finish it.

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[sigilsins]

Through slightly gritted teeth and with a light flush on his chest he replies, "Not  anyone  is  as  quiet  of  foot  as  you,"  it's  hard  not  to  let  his  eyes  wander  over  her,  and  it's  fortunate  she  had  not  walked  in  earlier  because  he  may  have  been  too  shy  to  allow  the  searching  gaze  over  his  nude  form  as  he  continues.  When  her  lips  part,  his  hips  respond  with  a  small  flex  upwards  and  a  tight  exhale,  he  can't  place  why  he  likes  the  sense  of  curiosity  on  her  expression,  there  is  an  intensity  in  how  she  almost  inspects  him.  "A  woman,"  Edric  responds  on  clipped  breath,  hand  still  moving,  twisting  pleasurably  around  his  cock  as  the  image  floats  back  into  his  mind:  "No  one  specifically.  Just...  a  woman,"  it  had  been  a  vague  feminine  form,  that  —  through  no  fault  of  his  (he  tells  himself  wryly)  own  —  now  seems  to  have  dark  hair  and  sharp  eyes  like  the  ones  upon  him  right  now.  A  moan  catches  in  his  throat  as  her  gaze  falls  to  his  cock,  and  his  pace  slows  to  a  sensory  drag  that  causes  a  shudder  to  roll  down  his  spine.

" 've never been watched before," Edric responds roughly, doing his best to keep his breathing somewhat measured. It's  difficult,  though,  as  he  drinks  in  the  way  she  genuinely  seems  to  find  him  pleasuring  himself  fascinating,  how  the  smirk  reaches  her  eyes  and  softly  pinkens  her  cheeks.  It's  even  more  difficult  to  keep  full  focus  on  her  words  because  his  eyes  are  wandering  too,  now,  openly  trailing  to  the  curve  of  her  chest  —  more  exposed  now  as  she  leans  in.  Down  the  shape  of  her  hips,  her  legs,  catching  the  shift  of  her  body  as  she  moves  her  thighs  beneath  the  skirts  she  wears,  "—  but  I  like  the  way  you  watch  me.  Seems  like  ...  you're  enjoying  yourself."  He  groans  as  the  sentence  leaves  his  mouth,  feeling  precome  weep  from  the  tip  of  his  cock  and  heat  blossom  more  intensely  in  his  abdomen.

Arya's mouth draws his attention again, and her then eyes, they  shine  a  little  brighter  the  longer  she  stares.  Edric  feels  a  little  performative,  a  little  more  lewd,  as  he  uses  his  fingers  to  smear  the  precome  over  the  swollen  head  of  his  cock;  his  whole  body  shudders  and  his  eyes  slide  shut  again.  Through  laboured  breaths  he  dares  admit;  "it's  hard  not  to  think  of  you  now,  Arya  ...  Hard  not  to  wonder,  a  little;  if  you  gasp  only  watching  me,"  his  rhythm  hastens,  teeth  biting  at  cheek  as  he  swears  lowly  at  the  friction  building  upon  the  tension  inside  him.  Edric  turns  his  head  slightly as it rests upon the back of the chair  and  searches  her  gaze  with  hooded,  reckless,  carnal  curiosity. He licks  his  lips,  breathing  ragged  as  he  slowly  and  tightens  his  grip, drawing out his pleasure as he indulges in this unexpected near-fantasy. His next words are chosen with brazen illicit intent, shameless as his lustful gaze slides down her body to the covered apex of her thighs;   "–  hard  not  to  be  curious  if  the  sight  of  my  cock  is  causing  your  cunt  to  dampen."

Once,   she   had   figure   to   never   be   like   her   sister.   Boy-crazed   was   not   something   Arya   wanted   to   be,   less   so   over   princess.   At   least   she   got   that   one   aspect   right,   or   perhaps   she   is   what   her   aunt   Lyanna   could   not,   for   her   fascination   began   when   she   had   to   disguise   herself   as   a   young   boy   and   travelled   with   Gendry.   He   had   been   greased   and   a   blacksmith   and   she   watched   the   way   his   muscles   worked   and   she   realized   that   first   time,   that   perhaps   she   is   not   as   uninterested   in   young   men   as   she   thought.   And   now,   with   age   on   her   and   growth,   she   finds   herself   looking   at   another   Baratheon   bastard   whose   body   enthralls   her.  

She   had   seen   many   things   in   her   travels   and   yet,   looking   at   Edric   felt   almost   enticing   when   she   found   him   touching   himself.   "Anyone   could   had   walked   in."   Arya   tells   him   as   she   does   step   closer,   eyes   cast   down   as   they   take   on   the   man's   body,   the   way   he   slides   down   and   his   body   is   bare   for   her   to   look   in   full.   Lips   part   at   such   obscenity   almost,   except   she   cannot   look   away.   "What   were   you   thinking   about?"   She   wonders   out   loud   "or   who."   The   wolf-girl   speaks   in   turn   as   her   own   breath   seems   to   match   his   own   as   she   watch   him,   first   to   his   eyes   and   then   down.   "I   never   watched   anyone   before."   Arya   speaks   the   truth,   she   had   not   looked   at   anyone   like   this   before,   curiousity   had   gotten   the   best   of   her   in   that   moment   and   she   knew   she   wanted   to   see   more.  

She   leans,   as   if   this   was   casual,   close   to   where   he   is,   and   legs   press   against   one   another,   feeling   something   between   her   legs   begin   to   beg   for   her   to   touch.   "Do   you   like   being   watched?"   Arya   speaks   in   turn,   matching   his   smirk   with   her   own   but   the   sight   does   turn   her   smirk   into   opened   gasp,   the   way   he   moans   at   his   own   touch.   Men   seem   sensitive   there,   all   that   talk   about   cocks   and   she   can   see   the   appeal,   despite   what   others   say,   perhaps   it's   just   the   amount   of   time   she   spent   on   the   read   with   other   men   and   yet,   never   caught   anyone   doing   this.   

[yrbutchgf]

I thought I was a gay trans man for many years, but after a prolonged identity crisis, I've come to the conclusion that I'm bisexual and bigender (both a man and a woman.) I've always felt an affinity for the word butch and related to (as well as was attracted to) butch women. But in my day-to-day life I'm stealth as a cis man. I want to embrace my butchness but I feel like there's nothing radical or nonconforming about my masculinity since everyone sees me as a man. Especially since I'm on the road to getting phalloplasty, I feel like this realization has been sort of pointless. I'm not like those strong butch women who are visibly gnc and unashamed, though I envy them.

honestly, i don't see anything unchallenging about any person who decides to craft a form of gender different from what they were taught was right. in even mentioning that embracing your butchness would be a decision, you are proving that there is something in that action that changes the way you think about your masculinity, and therefore how you perform it and how it relates to others. and personally, i find even the sheer use of the word butch (as a positive thing, an honorific, especially) to be radical in and of itself for the way it can open up a room.

you may come to butchness from a different angle than many butch women do, but then many butch women come at it from different angles than each other. plus, butches from all throughout history have physically transitioned for all kinds of reasons. look at leslie feinberg. to me, and to many people, i don't think it matters what people see you as, 'cause people are always going to put something on you no matter what you do. when i was younger for example, i identified as a butch lesbian, and i was just like. a teenage girl wearing masculine clothing, and in a lot of situations people just assumed i was a guy. (one time it even happened while i was literally wearing a jacket that had a double venus emblazoned on the chest.) but what they put on and expected of me didn't change the fact of what i was, how i identified, or what it meant for me to be navigating life that way.

idk, i understand where your concerns come from, but i really think this sort of self-analyzing insecurity regarding whether you're doing enough by being butch is like... one of the most prototypically butch things i've ever heard, and also one of the things i feel like all of us have to learn to shed one of these days. it's better for the soul

[kamisathoes]

scaramouche fucking u like its no tomorrow but during aftercare he's so soft :(

pairings: scaramouche + f ! reader notes: mwahaha you're just giving me an excuse to pull out one of my many scaramouche drafts !! this is proofread but i'm on day two of a migraine so don't have high expectations. sorry for the weird formatting, tumblr doesn't wanna play ball. warnings: brat taming, dom / sub dynamics, mean dom ! scara, possessive / jealous scara, messy sex, fear play, manhandling, slight hair pulling, face / throat fucking, blowjob, throat bulge, asphyxiation (from deepthroating), degradation, name calling ("whore", "bitch", "pet", ), restraints, control (?), face slapping, very rough sex, tears / dacryphilia, punishments, clothed sex i guess, spanking, very slight cum play, use of safe word, some really sweet aftercare. w.c.: 1.6k

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

scaramouche pushed you through the door before slamming it behind himself.

"such a fucking brat, y/n. it's about time i remind you that your mouth only has one use." the way your knees buckled as he forced you to the ground told you that you'd fucked up. all you wanted to do was make the harbinger a little bit jealous, so you made heart eyes at some random fatui recruit. you were having a harmless conversation, something about protocols that you couldn't care less about, but any passers by would have assumed the topic was something more flirtatious. scaramouche watched his inferior undressing you with his eyes, frustrations eventually getting the better of him. he practically dragged you away from the conversation and all the way back to your shared home, leaving you where you are now.

he didn't bother undressing, instead pulling out his cock and placing the tip on your lips. precum and drool ran down your chin, dampening the fabric of your shirt. "color?" he asked, tone stern. his eyes scared you more than usual, though the fear ran straight to your core.

"g-green, sir."

that was enough for him to grab a fistful of your hair, forcing the entire length of his cock down your throat. scaramouche didn't care about how you were gagging around him, tears already pricking your eyes at his roughness. your throat burned, constricting as he used you. you gripped his thighs for support, though it made little difference with his relentless pace. he push your hands away from him, "tut, tut. little whore think she's deserved the right to touch me, hmm?" he pulled out of your mouth and grabbed a piece of dark purple rope from a bedside drawer, using it to bind your hands behind your back. you couldn't help yourself from moving your hips against your heels, already desperate for some kind of friction.

"get up. now."

no matter how many times he took that tone with you, you couldn't help but shake in the fear that it instilled in you. your knees were buckling as you tried standing, both terrified and excited about what was in store for you. scaramouche only watched and laughed. he grabbed ahold of the restraints around your wrists, using them to force you onto the bed. you laid on your back, head hanging over the edge as the balladeer towered over you. he brought his hand to your cheeks, softly wiping away some of the tears that had spilled, before drawing back his hand and delivering a rough slap to your wet skin. he repeated this motion a few times. the way your mouth hung open after every hit you took made your throat look rather inviting, so he decided to fill it up again.

this position allowed him to fuck your throat easier. you choked around his length as he sped up, using your mouth like his own personal fleshlight. your cries were muffled by him rutting into you, breathing becoming difficult. you squirmed, though were only met by his arms caging you down against the bed. "where do you think you're going, hmm?" scara knew you couldn't respond to him and that only turned him on even more. the two of you had signals, should you wish for him to really stop his assault on your throat. you were in pain, you couldn't deny that. but you loved when your lover was ruthless with you, using your body as a toy.

at this rate, you would struggle to find your voice again once he was done with you. he could see the faint print of his cock along your neck as he continued thrusting into you. you felt as he traced his fingers across the bulge in your throat, feeling himself growing closer to the edge at how ruined you already were. your pretty face was covered in a concoction of your tears, your drool, and his precum. should you have been once wearing mascara, expect it to be strewn across your face the next time you looked in the mirror. attempts to tell him that you were sorry for how you'd acted out were futile, instead coming out as messy gurgles while you choked on his cock. scaramouche could feel how tight your throat was getting, pushing him closer to the edge. he wanted to bury his cum deep in your throat and watch you splutter.

"waste a single drop and you'll be punished. understand?" your vicious nods were pathetic. he couldn't help but smile at how stupid you looked, nor could he help how hot he found it. his hot seed burned your throat as it spilled from him. scara pulled out, giving you a brief moment to recover. you couldn't help but splutter as he did so. the man crouched next to the bed, admiring his artistry on your face. thick strings of milky white accentuated your features, though he could only respond with that saccharine expression you loved so much. "what's this?" he gathered some of his cum together on his fingers, making sure you could see it despite your head still being upside down. before you could respond, he was wiping his digits on your bruised lips.

scaramouche sat down on the mattress, helping you up. he didn't remove the bindings from your wrists, only using a cloth from his bedside to clean up some of the mess on your face. he then grabbed you viciously, throwing you onto his lap. he pulled up your skirt, barely giving you a moment to adjust before he brought his hand down onto your ass. you wore no panties, per his request. he liked to keep you ready for him at all times, and in all honesty the material always end up in shreds. you whined at the impact, the sting bringing tears to your eyes once again.

"count, you stupid bitch. 's at least fifty for how fucking despicable you've been today."

"w-w-" it was difficult to speak when was treating you like this, let alone with the strain your throat had already faced.

"lost your voice already? did i fuck your mouth that good?" scara mocked. he dragged two calloused fingers between your folds, transfixed by the string of slick that connected him to you. "what's all this then? too bad only good pets get rewarded. now count, you dumb whore."

"on-one," you stuttered. he kept hitting you and you kept counting, the pain going straight to your cunt. crystalline drops began falling from your eyes around the twentieth strike. the harbinger didn't care, only growing more aroused by his pathetic little painslut. you felt dizzy from the stimulation, being pushed further than normal. usually scaramouche would take some time to prepare you, or would at least be somewhat lenient with his punishments. when you felt yourself slowly slipping out of consciousness, overwhelmed at the pain, you decided to call it. not so little as a shred of gentleness was evident in the man's actions until "red" fell from your lips. he instantly halted, nimble fingers making quick work of your restraints and hands rubbing and soothing your bruised skin.

"shh, it's okay," thick globs of tears trailed down your cheeks as you sobbed. scaramouche pulled you into his lap for a moment, letting you cry into his chest. "sorry, my dove, i shouldn't have been so harsh," your cries began to dull as he caressed your hair, showing you a side that was reserved especially for you. "let me get you some water, sweetheart. i'll be quick." scaramouche laid you on his side of the bed, allowing you to breathe in the scent of his pillow. you felt light-headed, whether it be from pain or pleasure remained unclear. your eyelids grew heavy, almost dozing off without a second thought. you were only interrupted by your lover coming back into the room, a glass of water in one hand and a warm cloth in the other. he helped you up, lifting the glass to your lips. your hands trembled as you tried to take it from him, though you felt too weak. instead you just held his wrist with both of your hands, tilting the cup to retrieve some of the liquid. you sipped at it slowly, scaramouche acting ever so patient. he cooed little "well done"s and praised you for being so good as you drank. once you were done, he used the warm cloth to clean up your face. his touch was delicate, a stark contrast to that of before.

"'orry," your weak attempt at an apology only made the man hush you.

"don't be, my dove. it's why we have a safe word. now let me take care of you, please." his voice was silky sweet, filling you with a warmth that could thaw at even the thickest of ice. he kept you in his arms as he carried you to the bathroom, filling the tub with hot water and products to soothe your aching body. scaramouche removed your clothes with this gentleness before sitting you in the water. he washed you without saying a word, truly communicating his love. he did his best to suppress the guilt he felt for hurting the only person in this world that he cared for, despite trying to rationalize it by recalling your consent. when he was satisfied that you were clean, he would dry you off and help you dress in something comfortable. he'd lay you back on the bed, letting you doze off before fixing himself up at a record speed, wanting nothing more than to have you in his arms, protecting you as you rested.

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[kiatheinsomniac]

I absolutely love that your requests are open! Can you write a NSFW drabble about being a tribute from a small village that's offered to Brother Day as a gift? 😈

Notes: there are nowhere near enough Brother Day x Reader smuts out there so I am so glad to be asked to put some more out there

Pairing: Brother Day x Reader

Word count: 0.5k

Warnings: NSFW, riding, creampie

☾ ⋆ﾟ  MASTERLIST / RULES / TAGLIST FORM

Tribute

Your back was pushed into the stone of the altar with each thrust, almost uncomfortably so, but it was made bearable by the immense pleasure pooling between your thighs. 

You were dressed in amber silk, hiked up around your waist, the matching veil pushed back over your head. The sounds of moans and skin meeting were joined by the clinks of the chains and gems that covered your body in a show of the wealth of the mines that your village was renowned for. 

With a hand on the back of his neck, you pulled Brother Day down into a searing kiss, back arching up to press your clothed chest to his, wishing that you could have removed the dress for the ritual to feel more of his skin against yours. 

You had volunteered to be offered as a tribute to the visiting Emperor – you had already seen how he looked from your holos and it seemed a good, if not the only, opportunity to get out of this damned village where you would never have a chance at seeing the rest of your own planet, let alone the rest of the Empire. You had been dressed in traditional silks and jewellery, waited on like a deity by the temple attendants who had always looked down on you and everyone else who worked in the village and now you were sleeping with the most powerful man in the Empire. Who would pass up such opportunities? 

Though, the stone against your back was growing increasingly difficult to ignore and so you pushed yourself up, rotating your hips to turn the two of you over, hands landing on the Emperor’s clothed chest, his armour tossed to the floor long before now. Using your hands to steady yourself, you began to rise your hips up before letting them fall back down in long and deep thrusts, throwing your head back at the new angle and feeling the Emperor’s hands come up to grab your hips, sliding back to cup the softness of your ass under the silk of your dress. You looked down at him through lidded eyes when his hips began pushing up to meet you, breaking his collected facade. 

“I’m here just for you…” You sighed out, feeling yourself teetering on the edge of orgasm, “So come for me, Empire.” You smiled as his grip on your body only tensed even more, hips meeting yours more erratically as the thrusts grew firmer and faster, shallower too. “I’m not going anywhere so just come for me.” One of your hands left his chest to press against your own clit, needing very little friction before you tumbled over the edge, back arching and crying out as you finished. You felt him pull you down firmly onto his lap as your orgasm set off his, walls tightening around him as he painted the walls of your cunt white with his cum. 

You allowed yourself to slowly lean down until you were resting against his chest, head buried in the crook of his neck as the two of you panted, trying to regain your breaths. When your heart slowed some, you went to push yourself up on your arms to get off, prepared to offer to clean the two of you up but his hands gripped your hips, preventing you from sliding off him. 

“What happened to you not going anywhere? I’m far from finished with you.”

[miyaagis]

oikawa is a handsome man, there’s no denying it. he might be twice your age but his trademark charm never fails to lure you in. too bad he’s your dad’s best friend

+ pairing. oikawa t. / fem reader

+ word c. 2,730

+ warnings. age gap, alcohol, mild degradation, mindbreak, noncon filming, squirting, watersports, mating press, one (1) slap in the ass, u call him uncle but he isn’t, so pseudo-cest? no beta we die like men

+ author n. my piece for the miki mouse whorehouse collab ♡ three weeks late, yes

the mid-afternoon sun burns above you, your exposed skin glowing under its blaze as you try to ignore the bickering of your dad’s friends.

oikawa’s playlist blasts through the speakers, the one with latin songs and that he’s been listening to since he went to argentina (according to uncle makki). you hum along with the beat unconsciously, so close to dozing off that you miss the sound of the approaching steps.

“a drink for the princess.”

flirty brown eyes meet yours through the tinted glass of your sunglasses, his handsome smile making your heart skip as you sit up and take the cold drink from his hands.

oikawa takes the seat next to you, handing his phone over to you to let you choose the next song. his fingers trace the rim of his beer bottle as he watches you type something on the screen before leaning back against the chair.

“my dad will yell at you for giving me alcohol,” you peer up at him, taking the straw between your lips.

he takes a long sip of his beer in hopes of calming down the myriad of thoughts swirling in his mind. it’s sinful how the wet fabric of your swimsuit clings onto your form while you lie under the sun—unbothered. but it’s even worse how the star of those thoughts it’s his best friend’s daughter.

“you’re an adult, you’re allowed to have fun.”

you scoff, “tell him that.”

iwaizumi has never been a strict parent but he likes to play the overprotective dad role every once in a while.

“he’s your dad. it’s kind of his job,” he tilts his head in his friend’s direction, his stare serious before switching into a playful one, “and mine is to be the cool uncle.”

you can’t help but snort, “who said you were cool?”

oikawa fake gasps at your statement, but his posture immediately tenses up as uneasiness takes over his body. 

he doesn’t have an idea when it all started, or when did the playful banter between you two turned into this unbearable sexual tension. many nights he has been haunted in his dreams by your cute but taunting smile, poking fun at him until his lips land on yours, and kissing you until you’re reduced to a pathetic whimpering mess.

“–kawa you asshole!”

hanamaki’s voice snaps him out of his trance, both of your heads turning to look at said man as he scolds matsukawa for spilling his drink on the table.

“don’t stay under the sun for too long,” oikawa suddenly stands up, shooting you a forced smirk, “or you’ll get wrinkles.”

you stick your tongue out at him and watch him walk away, staring at his back while a silly smile settles on your lips.

—

the sun has already set when you make your way inside.

you ignore the two drunk men passed out on the couch as you look around for your dad, but when you fail to catch sight of him, you decide to take a look in the kitchen.

oikawa’s shirtless back greets you, his muscles bulging under his tanned skin as he seems to be struggling with a bottle of wine.

“you’re doing it wrong.”

he immediately halts his movements and turns to look at you, “i’m sorry?”

you smirk, “you’re forgiven.”

he scoffs at your little joke, but when you see the hint of a smirk tugging his lips upwards you know he’s enjoying it as much as you are. with a push of your hips, you shove him aside and grab the corkscrew from his hands.

“this, is how you do it.”

he leans on the kitchen counter with his elbow as he observes you do your thing, “you’re being too awfully cocky lately.”

“not my fault you can’t open a wine bottle the right way,” you shrug before smiling triumphantly once it's open, taking a swig of the bottle.

it’s probably the way your eyes gleam under the dim lights, or how your lips look plump and glossy after drinking the wine. either way, the words leave oikawa’s mouth before he can think twice.

“oh? care to tell me what else i don’t do the right way?”

you watch as he takes the bottle from your hands and takes a sip, “you’d be surprised. i know more than what you may think.”

“i doubt it.”

“try me.”

the words hang in the air, the hidden meaning begging to be addressed but you stare at each other in silence, your chests heaving up as you wait for the other to make a move.

“do you know what’s been on my mind lately?” he’s the first one to break the silence, his figure looming above you while his hand moves to rest on your hip.

your breath hitches as you shake your head. gone is the playful gleam in your eyes, his stare feeling as if he’s a predator and you the helpless prey.

“you.”

he pauses, gauging your reaction while you feel your heart pounding wildly in your chest.

“oi!” 

you both jump at the sound of your dad’s voice. iwaizumi stands behind you with his car keys on hand, exhaustion evident in his posture.

“they’re hammered, i’m going to drive them home. you need a ride?”

the question’s directed at oikawa, who’s suddenly feeling like a deer caught in the headlights.

did he see anything? he wonders. but the tired look in his best friend’s face lets him know he doesn’t suspect a thing.

“nah, i’m good,” the odd look iwaizumi sends his way prompts him to come up with an excuse, “i’ll clean up and then i’ll be on my way out.”

on a normal day, iwaizumi would’ve refused. but if he could escape your mom’s wrath after the mess they made, then he’d take it in a heartbeat. good thing she’s out on her casino night.

“thanks, man. see you around.”

you both watch as he exits the kitchen, the tense atmosphere remaining even after hearing the front door close behind the three men.

you can’t help but deflate a bit, sensing the ‘moment’ between you is gone.

“where were we?”

your eyes widen and refuse to meet his, choosing to fiddle with your fingers as you repeat what he said earlier in a small voice, “you said… you said you were thinking of me.”

oikawa has to stop himself from cooing at your nervousness, humming instead as he takes one step in your direction.

“mhm, all day,” his hands snake around your waist to pull you flush against him, “i’ve been thinking about fucking you.” 

a small gasp leaves your mouth, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“you enjoyed teasing me, didn’t you? parading around in that slutty swimsuit of yours with your tits spilling out of your bra?”

he hauls you up by your waist and places you on the granite counter, settling himself between your legs, “i could see your nipples getting hard, begging to be kissed,” one of his hands leaves your waist and moves upwards to pinch your nipple. he can’t help but coo at the faint whimper that escapes your lips, “hmm, so cute.”

oikawa’s lips connect with yours, his other hand holding you by the back of your head while the other keeps rubbing the hardened nub. once his tongue glides into your mouth, breathless moans fill the kitchen.

“a-ah, uncle tooru,” you run your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.

he starts to make his way down, kissing your neck and collarbone before he reaches your chest. his teeth graze your hard nipple, toying with it while a large hand moves down between your legs and pushes the fabric covering your pussy aside.

two long fingers prod between your folds, sliding in easily and making you groan.

“naughty girl, so wet already,” he rasps in your ear, throat dry at the sight of your wet folds.

the wetness dripping from your hole immediately coats his digits, making it easier for him to tease your insides. the pads of his index and middle fingers curl upwards to touch the soft walls, massaging them in slow movements.

“mm, fuck–” it’s exhilarating how good he’s making you feel just with his fingers, pulling moans so effortlessly out of you.

“feels good, hm?”

“yes, yes, so so good–” your head falls limp against his shoulder, your hands resting on his biceps as you try to hold onto something, “please… faster.”

the pace of his hand picks up while his thumb brushes over your clit, watching you lose yourself in the pleasure. his cock hardens at the filthy sounds of your pussy sucking his fingers in and your wanton moans.

“so needy,” he murmurs, a breathless chuckle falling right in your ear, “be a doll and cum for me. will you? c’mon, baby. i know you can do it.”

your grip on his shoulders tightens, his encouraging words awakening something in you that has you cumming right after. warmth floods your body as you chant his name desperately, the friction of his finger against your clit prolonging your high and making it difficult to catch your breath.

it takes you a minute to recover from the daze, his body-heat overwhelming you and fogging up your mind.

it’s not until he takes his fingers out of your dripping core and has a taste of your juices when he truly feels the lust take over him.

oikawa immediately picks you up from the kitchen counter, your legs wrapping around his torso as he blindly makes his way to your room.

his mouth moves hungrily against yours, your bodies occasionally colliding against the walls since you refuse to let go of each other. once you reach your bedroom, he pushes the door open and places you on the bed, climbing on top of you and latching his mouth onto your neck.

“baby, i need to– hmm,” the roll of your hips against his front causes his cock to twitch in his shorts, “need to fuck you.”

your eyes close when he moves your bra down and starts sucking on your nipple, one of your hands tangling in his hair and pushing his face onto your chest.

“want you so badly, please.”

“don’t worry, princess. i’ll make you cum again, so many times, and fill your needy cunt with my cum,” he murmurs against your chest, his tongue gliding over the sensitive skin while he rolls his hips against your core, “you’re gonna be a good little slut for me, right? bounce on my cock like a bitch in heat?”

you have never heard something so filthy leave his mouth, the promise of another orgasm sending a jolt down to your center.

“y-yes, i’ll do whatever you want! just please, fuck me.”

“yes, what?” his eyes glint with malice as he looks down at you, waiting for you to reply.

“yes... sir.”

a captivating smile graces his lips as he moves up from your chest to your face, his mouth hovering right above yours, “good girl.”

before you can process his words, he flips you on top of him, his hands going straight to your ass and squeezing the flesh. you notice the hardness underneath you and you have to stop yourself from bucking your hips against it.

with a tap on your butt, he signals you to lift your hips, taking off his shorts and turning to the side to place them somewhere. but in your drunken state, all you can focus on is on the cock in front of you, the flushed head glistening with pre-cum and causing your mouth to water.

he’s turning around when you wrap a hand around his girth, making him jolt under you before you lift your eyes to stare back at him.

“patience, baby. i’m not going anywhere,” he chuckles at the same time you rub his cock between your folds. his eyes stare intensely at you, watching you coat him with your juices before aligning him with your hole, “shit, i wish i could watch you like this forever.”

“you can have me whenever you want, sir. i’m yours.”

his cock parts your lower lips as you start sinking down, the vein on the underside of his shaft rubbing deliciously against your walls until he’s bottoming out. his hands rest on your hips, letting you get used to the stretch before he starts to rock you back and forth, slowly.

“feels so good… m-more.”

strong arms wrap around your waist, bringing your torso down until your breasts are pressed against his chest. his thrusts become intense, making you squeal as his laugh reverberates in his chest. he slaps your ass with one hand, groaning when your walls clamp down around him.

“tightest cunt i’ve ever fucked,” he groans.

“h-harder, fuck me harder,” you plead and, in a matter of seconds, he’s ramming his cock into you just like you asked. the friction of his length against your insides makes you dizzy, your mind wandering to how would it feel to be filled with his seed, “god– ugh, want your cum.”

“hm? my pretty little cumslut wants to milk me dry?”

he pushes you up as he slows down his pace, whines leaving your mouth in frustration. oikawa helps you bounce on top of him, his pelvic bone brushing against your swollen clit which causes your orgasm to approach faster than expected.

“‘m so close,” your rhythm falters, hips moving back and forth desperately in search of that delicious friction, “gonna cum, sir. please, make me cum.”

oikawa’s grip on your hips tightens, one of his hands moving down to your clit and rubbing it in fast circles, “shit– so tight,” he moans when you clench your muscles around his cock, feeling it twitch inside of you, “fuck, fuck, i’m cumming!”

he barely manages to rasp out before warm spurts of cum paint your walls, his cock throbbing against them while he keeps moving in and out of your hole. you follow suit, your pussy trembling around him as you both ride out your orgasms.

his cock visibly twitches once it's out of your cunt, lying flat on his stomach while white cum slowly drips on top of it. spreading your asscheeks, he stares at your glistening cunt and watches your juices coat him before flipping you onto your back. his entire weight rests on top of you, caging you in a mating press and entering your raw walls again.

“s-sir, no more! ‘m too sensitive– ah,” your legs are shaking at the overstimulation, his cock reaching so deep that you can feel it nudging at your cervix.

he grunts as he keeps thrusting into you, his balls slapping against your ass while you try to fight him, “one more, baby.”

“i-i can’t! no, no, no, please...” your nails dig in his muscles, a futile attempt to get him to slow down.

the slapping of skin on skin is loud, your cries encouraging him to drill harder into your pussy until he’s flooding it with his thick cum.

“shit, princess. of course you can. isn’t this what you wanted? you’re such a slut for me, i’ve known it all this time.”

you know you want to cum, but another tingling feeling settles on your belly and, after a perfectly directed thrust from his part, you gush around his cock.

“holy shit.”

everything seems to stop around you, drooling and babbling nonsense as you’re sent into a high that leaves your mind floating, your body growing limp under oikawa as he continues to fuck your hole until he’s filling it again.

the euphoria stops you from noticing when he pulls out, also missing how he remains above you with his softening cock in hand and pumping it slowly. a groan escapes your mouth when a sudden warmth soaks your sweaty skin, making you close your eyes and bask in it.

“fuck, baby,” he angles his cock in your direction, allowing his piss to pour down onto your ruined pussy and down your bedsheets, “look at you, my pretty little slut.

your craving for him was so powerful that you failed to notice the phone standing on your bedside table, angled directly at you. even when familiar moans blare through its speakers after oikawa picks it up, smiling down at it as he readies himself to enter you once more.

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[noteguk]

bad influence | jjk | m

— summary; in which you know Jungkook is a bad influence on you, but you can’t avoid falling for him every time. 

— contents and warnings; pwp, badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, car sex, dirty talk, fingering, hair pulling, breast play, jk has a big dick and an attitude, unprotected sex (condoms are your friends), jk being kind of a douche, use of the word “slut”, cum eating, creampie, cockwarming, possessiveness, he slaps her ass like once, enemies to fuckbuddies pretty much 

— words; 4.5k

— author’s note; I got carried away because I don’t know how to control myself!!! Also bad boy Jungkook is a fucking concept and I’m exhausted. Have fun. //  BAD INFLUENCE COLLECTION

You didn’t even know who you were trying to convince when you told yourself that you wouldn’t fall for Jungkook’s cheap charms anymore because, clearly, that wasn’t working. Every time you saw him, every dumb promise you made in front of the mirror came crumbling down, erasing your defenses along with it. 

That whole “falling for the bad boy” fiasco was really pathetic, and you knew that terribly well. You thought you had prepared yourself well enough to see through that mess of testosterone and leather jackets, of hollow smirks and messy dark hair. You knew better than to get involved with someone that didn’t take anything seriously and, worse, that mocked you for doing the opposite. 

You knew that Jeon Jungkook was nothing but trouble and, yet, you came crawling back to him every single time.  

“Fuck,” he moaned against your mouth, his eyes flickering shut at another roll of your hips. His voice was so deep, so rough, that you felt yourself clenching around nothing, a small whimper dripping from your lips as you pressed your panties against his bulge one more time. “You should wear skirts more often, you look like a sexy schoolgirl.”

You rolled your eyes, struggling to keep your balance on his lap. Straddling him on the driver seat of his car really wasn’t how you thought your night out would end, but it wasn’t all that surprising either. “I fucking hate you sometimes,” you spat.

Jungkook smirked, taking one of his large hands to the back of your head. “Only sometimes? I should try harder, then.”

You were left without a chance to respond because, within a second, he was pressing his lips against yours in a deep, sensual kiss. Jungkook always made out with you like he was about to lose you, like he was drowning and you were his last, desperate gush of air. Jungkook had been the only one who had ever kissed you like that, so messy, but yet so passionate; every curl of his tongue against yours making you melt in his embrace. You, of course, would never tell him how much you liked it, your pride would never allow you to do so.

His palm was firm and hot against your cheek, tilting your head slightly to the side so he could deepen the kiss. His other hand was tenderly placed on your hips, guiding them as you continued to grind against his clothed erection. The air inside his car was so heavy that you felt as if you couldn’t even breathe, only small whimpers echoing between your mouths at the gentle caresses of your clit against the fabric of his pants. 

But, as much as Jungkook was having fun, that grinding session was starting to annoy him a bit. He had been waiting to have you all night — going through the motions of boring bar conversations and brushing off the shameless flirting of other girls — and he wasn’t going to spend his sweet time just dry humping you like you two were horny teenagers. 

So, he took his shot as you raised your hips from his. Before you could move your body down once again, one of his hands traveled beneath the hem of your skirt, his nails pressing down on the skin of your thighs as he made his way towards your pussy. Jungkook had been daydreaming about your cunt wrapping around his cock for far too long then, and he needed to remind himself of how good that felt. 

“Fuck, babygirl, look at you… You’re soaked and I didn’t even touch you yet.” Jungkook smirked wickedly, his fingers faintly tracing its way up and down your clothed folds. You shivered at the contact, biting on your lip to avoid moaning out — he, of course, noticed that. He had quite the natural talent when it came to seeing what made you tick. “Why are you holding back, baby? Afraid that someone will hear you?” 

Your only response was a shaky breath from your nose, the words far too complicated to leave your mouth. Only Jungkook, in all of his great self, was able to make you such a mess so quickly, and you hated your body for being so reactive under his touches. It was the expectation, you noticed, the anticipation of knowing how well he fucked you, of knowing he was only taking his time before ruining you. 

Without hesitation, he pulled your panties to the side and placed two of his fingers between your pussy lips, barely brushing your entrance. Jungkook covered his digits with your wetness and moved them toward your clit, pressing them delicately on your sensitive nub. “I asked you a question, baby.” 

A bit overwhelmed, you breathed out, trying to keep yourself composed. It was almost impossible when it came to him. “Yeah, I don’t want people to know,” you admitted. 

He knew that, of course. It was a common worry amongst the two of you — especially when Jungkook had such a thing when it came to risky places to have sex in. Fucking you in his car, right outside the bar where you two had accidentally ran into each other, was far from being one of the most out-there situations he had created. 

“Hm? Know what?” He continued playing his self-indulgent game, pressing down on your clit. Your body jilted at the contact, mouth parting slightly and hands resting on his broad shoulders as he began slowly moving in circles over your sweet spot. “That pretty little ___ isn’t such a good girl, after all?” 

“J-Jungkook,” his name was a pathetic moan that died on your tongue, barely a whispered plea as he continued his advances on your clit. You had broken down so easy and so fast, you didn’t even remember you had once promised yourself that you would never come back to his bad boy shenanigans. 

But it was so, so hard to keep yourself away from him. You were only human, and Jungkook was this little demon ruining you just a bit more every time. 

“Are you worried that they’ll know that, beneath all those good grades, all those nights spent studying in your room, all that fucking charity work...” His fingers pressed harshly against your clit and your back arched, making you almost hit the steering wheel behind you. The thought of accidentally pressing down the horn made your blood run cold, and you forced yourself to lean back against his chest. “That under all that, you’re still a slut for my cock?” 

Your eyes fluttered shut, pleasure starting to climb up your spine as his voice guided you towards the past. All the times you snuck out during the night, all the times he fucked you raw after just bickering with you in front of your friends. All the times you told everyone that he was just a pile of trouble, and yet you begged for him to bury himself between your thighs until you were crying out his name. Really, it was difficult to find a bratty clapback when he was fucking you senseless, and Jungkook seemed to like that discovery just as much as you. 

And still, sometimes he didn’t like when you didn’t answer him. 

“You’re so shy all of a sudden…” he trailed off, taking one of his hands to pull up your crop top. He didn’t take it off, especially when he knew you’d freak out being topless in a public parking lot, he just needed to have better access to your bra. “You aren’t this quiet when you’re around other people, though. Always mocking me, being so mean…” 

“Don’t play the victim, you do the same to me,” you found the strength to respond, making Jungkook stop his motions on your clit right away. You sighed in frustration, your shoulders falling as you watched him lick his lips. “Why did you stop?”

“I’m waiting,” he said.

“For what?” 

“For an answer, baby.” He smirked. “You’re so mean. You always leave me hanging.” 

“That’s not true,” you said, taking your hands to his nape. There, you played with the strands of his hair, making him groan after a harsh pull. “What’s the question?” 

Jungkook hummed, taking his free hand to your bra and cupping one of your breasts — his other one was still paused, hovering over your clit like an unspoken promise. “Do people know?” He repeated, unclamping your bra with one swift motion and pushing it up along with your top. “Do they know how much of a dirty girl you are?” 

You swallowed hard and pushed your body against his fingers, trying to find some more friction. “I’m not,” you said, but could not believe your own words. “It’s just—“

The lie vanished the second that his lips found your nipple, his velvety tongue coming out to circle around it before he gave you a harsh suck. You pressed yourself closer to his mouth at the contact, and you could no longer hide the needy moan that escaped you — which seemed to satisfy Jungkook. 

“You’re not?” He spoke as he pulled away from your breast. Jungkook’s fingers slithered away from your clit and dove inside your pussy without further warning, making you cry out his name. No matter how many times you touched yourself, your fingers could never compare to his larger ones, making you stretch out so sweetly around them. “So why are you soaking my fingers like this? That’s so filthy, baby...” 

You clenched your teeth. “God, you’re so annoying.” 

“And you’re so wet,” this time, however, the mockery in his voice had faded a bit, giving space to a newfound wave of lust. As much as Jungkook loved to tease you, he was quite fast to break too — and the lewd sounds of your pussy were making him lose his mind. “Are you remembering all the times I fucked you before? All the times I pounded this tight pussy until you were crying? Begging for my cock?” 

God, you could feel as the heat started to spread down your body, guided by his words alone. When you spoke again, your voice wasn’t as firm as you expected. “J-Jungkook, that’s not…”

“Not what, baby?” He interrupted, tilting his head to the side. You hated how clothed he was, but you couldn’t deny that you wanted to ride him like that — in that stupid leather jacket of his. “You didn’t like it?”

“I- I did.” It was getting hard to think when his thick fingers were pumping in and out of you so well. “I loved it.”

Those words left your throat before you could stop yourself, and your heart almost sank when you realized you had actually praised Jungkook, local douchebag, for something. You knew that he wouldn’t let that go anytime soon. “Loved being fucked like a good slut, right?” He asked, moving his fingers faster. You moaned especially loud when he started pushing them apart, scissoring you. 

“Yes,” you gasped, utterly defeated at that point. 

“Hmmm… so let me ask you again, and I expect a direct answer this time,” Jungkook said, leaning his head against the crook of your neck. His voice was a cloud of heat against your skin, vibrating up and down your body. “Do people know that you’re a slut for my cock?”

“No,” you finally responded, fingers digging on his hair. Your pleasure was increasing so fast that you knew it was just a matter of time before you were cumming around his fingers, like you had done so many times before. “Only you know, Jungkook.” 

That seemed to really satisfy him, because it was his turn to grunt against your flesh. The sound of his voice, so hoarse and guttural, made you clench around his fingers. “You’re getting so tight, baby.” He breathed out, unable to hide the desire that coated his words. Jungkook really needed to feel that delicious pussy of yours around his cock before he went insane. “Close?”

This time, your answer didn’t take long to come out. “Yes.”

“I have another question for you,” he started, and you would've rolled your eyes at him if you weren’t so awfully close to your high. “Do you wanna come on my cock or my fingers?”

“Both, please,” you moaned out and rolled your hips against his hand, dignity long forgotten. You wondered what your friends would say if they knew you were pleading for Jungkook, of all people, to make you cum. 

“Not both, you have to pick one.” Jungkook stopped his movements for the second time that night, and you couldn’t help cursing out at the absence of motion. You clenched around his fingers, making a sly smirk spread across his features. “I’m feeling especially greedy tonight.”

“Fuck you,” you said, taking a moment to organize your thoughts. As much as you really, really needed to cum, the idea of not having Jungkook’s dick inside you was much worse than waiting just a few more minutes to have it. “Your cock.”

He smiled and, for a moment, he almost looked innocent. Almost. “I thought so,” Jungkook teased, giving you one final pump of his fingers and watching as you bit your lip at the abrupt feeling. “I know you love it.” 

You scoffed. “You have such an attitude.” 

“Maybe,” Jungkook said as he removed his fingers from your pussy, watching how they shimmered, coated by your wetness. He looked up at you and took his hand towards your mouth. “Let me see you taste it,” he told you, tapping on your bottom lip. Obedient, you opened your mouth for him, allowing for his digits to slither inside. With a whimper, you sucked him like you would his cock, curling your tongue around him in a way that left Jungkook cursing out. “So fucking hot.” 

His eyes were focused on your mouth as he pulled his fingers away from it, swallowing dry at the “pop” sound it made when it left your lips. “Now,” he almost groaned, “let me taste it.” 

Jungkook crashed his mouth on yours, making you moan against his kiss once again. His tongue hungrily danced with yours, searching for your taste as his hands grabbed your ass, pressing you down against his aching member. You never wanted something as much as you wanted to feel him inside you right then, and Jungkook also didn’t want to wait any longer. 

He smirked against your mouth when he heard the sound of his zipper opening, your hands working fast to pull his pants down. “I told you that you love my cock.”

“God,” you complained, pulling at the hem of his pants. Jungkook raised his hips from the seat so you could slide them down, bringing his underwear along with it. “Do you ever stop talking?” 

“Only when you let me eat you out.” His cock had sprung free, resting against his abdomen as your hands moved to grab it. Again, another compliment that you would never give him, but Jungkook had one of the prettiest (and biggest) dicks you had ever seen; already so enlarged and red-tipped, leaking with pre-cum. Just looking at it made you horny, and it wasn’t long before you were taking it in your hand, giving it a few pumps before brushing your thumb over his crown, spreading his wetness all over it. “Fuck, that feels good.” 

The pleasure in his voice almost blinded you for a moment, making you forget what had been your intention in the first place. However, as you felt yourself clenching around nothing, you came back to your senses. 

“I wanna feel your warm little cunt around me, baby,” Jungkook breathed out, watching as your hand continued to pump him. 

“You’re lucky I’m feeling especially nice tonight,” you told him, placing your thighs closer to his center. With a grunt of expectation, Jungkook’s eyes followed as you raised your skirt with one hand and guided his cock towards your heat with the other one. “Ready to make your schoolgirl fantasy come to life?” 

He opened his lips to respond, but his voice was lost the second that you pressed his tip against your opening, coating his cock with your warmness. “Fuck, baby,” he moaned, hands grabbing your ass as you sank down on him. 

“Oh, God,” you whined as you bottomed out, your walls pulsating around him as you got used to his size. No matter how many times he fucked you, you couldn’t get used to his large size and the amazing way he filled you up like no one else could. “Jungkook, you’re so big.” 

That was another comment that, unfortunately, you could not hold back. Because you hated yourself, that was why. “You can take it, baby,” he said, pressing down on your ass. “Be a good girl and take everything.” 

With his added force, you sank down until you had all of him inside you, practically sitting against his thighs by the time you were done. Taken away by the delicious feeling of his thick cock inside you, you started slowly setting a pace, moving up just so you could crash back down; the sound of skin on skin filling the still, muffled atmosphere of his car. 

“Shiiiiit, ____, you’re so tight.” He breathed out heavy, watching the way your bodies connected; the way his dick was coated by your wetness. “I can’t get used to it, it’s the best pussy I’ve ever had.” 

Now it was your time to be carried away by his compliments. It was stupid, but having Jungkook praise you (especially after he spent most of his days making fun of you) had you feeling over the moon. Before you could hold yourself back, you were already setting up a rhythm, bouncing up and down on him in a way that got him seeing stars; moaning in delight every time you rolled your hips on him. 

“Fuck, yeah, ride this cock,” Jungkook groaned, thowing his head back against the seat. His hair was a mess, falling over his eyes and gluing against his sweaty forehead; and yet he looked like sin incarnated as you fucked yourself onto him. Those saliva-coated lips, those furrowed eyebrows, and the deep, hungry gaze that he sent you way every time you sunk down on him would be the death of you. 

Jungkook breathed out as you started to pick up your pace, your hands pressing down on his shoulders as your ass bounced against his thighs. “Such a good slut,” he praised breathlessly, taking one of his hands to brush a strand of hair away from your eyes.  “Such a filthy little thing.” 

Pride forgotten, you knew what he wanted to hear. “O-only for you,” your words were a confusing mess of syllables, mind drunk on the feeling of his big cock pumping in and out of you. Only Jungkook could fill you up like that, only he could make you such a mess so quickly. 

“Oh, I know, baby.” His palm came down heavy against the globe of your ass, stinging your skin and making you cry out in an amazing mixture of pain and desire. You whimpered at the feeling that his slap left behind, your eyes dazed and unfocused as you looked down at the boy. “This pussy is all mine.” 

You called out his name as he started thrusting up, the force of his movements increasing your pleasure immensely. You loved when Jungkook started to get rough with you, when he started to use you like you were just a doll for him to seek his own high. 

He pulled on your hair, making your head tilt backwards and presenting him with a glorious view of your neck. Jungkook groaned against your flesh, his lips and tongue attacking your skin in a way that you knew would leave marks the following day — just the way he liked it. “I want to fuck you forever,” he moaned, “Wanna make this pussy so messy with my cum. Mark it as my own.”

“It’s yours, Jungkook,” you told him, lost in the buildup of your pleasure. “It’s all yours.”

He groaned, and the force of his hips snapping against yours only increased. Weak, you allowed your body to tumble against his strong chest, letting him use you the way he wanted it. 

“Such a tight and wet pussy for me,” he moaned out through clenched teeth. Jungkook looked almost animalistic then, only wanting to fuck you until his stamina ran out. “Say my name, baby.”

“J-Jungkook,” you gasped. 

“Louder,” he hissed, buckling his hips higher. The feeling of his cock thrusting upwards and reaching even deeper inside you got you seeing stars, eyes rolling back and mouth falling open. “I want everyone to hear it. Hear how good I make you feel, hear that this pussy is all mine.” 

Any other time, you would refuse to do something so absurd — but, at that moment, your mind was floating far away from that car, and all that you wanted was to be a good girl for him. “Jungkook!” you called his name louder, moaning out at you felt his cock throbbing inside you. 

“Again,” he rasped out, his jaw clenching. 

“Jungkook, fuck!” You almost yelled out, the world turning into nothing as you continued to fuck yourself on his cock. Moments like those were wonderful: all your problems went away, and you could only focus on the way he made you feel so deliciously full. 

“Ah, that’s it, shit,” he cursed out, member throbbing inside your pussy, “I’m gonna fucking cum.” 

You cried out at the thought, wanting nothing more than to see him cuming because of you. “C-Cum inside me, please.”

“Yeah, baby,” he said, his voice lost in pleasure. You could feel his desperation from the way his hips crashed against yours with much more force, hitting deep inside you. “Take everything.” 

His mind went blank when you clenched around his cock, wiping everything away from him but the delicious feeling of your walls sinking down on him. Jungkook looked like he was in a haze, his eyes unfocused and teeth sinking on his lip, barely watching the way he disappeared inside you. He only needed a bit more to be pushed over the edge. 

“Please, fill me up, Jungkook,” you begged. His eyes darted towards yours, watching your face. He could see that you had tears pooling at the corner of your eyes, a faint heat in your cheeks. God, he had completely ruined you. “Please, I need your cum.” 

And that was it. His orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, a deep groan leaving his throat as he spilled himself inside you, hearing the lewd sounds of your wetness as he continued to thrust up against your pussy. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cursed, head falling against the seat once more. Jungkook’s eyes closed as he felt the last drops of his cum being milked by you, his mind a jumble of broken words and disconnected ideas. “Oh, fuck, baby, fuck. Take it, baby, fuck...” 

Of course you did as he asked, and you took every drop of his cum until it was starting to spill out of you. You couldn’t even look down, but you were sure that you were a complete mess between your legs. “J-Jungkook, I’m so close,” you cried out, drunk on the feeling of his thrusts. 

“God, that’s it.” He pressed down on your hips, overwhelmed with the feeling of your walls clenching around his sensitive member. Jungkook loved it, though, loved seeing you cum around his cock like it was all that you ever wanted to do; loved watching your face as you looked at him with so much desperation that he almost grunted out. You really were a precious thing. “Make a mess on my fat cock, come on, baby. Let me see you cum for me.” 

His request was like magic to you, and you came right after, calling his name amidst breathy moans and high-pitched whimpers. Jungkook kept whispering in your ear as you rode your high, praising how good you were for him, how good you felt around him, until you crashed down against his chest, absolutely spent. 

Still, you had experienced enough sexual adventures with Jungkook to know that he still wanted two more things before he called it a night. He had his particular tastes. 

“Let me see it.” Jungkook told you about a minute later, and you knew exactly what he wanted you to do. With your thighs still trembling a little, you leaned back against the steering wheel and pushed your body upwards, letting his dick slip out of you. Jungkook hummed in delight as you pulled up your skirt and he watched his cum dripping down your thighs, painting your folds in a delicate shade of white. He always loved to admire his work. “So fucking pretty… and all mine.”

You had to bite down your lip not to whimper at the touch of his fingertips against your pussy, catching a bit of his cum on them. He took it to his mouth, humming around his digits as he tasted himself. “You always make such a mess,” you complained. 

“Shut up, I always clean it.” Jungkook sighed, looking at you almost tenderly. “You know what I’m gonna ask.”

Yes, you did. 

You sighed. “Fine.”

Jungkook hummed happily as you propped yourself over his cock once again, now half-hard, and placed it back inside you, sinking down until you were sitting on his lap. “Good girl.” He sighed in bliss, his hand caressing your hair as you rested your head against his broad chest. You didn’t understand why Jungkook loved staying inside you after sex, but you couldn’t deny that you weren’t bothered by it. You just liked to pretend as if you were. “Feels so nice.” 

You pressed yourself against his chest. “I hate you.” 

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around your lower back. “No, you don’t.” 

And you hated that he was right.

~ 

BAD INFLUENCE COLLECTION

[blindingdutchy]

Hey, how's your day going? I hope good? Look I'm constantly thinking about water and Tom, like how beautiful is he in water, all wet and well... hot!? Could you please write something about Tom x reader in water? Like bathtub, pool, lake whatever? Tbh I need smut, don't judge me it's been a while 😄 Anyways, could he just fuck me nice and gently and then rough and fast just to be again very gentle at the end or afterwards? Hope you'll feel inspired and do something with it. :)

please this made me so happy wtf

summer nights | t.holland

{tom x fem!reader}

word count: 2,861

warnings: you already know… smut

warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it up folks), fingering, alcohol

“Can we stay here forever?”

Tom’s eyes were sparkling and hazy as he admired you, a wan smile stretching minutely across his face. His teeth practically glowed in the moonlight, and for a brief moment your breath hitched as you gazed at him. He was too beautiful for his own good. “I really wish we could.” he hummed a quiet response.

The night was silent apart from the faint ripple of water that lapped around the two of you, soft billows of steam wafting from the surface and fading away into the air. Tom’s arm was wrapped tightly around your waist, his fingers slipping and sliding across your bare skin as he struggled to keep hold in his slightly intoxicated state. In his other hand was a corona, the glass bottle dripping slow, cold raindrops of condensation into the warm pool—he brought the bottle to his lips and skulled the rest of it before clinking it onto the concrete behind him.

You hadn’t expected to enjoy your impromptu vacation as much as you were, because things generally always went wrong whenever the two of you tried to be spontaneous, but so far things had gone swimmingly. The condo he’d rented was just as private and secluded as it had advertised, no work emergencies had interrupted the sudden holiday on either of your behalves, and even the weather had been cooperatively perfect. Hot, sunny day after day, followed by warm, clear, moonlit nights—you felt as if you could see every star in the sky from here.

None of them compared to the stars in Tom’s eyes, though. Here, in this impeccably warm and deep pool, it was just the two of you; no friends or family, no work or other obligations, no fans… just two lovers wrapped up in the serenity of total, blissful privacy. You hadn’t been able to keep your hands off of each other.

Only on that first day had you ventured to the beach, but the excursion had been short lived to say the least. One look at you in your bikini, your skin positively radiant under the summer sun, and he’d been sweating. Your smile had been absolutely dazzling as you laughed and played around gleefully, splashing in the churning waves that crashed ashore, and he could barely hold himself back from taking you right then and there—innocent bystanders be damned.

Since then you’d spent the majority of your time in bed. Or, alternatively, on the balcony, the plush sofas of the patio, the hard concrete that surrounded the pool, the granite countertops of the kitchen, the shower, and that glorious hot tub. Oh, the hot tub had been your favorite by far—steaming hot water only contested only by steamier kisses across your skin, Tom’s scorching breath and searing words moaning down your ear…

It had turned into a bit of an unspoken mission to have each other in every place that allowed. All that remained was the furniture of the living room, the small dining table, and the pool. The pool which you were submerged in now, your legs wrapped around Tom and his hand gripping your waist tightly, fingers occasionally brushing over the waistband of your swimsuit bottoms. As your thoughts drifted further south, your legs tightened around him.

Tom was leaning his head back against the ledge of the pool, his eyes closed and his breathing slow as he relaxed into the warm water. The relaxation didn’t last for long, though, as you leaned forward and trailed a slow line of kisses down his throat. His breathing sharpened, and you whispered, “Tommy, we haven’t tried the pool yet.”

He blinked down at you, his warm brown eyes taking a moment to focus on your face that was just barely illuminated from the pool lights and the soft beams of the moon. “Oh, really?” he murmured, and his irises darkened at the way you sucked at the skin of his neck teasingly slow, “I think we’ll have to change that.”

It didn’t take long for him to take control. He never did like to let you call the shots, and you weren’t opposed to submitting to his whims; he knew how to please you better than anyone ever had before, sometimes even better than you knew how to treat yourself. Each desire that coursed within him was the same ache that throbbed within your pulse points, the same pang that always sparked to life in your core each time he touched you. You longed for him, all of him, always.

Sliding you further around his waist, Tom turned until he’d backed you into the wall of the pool and his steadily growing length was rutting lazily into your center. Your mind was spinning with the dull stimulation, and you hissed as the rough, painted concrete irritated the old scrapes on your back from when the two of you had checked off the concrete patio on your list. That had been a fun time—rough and messy, just how you liked it, but you’d sorely regretted it the moment a hot shower had seared the little abrasions on your skin.

“I love this bikini on you,” Tom whispered, trailing one finger along the damp shell of fabric that covered your breast, “but I think I like it better off.” You barely noticed the deft way the fingers of his other hand were steadily working to untie your top, until the scrap slipped away from your skin and you were exposed fully to the cold air. “Definitely better off.”

Your nipples hardened into stiff peaks instantaneously, the slightly cooler night air chilling you and erupting goosebumps along your flesh. It was nothing compared to the shivers that wracked your body as Tom’s lips finally found one of your pebbled buds, sucking languidly and swirling his tongue around it with a quiet groan. Your hands clung to his back and you threw your head back with a moan, already succumbing to the persistent throbbing between your legs with the first touch. He brought something out of you, a secret insatiable side of you that always wanted more. And now? As he reached a slightly pruned hand up to slick his wet, stretched curls from his face to get a better look at you? You were ravenous.

He looked like a god. His skin was bronzed to perfection, only amplifying the desirous way he glistened under the moon and stars, and you wished this moment could last forever. You wanted to take it all in, commit it all perfectly to memory, and never let it go. The way his arms rippled with strength as he held you tighter, the taught stretch of skin over his abdomen that tightened the more aroused he became, and the plump swell of his lips that deepened with each kiss he placed on your body. All of it was artwork in your eyes.

“Tom,” you breathed, arching your back as he continued to focus all his attention to the deep bruise he was creating with his lips just beneath your breast, “I need you, now.”

His tongue soothed over the mark he’d left, and he admired it briefly before turning his gaze onto your face. “You’re insatiable, darling.” he cooed, and you were done for. Tom’s eyes were all pupil with almost no discernable ring of honey brown left to be seen, and his lips were parted to make way for the sinful swipe of his tongue. He knew exactly what he did to you, the way he turned you into a total fiend for him, and fuck if he wasn’t much the same for you.

You’d always known you’d had a high sex drive, but he took you to another level. No time, no place, nothing at all was off limits for the two of you. Plans got cancelled, events skipped, and hidden corners and locked rooms were abused when it came to your needs. “You make me this way.” you retorted, and he grinned.

Lips met in a flurry, sloppy and wet with muffled groans as your teeth clashed roughly. The rapacious pace of your kisses contrasted with the slow, careful precision of Tom’s hands. One large, smooth palm groped at your ass with a skill that had you trembling, while the other leisurely traced a path down your body to your most desiring destination. Fingers ghosted along the swell of your breast, feathered down the length of your stomach, before tugging at the waistband of your bottoms.

Not wanting to lose his embrace, you blustered, “Just untie them, please.”

String bikinis were a godsend. He made quick pace of the knots you’d tied that morning, hissing curses to himself as he fumbled the strings and struggled slightly to undo them, “Shit, darling, did you double knot them?” With a growl of annoyance, he pulled hard until the thin bands finally snapped apart, “Fucking hell.”

In an instant his fingers were dipping into you, stretching you open with a desperate fervency. It stung a little, a dull ache permeating the pleasure, but that was to be expected. Not only were you sore from the gluttonous appetite the pair of you had had over the past week, but you were in water—it always made things a little more difficult. No matter how wet you were, water always made it feel just a little like rubber on rubber; sticking and straining, pulling a little uncomfortably with the resistance.

His thumb rubbing circles into your clit helped, though. He scissored and curled his fingers within your walls repeatedly, chasing after the little noises that escaped your lips when he moved just right. Before long, with the combination of his friction on your nub and his deep plunge through your entrance, your grip around him was tightening. The coil in your belly was white hot, heating up and just aching to explode.

“Gonna cum?” he murmured, his eyes flickering up to yours as you wrapped your body tighter around his. His fingers were fighting against the tight grip of your cunt, and you nodded with an airy gasp, “Come on, then. Cum on my fingers, (Y/N).”

As your name slipped from his mouth, you cried out. The coil in your belly snapped, your legs spasming at the sudden rush of pleasure that coursed through your veins. Your eyes squeezed shut and you clenched around him, moaning at the way he continued to flex his digits through the steady pulse of your walls. His thumb was still circling your bundle, albeit more jerkily, and you were panting as you tried to come down from the high that seemed to never end.

After a few seconds you gripped his wrist, pleading, “S-stop, too much.”

You breathed a sigh of relief when he stopped his assault, his fingers pulling out of you slowly and his mouth sucking at your neck. You could feel his erection digging into you, his hips subconsciously rutting into you, and he asked quietly, “Do you want to keep going?”

Nodding, you wound your fingers into the sopping curls at the base of his skull and cautioned, “Yeah, just be gentle, please.”

Tom hummed under his breath, nibbling at the sensitive skin behind your ear as he rocked his hips into you with more intention. You were dragging your hands over his skin slowly, digging your nails into all the places you knew riled him up the most, and your legs were still trembling slightly when he reached one arm down to fumble with his shorts. The garment floated away as he peeled it fully from his legs with the help of his feet.

Lining himself up, he peered up at you with quirked brows, “Ready?”

You pulled his face down to yours, nodding silently before you kissed him. This time it was tender and slow, your puffy lips molding together delicately in a lazy pace. He poked his tip through your entrance slowly, and you hissed at the initial intrusion. The water made it uncomfortable, making it feel as though he were actually going in dry, but the further he pushed the better it felt.

He rocked into you slowly, his nails digging into the skin of your bum as he restrained himself from taking you in one hard thrust like he always did. Slow and steady wasn’t exactly Tom’s preferred style. You were grateful, though, that he took care to move with caution and gave you time to adjust. His face was buried into your neck, his lips pressing a flurry of barely there kisses to your skin, and you shivered at the rapid puffs of his labored breathing on your body.

Tapping his shoulder to give him the okay to move, you whined at the first draw back. He pulled his hips back slowly, the length of his shaft dragging against your walls gratingly, and you whimpered when he pushed forward again just as deliberately. The normal slip of your arousal wasn’t there like it normally was, but when his tip plunged to that deep point that always made your body spark, you moaned.

Tom took your sounds for what they were and built up a steady pace, languidly fucking into you with choked grunts of restraint. The water was rippling around you, slapping gentle waves over the two of you with each motion, and you arched into him needily. “Tom, faster.” you begged, and he obliged.

His next thrust was harsher, his hips snapping into yours earning a high mewl from you. “Fucking love the sounds you make,” he growled, repeating the motion and groaning against your skin. His thrusts deepened with every push and pull, and before long your back was gritting into the concrete and you were crying out loud sounds mixed with pain and pleasure.

You loved this rough, aggressive side of him. The ache in your gut that always followed served as a loving reminder of the way he made you feel. The arcs of pleasure that radiated through your body each time he bruised into your spot, the slight sting of his nails and teeth biting into your skin, the deep bruises from his lips that lingered for weeks; you loved all of it. Your scraped up back was crying for mercy, though, but you ignored it.

Reaching a hand down, you toyed with your clit messily and relished in the guttural moan that tore up his throat. His eyes were trained on the space between you where he continued to disappear into your core, and watching you touch yourself always pushed him over the edge. “Shit,” he choked, “darling, ‘m not gonna last with you doing that.”

Kissing his shoulder, you whimpered, “I know, I want you to cum, Tommy.”

Your toes were curling as you circled your nub faster in time with his thrusts, and you clenched your eyes shut as you began to suck and bite at his skin. Tom was a moaning mess, his hips faltering slightly as you bit into him particularly hard, but he pushed on like his life depended on it. Your back was searing with pain from the way he rammed you into the pool wall over and over, your eyes rolling back at his brutal pace.

You were close, and as if he could sense it, Tom squeezed your ass and rutted into you harder than ever. “So close,” he whimpered, and you rubbed your clit with more conviction, “I wanna feel you cum f’me.”

With one last drawn out cry, your fingers stilled over your throbbing bundle and you shattered around him. All you could focus on was the sound of his ragged breathing and desperate pleas that barely rose above the crash of the water, your mind going blank in ecstasy. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—“ Tom gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes shut, his hips stilling against yours as he pulsed within you.

His length throbbed against your walls, the hot spurts of his cum stinging slightly as you continued to clench around him. Your head lolled against his shoulder as you panted, the heavy rise and fall of your chest matching the heave of his. Tom pulled out of you with a hiss, and you whined into his ear as he shuddered, “Shit, that’s cold.”

“Don’t look down,” he stammered, and you giggled, “I’ve never shrank so fast in my life, and… fuck, where are my shorts?”

You squeezed him tighter as you laughed, your fingers carding sleepily into his slowly air drying curls. “Tommy, you really think I care? Just take me inside, please, let’s go to bed.” You chortled, and he sighed a shaky laugh of his own.

He raked a hand through his hair and pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek, slowly easing you off of him as you shuddered. The water really was getting cold; a glance around showed that the steam was no longer billowing into the air. The heater must have turned off. When he craned his head to look for his shorts, you risked a peek and sputtered, “Wow, you weren’t kidding—“

“Hey! I told you not to look!”