#ab feeling like you're not there; like you don't belong but in a deeper way that is not just psychological and as far as we know she+

[ipusingularitae]

yeah we love fucked up characters and plots, the part I don't like is when we "forget" (or chose to ignore) a huge piece of information in order to pretend it's less than it is, and I'm talking ab Ellen calling for a guardian angel and being met with a centuries old dark magic fueled aristocrat who had no business answering the call for a fucking angel and then gaslights her and everyone into thinking she called for him specifically. LIKE if we're talking ab how twisted Eggers' Orlok is, let's talk about the details here

[amaranthinespirit]

simon riley who fucks you as tears roll down your face because you're on your period and your cramps are hurting too much.

he came home to see his lovie writhing on the couch, flushed features contorted with discomfort and your hand clutching your stomach. he frowned, his keys dropping with a klink into the ceramic bowl by the front door. he knew the pain that plagued you, he was no stranger to it. he just wants to make his lovie feel better, he doesn't care about the mess; he's dealt with worse, he claimed.

"nothin' i can't 'andle," his tone was heavy with affection and reassurance as he tugged at the waistband of your shorts—hidden under the baggy shirt you wore that belonged to him.

he stuffed a towel he fetched from the laundry basket by the couch under your hips per your request. he knew you'd feel guilty for leaving a mess—even if he couldn't care less. he just wanted you to forget your worries, only thing he wanted you to think about was how good his cock felt sinking deeper into your aching cunt.

the relief that slowly took over your body as you painted his cock red, not even reaching the base. he doesn't force himself all the way in, he doesn't need to to make you feel good enough to come on his thick cock.

fingers digging into the fatty flesh of your hips as he rocks his hips into your sopping, sensitive pussy. there there, lovie, he's gonna make you feel better. no need to feel embarrassed, it's natural, lovie. let him take care of you. he's got you now, he's here.

his pace is restrained, taking gentle care of your aching muscles with the roll of his hips. his abs taut with every slow and deliberate thrust while his other hand rubs the tender flesh of your lower stomach. the warmth from his rough, calloused palm unknotting the tension in your tissue, eliciting another hiccuped moan from your pink, swollen lips. your soft sobs of ached pain turning into breathless sighs and whimpers, occasionally interrupted by a soft jolt of a hiccup. don't cry anymore, lovie, he doesn't like to see you upset.

he found it endearing as he kissed the stray tears away, the saltiness soaking into the fabric of his mask that he hadn't had the chance to pull off just yet. he quietly shushes you, his breath warm against your ear before his head fell to your shoulder. the somewhat scratchy material of his mask itching against your skin before he reaches to pull it above his nose so he can press chapped kisses to your paled skin.

a thrill flutters through his body when he kisses your pulse, feeling the racing heartbeat through the pink flesh of his lips. a low hum slips out from the back of his throat, the sound vibrating through your skin.

"tha's it, lovie," he cooes into your hair, inhaling the faded scent of your shampoo. his hips pressed further against yours as his cock buries deeper into your cunt, nearly kissing your cervix. the mewl that escaped from your lips loud in his ear as he eases himself deeper. he can feel your gummy walls desperately clenching around him, "good girl, lemme take care of ya."

that's it, lovie, you're doing so good, letting him take care of you. his hand presses down on your lower abdomen like your own personal heating pad. his hand is large enough to seem like one.

everything seems to muddle together—the feeling of his cock driving into you and feeling like it's splitting you in two, despite his gentle approach and only fitting just over half his length into your weeping pussy. the feeling of his calloused fingers digging into the fat of your hips, the skin turning white under the pads of his fingertips. the feeling of his warm palm against your lower tummy, rubbing circles along the skin with his thumb occasionally slipping down to lovingly caress your sensitive clit. the feeling of his cracked lips on your delicate skin to further coax you to an orgasm.

he can hear the way your moans change, the way you clench and tighten around him in a desperate attempt to chase the oncoming high he's giving. he doesn't change his pace—he slows down.

his hips slowly drag out of your cunt, driving back in with the same, newly slowed and agonizing pace that leaves you whining. the knot in your tummy building further as you squirm under him. it builds, and builds. his breath heavily against your skin, only being pulled tighter as your arms wrap around his neck in attempts to make him move, but he doesn't.

instead his thumb finds your clit again, toying with your sensitive bud with a pinch as your hips buck under his hand. you can hear the breathless chuckle in your ear. he's not trying to tease you, lovie, he just wants to drag out the pleasure! be patient, lovie, you'll get what you want. he promises.

"good girl, takin' it so well." he praises endlessly, cradling your small, tense body under his relaxed, toned one, "gonna make y'feel all better."

arms wrapped around him like a vice with the feeling of premature waves across your body as the knot gets tighter in your lower tummy. mumbling incoherent whines and pleads in his ear as you're one push from falling. just let him push you over the edge, lovie, come on. enjoy it.

the sound of his name on your lips cuts through the mostly silent air, he feels the shudder of your body under his mass. fuck, just like that, lovie, take what you need. he rides it out, his hips rocking slowly to prolong the ecstasy.

"shh, lovie, v'got ya," his voice heavy against your skin, muffled into your neck as his breaths come out labored.

you're all better now, lovie, you did so good.

[artdcnaldson]

some gross nasty here for u (hope ur feeling ok btw, lmk if theres anything i can do)

dom art. and i dont mean like, sweet dom art, im talking ab mean art! like it's a mutually destrictive situation - he's married, you're his fucking babysitter for fuckssake - but tashis cheated on him again, and he’s pent-up and hes angry and hes stressed. and right now, the only place he has any semblance of control over his own life is the bedroom. his own dirty little secret. and you're drowning in college debt and more than stressed, yourself, and it feels so, so good to give up and give someone else the reins for a while, to throw up your hands and say, im off. just you and art. well, his cock, anyway. and if he slides you a little more money here and there to help with the bills, well, it's not like him or his wife will miss it !

art manages to keep it secret from tashi. somehow. in fact, when you're alone with him in the hotel, cross-legged on the floor watching 'encanto' for the hundredth time with lily and singing along, he can almost pretend it's you he's married to, you he wakes up to in the morning, you who raises his baby girl. but that's ridiculous, because try as he might to feel anything other than lust for you, he can't. his heart belongs to tashi, belongs to the heavy metal band on his finger. and all those sweet domestic fantasies inevitably give way to his true desires - you he bends over the kitchen counter, you who kneels before him after practice, you who he fills up with hot cum whenever he needs. and he knows you don't feel anything remotely sweet for him, either, because sometimes you're unavailable because you're on a date, and because to you, art donaldson is a risque fantasy, a way to get your rocks off, and a fat check.

and that was fine. its was totally okay.

until fucking patrick came back. and suddenly, after new rochelle, patrick's swinging around all the time and you two can't just sneak off like you used to because while tashi can be preoccupied with brand deals and press tours and media circuts, patrick has nothing better to do than to follow art around all day. you don’t care, you're just salty about the loss of your dick appointment and the pay.

once, you get close to catching them. you can hear it - patricks short, staccato breaths, the low rumble of his groans, and art. art, unlike anything you've ever heard before, art, undone in a way you didn't totally suspect was possible. art, whining into his pillows, practically begging for it-- you pull away from the door. take your hand off the knob. step away, and send a stray toy of lily's rolling. clattering. you freeze. the sounds stop.

then, art, cool as ever, the commanding tone you're painfully familiar with, "come on in, baby, i know you're out there."

it's how you end up between them. it's how patrick finds out about arts dominant streak (he thinks it's hot, even if hes much more of a brat than you are, and art enjoys knocking him down a peg). more accurately, it's how you end up beneath them, begging for them to just take you both. art orchestrating the whole thing, telling patrick when to put his dick in you, where and when patrick is allowed to cum, that he can't finish until you have, at least twice. on his face/fingers, then on his dick. patrick has to wear a condom though. even if it doesn't mean much, you're still art's.

-kit ♡♡♡

You ate <3 Soemthing is soooo yummy about being used by Art and using him back <3 Nothing more than a paycheck and a dick for you to play with <3

You’re so sexually pent up by the time you walk in on them that you’d have gotten on your knees and begged to join if Art hadn’t instructed you to. It’s annoying, how domineering and commanding he can still be while taking Patrick Zweig’s dick in his ass.

That first time, you’re beneath Art— you let him bury himself in your pussy. Each time Patrick thrusts, it sends Art pushing deeper into you. It’s heavy and hot beneath Art’s body weight, and you just lay there and take it. Watching Patrick from over Art’s shoulder, smirking at him as he reduces Art to fucked-out moans and whimpers as he gets closer and closer. You think it’s crazy— you never get Art like that, you get Art all possessive and intense, not malleable and needy.

When Art cums, you have to finish yourself off— it was more about him than you. Patrick watches your fingers move between your thighs, rubbing at your clit as he continues to fuck into Art and chase his finish. You cum first, and you look so fucking pretty that he can’t help it.

Patrick likes you. Art likes you. Art likes Patrick. Patrick likes Art. But Art isn’t going to let you and Patrick be together alone. He’s no crazy, you’re his plaything, his employee. So he directs Patrick’s fingers, mouth, cock, all with the express purpose of pleasuring you.

There are no secret whispers, no chemistry he can’t see. Just Patrick listening to Art’s commands and you falling apart on the brunet’s tongue, on his cock. When you finish, you go and curl up against Art and thank him like he’d done it. You tell him you’ve missed him and he smiles affectionately, like he would smile at a cute pet doing a trick for him.

@gamesetart

[hanmaitani]

Don't Scare Me Like That

PAIRING - Bodyguard!Matsukawa x Reckless!Reader WC - 1.3K GENRE - smut, fluff CW - nondescript mentions of masturbation (both f and m), both reader and mattsun being a lil pervy. second hand embarassment?

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You've never been better than Matsukawa. Not in the all of the ways he thinks you are at least.

Socially? Financially? Sure.

Morally? Never.

You're caught up in fantasizing about him in secret almost as much as he does you. Sometimes more.

Sure, you put on a show for the camera and you'd be lying if you said that you didn't think about him more often than not when toying with yourself on screen for others.

But it was times like this when he infiltrated your thoughts the most.

Times where it's dark in your room, only slivers of light filtering through the curtains on your window. When you're tucked into your blankets, safe from the cold air and hand pressed in between your thighs.

Your fingers are trying their best to curl into your own core, hips bucking up to get the angle right as you imagine it's something much bigger. Something belonging to the man just on the other side of the wall.

Although you're aware that the music is meant to hide the soft noises that spill from Matsukawa's lips on the other side of the wall, you hear them anyway. Your practiced ears picking up the pitches and how they drop and heighten as you're sure he's touching himself.

You bite back your own moans so they scarcely even reach the air around you so that you can hear him better.

Your mind carries you away as you try to imagine what he looks like when he pleasures himself.

If he uses a toy or just his hand. If his hips would buck when he's close, chasing after a release. If he'd flip over and thrust into his hand like he was fucking down into-

You let out a sharp gasp as you imagined his hands pinning your hips down, his cock thrusting into you.

You tried to imagine what his cock would feel like, how thick or long, how much it would hurt or feel good. Try to imagine what dizzying spots he could reach so far inside of you. Spots you couldn't even dream of reaching on your own.

It's an accident when you do it. Eyes screwed shut, mouth panting out as you're trying to chase after the peed of his moans from the other side of the wall. Your fingers are eliciting sounds from your body with how much slick they've collected, the lewd sound of it echoing around your room.

You're so lost you barley register the shockwave caused by the inside of your wrist rubbing down against your clit as you try to dig your fingers deeper until you're already cumming.

The sharp yelp of a curse bounces around the walls of your room and your body freezes.

Your ears barely have time to register the clatter of things from the other side of the wall, the footsteps from Matsukawa's room to yours, before the handle of your door is being turned.

You struggle to wrap your sheet tighter around yourself, bunching your slick-covered hand around it by your chest to keep yourself covered, upper body jolting up so you're sitting when Matsukawa barges in.

He looks disheveled, curls wild like he'd been tossing his head around on a pillow.

Your cheeks flare up as that image is added to the collection of thoughts still at the forefront of your mind.

His gray sweats are loose around his hips and you have to force yourself to keep your eyes on his face and not the obvious bulge he hadn't finished taking care of, or the dips his abs create against his torso.

His face which currently looks incredibly distraught, his eyebrows pulled together and his eyes searching the room, and it's then, on his second repeat of the question, that you even realize he's spoken.

"What happened? Are you okay?" He's already crossing the room to you, his chest is still rising and falling in pants as he drops to his knees in front of your bed to be eye lever with you.

"I-" you swallow hard as you look down slightly to make eye contact, embarrassment flooding your face at the way you've almost been caught doing what you just had been. "I'm okay, just dropped my phone on my nose." You sniffle as you say it, scrunching your nose as if to sell the point. "Just being dramatic."

"Let me see."

"Wha-" you're cut off by the way his hands cup your face gently then. His hands engulf the sides of your head, large and hot against your skin and you're sure he's going to feel your cheeks heat up again.

He's soft as he tilts your head side to side for his eyes to scrape over the bridge of your nose. The tips of his fingers are distracting as they dip into your hair around your ears, the palms of his hands easily covering your cheeks as his thumbs brushing against the bridge of your nose, looking for damage.

You're frozen in place as he looks after you with such care, no detail about the area going unnoticed (much to your dismay when you think back on it because you're sure the pores on your face were not doing you any favors that close up).

You can feel his hot breath fanning over your chest as he keeps your head tilted forward towards himself for inspection. Your own breath is barely coming out, panicking too much to fully breathe at how close he is.

Despite your usual forwardness, this feels too intimate, too vulnerable of a position that you're in.

He sighs then. What had felt like a lifetime to you was truly only a few moments. His hands leave your face and you catch yourself before you whine at their loss, your head nearly trying to follow their path. It's a fight to keep it in place.

His thumb brushes over the bridge of your nose one last time before he's releasing you with a soft flick to your forehead.

"Hey!" You yelp and pout at him as he lets out a relieved smile.

"You had me scared for a minute, you dork." You pause for a moment, mouth opening and closing in shock a bit as the confession he gave. "Thought you got seriously hurt."

"Scared you?" You try to scoff but it doesn't hold the indignation you attempt to give it. Your voice is higher than usual, a sign of your uncomfortableness as your cheeks darken again and you look away. "You're the one who came charging in here all crazy."

"Sorry." He mumbles and you're sure, for a split second, you see a blush creep across his cheeks as he scratches the back of his neck. "It's my job to make sure you're okay, thought I failed for a second."

Your heart clenches at the confession but you're cut off before you can reply.

Matsukawa's arms wrap around your body, drawing you forward slightly. Even if you weren't flustered before then this would have made you.

You tried not to make a noise at the feeling of his body pressing against yours. There was nothing but a thin sheet between your skin.

He tried to ignore that learned fact as his hands brushed against the bare skin of your back and sides as he hugged you.

Your thighs, spread just minutes ago thinking about Matsukawa being this close, were now squeezed shut. You could feel the heat of his body radiating through the sheet and you were sure your face wasn't supposed to reach these degrees.

"Don't scare me like that again, okay?" He sighed and pressed a soft kiss to your hairline before pulling back, regretfully parting his body from yours.

You watch him stand up, watch him turn away. He spares you just one more glance before he left your room, shutting the door behind him.

You groaned in exasperation, flopping backwards onto the bed and hiding your face in the sheets. In complete disbelief of your luck.

a/n bodyguard mattsun kills me but i love him

TAGLIST - OPEN

@boosyboo9206 @faumpje @miyamizuna @all-in-the-fandoms @pearl-blue-musings

@qichun

[joaquinwhorres]

gazes (joaquín torres x reader)

SUMMARY ››››› It's become increasingly apparent to Sam and Bucky that you and Joaquin cannot take your eyes off each other. Unfortunately for them, you two have decided to be Professionals and that means keeping your eyes, hands, and lips to yourselves. No matter how difficult it is.

WORD COUNT ››››› 3,716

WARNINGS ››››› sexy times implied

A/N ››››› Ok so these headcanons y'all have been sending me are incredible. I read these two back to back and I just had to write something connecting them.

The kid had no tact.

Sam wasn't exactly sure why he expected more from the guy who'd led into his theory that Steve was on the moon by referencing vague internet rumors, but even despite that, he'd assumed Joaquin possessed some sense of subtlety.

Instead he was over at the leg press trying and failing not to stare at Y/N as she bent over at the middle to help Bucky push deeper into the stretch.

"You know she could hit you with a harassment claim for staring at her like that."

Joaquin jumped, the weights dropping suddenly with a loud clang. Across the gym, Bucky laughed as Y/N whipped around to face the two men. "Everything ok?" Her voice sounded genuinely concerned, and Sam couldn't help but smirk as Joaquin turned towards her, giving a little wave.

"Foot slipped," he answered, and she nodded, turning back to Bucky quickly.

"Foot slipped," Sam mocked.

"Dude, you scared the shit out of me."

"If you paid half the amount of attention you give to Y/N to your surroundings, you'd have known I'd been standing here for three minutes."

Joaquin gave a defensive scoff. "I wasn't staring at her--I was just--" he stopped, searching for an excuse, and Sam raised his eyebrows.

When it was clear Joaquin couldn't find a convincing enough lie to end the sentence, Sam shook his head. "You know, if you talk to her, she might actually let you take her out."

"I talk to her," Joaquin protested.

Sam shook his head, uncrossing his arms. "No, I mean talk to her. Chat her up. You've gotta have some game, right?"

"I've got game..." His sentence trailed off as he turned to look in her direction, finding her standing over Bucky's feet with her hands on her hips. "But like, we're co-workers, you know? I don't want to make things awkward around the gym or the compound or anything."

"Joaquin," Sam said, laying a hand on his shoulder. "You're already making things awkward."

"He's staring at your ass again."

"And you're trying to get out of stretching again," you quipped, moving Bucky's leg closer to his chest. The super soldier tilted his head as if to acknowledge the legitimacy of your accusation.

"Doesn't change the fact that I think you're about to give him a heart attack."

"I highly doubt he's worried in the slightest about my ass. He's probably zoned out."

"He's definitely focused in...on--"

"On my ass," you finished, shaking your head. You might have given Bucky's claim a little more credence if it weren't for the fact that Joaquin Torres had been anything but the consummate professional towards you. He was friendly and upbeat and welcoming, and one of the few genuinely good guys you'd ever had the pleasure of working with.

You'd never caught him staring once, and it's not like the boy was exactly known for subtlety. Last time Bucky had asked him to cover for him so you couldn't come down and teach him the right way to train his body, he'd told you that Bucky had left the compound to get you a thank you gift for all of your hard work. All while staring at the gym door.

The heavy sound of weights falling against each other echoed throughout the gym, and you spun around to face the sound. Sam hovered over Joaquin's shoulder, the latter no longer working the leg press but instead looking as if he'd just received the scare of his life.

Bucky broke into laughter, and you smacked at his leg.

"Everything ok?" you called out, and Joaquin smiled, giving a sheepish little wave at you. "Foot slipped."

"It's a good thing he wasn't at the bench press. You might have killed him."

Your head snapped back to Bucky who was giving you a shit eating grin.

"You're an asshole."

"I'm right."

"Do you think if I ask nicely Wakanda will take you back?"

"So you know I'm right."

You chanced a glance back at Joaquin who was still talking to Sam before turning back around and placing your hands on your hips. "I'm calling Ayo."

You were running early.

Not to any event in particular, but just for the general course of your day. It was rare for you to wake up to your first alarm so completely refreshed, and with a fully awake brain, you found it much easier to navigate the morning. You were able to get dressed without crawling back in bed for a few more minutes, and didn't have to battle with sleepy indecision when choosing what you wanted to eat for breakfast.

One thing after another just continued to roll your way, leading you to the gym much earlier than usual.

And that's where the luck stopped.

Or maybe it didn't stop. But it definitely took a turn. Because while you fully expected someone else to be in the gym already, you hadn't expected just one person to be in the gym. And even if you had, you wouldn't have guessed that that one person would be Joaquin. And if, for some reason, you'd had the foresight to sense that, you definitely never would have pictured him to be running on the treadmill shirtless.

You stopped in your tracks, eyes falling to the bouncing dog tags on his chest and then lower to the well defined abs you'd somehow never seen before.

It felt like you'd seen just about every man in this compound shirtless. At some point, they all seemed to strip in the gym or during one of your group training classes you ran for those who weren't field agents. Bucky was shirtless half the time you worked together. It was so normal, you hardly even blinked an eye anymore. Seeing Sam without a shirt was more rare and quite the sight, but it'd never caught your breath quite like seeing Joaquin. Joaquin, who had never so much as worn a tank top in the gym, Joaquin.

And now here he was, chest bare and heaving, feet pounding rhythmically against the treadmill, hair still messy from his pillow and sweat. Your brain couldn't seem to function correctly, offering you images of the sight before you, only closer. Much closer. Hovering inches over your stretched out body as the headboard behind you rammed into the wall with the force of each thrust--

"Hey," Joaquin greeted, noticing you standing off to the side. You blinked, heat rushing to your face as he turned the treadmill down to a more leisurely pace. "Something wrong with my form?"

It was tempting to lie and offer to "help him fix it." Or to be completely honest and tell him you'd never seen a human form as perfect as his.

But neither of those responses were professional or even appropriate, and you needed this job.

You swallowed, shaking your head. "No, I was just wondering why you were wearing those," you said, gesturing to his dog tags, and allowing your eyes to fall to his chest once more. You followed a bead of sweat as it rolled down his body, heading to the waistband of his shorts. Joaquin reached to touch his tags, causing them to jingle together once more and pull your attention up to him.

"It's hard to let them go," he smiled, ruefully, hitting the button so the belt slowed even more. "I'd say it's a habit, putting them on, but at this point they're just like a part of me."

You nodded, wishing you'd taken this conversation anywhere but to the idea of dog tags and what they stood for. It wasn't so much a mood killer but a guilt inducer because instead of you feeling embarrassed and somber, all you wanted to do was grab them and pull him closer to you.

He must have read the conflict on your face because he gave a crooked smile. "Yeah, sorry, it's kinda morbid."

"No," you shook your head, clearing it of the daydream induced fog. "I probably shouldn't have asked."

"No, nah, it's cool," his smile grew into grin, as the belt came to a stop. He leaned his forearms against the console, staring at you as if waiting for you to continue the conversation. Which you were not equipped to do with a smiling and shirtless and sweaty Joaquin Torres right before you.

"Well, thanks for being cool about it," you said with a nod.

My God, something was wrong with you. They were just abs. And sure, maybe the abs belonged to the man who not only found the time to moonlight as a superhero but star in your increasingly dirty dreams of late, but it was just a body party that you'd seen a million times.

But never on Joaquin.

You blamed everything your brain was doing to you on Bucky and all of his stupid comments about Joaquin's supposed fixation on your ass. You wondered what he would say if he could see you now. "And I thought I was half machine. I could practically see your brain short circuiting." or "If that's what you're like when you see him half-naked, how are you ever going to--"

"Yeah, of course," Joaquin said, still smiling, his eyes lifting up over your shoulder as the other door to the gym opened and Sam came in. "Hey," he greeted with a jerk of his chin.

"Hey," Sam said, drawing closer, his eyes on you. You forced a smile on to your own face, and lifted a hand, not trusting anything that was coming out of your mouth.

"You're here early," the other man said, stepping onto the treadmill next to Joaquin's, and putting his water bottle down next to the machine.

Both of them were looking at you now, and it's not like you could handle staying in this gym any longer. "I came down looking for my water bottle. I think I left it here yesterday."

Sam raised his eyebrows glancing around the gym, and Joaquin stepped down off of the machine. "Do you want help looking for it?" he asked, and your whole body seemed to tense up at the idea, your brain transporting you to a future scenario where the two of you wandered around the room, Joaquin next to you or behind you, so close you could feel the heat radiating off of him, all the while searching for a water bottle that was sitting on your dresser.

"No." Your voice came out too high, but you tried to play it off, shaking your head. "I've already interrupted your workout enough. It's either by the weights or not in here."

"Alright," he nodded. "If you need any help looking around the compound though, let me know."

"Thanks," you said. And then you gave another stupid wave and beelined it for the weight racks because you had to get out of here.

You made a show of looking next to each section of weights, even bending over to check underneath of them as if it could have been knocked under somewhere. After you felt an appropriate amount of time had passed to be convincing, you straightened up, empty handed. You turned back to Joaquin and Sam, both watching you rather than continuing their workouts as you might have hoped.

"Not here," you called back with a shrug and then left the gym and headed straight up to your shower.

He was nothing if not predictable.

The minute Y/N bent over to check behind the weight rack, his eyes were glued to her. Or perhaps more accurately, the bright teal spandex shorts she wore. As she pulled herself back up from searching for her water bottle and turned to them, Joaquin quickly looked to Sam as if the two had been talking the whole time and then "casually" returned to her.

"Not here!" she said, shrugging and then walking out of the gym, her footsteps quick and purposeful as she left through the door Sam had just entered by.

"So, what'd I interrupt?"

Joaquin looked up at Sam as if remembering he was there. "What?"

"You know, when the two of you were sitting by this machine making eyes at each other? Did you actually say anything to her or….?"

Joaquin shook his head. "No, she just came in and, uh, we chatted for a second, and then…" he trailed off, as if not fully remembering any of the past ten, twenty, however many minutes.

"You just chatted," Sam repeated, the disbelief on his face edging into his voice.

"Yeah," Joaquin nodded.

"Anywhere in this chat you finally ask her out?"

"Nah, it didn't feel right."

"It didn't--she was practically taking off the other half of your clothes with her eyes," Sam sputtered, gesturing to Joaquin's shorts.

The kid laughed and shook his head as if Sam didn't know what he was talking about. Joaquin moved to exit the gym as well. "I'll see you later, man," he said, leaving a very exasperated Sam behind.

Bucky Barnes was a motherfucking liar.

"Let's grab a drink on Friday," he said.

"Consider it me making it up to you for being such a pain in your ass," he said.

"I'll buy," he said.

Mothefucker.

This wasn't just you and your favorite co-worker getting a drink. This was a goddamn set up. Because one hour and three mojitos into the night, Sam and Joaquin walked in the front door.

"I fucking hate you," you said, glaring up at his stupid smug face.

"Well, what a surprise, he grinned, as you shook a finger up at him.

"I told you in confidence I'm a flirty drunk."

He snorted, giving you a look out the side of his eyes. "You told me you were a flirty drunk after you sent me several highly inappropriate drunk text messages about what you wanted to do to a certain Lieutenant, who," the self-satisfied smile was back on Bucky's face. "Is making his way over to us right now."

"When I get home, I swear to God, I'm buying you a ticket to Wakanda."

Bucky quirked an eyebrow. "You're not going to do it now?"

"I didn't bring my credit card because you said you were paying," you huffed.

Before Bucky could respond, Sam and Joaquin were next to the two of you, greeting Bucky with hand slaps and one armed hugs. Sam came around and wrapped an arm around you first before sliding into the seat next to Bucky, and Joaquin came forward, giving you a quick hug.

Which was a first.

More than the feeling of his back underneath your palm, or the way he seemed to emanate warmth, you were done in by how absolutely incredible he smelled. But before you could fully identify whether it was his shampoo, a cologne, or just him, he pulled away and took the only other available seat near the group--the one next to you.

"I see you started without us," Sam said, raising his eyebrows at the assortment of glasses that sat before you. Most of them were Bucky's as he downed beers faster than should have been humanly possible.

"Hard drinker, huh Y/N," Joaquin teased, shooting you a smile.

"Pfft," you dismissed. "Only three are mine."

"Three?" Sam asked, leaning forward to better look at you. "How long have you been here?"

"An hour," you said, completely unnecessarily leaning forward too.

Bucky shrugged. "I got the time wrong."

"Guess we better catch up then," Joaquin said, and you sank back into your chair, narrowing your eyes at him in challenge.

"If you can."

They did.

You were outpaced fairly quickly against the two soldiers and one super soldier. The rum-induced fuzziness around the edges of your brain was compounded by having Joaquin so close to you. At some point he'd pulled his chair a bit closer to yours so that he could better hear the conversation, and you don't remember when it happened, but his arm had also slid around the back of your chair. To your relief neither Bucky nor Sam seemed to acknowledge this. In fact, Bucky was positively quiet and normal all things considered. Everything was going better than you could have expected.

Until the music kicked up.

Sam was the first to be dragged onto the dance floor. He was Captain America. Of course he'd been targeted by the stunning girl in the red dress who'd only had to come up and ask "Does Captain America dance?" to succeed in pulling him off to the dance floor.

Bucky was next. Although he wasn't tugged onto the dance floor by his hand the way Sam was. It was the sight of the person in the tight black number that did him in, luring him away to the dance as if drawn by a magnet.

And then it was you and Joaquin, sitting at the bar. Alone. Together.

You looked up from your drink, pushing the straw down into the ice to stir up the clinking sounds, and he took a swig of his beer before putting the bottle back down on the bar.

"Alright, let's dance," he said, nodding with his head towards the crowd, and you let out a disbelieving snort.

"I don't know how to dance. I mean, I can dance," you attempted to clarify, although you had a feeling words were failing you at the moment. "But that's real dancing, and I can't do that."

"I guess you're lucky you have a really good teacher asking you to dance then," Joaquin grinned, holding out a hand. You looked down at his open palm, hesitating only for a second before you slid your hand into his and jumped down from your chair.

He led you out through the moving bodies expertly, dodging couples who were clearly more into the dancing than each other and couples where the complete opposite was true. The small bit of space he found you was closer to the center of the dance floor than you'd usually feel comfortable with, but when he turned towards you with that look on his face, any of your residual anxiety had vanished.

"Ok, come close," he said, and you took a small step closer to him, causing him to laugh. "Closer." He gestured, and you moved forward some more, Joaquin's hands finding their way to your hips and pulling you even closer. His hands rose, one finding its way to your mid-back, pushing your elbow up to rest on his, as the other took your hand and placed it over shoulder.

"This ok?" he asked, eyebrows raised, and you nodded, trying to keep your attention on him, his instructions and his words, and not the way that you could feel just about every part of him from the way he was angled against you. His right side was flush against your left, and his knee pushed between yours.

"Just follow me," he said, his head bent close to yours. Before you could even respond, he started to move, pulling you along with him through the dance. It was smooth and rolling and you'd never seen a guy able to roll his hips like Joaquin. He seemed to know exactly how to guide you, moving his body to push and pull yours along whenever you hesitated or felt lost, coaxing waves and movements out of you that you didn't know you could do. Each success was met with a small word of praise and a brilliant smile, as his hands shifted to hold you closer, and you wrapped your own hand around his neck to better feel and predict his movements.

It felt as if a fog had rolled in over the dancefloor, obstructing all else from view so it was just you and Joaquin, eyes locked to each other as you moved together, occupying the same space.

The song faded into the next one, and Joaquin stopped. You went to move backwards, to give him space and have him move on as many other of the more skilled dancing couples seemed to do, switching partners amongst each other. But he kept you close to him, hand sliding down to your waist.

"Now you can really dance," he teased, his eyes shining as they stared into yours.

"Only with you." It was supposed to be a self-deprecating joke, but it came out too quiet and earnest. Joaquin licked his lips, and your eyes followed the gesture, flickering between his mouth and his eyes.

You don't remember making the decision. You only remember, moving even further into his arms, and pushing yourself up to reach his lips with your own. He bent down to meet you, pulling you even closer and pressing his hard body into yours. His lips moved as slowly and sensually as his hips had, drawing you in and guiding you through a careful rhythm that promised much, much more.

Sam sat with Bucky at the bar. Joaquin and Y/N had disappeared somewhere amongst the dance floor, hidden amongst the crowd.

"You think it worked?" Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow at Sam.

"If it didn't we're screwed," Sam shook his head, taking a swig from his drink.

As if on cue, the two emerged from the swaying bodies, hand in hand, sweaty and much happier than they had been when Sam had left them at the bar.

"We're gonna head back to the compound," Joaquin said with practiced casualness.

"Yeah?" Bucky asked, and Sam swore there was mischief literally glinting in his eyes.

"Yeah," Joaquin nodded too fast and too many times. "Yeah, Y/N forgot about something there…"

"What'd you forget?" Bucky asked, turning to Y/N with a wolfish smile.

"Nothing. We're going to have sex," Y/N said, flatly, causing Sam to nearly spit out his drink. "And if you say one more word, I know a pilot who will fly you to Wakanda himself. No ticket needed."

Bucky mimicked zippering his lips into a smug look, and she rolled her eyes before tugging Joaquin out of the bar by his hand. And he followed. Eyes glued to her ass.

[byuntrash101]

PARAPHILIA - Part 1

Pairing: Dom!Baekhyun x You

Genre: EstablishedRelationship!AU, slice of life, smuttt

Tags: strong dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, rough sex, degradation, name calling (slut is used a lot), deepthroat, body writing, toys and more~~

Raiting: +18 (more like 21+ 🤪)

Word count: 3.5k

Summary: Apparantly, the new intern has a crush on you. And it's making your boyfriend Baekhyun jealous... Very jealous...

A/N: First chapter💃!! I’m excited to show you this project! Never hesitate to give me feedback my asks are always open and seeing your reactions make me SO happy💖! I hope you’ll enjoy!! -Cat😽

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Paraphilia #1 : SADISM, Inflicting pain to others.

W R O N G   F E E L S  R I G H T

"Aaaah" you say as you feel the hot tea on your tongue. It's jasmine green tea, your favorite. You sit there in the dining room enjoying the warm sun of the afternoon. It's so relaxing, so nice after a stressful week of work. The new intern is very nice, but god is he a handful. He's just always full of energy but at least he is willing and wants to learn properly. But forming him is quite tiring. So enjoying this quiet time here is nice.

"Babe can you come over here?" you hear the voice of your boyfriend resonate from upstairs. You sigh and frown, annoyed. But you still decide to go see him.

He's in his office, probably playing the piano or practicing his singing skills. He was in there since early morning. You never questioned his wacky sleep schedule. Like he always says: "inspiration doesn't wait". You knew that from the beginning... He's an artist.

You push open the door and he's there on his computer frowning. What's wrong? You ask yourself as you pick up right away that something is off. You walk closer and see he's on your Facebook profile.

"Who's that?" he asks without a glance to you, pointing a finger to the picture of a recently added friend.

"It's Taeyong the new intern, I told you about him" you say in a chuckle. So that's what's wrong with him. He's jealous, you think smiling.

"How do you find him?" he still doesn't look at you.

"Huh? I mean he is pretty smart which makes things easier, but overall, he has a lot to learn it's only normal when you are fresh out of school. I mean when I started, I-" but Baekhyun interrupts you.

"I don't mean it like this! Do you think he’s... attractive?" you can't help but laugh at the ridiculous question. Finally, Baekhyun looks at you but it's only to shoot you a death glare. You stop and bite your lips trying not to laugh again.

"I mean... Of course I can't say he's ugly but I-" Before you can continue your boyfriend rips the black bob off his head and throws it on the desk. He immediately brushes back his blond hair, running his fingers through it. You flinch. Shit, he's actually upset about this.

"What about this?" he switches to another tab on the computer. This time it's your Instagram page. He clicks on the most recent post. It's a selfie you posted last week when you went out with Baekhyun, you liked your makeup that day and thought it was instagramable.

"What about it?" You genuinely ask. Your boyfriend sighs, frustrated.

"TYdragon95, is it his username?" Baekhyun asks, his tone has changed from cold to angered, you swiftly look at him, he's clenching his jaw.

"Yes I suppose so, he was born in 1995, so yeah probably..."

"Yeah of course it's him... he liked every single one of your pictures..."

Baekhyun proceeds to scroll to the other photos and it's true. His username is under every single one of them.

"Well, no, he didn't like the pictures where we are together..." he says in a cynical tone. You stand there next to him, silent, what could you possibly reply? Baekhyun chuckles coldly.

"He's probably, right now imagining you under him, his hand in his pants..." he whistles between greeted teeth. You laugh nervously.

"Hyunie, don't be stupid... he's just a guy I work with" you say fidgeting with your fingers. You know this mood. You know how angry your boyfriend can get.

"Really? Huh?" Baekhyun says, finally getting up from his chair. He stands right in front of you, only a couple centimeters (1in) separate the both of you. You are intimidated. He's so much taller than you...

"Baekhyun, please" you say in a pleading tone while taking a step back. Baekhyun steps closer.

"Baby girl do you like him?" he says in a low husky voice, sending shivers down your spine. Once again, you step back and he steps closer. You step back again, and he follows you, making you backup against the cold wall of his office, almost falling on the drums on your left.

"Baekhyun don't be ridiculous... I-"

"FUCKING ANSWER ME!!!" he yells throwing his palm on the wall next to your face. Your breath is hitching your throat.

"No Babe! Of course, not. I only love you" you say your voice trembling.

"Is this true?" his tone is somewhat softer. He leans in, inching his face close to yours.

"Yes..." you say softly, almost whispering.

"Maybe I have to remind you who you belong to"

You feel goosebumps in the nape of your neck. You know exactly what he means...

"Go in the room and wait for me there" with that he removes his hand and you quickly leave the room without daring looking at him. Without any detours you go straight to your room and sit on the king-sized bed.

You feel a familiar tingly feeling rise in your lower stomach. You don't even have time to think that your hand travels on its own to your crotch. As soon as your fingers press on your core the door slams open.

Baekhyun chuckles coldly, looking you up and down.

"You little slut you couldn't even wait for me, could you?" he walks quickly to you and yanks hard on your arm to make you stand. You wince in pain.

"What do you say?"

"I'm sorry daddy." You whimper. Suddenly he flips you over and makes you lay over his lap with your butt up. Without much consideration he roughly pulls up your t-shirt dress. His hand rests delicately over your clothed bottom as you are still wearing your baby blue laced panties. Gently, he strokes your butt cheeks with his thumb.

"Baby girl, you need a little reminder that you belong to daddy and daddy only. So, I have to punish you, you understand that, right?" he says as he slowly pulls down your lace panties. You simply nod quietly.

"So, baby girl I'm going to spank you 15 times and you will say thank you to each one of them. Understood?"

"Yes daddy" you say, already bracing for impact.

You feel his cold hand lift up from your skin. Then you hear the loud noise. Full force spanking your tiny ass. Lastly, you feel the pain, make you scream at the very first strike. It just started but already you feel the tingly feeling in your lower stomach grow.

"I didn't hear you baby"

"Thank you, daddy." You whimper.

"Good girl" Right away he spanks you again. You scream again, already your butt is burning. You can't help but to moan in between each scream. You feel each nerve of your sensitive skin.

"Thank you, daddy"

Baekhyun spanks again until he reaches 15. Your ass is raw,  the pain feels so good, you bite your bottom lip trying to refrain from begging him to fuck you right now. Because you know daddy doesn't like being told what to do, especially when he's angry.

He puts you back up and makes you sit up on the bed. He stands in front of you as he unbuckles his belt.

"Now you're gonna suck daddy off, to make up to him" right there he rips out his fat cock in front of your very eyes. You can't help but gasp and the beautiful sight. He was so hard, precum pearling at the tip. It made your mouth water in anticipation.

You look at him with hungry eyes and just nod while opening wide. Baekhyun smirks.

"Good girl" he says, pinching your nose and slowly pushing himself inside your tiny mouth. He doesn't stop at the first resistance, instead he pushes harder, making his way past the back of your throat. You feel the burn with each inch as he grunts loudly. You can't breathe anymore, not through your nose and certainly not through your mouth.

Without a warning Baekhyun starts to rapidly pump himself in and out of your mouth making your eyes water. You feel tears roll down your cheeks as you try to gasp for air. Baekhyun doesn't stop and skull fucks you even deeper, tearing your throat apart. You try to push him away, but he doesn't budge. He just moans louder using your face as his personal fuck toy.

Finally, he pulls out allowing you to breathe. You loudly gasp for air. Coughing, you look up at your boyfriend. He still looks pissed.

"Fuck babe, that little slut mouth of yours is fitted for my cock, isn't it?" he says trying to catch his breath pushing his blond hair back. You cough still trying to pull yourself together.

Without warning, Baekhyun leans in and his  hands reach for the collar of your dress with one powerful and swift move he rips it off your body leaving you in your baby blue lace bra only.

"Take that off for me" he says pointing at the bra as he passes his oversized hoodie over his head. You look in awe at the muscles of his back and abs moving to mesmerize you. He looks so good, he's lightly sweating from pleasuring himself with your mouth. He's stark naked in front of you, you gulp loudly, anticipating but also fearing what's to come.

"Lay there" he commands pointing a finger to the bed, you do as you're told and lay with your arms resting to your sides. Baekhyun then gets up and walks to the dresser. He opens the fourth drawer. You know what he stores in this drawer, you squirm in apprehension.

When he turns back to you, he's holding a red marker and two, no, three nipple clamps.

"Baby girl, you know you've been bad, right?" You look at him with scared eyes but nod. He sits next to you.

"This one is for allowing another man to think about you" he says as he clips the clamp on one of your nipples. You bite your lip at the delicious pinching sensation.

"This one is for daring to even say his name in front of me" he places the second clamp on your other nipple. You gasp. It feels so good, your watery eyes fill up with tears again.

"And this one is for reminding you who owns you" he places the last one on your untouched but very anticipating clit. This time you can't help but to scream and grip the sheets as the pain spreads through your core. Baekhyun looks down at you with a satisfied smirk.

"Hmmm baby, you look so pathetic squirming like that." He leans over you. "Does it hurt, baby?" he purrs as a cold smile spreads on his lips. You looked up at him, pouting and eyebrows knitted together and nod.

"Baby girl, it's only fair for you to be treated this way because you were very bad you understand, right?"

You nod, the tears finally streaming down your face. Baekhyun smiles in satisfaction again, he loves to see you in this state, wrapped around his fingers. He controls you, he owns you. 

Then, he takes the red sharpie out. He takes off the cap and writes on your body, first right under your collarbones, then on your lower stomach and finally on your face.

"Go ahead and get up to go see how beautiful you look."

You get up and wince in pain again as the gravity pulls on the clamps. You walk up to the full length mirror. Baekhyun wrote "cocksleeve" across your chest,  "my cunt" right over your pussy and finally "daddy's slut" on each of your cheeks.

"Aren't you pretty?" You turn back to him. 

"Yes, thank you daddy" you meekly answer.

You want to walk back to him, but he puts his hand up and stops you.

"Not so fast, baby girl. The punishment isn't over yet. You are not allowed to walk back to me... Get on all fours and crawl to me like the bitch that you are"

You feel the humiliation rush to your cheeks and spread to your body. But you obey anyway, you do as you're told. Your knees against the cold hard wood you approach your sadistic boyfriend.

"Good girl, now. Crouch and tell daddy how sorry you are" You feel the tears well up again.

"Daddy..." you start with your voice trembling, avoiding his eyes. "I'm sorry. I will never upset you again." 

Silence follows, you lift your head to look up at him and without a warning he slaps you across the face, almost making you fall. You rub your cheek.

"Gotta have to do better than that" he replies with the harshest tone. Now you are just sobbing.

"This little slut is sorry daddy. She doesn't deserve a daddy as perfect as you. I am nothing more than your personal fuck toy and a mere toy should only serve her daddy and no other men should be allowed to lay eyes on it. Daddy I'm sorry for being a dirty whore I will make it up to you I promise."

Baekhyun chuckles, visibly satisfied to see you dragging yourself down like this. You can't help but to let your eyes trail down his perfect body to his cock... He is harder than ever.

"That's right baby you are my pathetic little slut" he says gently stroking your still burning cheek.

"You know what baby? Daddy wants you to hurt as much as you hurt him by allowing this man in your life." He harshly grabs your face.

"So, you're going to stand up and you're going to show daddy how your pretty little face twists in pain" he says with a large, wicked smile.

You stand up.

"Jump, lemme see the clamps bounce."

You do as you're told and bounce yourself up and down. The weight of the clamp on your clit is unbearable and you just frown deeply in pain.

"Good girl now pull on the clamps on your nipples"

You pull on them harshly, the joyous pain makes you roll your eyes back and you can't help but to let a soft moan escape your lips. Baekhyun reaches down and starts to pump his hand around his big cock. He looks satisfied, nothing arouses him more than seeing you cry like this.

"Twist them"

You moan louder, it's difficult to contain your excitement as you feel your arousal coating your inner thighs.

"Good girl" he says with an evil smirk.

After a while, your body is red all over, complementing even better the matching sharpie.

"Now lay there you slut" Baekhyun says as he gets up the bed. You lay on your back and wait for further instructions.

Baekhyun gets on the bed over you and places himself at your entrance. Rubbing his tip against your slick folds.

"What a pitiful slut that you are getting this wet from being humiliated" he says smirking. And with that he violently pushes himself inside you in one go. You scream in absolute bliss, almost cumming to this one single thrust.

"Fuck, baby" Baekhyun moans.

He starts to move rapidly, you feel the familiar knot in your stomach form. He goes full force right away, making your fringe jump with each powerful thrust.

"Baby what are you?" he pants.

"I'm your slut daddy"

"Good girl" he says, grinding his teeth, rewarding you with more powerful thrusts and more overwhelming pleasure.

"You like daddy's thick cock don't you, slut?"

"Yes, I love your big cock daddy, it feels so good in my tiny cunt" You whine, feeling the knot getting tighter. The three nipple clamps jumping all over the place as Baekhyun fucks you deep and hard.

"No one can make you feel good like daddy,  do you understand?" he says struggling, moaning in between each word.

"Yes only daddy's big cock" you bite your lip trying not to cum as Baekhyun hasn't granted you permission yet.

"Good girl. You are daddy's little slut. Daddy's toy. Daddy's personal cocksleeve. Nothing more. Your only purpose is to pleasure daddy and make him cum with your tight cunt." Baekhyun grunts, pushing himself deep and fast inside you.

The dirty talk is too much for you, you feel so good and the humiliation of being reduced to a mere object sends you over the edge. You scream and moan as your legs shake into an uncontrollable and divine orgasm, your sensitive little pussy deseperately twitching around Baekhyun's thick cock. 

Your high hasn't even worn out yet that you feel Baekhyun's not-so-delicate hand slap your face. The burn in your cheek makes your eyes roll back as the setlling pleasure of your orgasm makes your mind go blank.

"I'm sorry daddy" you say half moaning, half sobbing, gagging on his slender digits.

"You slut, you came without daddy" he shoves his long fingers deep inside your throat. You instinctively suck on them as tears run down your cheeks again.

"You're such a bad girl" Baekhyun says, whipping his fingers out of your mouth to immediately pull harshly on your hair. You scream in both overwhelming pain and unbearable pleasure.

"Daddy I'm sorry" you say again, moaning as Baekhyun keeps on pounding into you, still pumping his fat cock in and out of you at an alarming speed. Stretching your tiny pussy beyond repair.

"Shut the fuck up slut" Baekhyun says as he repeatedly slaps you in the face, smudging the sharpie over with your tears. He picks up the pace again. Going even faster, destroying your pussy in the process. You moan in pleasure, feeling the knot tightening again.

"Daddy please slow down I'm going to cum again" you sob.

"I said shut up" he says clapping his hand over your mouth muffling your moans. Baekhyun has a really hard time containing himself. He feels like he's going to burst any second. As soon as he removes his hand you speak again.

"Daddy please I'm-" but you can't finish.

"Shut the fuck up I said you fucking  bitch" he grunts.

Baekhyun circles his hands around your narrow neck. Pressing his fingers on your throat and your artery to keep the blood from reaching your brain. Finally, you are silenced, you can't speak anymore, not even moan. You can only concentrate on the immense pleasure Baekhyun makes you feel. He grunts loudly pumping in and out of your exhausted tiny cunt. You feel like the knot will come undone at any second now.

"That's it baby! You like when daddy chokes you, right baby? " Baekhyun says clenching his jaw.

Slowly your vision clouds up and you start to feel lightheaded. Like you are high on the most enjoyable and addicting drug: rough sex with your boyfriend Byun Baekhyun.

"I'm going to mark this cunt now baby. I'm going to make it all mine. I'm going to cum inside of you".

Seconds later, you feel thick ropes of cum painting your walls and filling you up as Baekhyun releases himself inside you with powerful thrusts. His hair is stuck to his forehead, he breathes heavily as he wears a relieved expression, his eyebrows deeply furrowed and his jaw lossely hanging open.

As you are about to pass out from too little oxygen, the delicious feeling of being pumped full of hot cum sends you over the edge and you reach the most blissful orgasm ever.

"Yeah that's it baby girl, cum for me, cum for daddy" Baekhyun says with a carnivorous smile.

Your legs shake all over as you see stars from being chocked. This sensation is a whole new level. Never in your life you felt something this intense. It's heaven. You ascended to heaven.

As Baekhyun slows down he releases his brusing grip around your neck, and you can finally gasp for air. As you catch your breath your vision comes back to normal and the high fades away.

Baekhyun collapses next to you, visibly exhausted and satisfied. You scoot closer to him and rest your head on his glistening chest. He starts stroking your hair.

"Baby?" he asks, hesitant.

"Yeah?"

"You... love me more, right? More than him..." he says timidly. You can't help but smile Athos sheepish expression. You look up at him amorously surprised by the the complete change in his attitude. There's no more anger in his eyes as he cutely pouts.

"No babe, I only love you. You are my one and only" you say softly kissing him. He looks back at you smiling before closing his eyes.

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[wornoutmouse]

Iwaizumi x poc

Warnings: locker room smex, agressesive, light degradation

Can ya'll tell I don't know shit about volleyball rules. Can ya also tell I ain't finished Haikyuu so I'm writing for people I don't even know lmao.

"Damn it!" Iwaizumi cursed as he missed the spike once again making you sigh, he was never in good spirits after a bad game. The score was 3-10 and you could almost taste the hostility in the air. "Aw, man! I really overstepped out there!" You heard a 1st year on the other team groan as he drinks water on the sidelines. You smile warmly, "Don't worry about it, you did great!" You give a big thumbs up making the boy look at you confused but he returned the enthusiasm anyway. Facing back on the court you jump at the piercing look your boyfriend was giving you.

You roll your eyes and signal for him to pay attention to the game. He knew that no matter who a person was, you weren't one to be mean. "Y/N-chan!" Oikawa called out to you, "Watch this!" Oikawa takes a step back before serving the ball only to slip and hit Iwazumi in the back of the head effectively giving the ball to the other team. You cover your mouth to hide your laughter but it was no use as Iwazumi slowly turned to look at you with a menacing glare. You quickly face away from him pretending as if you were checking your edges.

In the end, you guys lost which didn't blow over with your boyfriend so you decided to give him space. As the other team got on their bus to leave, the boy you had cheered on ran up to you and bowed deeply, thanking you for your kind words. "Oh don't worry about it dude, just showing my sportsmanship!" He laughs before running onto his bus as his teammates call him a simp. Later in the locker room, you find yourself folding your boyfriend's jersey. "Y/N-chan!" Oikawa calls out making you smile and wave at him before returning to your task. "What is it hon." you respond placing the clothes into the locker. "I was thinking, Iwa-chan was looking really scary today." Oikawa shivered.

"You know how passionate he is Kawa, just give him some space and you'll be fine." you reassure him just as Iwaizumi walks into the locker room. The locker room was eerily quiet so it wasn't hard for you to hear the sound of footsteps getting closer. "Hmmm your still here." Iwaizumi mumbles acknowledging Oikawa's presence but focusing mainly on you.

You glance at Iwazumi and nod softly as to not agitate him any further than he already was. "You know I gotta wait for you babe." you chuckle as you feel wet hands wrap around your exposed waist. "Eww your wet!" Oikawa makes fake gagging noises, "And that's my cue!" he says leaving the locker room with a small wave.

You chuckle, "Babe, come on, get your cold hands-off they tickle-" "Shut up."

You jump as you're slammed into the locker quickly latching onto the shelves in front of you. "Babe-" you feel Iwazumi's fingers force their way into your mouth and the rough pads of his fingers press down on your tongue. Iwaizumi's hands come up to cup your butt before roughly pulling down your pants. "Not in here babe it's not professional!" Iwaizumi scoffs, "You mean how you were professionally flirting with that bastard on the other team!?"

You squeak as Iwaizumi pushes your back down making your butt poke out. "I wasn't-" Iwaizumi slaps your ass before griping it harshly in his hand. "You let him look at what's mine Y/N. I bet if he asked, you'd let him even touch wouldn't you!?" You shook your head flinching as Iwaizumi rubs rough circles into your clit sending tremors of pleasure throughout your body. "Your body still knows who it belongs to though." Iwaizumi responded smugly, collecting your fluids with his fingers, bringing them up to you for you to lick off.

Iwaizumi goes to your ear and whispers harshly with his teeth grinding together. "I'm not in the mood for your excuses right now Y/N so do me a favor and keep your mouth shut."

Getting on his knees, he spreads your ass apart roughly moaning at the sight of your wet pussy. "Don't make a sound." is all you hear before Iwaizumi sucks gently on your folds. You sigh, swishing your hips more into Iwaizumi's face making him growl and slap your ass. "Stop moving." You halt your hips and try to stop yourself from reacting as you grip the metal locker shelves in front of you. The way Iwaizumi's tongue delved deeper inside of your velvet walls, gently massaging your g-spot, was sending you to cloud nine with pleasure.

After a while, he pulls away out of breath with your juices shining on his chin as his angry eyes glared at you. He stands up caressing your lower back before delivering a hard slap to your ass as he pushes his shorts below his crotch making his hard member flip out slapping against his stomach. Grabbing the back of your shirt, Iwaizumi raises you slamming the locker door closed and pressing you back against the locker. "Hey, you don't have to be so rough!" you complain as you feel the cool metal searing your fae.

Iwaizumi doesn't respond as he coats his dick with your fluids before pushing the tip slightly in. "I want you.." Iwaizumi trails off as he holds your hip in place going deep in thought. He watches with hawk-like concentration, the small sheen of sweat that accumulated on your back. He contemplated if he wanted to carry you out of the gym or allow you the ability to walk. "Every time, I fuck into your cunt, I want you to tell me who you belong to." You glance back behind you but before you could respond in question, you are filled to the brim with his cock.

You whine loudly as your cunt was abused but this was not an adequate response for Iwaizumi as he bends over you, taking hold of your neck gripping it securely. "Who do you belong to?" he asks accentuating each word with a thrust. You attempt to babble out a sentence unsuccessfully, "I -fuck- I.. Slow down, -crap!" Iwaizumi grips your neck harder effectively cutting off your air circulation. "I said, who. do. you. belong. to. slut!" You whine as your cunt is forced to spread wider with each thrust to accommodate how his cock thickened as it got closer to the base.

Giving up on getting an appropriate response, Iwaizumi stands up fully keeping your bent over with a firm hand on your lower back as he fucks into you. He throws his head back as he rubs his exposed abs with his other hand. "Oh yeah let me hear you." You stomped your right leg rapidly as Iwaizumi opened you up with his cock. "This is what happens when you want to be an attention whore right Y/N?" You shook your head moaning so loudly that you could hear it echoing back to you as the sound bounced off the walls. Your ass started to burn as you received a multitude of slaps from Iwaizumi's slender hand. "Could that fucking twink fuck you like this Y/N?" "N-No." you cried out weakly

Iwaizumi hummed with mock pity, "No? Are you sure?" Iwaizumi raised his leg by positions his foot on a smaller open locker next to you. "I don't think you understand my question. Who is the only person that can make you feel like this?" Iwaizumi wraps a hand around you rubbing circles into your clit making you come closer to your impending orgasm. "Only you Iwai! Fuuck~ only you." your eyes roll to the back of your head as your vision is clouded with white.

"Do you want me to come in you, think you deserve it?" in your haze, you nod your head uttering silent pleas. "You gotta say thank you when I cum okay baby?" You moan as Iwaizumi speeds up his thrusts putting his foot down to get a better grip on the floor as he practically fucks you into the foundation of the locker. "I'm cumming, and you better take it all baby!" he growls griping your ass cheeks so hard there were sure to be bruises left behind.

Iwaizumi finally cums in you after a final thrust, shoving you flush against the locker, making sure you were stuffed. You softly cried out dazed as Iwai gently rocked into you riding out his aftershocks of pleasure.

He helps you pull your pants back up and softly adjusts your hair to show some semblance of order. "Now what did you learn?" You lazily smirk, "That I should talk to the other team more." Iwaizumi sighed but you don't miss the small smile that showed on his face.

[irisofpurple]

Good Girl

Summary: What happens when Lana comes home to Ethan, fashionably late after a girls night?

Book: Open Heart Book 3 (post ending)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey×f!MC (Lana Stevens)

Word Count: 2k.

Warnings/Rating: Smut, Swearing, NSFW; Explicit.

A/N: This is pure filth and nothing but filth. A self indulgent produce of my very Scorpio brain and the smuttiest fic I've ever written. I'm not exactly sorry but you've been warned jskssjjkkhhssk. It follows up after New Look, which was my first ever Pictagram edit. I suppose you can still read this if you missed that though. Hope you enjoy reading!

This work is NSFW and meant for 18+ readers only. Please use discretion.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Pixelberry.

A rush of giddy excitement hit her as she turned the keys to his apartment, making her stumble slightly at the doorstep as she entered.

Alcohol from the countless shots Jackie made them do was still hot and pumping through her veins. In her drunken haze, Sienna had actually convinced her to keep the wig on.

She adjusted it slightly before she realised she'd stepped into pin drop silence, the moonlight streaming in through the floor to ceiling windows the only source of light cutting through the darkness.

A quick glance at her watch told her it was 2:30 AM. Way past Ethan's bedtime.

Her stomach dropped. The girls night had went on longer than she'd anticipated. They'd gotten a bit carried away between gossiping and drinking to new beginnings. It had been a while since they'd had a relaxing night as this after all.

As fun as that was, what Lana was really looking forward to tonight was seeing Ethan. All that teasing had made her as hot as she'd hoped to have made him. She wanted to leave right then but it wouldn't have been fair to her friends.

Her shoulders slumped. It was no use now.

She turned head into the bedroom, the knowledge that she'd find him peacefully asleep making her heart sink a little.

"You're late."

The familiar rumble of his voice echoed through the room, making her gasp in surprise and turn back around.

There he was. Sitting at the bar with a glass of scotch nestled in his hand.

Her heart jumped in her throat, a fresh surge of adrenaline coursing through her, renewing her excitement even more than before.

The contrasting shadows and moonlight highlighted his already sharp jawline, making him look more beautiful than ever.

Slowly, he rose from his seat, drawing nearer to her, his dark predatory gaze never leaving her. She wasn't able to look away either, her belly clenching with anticipation with every step he took.

She shivered as he ran his fingers though the red hair, his blue eyes going the deepest shade of sapphire possible.

"You're still wearing it, I see." he muttered darkly, a dangerous edge to his voice.

A slow smirk spread across her face. She knew no joy like seeing Ethan Ramsey tethering on the edge in a struggle for control.

And she'd make sure he fell over tonight.

"I thought you'd fallen asleep." she said, feigning nonchalance, pointedly ignoring his observation.

In a sudden movement, he pulled her hand by the wrist to the front of his pants, making her feel his hardness though the fabric.

"Do you know how hard it is to sleep like this?" He said through gritted teeth.

Lana was unfazed. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips as she stared right back into those celestial blues.

"I can only imagine." She murmured huskily as her fingers caressed him ever so slightly, confidence oozing through her as he twitched violently at her touch.

He pulled her hand away and onto his chest, having realized that his move had backfired.

"You made me wait." He accused, his rebellious gaze dropping to her lips.

"I think I know exactly how to make up for it." Lana said with coquettish smirk.

She captured his lips soon after, not letting him a chance to say anything more. Her hands travelled down to palm his bulge once more, making him groan against her lips. Tongues tangled in a desperate battle for dominance, their need for each other assuming more importance than air for a few breathless moments.

Lana pushed him onto the couch, looking down at him with a devilish smile as she pulled off her wig, shaking free her natural blonde curls. They fell around her shoulders gracefully as Ethan watched her with an awestruck look on his face, all traces of resistance gone. She took off her top next, taking delight in his sharp intake of breath as her breasts spilled free before his reverent eyes, following to straddle his lap and continue kissing him with abandon.

Her lips trailed down the corded muscles of his neck, sucking and biting as she goes. Ethan's hands meanwhile were firmly gripping her waist, another one inching underneath her skirt, closer and closer to her soaked core.

But she wouldn't let him get there. Not yet.

His shirt flew across the living room in a matter of seconds and then she on her knees before him, her lips having left a wet trail of kisses all over his chest and abs.

She unbuckled his belt with deft fingers, pulling down the redundant material of his trousers. His cock sprung free, jutting out in all it's glory, demanding immediate attention.

Her delicate fingers gripped him firmly, pumping him a few times torturously.

"Lana.." Ethan groaned helplessly.

She gave him a smile that she knew he found devastating.

"Feel free to pull my hair." she said as she moved to give a long luscious lick along his length.

Her blood red lips were wrapped around his cock the next second, causing Ethan's hips to buck up involuntarily. His fingers tangled in her hair, making her hum around him in satisfaction.

She was on her knees but the one surrendering was Ethan, completely at her mercy. That knowledge was as beholding as it was empowering.

She sank down the length of him, hollowing out her cheeks, relishing every grunt and moan that escaped his throat as she took him deeper into her own.

She repeated the motion, working him up, not letting the involuntary gags or tears brimming in her eyes stop her from taking him where she wanted.

Keeping eye contact, she realised him with a dizzying pop only to suck on his heavy balls till they were as wet as his now glistening cock.

The look of sheer adoration mixed with lust and frustration on his face had to the hottest thing she'd ever witnessed. It made her own folds drip with arousal.

Her tongue flicked across the slit of his tip, before her warm mouth engulfed him once more to bob down his steely length with determination, taking him all the way in.

"Sweetheart, you're going to make me.. FUCKK!"

His grip on her hair tightened, almost to the point of pain. It only served to excite her more. She didn't let up till he emptied himself down her throat, cursing as he shook and came like never before.

She licked him clean, not leaving a single drop.

She felt breathless and a little punch drunk as he pulled her up and into his arms, kissing her tenderly, softly caressing her cheek and wiping away the tears.

He pulled back to look at her, concern etching his handsome face. "Are you okay?"

She laughed. "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

He seemed satisfied with her answer because the look of worry gave way to a roguish smirk.

"Just needed to be sure cause I'm not done with you yet."

"Wha-"

"Shhh." He silenced her with his fingers. "You had your way with me, didn't you? Now it's my turn."

"But.." her query died in a moan as Ethan's fingers found her dripping core.

"Damn." He hissed. "How are you already so wet?"

Lana was in no shape to answer because his thumb was working her clit in maddening circles, excruciating pleasure rippling through her as two fingers curled into her slick passage.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as his skillful fingers moved over her with precision and expertise, over and over again. Just when she was about to reach her peak however, he ceased all movements.

Lana cried out in disappointment from the sudden loss of sensations.

"What are you doing?" she hissed at him in frustration.

Ethan only smiled. "You didn't think I'd let you get away with all that teasing so fast, did you?"

"What do you-"

"Hush, my darling. I said it was my turn. You made me wait for you all evening. Now close your eyes."

"But-"

"No arguments." He said firmly.

Lana hesitantly shut her eyes, the ache between her legs getting unbearable with each passing second.

"Good girl." She could hear the smile in his voice. "Don't move an inch and keep your eyes shut. I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?" she cried. "You can't leave me like this."

"Don't you trust me, my love?" He chastened.

Lana gulped. "I do but.."

"No buts then. I promise I'll make it worth your while but no cheating or this ends here."

"No!" Lana shook her head. "I'll do as you say."

"That's my girl."

She heard his footsteps fade away as she struggled to stay still. She was tempted to take a peek and more anything else, touch herself and soothe the throb between her legs. She could get off so easily right now.

But she didn't dare disobey. The wait and build up made her wetter and more turned on than she'd ever been.

Her breath came in shallow pants as she waited and by the time he was back, she felt like one touch would be enough to make her explode.

He secured a silky fabric across her eyes and she heard a low click of glass on the surface of the table.

What the hell was that?

Her heart pounded in her chest and her sex clenched in anticipation.

"Hands above your head and don't move. Or I'll have to tie you up."

She nodded eagerly, following his instructions. "Please Ethan."

He chuckled. "Patience, my love. If there's anything I learnt tonight, it's that waiting makes everything better."

She gasped as she felt his lips on her inner thighs, his beard deliciously scraping her skin as he kissed her everywhere but where she needed him most. It was too much but not enough.

His fingers hooked around the lace of her panties. "As pretty as these are, they have to go."

A loud rip followed, tearing through the room and informing her that her panties were definitely in shreds.

"That was.." she choked out, almost in alarm, unable to finish her sentence. But Ethan seemed to understand her concern.

"I'll buy you more." He grunted.

She felt warm liquid slosh onto her chest, flowing down slowly between the valley of her breasts and down her belly, making her entire body tingle.

Her back arched as the flow inched closer to her pulsing core. She moaned out loud as it finally reached it's destination, suddenly cooling her hot sex.

Ethan's mouth closed on her clit before she could process what was going on.

"Ethannn" She cried out.

She didn't recognize the feline noises escaping her, gasping and moaning for her life as she climbed higher and higher with each masterful stroke of his tongue.

"God. I thought scotch was best had neat. I was wrong. So wrong." He muttered against her sex.

The low rumble vibrated through her body and as soon as his fingers joined the ministrations of his mouth, Lana catapulted over the edge, fireworks exploding behind her eyes and blinding her with hot white pleasure as she came all over his face harder than ever. He didn't stop till all the aftershocks rocking her subsided, letting her ride out her orgasm.

He removed her blindfold and pulled her into his arms, gently kissing the top of her head as she hugged him feebly.

As she caught her breath, her eyes landed on the expensive half empty bottle of scotch and she laughed. "Scotch and sex? Who would've thought?"

Ethan chuckled, running his fingers through her hair. "Me apparently. How did it feel?"

She buried her face in his chest, feeling her face heat. "You know how I felt. I was pretty vocal about it."

Low masculine laughter rumbled through his chest making her heart squeeze and sex clench, like she didn't just have the best orgasm of her life.

She wasn't embarrassed though because she could feel his rock hard errection against her thigh.

She looked up at him mischievously. "Are we ready for a round two?"

She yelped as he lifted her, her thighs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to their bedroom.

"Always."

Whew! I hope you enjoyed reading that. As usual, I'd love to know what you think. Please forgive the mistakes if there are any. I couldn't proofread due to shortage of time.

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[sunatooru]

Bad Santa - Daichi Sawamura x f!reader Smut

The drawing was done my friend ❤️ show her some love. Her Instagram is @gizemdrawssometimes !!!!

This is my first imagine and inspired by his Halloween costume and my kinks lol. Tell me if you like it and I'm open for requests😁

•: smut 18+, minors dni and 'daddy' is used a lot

•

He watches as your dress rides a little too high in front of the volleyball team. He's well aware that's it's a Halloween party and that costumes were necessary. What he didn't realise was how turned on he would get seeing you in a little Mrs Claus outfit. Thigh high boots wrapping beautifully around your legs and cleavage almost popping out if it wasn't for that one button.

When you said you wanted to match with him, the images of cute, kind Mrs Claus came to mind, not you looking so tight everywhere that even the first years were drooling.

"Wait until we get home." He whispers deeply in your ear as everyone starts to go home.

You stand a little straighter as his hand rests on your lower back, nervously waving good bye to everyone.

The short walk to Daichi's house was quiet and unnerving. You knew what he meant but you didn't know why. You didn't do anything bad, right?

You jump at the bedroom door being closed behind you.

"Get on the bed, pretty" he growls and you comply.

You turn, taking a seat and you clench your thighs. Your eyes run across Daichi's body. He's undone the buttons of his Santa jacket, showcasing his tight abs as his trousers hang low enough for you to see his strain. He takes off the jackets and your mouth waters at the way his arms flex when he lightly palms himself over the red velvet trousers.

"Someone's been a naughty girl.." he looks down at you sternly and you bite your lip.

"...and do you know what Santa does to naughty girls?" He ask, stalking his way towards you like you're his prey.

You want to answer but his hand roughly chokes you and makes you moan.

"Naughty girls don't get to cum when they want." He growls and he smashes his lips to yours.

It's sloppy and hard and you can't help but touch him everywhere. He grabs your waist, hoisting you further up the bed, a moan leaving both your lips as his erection grazes between your thighs, the friction makes your stomach tighten.

"If you wanted to dress like a slut, I'll fuck you like one. Huh, what do you think about that princess?" He smirks as your eyes get covered with lust.

"Daichi..please" you plead.

"What did you call me?" He hisses as he presses himself against you.

"Daddy.. I mean daddy.." you moan as he attacks your neck, biting down hard enough that you're sure your wetness has leaked out.

"Look at you. All red and puffy and I haven't even tasted you yet." He smirks.

He rips open your costume, buttons flying on to the floor and he spread your thighs open. He runs a finger over your underwear and you shudder at how painfully slow he is.

"So wet baby, who made you this wet? Was it from all the attention the boys were giving you?" He questions, chuckling as you shake your head to his accusations.

"No daddy you, only y-" you couldn't even finish your sentence as he tears off your underwear and immediately assaults your clit with his tongue. He flicks it fast, rolling his tip around your erected bud.

You lower your hands to grab onto his hair but he stops you.

"I don't think so." He sucks your clit hard and uses one hand to hold both your wrists above your head.

You struggle against him, you want to push his face deeper into you but he won't allow it.

"Good girls use their words" he says, bringing two fingers to your mouth.

"Yes daddy." He moan as you wrap your lips around his fingers. Swirling your tongue around the tips before squeezing your cheeks.

He pulls them out, a string of spit keeping you connected before he plunges inside your tight hole.

You arch as he spreads his fingers apart inside you, eyes rolling back as he angles his fingers like a hook, hitting you right where you need.

"I've never seen such a slutty Mrs Claus" he growls as he quickens his pace.

"Daddy please..." Your legs begin to shake, you're so close, you start to close your eyes as you feel everything tighten.

"What did I say?" Your eyes open wide, moaning at the way he's slapped your face. You mewl as he soothes the skin with his lips.

He looked so sexy, muscles rippling and tensing as he looms over you. You pussy clenches only to realise his fingers are no longer there.

"Now, I'm gonna fuck that pretty little pussy and you're going to tell everyone who you belong to, you got that?" He smiles sadistically, sliding into you raw, making you shout.

He wraps his hands around your throat as he starts to thrust.

"I said. You got that slut?" He comes down to bite your lips as you wilt from his tight hold.

"Y-yess, I belong to you daichi.."

"Ahhh daddy!" You moan as he lets go of your arms and grabs either sides of you hips. Dragging your body across his cock, your hands squeezing the bed sheet before holding into his arms. Your body feels weightless as he continues to fuck you like you're his own little fleshlight.

You can feel your thighs burning as your eyes lose focus. Your head is empty, the slapping of his balls against your wet pussy echoes off the walls. He grunts with every thrust.

"Is my baby so fucked she can't even speak?" He growls, watching as your eyes roll back, nails digging deeper into his flesh.

"Umph.." you whine, you can feel your core tighten.

"Please please.." you plead, eyebrows furrow as you look down at how he's stretched you out.

He laughs, biting your neck as his he removes his hand from your hip and brings it to your clit.

"You want to cum on daddy's cock?" He teases and you shake at the pressure he adds to your clit.

"Yes please let me cum on your cock daddy...please.," he moves faster, you wouldn't dare cum without permission and he knows this. He's smiling down at you as you start to shake, so close and ready to burst if he lets you.

"Fuck!" He groans as you clench around his length.

"Be a good girl and cum." He commands as he gives one last thrust and stills inside you. You feel his hot load shoot and it snaps your coil. You scream out his name as your thighs shake vigorously, your juices drenching him beautifully.

You whimper as he pulls out, sighing as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

"Thank you daddy" you say when he picks up his cum and pushes it back into you.

"Santa loves good girls"

[honeyoongiah]

114 days

Pairings: Jungkook x reader

Genre: Idol! Jungkook, drabble, fluff, smut

Words: 2k

Warnings: explicit sex

Summary: Jungkook AU drabble

1. I love you, I hope you know that

7. I like it when you say my name

13. You're so much fun to touch

16. No I am supposed to make you feel good

A/N: I'm sorry that you had to wait a little longer 👉🏻👈🏻 but at least the drabble got a little longer than expected! I hope you enjoy it!💕

It's been about 4 months since you've seen your boyfriend the last time. He was on tour and that meant he wasn't even in the same country as you. Even though you tried talking on the phone and texted as much as you could, it was difficult.

The different time zones made it hard to text and talk much on the phone, additional to that Jungkook was obviously very busy and when he wasn't he was dead tired and needed lots of sleep.

You lost count of how often he fell asleep while facetiming with you or how often you didn't even come that far because he fell asleep as soon as his body met the hotelbed.

You tried being understanding and supportive, it was his dream and you loved how his eyes shined when he told you about the concerts. His voice was angelic and you knew he belongs on the stage, but having a stable relationship was hard.

You had your own responsibilities so you couldn't just go with him, even though you'd love to.

It's been 114 days already since you've kissed him goodbye, you counted every day and got more and more frustrated.

It was already 11pm, you were on your couch eating a last bowl of cereals before going to bed. It's been yet another Friday other people went on dates with their significant other but you spent it alone.

First you thought it must be someone breaking into your apartment when you heard the door. You grabbed the first thing in reach to defend yourself, a half full bottle of water, and walked towards your hall. When you realized who stood in front of you, your hand let go of the bottle that hit the floor with a loud boom.

Jungkook smiled bright when he saw your shocked face. "Hello my love. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you, but I wanted to surprise you." You immediately ran into his arms, clinging onto him as if he'd disappear any second. Tears ran down your face when he wrapped his arms around you tightly. You couldn't believe that he was finally back at home, finally standing here and kissing your face while whispering how much he missed you.

You sobbed softly, stroking his cheeks and his neck, running your hands through his hair and back to his cheeks. "Your hair grew so much.", you said with a soft smile, you loved how cute he looked with those long curls. "Mhm they wanted to cut it but I told them that they'd have to fight you then so they shouldn't try."

A sigh left your body, you were finally at peace again. Your boyfriend was back. "Let's not stand in our hall all night hm? I prefer to sit down.", he grinned, kissing your lips softly and guiding you to the living room. He pulled you on his lap, placing soft kisses all over your face that tickled your skin. "Don't cry anymore hm? I'm here."

You nodded, but your tears didn't plan to stop for now. You were just so overwhelmed to have him here that you didn't know what to do first. "Ah Jungkook.", you whispered softly, not able to form any other sentence for now.

"I like it when you say my name.", he answered with a loving expression. You felt his hand stroking your hair behind your ear and you almost forgot how much his touch affected you. Every single time he made you relax with his presence.

"I-I missed you so much it was so horrible to be without you.", it blurred out of you. You didn't plan on telling him, because you knew he'd feel bad for making you sad, but you couldn't help it. "I hated every single day without you, I couldn't get distracted I missed you so so much it never stopped."

His gaze changed from happy to guilty. "I'm so sorry that I left for so long, I didn't have a choice. You know I want to be with you every minute.", he apologized, but you shook your head. "I know that, kook, I really do. I'm just so happy that you're back."

Jungkook stroked your back and leaned his forehead against yours. "I love you. I hope you know that.", he whispered to you. You slightly nodded. "I love you too. You make me feel loved and you make me so happy."

He stroked your cheek and leaned in for a long slow kiss. You missed how warm and soft his lips were, how good they felt on yours as if they were made for each other. "Why are you even here? I thought it would be another 2 or 3 weeks."

"I honestly couldn't handle being separated from you anymore and I managed to get them to let us go earlier.",he said honestly and began kissing you again. God, you loved him so much. Suddenly all your worries about how stable your relationship really was were gone, you only felt the deep love for him inside of you.

Your soft kisses turned to a wilder make out session when Jungkook pushed his hands under your shirt. "I missed your skin, I missed being close to you.", he whispered and pulled your shirt over your head. You weren't going to complain, the nights without him left you needy and even though you tried helping each other out on the phone, it just wasn't the same.

"Me too Jungkook please touch me.", you pleaded, pulling up his shirt too and wasting no time to open his pants. He grinned at you while he watched how you struggled with the button. He opened it for you when you whined in frustration and grabbed your hips to lay you down on the couch.

Jungkook hovered over your body, kissing your neck and touching every spot he could reach. His skilled fingers opened your bra within seconds that he threw away carelessly. "God you're so beautiful."

He began kissing down from your neck to your chest, leaving soft marks on your skin until he reached your breasts.

His big hands cupped and massaged them, making you moan softly. His eyes were glued to your face, watching your expression when he used his tongue on your nipples. "J-Jungkook please don't tease me." - "I'm not teasing you, I need time to enjoy every detail of you after such a long time."

You felt his lips kissing down your belly as he opened your pants and pulled them down together with your panties. For a moment he just stared at you, appreciating every detail of your body under him. You felt like his hands were everywhere at the same time, stroking your thighs and massaging your breasts but also teasing you between your legs.

You whined when he touched your clit gently, moving your hips in hope you'd get more friction. Jungkook smirked at how needy you were for him. "You're so much fun to touch." - "God please give me more I can't wait any longer."

He began to kiss your leg until he reached your clit, wrapping his arms around your thighs and placing kisses everywhere. His tongue stroked over you gently and you whined again, moaning his name and hoping he'd get the message.

What you didn't expect was his fingers teasing your entrance now, wasting not much time to enter you slowly. You moaned louder now, grabbing his hair and pushing his face deeper into you. You had no patience to wait until he'd stop with teasing.

Jungkook just chuckled softly in response, moving his fingers inside of you and starting to lick you. "I missed your taste baby.", he groaned while he moved faster. You held onto the couch, your eyes already rolling back in pleasure and you knew you wouldn't need much to reach your high.

"J-jungkook please don't stop I need to cum.", you pleaded and hoped he felt generous today. You knew your boyfriend loved to bring you to your limit, he loved edging you and making you beg but this time he just wanted to make you feel good.

"You can cum anytime babygirl I want to taste it.", he answered, picking up the pace and going harder now. His fingers hit your g-spot perfectly and you bit your lip, you knew the walls were thin and your neighbors didn't like listening to you two but there was no way that you could stay silent tonight. " Ohgod yes Jungkook fuck!"

You digged your nails into his shoulders now and he groaned in response. He loved that. "You turn me on so much. You can't imagine how much I wanted to do this every single night.", he admitted. "I thought about your moans and how you feel all the time it drove me crazy."

You wanted to answer him, to tell him that you felt the same way, but his words made you get closer to your orgasm and your brain wasn't in control of your words anymore. "Oh God ah close!"

Jungkook moved his tongue the way he knew you loved the most and brought you over the edge. Your body shook under him while you moaned his name loudly.

He helped you riding out your orgasm and licked his lips once he was done with you. You breathed heavily and felt like you needed a minute to calm down, but you didn't want to wait until then. Much to his surprise you got up and pushed him down, pulling his boxers away and revealing his already hard dick.

There was nothing that turned him on more than seeing you in pleasure. You wrapped your lips around his tip and pumped the rest of his dick with your hand. He groaned and watched how you took more and more in your mouth until he disappeared completely. "Fuck, you still take me like a good girl."

You looked up and nodded, a smirk on your face when you started bopping your head slowly. You scratched his abs and thighs with your nails and massaged his balls while you moved faster. His eyes were still on you as he grabbed your hair and guided your head. You let your jaw relax so he could fuck into your mouth easily.

His hips started thrusting up and he started to moan deeply as you felt yourself getting wet again. You loved how Jungkook used you and that was no secret. He noticed fast how turned on you got and pushed your body up to him. "Ride me."

"No, I am supposed to make you feel good.", you pouted. "There's nothing that feels better than to be inside of you babygirl I need that."

There was no way he had to tell you twice. You couldn't wait to finally feel him inside of you, to feel how he stretched you out and hit all the right spots to make you see stars. You sat on his lap and positioned his dick so you could slide down slowly. Both of you moaned again and you bit your lip.

He was big and you weren't used to it anymore, but it didn't take long until you rolled your hips and scratched his chest. "Fuck you're so hot.", he kept complimenting you and you blushed, it made you feel so good, so loved and cherished when he told you how beautiful you were on top of him.

You began to move faster and harder, you couldn't keep yourself silent even though you tried. Jungkook kept touching you on your most sensitive spots and you clenched around him every time. "Baby I'm close.", he moaned into your ear when he sat up to guide your hips.

"Cum inside of me please fill me.", you whined, scratching his back and marking his neck. You loved to leave your love bites everywhere, he was yours and you wanted people to know. "I'm close too."

Jungkook grabbed your neck and pulled you close for a long passionate kiss as you both came hard. Your body was shaking again but he held you close until your hips stopped moving. "I love you so much.", he said lovingly, kissing your neck and stroking your back, leaving goosebumps on your skin. "I love you too. I'm so glad I have you back with me."