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ou, lord.
i dont know how to describe what it felt like seeing this post. i SHIVERED. the splattered blood just looks so pleasing to the eye, and his eyes are captured PERFECTLY.
#also his nose fuck my lifee 🤤#i have so much more to say about this#but im very sleepy#leon kennedy#re4#resident evil
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no bc thinking about akutagawa, the port mafia dog that everyone thinks is so scary (he is) but who is actually the biggest gentleman. who hates plants bc they’re such a hassle to take care of, but who buys you flowers and puts sugar in the water vase to keep them alive ! 🫧🫧
who also just loves biting you. who is the biggest dick in bed, choking you and watching you cum with slits for eyes. who’ll kiss your throat right after he bruises it.
i forget if this is canon or not, but i saw somewhere that he doesn’t know what the frilly thing around his neck is called 😭 (i think its a cravat?)
Oh my FUCK!! Just like that I’m being sucked in and writing about him… Also I think that’s correct, it’s a cravat. Levi from AOT wore one too.🤤
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You’re right…. Ryuu is such a fucking guard dog — a Doberman, if you will. He’s tightlipped and terrifying when he tails you around town, or anywhere really.
You want a few inches of space while you’re in the bar? At the store? At a birthday party? Too fucking bad. He sneers at everyone who gets too close, challenging each person who dares chat you up in his presence without a single word. You smack him in the chest when he pushes the line, teasing him with a “down Ryuunosuke, be a good boy.” He huffs, unhappy, but backs off for the time being. Until something sets him off again.
Although you have to use an unfair amount of willpower not to show it, Ryuu’s aware, and smug, about the fact that his protective and obsessive behavior tugs on the part of your brain that tells you to shove him into the sheets when you get home.
This isn’t to go without saying that Ryuu’s such a sweetie when it comes to you. Like tooth rotting sort of sweet. It’s not so much displayed through words, but rather it’s spelled out in his actions. As stated above, the man does not have a green thumb. First off, plants require far too much attention. Attention that he’d rather spend on you. Second, even if he has tried to grow plants before, though he swears he hasn’t, they just seem to mock him. They die and if he’s honest, he can’t be bothered with whether they live or not.
But, for you, Ryuu did just enough research on how to keep flowers off of life support. When Ryuu brought you flowers for the first time and he noticed how your eyes brightened, how you buried your nose into soft petals and inhaled a lungful, only to hum in delight and aim the single most affectionate look he’s ever gotten at him, well, he needed the flowers to live for as long as you willed them to.
Ryuunosuke loves to suck bruises along your throat, your collarbone, any unmarked part of your body he can get his hands on. It absolutely ties into his possessiveness. You tell him he’s a “territorial ass,” but you moan his name and tilt your head to the side, spreading your thighs open as you insult him. You ask him for more kisses without really asking him.
He rolls his eyes but one side of his mouth twists into a smile, fitting himself snug between your legs. He always comes back with “Yeah? Well you’re a fucking brat,” pressing the harsh words into your collarbone. “You think I won’t mark what’s mine? That I’d let anyone not know who owns you?”
It’s got to be common knowledge that Ryuu is a jerk in bed. That he likes to tease, likes to edge you, even ruin your orgasm once in a while because his dick gets hard when you cry. A thrill races down his spine when you let him choke you, stomach drawing in tight. The pads of his fingers press deep into the sides of your throat, making your head throb and your cheeks flush hot to the touch when all your blood rushes to them. He almost bites the tip of his tongue off when your pussy squeezes the life out of his cock.
On the other side, something probably scratches the out of reach itch in Ryuunosuke’s brain when you take the reins from him. He’s always got too much on his plate, and being able to give up control satisfies his secret desire to be taken care of. His expression is never more open, never more loving, more tender than when you’re riding him. It’s slow and steady, you appreciate every inch of his cock as it slides in and out of your pussy.
You brace your hands on either side of his head and Ryuu stares up at you, his heavy lidded gaze mirroring yours as he pants, these small puffs of air that are just loud enough to make out. You repeat the smooth, steady rise and fall of your hips, lips parting and a breathy “Ryuunosuke,” drips off your tongue. You play it up a bit, knowing how worked up Ryuu gets when you moan his full name.
It works this time as it has all the others.
His breath stutters in his chest, nails digging in and pinching your ass. “Ryuunosuke, please baby, make me cum. Your cock is so good, help me.” Your pussy squeezes tight around him.
Ryuu’s eyes begin to roll, lids fluttering before he lets out a breathless laugh. “You’re playing with me, angel.” He’s too smart, he realized what you were doing from the get go. He secures his arms around your waist and rolls until your back hits the mattress. “Such a helpless little thing for me, aren’t you princess?” He pushes his hips forward and you swear the tip of his cock presses against your cervix.
Ryuunosuke trails his fingers up the underside of your forearms, tickling you, and laces your fingers together, pinning your hands by your head. He dips down to whisper in your ear.
“You don’t have to worry, my angel. I’ll ruin you. You’ll never think of another man or want someone else’s cock ever again.”
You belong to Ryuunosuke, but you knew that already, didn’t you?
#I….got a bit too carried away with this#bsd akutagawa#akutagawa x reader#akutagawa ryuunosuke#akutagawa smut#akutagawa headcanons#bungo stray dogs akutagawa#akutagawa ryunosuke x reader#bsd smut#bsd x reader#bungo stray dogs#bungo stray dogs x reader
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birthday bash ask!!~
let’s eat (🤤)- sarrrr this is dangerous!! i’m going to have to request mr kim mingyu (you know!!) and i’ll let you decide on a prompt(s) to use! (trust you with my all! gimme a dm if u want me to choose hehe)
5:13 p.m. — kim mingyu
prompt. “you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me. “
wc. 955
warning. mingyu fucks reader in a dryer (very unrealistic), needy!gyu, baby fever + marriage kink (my fav combo), use of mommy [x1], unprotected sex, creampie, manhandling, SO much dirty talk, pet names [baby, angel] — MINORS DNI 18+
note. thank u for sending in an ask lu,, i’m so sorry if you dont like the piece or the prompt i used !!! i know it’s a lil intense and lacks a lot of detail 😭 i was in the mood to write needy gyu with baby fever without thinking abt logistics so,,, here it is (also im sorry it’s so short </3) [not proofread if u see a typo, i literally didn’t write this]
mingyu is a sucker. you’re not sure there’s a diagnosis for what he has other than a severe case of baby fever. it's not when he sees babies that sets him off, no, it’s you. you doing anything remotely domestic like chores around the house for that matter. when you’re cooking him dinner, loading the dishwasher, dusting and sweeping in your cute little house slippers, and his personal favorite, unloading the dryer.
to put it simply, he just can’t wait to give you a baby so he can come home and spoil his gorgeous little family. the mere mention of even wanting a future with him has him weak in the knees.
it’s why your his shirt is flipped over your ass and your panties are pushed halfway down your legs the second he finds you in the laundry room. “gyu, what the fuck are you– ah!” you cry out feeling his spit-slicked cock slip inside of you. you fall into the pile of warm clothes, the smell of clean linen filling your nose. “baby!”
mingyu groans, cock twitching at the word that’s had his head spinning for weeks, “that’s right, ‘m gonna give you a baby, angel,” he says, hands gripping your hips for dear life, the flesh of your skin nearly interlaced between his fingers.
you moan loudly, but it’s muffled by the wild white sheets in the machine. your skin burns up as if it weren’t already on fire thanks to the fresh heat of the dryer. you knew mingyu was ruthless and needy when it came to getting his dick wet, but never would you have thought you’d be in this position as he pounds into you.
“fuck, i love you so much. love you and this fucking pussy so so much. ‘m gonna fill you up ‘n ‘m gonna marry you,” he mutters, eyes watching the way you swallow his dick whole, disappearing as it goes in and out. “gonna make you a pretty little mommy, make you my fuckin’ wife.”
you’re partially convinced that your boyfriend has gone crazy, but the words head straight to your core, the increase in your arousal solidifying everything mingyu had said.
his breathing becomes labored, soft moans growing louder as they morph into deep groans. your ears pick all of it up even with the walls of the dryer attempting to drown him out. “tell me you wan’ it, angel, t-tell me you wan’na baby, a pretty ring… tell me you want me forever.”
you just can’t say no, the offer is too good. you want everything and more with this man, so you tell him exactly what he wants to hear. “i do, i wan’ it, gyu, w-wanna make you a d-dad! w-wanna marry you!”
a guttural groan erupts in his chest and his thrusts pick up, the tip of his cock ramming into your cervix eliciting a loud, muffled cry as you scream into the cloth. “baby, you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me.” he babbles, overstimulated tears pricking at his eyes. “i’m so close, angel. gonna fill this cunt with all my cum ‘n get you pregnant. it’s gonna take. s-swear to fucking god, it’s gonna take.”
your hands mercilessly fist at the cotton, wrinkling it in your tight grasp. you think the heat from the freshly dried sheets melts your brain because now you’re sobbing, incoherently babbling out pleas, but the only thing that can be heard in the mess of your words is the chant of his nickname, “gyu, gyu, gyu!” you clench tightly around his cock, gummy walls molding to the shape of him as they’re made to.
and, fuck, mingyu’s abdomen tightens at the euphoric feeling. his balls draw up, thrusts turning sloppy and inconsistent as he fucks into you. “shit, baby,” he mewls, his grip on your hips near bruising. “i’m gonna cum.”
all it takes is another tight hug from your cunt and he’s a mess. his cock throbs inside the heat of your stretched cunt before he slams into you and stills, his tip pressed right against your cervix as he empties his load.
it’s the ripple effect that triggers your own orgasm. you moan and whine as you feel his heavy seed filling you to the brim and painting your used walls white. all the while, the knot that’s been steadily forming in the pit of your tummy completely unravels and you’re left a shaking, crying mess inside a dryer full of wrinkled, tear soaked cotton.
it takes him longer than usual to come down from his orgasm, but he eventually eases his grip on your waist as he finds his mind again. he pulls your near-limp body out of the dryer and you let out a broken whine as you feel his cock slip out, creating a mess of cum on the ground. he doesn’t really mind seeing his load go to waste knowing he’ll pump you full the second you’ve recovered.
you slump in his arms while he wordlessly presses kisses into your hair. when you whine again, he murmurs apologetically. “sorry i was so rough, are you okay?”
you nod, still trying to catch your breath and regain stability. “it’s okay. i’m okay. just need a sec,”
he doesn’t say anything for a minute or so, holding you in his arms till you’re able to stand on your own but then he whispers. “can we go again? are you up for it?”
you laugh softly at his need. “we can, but can we try the bed this time? do you think you’ll make it to our room without fucking me against one of the walls?”
he shrugs, grinning to himself. “we’ll see.”
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PLSS KALI i need a whiff of those balls right after a workout. sweaty , musky testicles to the bridge of my nose im not kidding. can you imagine what those pits smell like after the gym 🤤🤤🤤. my mouth is watering in real time. but the way i wanna play w his balls in my mouth like two marbles swishing around im FERAL for that fictional dick. when im ovulating all i can think ab is toji doing me dirty in prone bone OH MY GOD i need that massive man fucking me into the mattress. like i need his balls to tense up when im around. he needs to know im his BEST eater. need his libido saying SLOW DOWN BITCH. i need him abusing my gspot just once 🤓☝🏽 and ill be set for life 😩. thank u gege for creating my baby daddy, now creat a scene in the manga where he comes back and breaks my fucking back and bed. this is very incoherent but jesus seeing yall talk ab tojis gooch made me wanna rant.
can i be 🦷 anon? pretty please?
HIII 🦷 nonny welcome pookies!! dflhjkadskfj prone bone toji yasss with like a foot on the back your head keeping you down...dfjklhsfdkjs gege needs to deliver toji doujin porn istg.
also you got me writing... smellygym!toji thots... imagine toji gets home from the gym and you just immediately attack him. he always works out hard so he lets you pretty much do your thing and love him and all his stinky down.
you do just that as your drag him to the couch, already having a beer open ready for him the second you heard his car in the driveway. haphazardly, you toss him the remote so he can watch whatever game was on while you straddle him.
toji turns on the game and takes a sip of beer while you grind on his thick daddy sized thighs. needing more sticky wet contact, you peer off his sweat soaked shirt. toji grins at how eager you are scent yourself on him rubbing your body against his. uncaring how "gross", he was, in fact he was almost sure you preferred him better a lil sweaty.
spoiler alert—you do.
toji can feel how warm and moist your lil cunny is getting through his gym shorts. especially as you burrow your head into the musky fold under his shoulder. swirling patterns of slick sweat over his ribs and biceps as you grop him desperately while you gasp like you've never breathed air before while inside his pit.
toji can feel your hips pick up speed and your thighs clench around his muscular one.
"ya gonna cum already, mama?"
muffled affirmations fumble from your lips, he smelled extra potent today. the pheromones lacing his scent making you lose your own goddamn mind.
"did extra sets today just f'er my nasty lil slut, made sure to get nice and sweaty."
"f-fank yoou dafdy, fuk!" you cry out into his pit.
toji takes another swig of beer before placing it down on the table next to the sofa, his free hand now guiding your hips even faster on him. leaving a slime trail of your depravity lingering on his shorts.
wanting to taste him your tongue flattens to lap at the musty sweat, not caring that his this thick hairs scrape over your tongue. you gasp as the bitter taste of his musk stains your throat and you nearly choke from the loss of air as his heavy bicep presses you deeper into him. toji twitches, ticklish from your nasty lil tongue. the jerk of his body drives his thigh further up into you and smashing your sensitive clit and that's enough from your orgasm to rack threw your body as your muted moans resound from his pit.
you take a moment, dizzy as you heave, sliding your head out and onto his chest.
"ya still want more, my freaky lil' mama?"
you can only weakly nod as your body replenishes itself with the much needed untainted oxygen.
toji lifts you momentarily chuckling at your whines as he pushes his shorts down his hips just enough to bring out his dick and balls. "well you better get to it then mamas." toji smacks your ass. "these dirty balls ain't gonna gargle themselves."
.....lmfao nonny u got the toji demons coming out of me right now. cause wtf is thiskdshfsjkdhsdjhk 😭😭😭 consider this welcome present.
#🦷 anon#I APPOLOGIZE FOR NOTHING JDHFBASJKHFBDS#DONT LOOK AT ME I HAD THOTS OKAY!?!?#JDAHAJKHSFAKSJHDB#ೃ༝💌⁀➷ 𝓀𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓉мαιℓ#ೃ💌⁀➷𝓀𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓉αησηѕ#✎ᝰ𝓀𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓉¢σσкѕ#✎ᝰ𝓀𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓉¢σσкє∂тнαт#toji smut#toji x reader#toji fushiguro smut#toji fushiguro x reader#˚⊱🍪 𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝑒𝓈🤤⊰˚
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oh no Im into feederism and those lines of crocodile is making me go FGHRDTJDGRFHRTHD especially if its forced feederism 🤤
It will be in my mind 24/7 since I love crocodile so much and THIS is just perfect,,,
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Not going to lie "But, I suppose there's no harm in fattening you up some more first" was the reason I had to share the screenshots on here... Excuse me, Sir? Could you be any more on the nose? Jeez 😵💫 I'm not really into feederism but weight gain can be really cute when done gently/with condescension. I love the humiliation aspect of it; the thought of being bare and naked and insecure underneath that steely gaze like in this post... And Crocodile just hits the spot 😔
tw.weight gain (a bit of wg based humiliation), yandere, fat + fem reader, had to answer this on mobile because our connection is busted again, sorry
For me, it's just the whole package, you know? That big, serious man who organized a whole crime syndicate to topple a country and get his hand on an ancient weapon, who says he's never trusted anyone, who was mocking the people of Alabasta from the very start - that same man deserves something nice and soft and sweet, don't you think? He loves his luxuries, big and small and in-between, and you are just that; an indulgence, something soft to come home to. He doesn't need to trust you if you aren't allowed to leave, if you are his well kept little secret, a little basement wife - because you'll never get out, anyway. It's entirely selfish and it makes him a bit vulnerable, yes, but that man thinks he can't fail. His ego is somewhere up among the stars, and he's arrogant enough to twist your predicament around into something else entirely - that you should be grateful you get to live such a lavish life, that he has done you nothing but favors. He's mean. He's cold. And he's cruel. But he also takes a certain pride in your care - from clothes to accessories, from the entertainment he provides you with to the food you eat. It's all curated, all crafted to suit you and flatter him, to mold you into something he can enjoy even more.
And seeing you gain weight? Makes his heart sing in a way that's even darker, even more possessive.
It means you're thriving in his hands, makes your lap softer and gives him more to touch, defile and mark. And it's an opportunity. It's cute how you fluster and shake when you finally gather the courage to tell him your clothes don't fit anymore and it's even cuter when he has you try them on for him and gets to see your mortification at having to undress and squeeze and struggle in front of him, under his steely gaze. After all, those clothes were expensive - and carefully picked out, too - so let him see if what you're saying is true. He gets to take the whole show in, gets to humiliate you subtly while you're reminded of who holds the reins in this fucked up excuse of a relationship. Forget about the injustice of this and think about how you want your captor to like you or else you'll be turned into gator food. He's not going to tell you that he loves the way you've filled out, how he can rest his head on a heavier chest and lap - he holds the cards in this moment and they'll have you on your best behavior.
It's about humiliation and keeping you small and about making you feel like he needs to like you. It's a game, one with a purpose; to make you more pliant, eager and more dependent than you already are. That man has layers and he can play his tricks like few others can - and he'll make sure you'll never truly glean the extent of his intentions. And affections.
#it's hard to explain in just a short text but that man sees an opportunity and goes for it. for fuck's sake operationutopia was years in the#making you don't think he'd plan mind games like this? of course he would; two birds one stone: he gets a fat(ter) little basement wife and#your self esteem/image gets ground to dust. perfect.#btw he'd never feed you to the fucking gators but if it helps with keeping you sweet... well who is he to argue#/crocodile#/one piece#tw.yandere#tw.dark content
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first of all, i went to submit this ask and it's the second time i've accidentally unfollowed you. motherfuck bucket. I'VE BEEN A LOYAL JAWLLINES STAN FOR OVER A YEAR AND MY PROFILE WILL NOT REFLECT IT 😤 (i know it's nothing compared to some of your fans but still, i'm proud of my long-term commitment and not that you know who i am or anything but still. i felt like i needed to vent and get that off my chest.) i digress.
also hi sorry if i annoyed you with my last ask but maybe it's for the best no one saw it. was quite embarrassing anyway.
first of all, part 3, um, ok, the moment when she realizes she has to give him a choice in the matter too, that it has to be his decision too... so profound? that's really beautiful, liv. and a hard lesson to learn and live by.
LITERALLY UGH. there's too much. but him calling her "my pretty baby"... somebody fucking sedate me. please.
the gentle, almost imperceptible dominance during the sex? and her immediate default to being a brat. IF they are participate in kinky fuckery... yeah i'm down for that dynamic. they're going to have such a good life together no matter what.
can i just say you always make me laugh? i can think of two writers who can make me laugh. truly laugh. out loud. you're one of them.
“That’s very comforting, thanks Ni.”
Or maybe, Niall was right about body glitter attracting potential mates like pheromones in the wild, or whatever the hell he’d said that should be a drunk comment but somehow came from him completely sober.
My wife and I met before our marks and we’re just as happy as anyone else, so you can take your fucked comments and –
“I think I have a couple of them. Unless something changed last time I looked in the mirror –”
you have such an effortless talent in being able to summarize feelings or metaphors without overcomplicating it. i'm going to pretend i don't feel a tinge of jealousy every time i see it.
as a recap, and this is not specific to part 3, but one of my favorite details was Harry's obsession with Niall actually being good at math. he was just continually gobsmacked. that always made me giggle. and the fact that they both talk about how they wouldn't expect it from someone like Niall. my Narry heart is just so, so full every time i read something from you. i want a Niall in my life like your y/n's.
“Let me finish baby,” Then Harry melted some more because she called him baby. He nodded, closed his mouth, and let her continue. - rest in peace @ me. i can't tell who i want more - harry or y/n. she's so 🤤 not sure why a simple baby is really doing it for me lately but it is.
also this story felt very Cinema coded? "it's you, and i'm not gettin' over it... darlin' is it cool if i'm stubborn when it comes to this? i guess we're in time, if you're getting yourself wet for me. i guess you're all mine ..... it's you, don't know why but it feels so right to me. something in the way you move, i like it when you dance with me."
because they're a leaky couple... get it? :D and "it's you" and "you're mine and i'm yours and you're mine" idk
maybe she’d make him laugh one of those loud, obnoxious ones where his nose scrunches up and his eyes crinkle and he claps a hand over his mouth all embarrassed. - once again, i'm going to ram my head into a wall. i love this so much. i always see laughs as like a reward or a gift too. this made me scrunch my shoulders up to my ears.
“Hungry thing, like a baby bird, starving without me.” - he's so 😵💫
Y/N mustered the best glare she could, with all of the muscles in her whole body, including her face, feeling liquified, “If you don’t get inside of me, I’ll scream.” - i am so dead. this quite possibly one of the funniest, cutest, best lines you've ever written. i'm so in love with her. i couldn't figure out how to respond after i read it, like to laugh or gasp and so instead i think my eyes fell out of my head and i promptly choked on my spit. she's so. i'm dead. dead.
The sound of them colliding is soft and wet, a little ‘thwick, thwick, thwick,’ that makes Harry smile, “What a cute noise,” he started to rub himself against her, - my face is so hot like why i am squirming and so flustered over this. maybe it's the fact that he's musing so nonchalantly with a dimpled smile in my head, calling the noise cute. like i... i will wither away. i can't talk about this anymore.
Harry gasped, “Don’t you dare,” he squeezed her sides, and she could hear the smile in his voice when she squealed and jumped, “I won’t have you letting Ferret believe that I abide by any of your usual Ferret slander.” - shut up jaws i know you know what you're doing to me. nobody look at me. *disgruntled noises* *knocks something over as a distraction and runs away*
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GUYS PLEASE THESE ARE GOING TO MAKE ME CRY!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH IM LITERALLY IN AWE RN IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKED IT :(
AND THANK YOU OMGFOMG I TRY TO BE FUNNY BUT IM ALWAYS LIKE HOPE THEY DONT THINK IM JUST ANNOYING INSTEAD AND YOU HAVE NEVER ANNOYED ME WITH ANY ASK!!!
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okay lets gooooooo
i have like 12 screenshots and thoughts so everything will be hnder the read more
narrator voices [that was indeed drool]
also like this is such a seokmin???? like he is pretty and he is nice to everyone and he would make u feel super special but then u turn and he is just big goofy smile to ur cowork i mean thanks god he is not in my office
thays just thea codes like my fav dk video is that haunted soccer video where he is just setead in that rm shorts and his thighs are just OUT 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤
i MEAN SHE IS SO REAL FOR THAT but i would hate hate sharing a house w people (like my friends??? totally ok w it, coworkers??? would rather d-)
yo my girl cant flirt to save her own life!!!! me 2 reader me 2
OH YEAS the "seokmin wasnt yours to begin with" was like a BRICK let me tell you
again she is so real and i love my boy soonyoung would kill him??? probably but w love
also a lil detour bc i did write this 👇 in a fucking note app while reading this part
dude this seokmin also like!!!!! very out of the box/stereotype seokmin so yeas i fucking looooooove when authors do that i might be going a lil insane yeas i am taking NOTES WHILE I READ THIS HORNY JAIL BOINK BUT I AM COMMITED TO MY ESSAY
just dropped dead thank u very much <3
booooo boring tomato tomato tomato boooo
risk ur life!!!! yolo!!!!!
i am already dead now u r just shooting my zombie form man
also another bit from the notes app👇
also the kitchen scene he is whipped i know he is whipped he was up late for that he aint fooling me!!!!
and also this 👇 from the bit where they arrive in the retreat
the description of the surroundings - like you actually paid atettion to that (something i never do man ppl in my fics are in like a pocoyo set everythings is a white background) so is something i really want to do in my writting???? like i can picture everything so well i loved it
so yeah i might be feeling insane bc that was thea bingo (dk thighs dk eyes dk shoulders!!! and arms!!!) u only missed his silly nose but i will let that pass /j
but yeah it was a feast like i even open tumblr on the fucking chrome browser bc the app dont let me reblog this but like
i will be coming back to this
for science mainly cof cof
loved it one of my favs okay ALSO THE LITTLE PIC W THE SCHEDULE CUTE
ok im so sleepy that i am all over the place but the dirty talk insane???? but also the very soft and very seokmin parts??? 😭 ok im gonna go now im just rambling
F*ck My Thighs — Lee Seokmin [M]
!! IT IS FINALLY HERE !!
✧ In honor of Lee Seokmin's king god general emperor majesty pretty beautiful gorgeous precious elegant luxury world high top class THIGHS ✧
Ever since you started working at XTREMEGEAR, you’ve been hopelessly obsessed with Lee Seokmin...god damn Lee Seokmin and his fucking divine thighs. You didn’t think you’d ever stand a chance with him. But when your company forces you to go to a sports and wellness retreat with the whole HR department, you discover that you haven’t been as discreet about your little crush as you thought you were.
✧ Genre: workplace au; SMUT, fluff, slight angst (if you squint??) ♥ Pairing: female!reader x co-worker!Lee Seokmin ✧ Word count: 17.2K+ (oops...?) ✦ Warnings: reader has an unhealthy obsession with dk's thighs and arms (honestly same), swearing, mentions of alcohol, drinking games, intoxication, some jealousy, small mention of reader comparing herself to another female co-worker, dk being a tease — pls let me know if I missed any :) ✎ Notes: 1) nsfw warnings below the cut! 2) small project where? lol 3) those arm pics were like a literal gift from god, so of course i HAD to add a little arm kink into the fic as well....ARGH!!! it's going to be the death of me someday.... 4) i also added the itinerary at the end of the fic in case you're curious OR check it out here ♕ Shout out: special thanks to @forsythe-lll and @fugaciousserendipity for your valuable input ♡!
♡ REBLOGGING AND/OR FEEDBACK WOULD BE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED — DON'T BE A STRANGER PLS ♡
nsfw warnings: outdoor/public sex, thigh worship, thigh riding, fingering, slight degradation, pussy eating, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie (pls let me know if I missed any!)
“You’re drooling again,” Soonyoung’s voice sounded in your ears, startling you in your desk chair.
Reluctantly, you ripped your eyes away from the purple-haired man that you’d been observing and turned your attention to your brown-haired co-worker.
“I am not,” you grumbled, feeling a little embarrassed that you’d been caught. But then again, it wasn’t the first time that Soonyoung had caught you doing exactly that.
Your co-worker could only smirk at your poor rebuttal. “Right. Then tell me why there’s drool in the corner of your mouth.”
You gasped, your hands quickly moving up to wipe at the corners of your mouth. “What? Where?” Only there was no drool. Ugh, why did you even fall for that...again? “You’re so annoying, you know that?” you sighed, shooting Soonyoung an irritated look.
“Whatever. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t get any work done.”
A desperate sigh left your lips at the truth of his statement. “I know...but he looks so good today. And I think he’s been working out more frequently, because his thighs look even more delectable than usual,” you said, once again shifting your gaze to the man you’d been crushing on for as long as you can remember.
Soonyoung wrinkled his nose at your tmi and cleared his throat rather loudly, pulling your attention back to him. “You need to get laid. Soon. Or I’m afraid you might start creaming yourself on the spot and end up getting fired.”
“Shut up, it’s not that bad,” you scowled, giving his shoulder a playful push.
“Really?” Soonyoung threw a pointed look your way. “Do you want the boss to catch you slacking again?”
“Ugh, don’t remind me. I’m still traumatized,” you groaned, burying your head into your hands as your mind flashed back to that embarrassing moment.
It was only a few months ago when your boss had scolded you for missing a deadline in front of the entire department. What he didn’t know was that you missed it because you’d been too busy ogling and obsessing over your sexy co-worker all week.
“Well, you better get it together then. If you don’t want our other colleagues to think that you’re a sex-crazed weirdo obsessed with a certain co-worker’s thighs, you might wanna rethink your strategy before Friday.” Soonyoung frowned at your puzzled look. “You didn’t forget about the retreat, right?”
Fuck. The company retreat. You actually had momentarily forgotten about that little thing.
Three whole days in the forest with your smoking hot co-worker and no way to get yourself off in private when he did something to turn you on – this was definitely an issue, considering that nearly everything the man did was arousing to you.
In other words, you were doomed. Fucking doomed.
When you first started at XTREMEGEAR, you’d been super motivated to start your first real full-time job. All those years of studying had finally paid off and landed you this job on the project implementation team of the HR department.
You met Soonyoung on your first day and the two of you had immediately clicked. Just like you, he’d been a newbie, so you got to lean on each other a lot during the initial trainee period – because working in corporate was no joke.
Now two years later, you were practically inseparable – both at work and outside of it. You were grateful to have someone like Soonyoung by your side and you truly considered him to be one of your best friends, if not your best friend. Most of your colleagues and other friends naturally assumed you were dating, but you were both always quick to burst their bubbles. You loved Soonyoung, you really did, but dating him was out of the question.
Being this close to him meant that you’d heard and seen enough things over the past two years that you came to the conclusion that you’d be better off as friends. Besides, you had your eyes set on someone else, a certain co-worker that made your work life so much more enjoyable, but also so much harder.
Lee Seokmin.
The first time you saw him was about four days into your traineeship. He’d been on leave for a few days, but during his absence, you’d already heard enough about him to make you wonder what kind of person he was.
According to your seniors, he was considered one of the department’s best assets. Despite the fact that he’d only started working at XTREMEGEAR a year prior to your arrival, he’d left such a good impression on the higher ups that he got promoted to project leader after only seven months on the job.
Initially, it had confused you that literally no one had a bad word to say about him – even the ones that were his seniors. But everything made sense as soon as Seokmin walked into the meeting room that morning.
He was a natural. The way he carried himself, the way he talked, the way he treated his co-workers, everything about him just screamed employee of the month in the most positive sense.
And that was only half of it. In your eyes, the man was a literal god, carved out just like one of those ancient Greek sculptures from back in the day – every detail carefully thought out and nothing out of place, just perfect.
His gorgeous smile alone had the ability to light up the darkest room, and in combination with those radiant eyes of his, you didn’t understand how anyone could ever be upset in his presence.
When he blessed you with that bright smile for the first time, you thought you were about to die on the spot from the way your heart had started to pound inside your chest. He’d been so sweet and flirty even, throwing you the occasional wink while explaining the ins and out of the project team and leaning over your shoulder as he showed you how to use the computer, all of it slowly driving you insane and making you think that you actually stood a chance with him.
But as the days passed, you saw him do it to another female co-worker, and another, which made you realize that that was just his personality. Seokmin was a natural flirt and he was completely oblivious to the impact of his actions.
It didn’t really help that he always looked like a sexy CEO from one of those K-drama’s, especially when he was in his element – the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up, providing you with a perfect view of the veins running all over his muscular arms. You may or may not have fantasized about tracing them with you fingers (and *cough* tongue) on multiple occasions.
And then his thighs. God...his thighs. They were no doubt your favorite part about him. Although most people wouldn’t necessarily describe Seokmin as a big guy, it was very obvious that he worked out – the man did not skip a single leg day.
Before coming to XTREMEGEAR, you never would have thought a pair of thighs could have this hold on you, but there was just something about Seokmin’s thighs that made you go absolutely feral. It was at the point now where the mere sight of his tight black dress pants clinging onto his beautiful toned upper legs was enough to have you dripping in your seat.
Soonyoung always liked to tease you about that one time you literally drooled onto your desk because you’d been so fixated on the man’s luscious thighs. At that time, Seokmin had sat himself down onto another colleague’s desk to have a chat about god knows what. And although the action in itself hadn’t been provocative at all, with the way his thighs had appeared even thicker and more fuckable than ever in that position, your thoughts started to drift to a not-so-innocent place – apparently you’d gotten so lost in your little fantasy world that you forgot to swallow your own saliva, much to Soonyoung’s amusement.
It surprised you again and again that one man could make you so horny for him all the damn time. You couldn’t even remember a day where you hadn’t left the office with a pair of soaked panties. And it was all because your mind constantly kept drifting to the man’s thighs and how good they would feel between your legs.
You’d honestly lost count of the number of scenarios you’d come up with that involved him ruining you in the filthiest possible ways. At the top was definitely the one where he’d drag you into the supply closet and force you to ride his godly thighs until they were drenched in your juices – and you nothing but a moaning mess for him to use however he pleased.
Was it wrong to fantasize about a co-worker like this? Hell yes. Did that stop you from doing so? Fuck no. Lee Seokmin was like a drug, your personal drug...and you needed your daily fix of him to stop yourself from going insane.
Despite some moments of weakness, you were usually pretty good at refraining yourself from completely succumbing to your desire when you were at the office. However, there had been that one time – definitely your lowest moment according to Soonyoung – where you had to excuse yourself to the bathroom just so you could make yourself cum.
The sight of Seokmin’s sweaty form exiting the company gym in a pair of shorts that did nothing to hide his delicious thighs had been too much for you so early in the morning. That, in combination with the killer smile he’d thrown your way while he wiped the sweat from his forehead, had pushed you to your fucking limit.
Just your luck, one of your female co-workers had entered the bathroom while you were mid-orgasm, two of your fingers deep inside your sopping cunt and your mind filled with thoughts of Seokmin wrecking you on his thighs.
It had taken everything in you not to moan out loud as your body shivered in delight, your walls tightly gripping onto your greedy digits and your legs nearly giving out at the overwhelming waves of pleasure – all while your co-worker was doing her business in the stall right beside yours.
Of course, Soonyoung had immediately caught on when you finally returned to your desk after that suspiciously long ‘bathroom break’. The way he’d smirked at you told you that you were never going to live this down. But you’d already accepted that the moment you gave into your urges.
Your best friend knew you like the back of his hand, so trying to hide anything from him was useless. He always managed to find out one way or another.
The way he was so in your business was annoying at times, but you also knew that without Soonyoung, you’d have been fired a long time ago. He kept you on your toes, reminded you about important deadlines and pulled you back to reality when you were trapped in one of your fantasies again.
You liked your job, you really did. But whenever Seokmin was around, which was basically every day, you seemed to forget everything else that mattered. It was like you were stuck in this never-ending cycle and it was only a matter of time before you would make a fool out of yourself.
Like on this damn company retreat.
Currently, you were stuck on a bus with about twenty of your colleagues, including Seokmin, who was sitting only a few seats away from you and Soonyoung.
It felt like you were back in high school all over again, but this time with a bunch of grown ass adults. The sounds coming from the colleagues sitting in the back of the relatively small bus strongly reminded you of the rowdy ‘cool’ kids who always annoyed the shit out of you, whereas the front of the bus was significantly quieter, with the occasional raising of voices or laughter interrupting the peaceful atmosphere.
You didn’t really understand why the higher-ups thought that it was a good idea to send the HR team to a sports and wellness retreat. The wellness part sounded good, but sports?
Yes, you were well aware that your company offered boot camps and developed outdoor gym and fitness equipment, but you’d chosen the HR department for a reason – it didn’t involve exercise.
Still, here you were, forced to participate in various activities that would end up with you drenched in sweat and looking less than classy.
That wasn’t even the worst, though. No. Lee fucking Seokmin would be there to see you looking like a damn mess and there was nothing you could do about it.
And then you hadn’t even thought about how you were going to deal with Seokmin in his workout clothes. If what you’d seen him wear at the company gym was anything to go by, then Soonyoung would probably have to arrange your funeral by the end of the trip.
Normally, you tended to avoid Seokmin when you felt yourself start to spiral a little too far down into your sexual fantasies - you didn’t need another ‘bathroom’ incident. And though it proved to be challenging at times when he was literally your team’s project leader, working at such a large company as XTREMEGEAR did have its advantages: the building was huge and there were many places for you to ‘hide’ without seeming too suspicious.
But this trip was going to make all of that practically impossible. The whole theme revolved around team building and doing everything together, so you couldn’t exactly skip out just because you couldn’t handle being around your hot co-worker. Plus, the last thing you needed was another reason for your boss to hate you.
And then those goddamn sleeping arrangements. When you first heard that you’d be sharing a big room with the rest of your female colleagues, you wanted to scream on the spot. You’d expected some form of sharing, but everyone together in a single room sounded like absolute hell.
Yejun, one of the seniors who’d helped organize the trip, had said that it would be “a great opportunity to bond with each other”, but all you could think about while she was talking was the fact that you wouldn’t have any privacy for three days and no way to cum without the risk of anyone catching you.
You honestly couldn’t give a shit about improving your lifestyle or some stupid team building activities, especially when you knew that at the end of this trip, all you’d be left with was stress, increased blood pressure and lots of frustration...sexual frustration to be precise.
Was it too late to fake an illness?
“What’s up with that face? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were constipated,” Soonyoung’s voice snapped you out of your thought bubble.
Laughter erupted from the front of the bus, drawing your attention away from your best friend before you could retort. Seokmin was joking around with one of your male co-workers, a big smile plastered onto his handsome face.
He’d exchanged his usual office attire with a casual one – an azure blue hoodie and some light gray sweats. Thank god for those sweats, because you didn’t think you could have handled those muscular thighs being on display when you hadn’t even arrived at your destination yet.
It wasn’t fair. He was the sole reason you were currently in the middle of an existential crisis whereas he was having the time of his life, totally oblivious to the effect he had on you.
“Soonyoung, I can’t do this,” you whined softly, shifting your gaze back to him.
“Yes, you can. Remember the breathing exercises? Just do this. In...and out...in...and out,” Soonyoung responded, followed by a demonstration of the video he’d found online and sent to you a day ago.
“Shut up! This is not a fucking joke,” you hissed as you flicked the side of his head.
“Ow!” he exclaimed rather loudly, gaining the attention of several of your co-workers sitting in your vicinity. Fortunately, they were used to your bickering and antics, so they were quick to return to their own conversations. “You know, for someone who wants to keep things on the down-low, you sure know how to attract a crowd,” your best friend grumbled as he rubbed his now sore temple.
“Then you might want to cut the crap and help me.”
“Didn't I tell you to come up with a game plan before today?”
“Yes? But nothing is going to prepare me for this...him,” you sighed, leaning into Soonyoung so that you could sneak another peek at the reason for your suffering.
The pair of black-rimmed glasses resting on his nose was something new, only making him that much more mouthwatering – and okay, you wished that he hadn’t decided to make this fashion move at a time when you needed to keep your thirst under control, but you weren’t complaining.
“We could always go back to the breathing exercises,” Soonyoung responded, causing you to lean back into your seat.
“That video was meant for pregnant women and I’m not pregnant,” you emphasized, wondering if he’d gone crazy – well, crazier than he already was.
The man beside you wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “You might be by the end of this trip.”
“You ar- No.” You shook your head while turning your body towards the window. “I’m not talking to you anymore.”
“Oh come on, Y/N,” he begged, pulling at your arm, but you refused to budge. “Okay, here. How about this? Any time you feel like it gets too much or want me to rescue you, just throw me a subtle wink.”
You looked at him as if he’d grown two heads.
“Really? You know I can’t wink for shit, so how do you expect me to do that subtly?”
“Right. I forgot you kinda look like a psycho when you try to wink,” he chuckled, after which he tried to imitate your awful wink.
“Not. Helping,” you huffed, poking his stomach repeatedly, knowing full well that he was extremely ticklish there.
“Okay, okay,” he giggled and grabbed a hold of your hand to halt your tickle attack. “How about you tap your nose instead?” he suggested, using his free hand to demonstrate it to you.
With a nod, you leaned back in your seat, already feeling slightly more at ease now that there was some type of escape set in place. “I can do that.”
“Great. Now, I’ll help you get through these three days, so just relax and don’t worry. I won’t leave your side for even a second.”
“You promise?”
“Promise.”
As soon as you’d gotten off the bus, the sight that greeted you was a huge modern log cabin – if you could even call it that – with many large glass windows decorating its walls, making it easy for the light to penetrate the spacious inside. Surrounding the cabin was a vast verdant forest, the vibrant colors of the trees and other greenery emanating a sense of peace and calmness that you hadn’t experienced in a very long time.
At first glance, you noted that it was much smaller than you’d expected from a retreat, but to be honest, you hadn’t really known what to expect from a sports and wellness retreat that was located in the forest.
The inside of the cabin was rather intimate and had a homey feeling to it – there was a huge and bright entrance hall that led into the living room, with a cozy fireplace that spread a pleasant warmth throughout the entire cabin.
After dropping off your luggage in your designated rooms and taking some time to freshen up – you were still salty about having to share with eight female colleagues, but whatever – the owner, Kim Minji, had been kind enough to give you a tour of the entire retreat.
You’d learned that there was a small indoor gym with some equipment and a separate space for group activities such as yoga, an indoor pool and a jacuzzi, both of which had you imagining what a half-naked Seokmin would look like – mouthwatering, no doubt. Aside from that, located right next to the forest, was a large open field that could be used for outdoor sports and lastly, there were three small outdoor sauna cabins, each a different type for you to try out.
Despite being skeptical and anxious about this whole trip, at least you were glad to know that your co-workers had managed to find a place that would allow you to properly enjoy yourselves during the scheduled free time.
But you knew you shouldn’t have trusted a word coming out of Kwon Soonyoung’s mouth.
Because how the hell did you end up on kitchen duty with no one other than Lee Seokmin while your best friend, the one who said he wouldn’t leave your side, was nowhere to be found?
Except for your near-breakdown on the bus, everything about the trip had been going great until this exact moment.
As promised, Soonyoung had stuck by your side the whole time, making sure to keep you at a safe distance from Seokmin and grabbing your attention when he noticed your eyes lingering a little too long on the purple-haired man.
Even during the free time, it had been fairly easy to avoid the man. You and Soonyoung had done a little exploring around the cabin, deciding to leave the pool and the sauna for another time – the fact that Soonyoung had overheard Seokmin wanting to check out the pool with a bunch of your colleagues had definitely played a role in that.
But then Seojoon, the other senior that had helped organize this whole thing, had gathered you in the living room for the next item on the itinerary. Dread had taken over your body when he announced that several of you would be assigned to tonight’s dinner shift.
Why had no one informed you about this?
Apparently, Yejun had, but back then you’d been stressing about the sleeping arrangements, so everything had gone in one ear and out the other.
And of course, luck wasn’t on your side, which was why you were currently standing in the kitchen with five of your co-workers, one of them being Lee Seokmin.
Okay, so technically, Soonyoung hadn’t broken his promise to you, but that didn’t matter right now. You were freaking the fuck out.
“Hey, Y/N! Wanna help me with the pizza dough?” Fuck. Why was he talking to you?
“Me? I-I’m not sure if I’m the right person for that though. I probably should uh,” you looked around as you felt yourself starting to panic even more, looking for any excuse to say no, “help Yejun and Seojoon prep the toppings. There’s a lot left.” You pointed to the large bag of vegetables that still needed to be cut.
Your senior quickly shook her head after hearing your words.
“Don’t worry, Y/N. We got this. Hyunwoo and Mina are working on the sauce, so you can help Seokmin. That way we’re even pairs,” Yejun smiled.
“Sure.” You forced a smile in return, but at the same time, you were mentally cursing her for putting you in this stressful situation. If only she had any idea about the inner turmoil you were experiencing right now.
Reluctantly, you slowly made your way over to Seokmin, who was now watching you with an amused smile.
When you finally dared to take a good look at him, regret washed over you almost immediately. He looked so fucking good with his hair slightly messy and still a little wet, presumably from the shower he’d taken. The glasses he’d worn in the bus were now gone, just like his azure blue hoodie, which had been replaced by a beige oversized zip up hoodie that looked just as amazing on him.
All in all, he looked like a snack...and you wanted to eat him.
“Don’t be afraid. I don’t bite,” he teased, gently nudging your side after you’d come to a stop beside him.“Only if you want me to,” he mumbled, leaning in a little closer so that only you would be able to hear.
“What?” you squeaked, your eyes widening at the implication behind his words. Your whole body tensed up, completely frozen as you attempted to process what what you’d just heard – you felt ashamed to admit it, but his words had gone straight down to your pussy, your panties already feeling slightly sticky from the arousal that had seeped out.
Seokmin, who was totally unaware of what he’d just done, simply laughed at your expression and reached over to grab a big bowl. “Just kidding. Come on, loosen up a little. We’re not at work, so we’re allowed to have some fun.”
Your cheeks started to heat up in response. “Yeah,” you muttered, embarrassed that you’d already managed to make a fool out of yourself only a few hours into the trip. God, he probably thought you were super lame.
“Then let’s make some pizza dough,” Seokmin clapped his hands excitedly before offering the kitchen scale to you.
After taking a deep breath, you felt a little more confident and reached out to take it from him. “Sounds good,” you responded, trying to ignore the way your pussy was throbbing with need for the man.
Just calm down, Y/N. He’s completely covered, no bare thighs, no bare arms. What could go wrong?
And surprisingly, it was actually fine for a while. With your nerves and horny thoughts pushed aside for the time being, the both of you worked together to create several batches of dough while joking around with the other four co-workers that were doing their own little tasks.
The point where it all changed was when Seokmin started to roll out that damn pizza dough.
“Aish, I should have thought of this before,” he muttered, pulling your attention from the recipe that you’d looked up on your phone. “Could you maybe help me take it off?” He was looking at you expectantly now.
“T-Take off what?” you stuttered, feeling the nerves settle back into your body. This was so not going in the right direction.
“My hoodie, it’s getting dirty. And my hands are kinda preoccupied, but yours are still clean,” he answered, showing his dough-covered hands.
Fucking hell. “O-Okay,” you stammered, your hands shaking as you moved in closer. He probably thought that you weren’t moving fast enough, because suddenly he was right in front of you, only inches separating the two of you.
From this position, the faint scent of his perfume invaded your nostrils. He smelled so refreshing, slightly citrusy but with a little hint of honeylike sweetness, the combination of which instantly made you feel like you were floating on cloud nine. It was probably the closest you’d ever been to him and you understood why. Thinking straight was nearly impossible.
“Y/N?” Seokmin’s smooth voice pulled you back to reality.
“Yeah, sorry,” you cleared your throat softly, refusing to meet his eyes. If you did, you’d no doubt give yourself away. So instead, you moved your eyes to the zipper that was holding the whole thing together.
With slightly clammy and shaky hands, you grabbed a hold of the zipper, slowly tugging it down as it suddenly dawned on you that you were practically unwrapping your hot co-worker like a present – the thought had you unconsciously clench your thighs together, your pussy already throbbing again.
Seokmin chuckled, interrupting your train of dirty thoughts. “It’s not gonna break, you know?”
“Right,” you hummed, your trembling fingers tugging at it a little harder until you’d reached the end, revealing the white shirt he was wearing beneath it.
“Now could you…?” he asked, making a shrugging motion to indicate that he wanted the whole thing off.
You could only nod, still refusing to meet his eyes. The sooner you’d get this done, the sooner you’d be able to go back to the dough and forget about the pool of slick that was now starting to form in your panties.
Forcing yourself to push the hoodie off his shoulders, you struggled to hold back a whimper at the view that greeted you. He was wearing a goddamn sleeveless t-shirt and there was no way to go around those deliciously toned arms that you’d dreamed about so many times. The skin of his arms was so smooth and slightly tanned, which made it all the much harder to take your eyes off them – he was really living up to his god-like status.
It was absolute torture trying not to trace your fingers over those prominent veins when you were this close, but you tried to control yourself...you had to. The last thing you wanted was for Seokmin to think that you were some perv that couldn’t keep her hands to herself.
Your heart was pounding against your chest by the time you’d managed to take the whole thing off, the man in front of you leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination with his arms on full display.
“Thanks, Y/N. Much better,” he sighed, rolling his broad shoulders before resuming his work on the dough he’d been rolling out.
“No problem,” you croaked, quickly turning back to your own workspace before you could do anything else to embarrass yourself.
For the next ten minutes or so, the urge to watch Seokmin rolling out the pizza dough was big, so big that you kept on having to repeat the words don’t look over and over in your mind in an attempt to keep your nasty thoughts about the man beside you at bay. But that also meant that you were extremely distracted and very behind on your own pizza dough.
“Are you two hurrying up with that dough or what?” Mina suddenly called from the other side of the kitchen.
“We’re on it! But perfection takes time though,” Seokmin responded, pulling a few laughs out of your other co-workers.
“It better be or we’ll never live it down. The others are already complaining about being hungry,” Hyunwoo snickered from next to Mina.
“Don’t worry. It’ll be the best pizza they’ve ever had. Right, Y/N?” Seokmin asked from beside you.
“Uh, yeah,” you mumbled, a frown forming onto your face as you struggled to form the perfect pizza circle. Whereas Seokmin was a natural at this, you were a disaster. This was exactly the reason why you preferred to order pizza instead of making it from scratch.
“God dammit,” you cursed as you messed up once again. With the dough being too sticky, it immediately fell apart as soon as you tried to transfer it onto one of the metal pizza pans.
“Here, let me show you an easy trick.” Your breath hitched in your throat when Seokmin suddenly appeared right next to you, his bare arm pressed against your own as he grabbed the piece of dough that you’d been working with.
Anything that came out of his mouth after that was lost on you. All you could focus on was the way his arm felt against your own, flexing every time he used the muscles in his hand to knead the dough into a ball before rolling it into a perfect circle with the rolling pin.
You couldn’t help yourself. The need to admire him was bigger than the voice in your head that tried to convince you that ogling your co-worker with a room full of witnesses was a bad idea. That’s why, after making sure that your other colleagues were preoccupied, you dared to sneak a peek at Seokmin.
Your eyes took in everything they could, greedily trailing over his form and coming to a stop at his arms, which had become even more veiny due to the constant force he was using to roll out the dough. You were practically salivating at this point, completely lost in your own world as your attention was drawn to the most prominent vein on the arm closest to you – it started at his wrist and went all the way up his forearm, until it disappeared back into his golden skin.
If you would have moved your hand just slightly, you’d have been able to touch-
“Think you can do it yourself now?” Seokmin asked, completely catching you off guard with his sudden question.
Your eyes shot up to his, his dark brown orbs bright and sparkling as he waited for your response. Had he caught you checking him out? At least if he did, he didn’t really let it show.
Nodding your head quickly, you stammered out a “Y-Yes, thank you.”
He just hummed, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he made his way back to his spot, leaving you with your pile of dough and no recollection of what he’d just explained to you.
God dammit, you should have paid attention.
“I’m telling you, Soonyoung. I never want to do that again. It was torture being this close to him and having to act like a normal person who doesn’t want to jump his bones!”
While nearly everyone was setting up for the last activity of the day – the drinks – you’d informed Soonyoung about everything that had happened during your kitchen duty.
“But the question is, did you cream yourself?”
“Soonyoung…” you warned, threatening to flick his head again by raising your fingers up to his temple.
“What? Just checking!” he retorted, holding his hands up in defense. “But hey look, you survived with only a few embarrassing moments, so I call that a win.”
“I guess, but ugh,” you groaned, burying your face into your hands. “He must think I’m so lame. You should have seen me. I made a fucking fool out of myself.”
Soonyoung rolled his eyes at your statement. “Don’t be so dramatic. It probably wasn’t even that bad. Now get off your butt and let’s have some fun. It’s not everyday we get to enjoy free drinks like this!”
“You’re right,” you sighed, letting him pull you off the lawn chair you’d been sitting in. “Just don’t drink too much, because I know how you get and I need you tonight.”
The man slung an arm around your shoulder, a wide grin on his face as the both of you made your way back into the cabin. “I’ll try, but there are free drinks so no promises.”
“Oh boy,” you sighed, not having a very good feeling about this.
And of course, your feelings had been very valid.
After only one shot of tequila and two beers, Soonyoung had transformed into an emotional drunken mess, making him pretty much useless to you.
Your best friend was known for not being able to hold his liquor, so why did you expect it to be any different tonight? So much for him being your knight in shining armor.
Between being forced to take care of a drunk Soonyoung and having to watch Seokmin flirt with your female co-workers, your night was officially ruined.
From where you were sitting on the couch, you had a perfect view of Seokmin, who was being a little too friendly with Mina in your opinion. You hated how close he was standing to her, and how he kept shooting her that million-dollar smile every time she said something funny. And you definitely hated the way Mina was eating it all up, being all giggly and playing with her hair while seemingly moving closer and closer as the evening progressed – you could have sworn that you even saw her feel up his arm at some point.
Jealousy. That’s what you felt as you watched your two co-workers interact with each other. You knew that you had no right to feel like that, because Seokmin wasn’t yours to begin with. Still, you couldn’t help but wish that it was you in Mina’s spot, wanting to be the one on the receiving end of that gorgeous smile and those flirtatious eyes that made you want to throw yourself at him every single time.
Of course he’d never go for you, because what were you thinking? Mina was gorgeous and you were average at best, at least that’s how you would describe yourself. According to Soonyoung, however, you were “too hot for your own good and anyone would be lucky to have you”. But he was your best friend, so of course he would say that. Seokmin was out of your league and that was the cold hard truth.
In an attempt to get rid of the bitter taste in your mouth, you’d resorted to alcohol since that was the only thing available. You did several shots with Hyunwoo and Seojoon, followed by a couple of beers, opting to distract yourself by talking to them while simultaneously keeping an eye on Soonyoung, who was sprawled out on the couch for most of it.
Seokmin was still talking to Mina and two other female colleagues who must have joined at some point, but you found yourself slowly starting to care less and less as the familiar buzz of the shots and beers you had consumed settled in.
“Y/N, ’m thirsty. Gimme beer,” Soonyoung slurred from beside you, his hand awkwardly landing on your chest as he tried to get your attention.
“Ow, watch it!” you exclaimed, pushing his hand off your sore chest. “And I’m not giving you any more alcohol. Water is all you’re going to get.”
That pulled a little whine from your best friend, his lips forming into a pout. “Want beer,” he sniffed, now on the verge of crying.
Your eyes rolled in response. “Just stay put, drama queen. I’ll be right back with your water. Please keep an eye on him for me,” you told Hyunwoo, who offered you a thumbs up and a goofy grin as you scooted off the couch.
It was only when you stood up that you felt the effects of the alcohol really set in. Your head felt heavy and the room was slightly spinning as you tried to steady yourself. Those shots and beers had definitely done a number on your balance.
With some effort, you managed to get to the kitchen, but just as you were about to open the door, it bust wide open, followed by two male co-workers storming out with a bunch of beers in their arms, screaming about god knows what.
Because you hadn’t expected them to show up out of nowhere, you stumbled back in surprise, the action causing you to lose your balance.
Out of instinct, you reached for the nearest thing behind you, bracing yourself for the impact that surprisingly never came – a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind, preventing you from falling flat on your ass.
“Careful there. Wouldn’t want to hurt yourself on the first day, hmm?” Seokmin’s voice sounded in your left ear, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. Wait, Seokmin? Hadn’t he just been standing on the other side of the room?
“Shit, sorry! I’m so clumsy,” you groaned, realizing that you had actually grabbed onto him in your panic – his. fucking. thigh.
Were you actually dreaming right now? Though the fabric of his sweats was separating your hand from his beefy thigh, it was enough to get you riled up, especially with the alcohol that was currently flowing through your system. It was so tempting to just...squeeze. And you almost did, but then Seokmin spoke up.
“You good, Y/N?”
You blinked a few times before quickly ripping away your hand. “Huh? Yeah, fine. Thanks,” you muttered, heat creeping up your cheeks once again when you realized his arms were still around your waist.
“You sure?” he asked as he gently pushed you back onto your feet before removing his arms.
“Yep! Gotta go take care of Soonyoung now, though. Thanks!”
And then you were gone, leaving him standing there as you made a beeline for the kitchen. Any longer in his presence and you would have combusted on the spot.
One thing was for sure, you concluded as you stuck your head in the fridge to cool yourself down. The feeling of his muscular thigh in your hand was going to haunt you for the rest of your life.
Team building games. What a fucking waste of time. A super-sized memory game? A game of tug-of-war? A three-legged race? It all sounded like a fucking nightmare.
Who the hell wanted to see a bunch of adults run around like that? You’d much rather try out one of the saunas or do some more exploring around the cabin with Soonyoung.
But it seemed like you were one of the few who wasn’t totally excited about the prospect of having to participate in a bunch of games for three long hours – well, apart from Soonyoung, who looked and felt like he’d been hit by a truck. That’s what he got for abandoning you...again.
This morning had been rough, both for Soonyoung and you. Whereas Soonyoung was suffering from a severe case of hangover, you had to deal with the aftermath of your little encounter with Seokmin.
You’d barely gotten any sleep, your mind going over every single thing that had happened that day, in particular your near fall. The way his strong arms had wrapped around your waist had you wanting to kick your legs in the air. He’d been so close to you, even closer than in the kitchen, and it had felt amazing to have him all pressed up against you. Not to mention those damn thighs. Now that you’d had a taste of what they’d felt like, you only wanted more. You were seriously contemplating faking another fall, just to recreate that scene.
At least today, luck seemed to be a little more on your side. You were fortuitous enough to not be paired up with Seokmin for any of the team building activities, but that didn’t mean that you were in the clear...not at all.
The sweats he’d worn yesterday had been replaced with a pair of black nylon shorts that hugged his tan legs in all the right places – in other words, it was going to be a long afternoon.
“Y/N, stop drooling,” Soonyoung warned, snapping his fingers in front of your face.
Seokmin and his other two team members were currently having a tug-of-war match with three of your other male co-workers. If you thought watching Seokmin flex his thighs during the three-legged race was torture, then this was on a whole different level you didn’t even know existed.
“I’m trying, but look at him. I don’t know where to fucking look. The arms, the thighs or the fucking sweat dripping down his neck,” you stated before running your tongue over your bottom lip.
“Maybe don’t focus on him at all? Just a little tip?” your best friend suggested, waving his hand in front of your face.
Annoyed, you grabbed his hand, pulling it down since it was obstructing your view. “He’s like a magnet pulling me in. I can’t look away,” you said, just as Seokmin and the other two males started to cheer at having won the round.
“Fucking hell,” Soonyoung groaned as you suddenly started to squeeze the living shit out of his hand. “Are you trying to get my hand amputated or what?” he grumbled, trying to pry your fingers off.
“He’s really trying to kill me. Yah, you better start planning my funeral after today,” you whimpered, shifting uncomfortably in your seat, feeling your panties stick to your already slick folds.
The man in question was in the middle of wiping the sweat off his forehead. With a towel you ask? No. He’d lifted up his fucking shirt to wipe it away, giving you the perfect view of what he’d been hiding beneath that piece of fabric. And boy was he packing some mouthwatering abs that made you want to ride him into the next day. Your panties were absolutely soaked.
“You may have to plan mine if you keep squeezing. like. that,” Soonyoung huffed, finally managing to rip his hand free from your deadly grip.
“Would it be too obvious if I snuck away to...you know?” Honestly, another ‘bathroom incident’ didn’t sound so bad right now.
“First of all, gross. Second of all, you’re not leaving me alone with these fanatics.”
“Excuse me? Who are you to make demands like that? Where were you when I needed you yesterday?” you gawked, not believing the words that were coming out of his mouth.
“I know and I apologized for that, multiple times. What do you want me to do? Beg on my knees?”
“Well, if you insist,” you smirked.
“In your dreams,” he shook his head, your smirk disappearing right away. “Anyway, that’s not the point. Just control your damn self for a bit and look away,” Soonyoung scolded, snapping his fingers in front of your face again when your eyes had found their way back to Seokmin.
You threw your head back in frustration “Fine, fine. I’ll try.”
The memory game was luckily uneventful, mainly because it didn’t involve any running or rolling around on the grass. But despite there being no obvious physical component, it didn’t mean that your team was doing much better.
With Soonyoung on your team, winning was completely out of the question. Whereas you and Yejun were pretty good at finding pictures that matched, your best friend kept forgetting where everything was and messed up your score, causing your team to end up in last place when the time ran out. Not that you cared, but your senior was definitely not happy with the man.
Although the memory game offered a little distraction, the whole image of Seokmin’s thighs and abs during the first two games kept flashing through your mind. The whole thing had you worked the fuck up and it was getting harder and harder to ignore the burning desire building up in your abdomen.
Soonyoung had suggested for you to go on a run to clear your mind, which you’d shut down almost immediately. The prospect of more exercise after a day full of activities sounded awful.
But then you overheard your colleagues talking about changing into their swimwear, which led you to think about the scenario of running into a half-naked Seokmin. That quickly got you to reconsider Soonyoung’s suggestion, because you really needed to blow off some steam in a way that wouldn’t have you end up with your fingers in your pussy in a shared bathroom.
So, a run it was.
And apparently, you weren’t the only one thinking of doing exactly that.
“Y/N, wait up!” Not now.
You froze on the spot, your hands stilling mid-air seeing as you’d been about to plug your earbuds in.
“Seokmin?” you asked, watching as he jogged up to you, clad in a pair of shorts and another one of his sleeveless shirts that looked so good that it made you want to punch air.
“Mind if I join you?” Your heart skipped a beat at his question. He wanted to join you?
“On my run?”
“Yes,” he chuckled. “That is what you’re about to do, right?”
Slowly, you nodded your head. “Right.”
“Unless you’d rather go alone...”
You shook your head. “No! Uh- I mean, it’s fine,” you answered quickly, mentally cursing yourself for sounding so eager.
“Great. Let’s go then!” he smiled, jogging ahead before looking back when you still hadn’t moved. “You coming or what?”
“Coming!” you called, groaning internally at the thought of spending the next hour or so with the man you’d been thirsting after for so long.
So much for trying to free your thoughts from Lee Seokmin.
The two of you ran for quite some time, only speaking to each other when necessary – like when you needed to change directions. And it was actually sort of…pleasant?
With Seokmin running right behind you, the whole thing became a lot easier since you weren’t tempted to look at his face. Instead, you allowed yourself to admire the beautiful green scenery around you. The trees seemed to blur as you zoomed past them, twigs and leaves crunching beneath your feet with every step and sweet bird sounds echoing through the dense forest.
Of course, this perfect peaceful moment could only last for so long. The two of you were forced to take a water break when your legs got sore and your throat started to feel dry.
Seokmin was currently retying his shoelaces as you leaned against a big tree, trying to look at anything but him...his arms...his thighs. Spiraling into one of your delusions was not a good idea right now.
“You’ve been avoiding me.” His sudden statement startled you, your body immediately tensing up.
“No, I haven’t,” you countered, automatically shifting your gaze to the leaf-covered forest ground.
“You’re really not as discreet as you think you are, you know?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shrugged, your eyes never straying from the floor beneath you as you tried to maintain your composure.
Seokmin chuckled in response, his voice echoing through the empty forest.
“Do I make you nervous, Y/N?” Yes.
“No,” you answered at the same time that you felt him move in closer.
“Then why is it that you can never seem to look me in the eyes...even now?”
Embarrassment flooded through your body. “That’s not- I don’t only do that with you.” You shook your head.
“You’re a bad liar, you know that? Just admit that I make you nervous,” he murmured, his sneaker-covered feet now coming into view, indicating that he was close...too close.
“You don’t.”
“No? Then why are you shaking?” he questioned, finally caging you in between the large tree and himself. The close proximity had you suck in a breath. The scent of his perfume mixed with the slight smell of sweat sent your mind into a frenzy.
“B-Because it’s cold,” you sputtered, immediately regretting the words as soon as they’d left your mouth. Even you knew how stupid that sounded, especially when you’d just run for almost 2km.
“Look at me, Y/N.” His demanding tone sent another wave of chills through your body.
“Seokmin, please,” you begged, not knowing how much more you could handle before he’d make you crumble. Again, where was Soonyoung when you needed him?
“Please what? All I’m asking is for you to look at me.”
“It’s too much,” you whimpered softly.
Your words were followed by a breathy laugh from the man in front of you. “Because I make you nervous?”
Finally giving in, you raised your head to meet his eyes, his pupils much darker than you remembered. “Yes. Happy now?”
“Wasn’t that hard, right?” he questioned.
“You seem to think you know everything already,” you huffed, trying to seem strong even though you were freaking out on the inside. He hadn’t moved from his position, so you were still trapped in between his arms.
“Because you make it too easy for me. You really think I haven’t noticed you ogling me all this time?” he smirked before continuing. “This trip was the perfect opportunity to confirm my theory.”
“Your what?” you gasped, feeling your soul leave your body. Was he trying to tell you that he’d been trying to test you? “So, yesterday...and today?”
Seokmin watched with an amused smile as you processed his words. “Like I said, you aren’t as discreet as you’d like to believe. You and me ending up together for kitchen duty was not a coincidence. I needed to see you respond to me with my own eyes.”
Kitchen duty...letting you take off his hoodie, those little comments and touches, and then on the field today...had all of it been on purpose? No way. He sure had you fooled with his acting.
Feeling flustered by his sudden ambush, you quickly shook your head. “It’s not what you think. I jus-”
You were cut off by his hand on your cheek, his thumb pressing against your bottom lip and his body pressing you even further into the tree.
“So, what you’re trying to tell me,” he started before his voice dropped an octave at his next words, “is that you don’t make yourself cum to the thought of me?” You pussy clenched in response. “And don’t lie to me, Y/N. I bet your pretty pussy is dripping right now.” His large hands dropped to your waist as he nudged your legs apart with his feet. “Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll stop.”
You were speechless, incapable of forming a single syllable. He was right and you knew that he knew that he was right, but the thought of admitting it out loud made you anxious.
“Nothing?” At the same time, Seokmin raised his right leg between your legs.
“Shit!” you moaned, throwing your head back against the large oak tree at the feeling of his thigh pressing right into your folds, with only the fabric of your black biker shorts and panties separating you from him. The squelching sounds that followed his action told Seokmin exactly what he needed to know.
“Tsk, look at that mess,” he taunted after he’d removed his leg, forcing you to look down at the wet spot that had formed on his dark blue shorts.
“Seokmin,” you whined, your cheeks now hotter than they’d ever felt before.
“How about we do something about that, hmm?” he suggested, putting his fingers underneath your chin to tilt your head. His eyes had darkened significantly – he looked at you as if he was about two seconds away from devouring you whole.
“Please,” you breathed, your voice dripping with desperation for the man despite the embarrassment you felt. The universe had decided that you deserved a chance with Lee Seokmin and you were not about to pass up the opportunity.
His lips were on yours as soon as you’d finished speaking, the taste of him sweet with a hint of saltiness from the sweat that had dripped down his face during the run. You were quick to match his pace, wrapping your arms around his neck to accept his eager tongue inside your mouth.
He was relentless as he devoured you, with his thigh back between your legs and his fingers wiggling underneath your tight sports top. Every single one of his touches sent little bolts of electricity through your body, lighting up a path of fire with the way his fingers danced skillfully across the bare skin of your waist.
You clutched onto his upper arms in an attempt to ground yourself when his fingers suddenly dug deep into your waist. The slight pain that resulted from his roughness pulled a small groan from you that was swallowed by the tongue-filled kiss you were engrossed in. That stinging sensation instantly faded into the background when he started to grind you down onto his flexed thigh, replacing it with a burning desire for more as your clit throbbed from the delicious friction.
“Such a juicy pussy, fucking hell,” Seokmin grunted, giving you some time to recover from his assault on your lips, switching his attention momentarily to help you speed up the movement of your hips. “You like getting off on my thigh that much?”
“Yes yes yes!” you mewled. “So much – don’t stop!” Your mind was an absolute mess as your pussy gushed with slick at every roll of your hips, each drag adding more arousal to Seokmin’s already soaked shorts.
Should anyone have run the same trail, they would have no doubt spotted the two of you doing less than holy things. But you could have cared less. It was just as hot as you’d imagined it and you’d be damned if you let a thought like that stop you.
“Who would have thought you were such a fucking pathetic little slut for my thighs? Look at you,” he sneered, pulling at the back of your head to make you look at him.
“Fuck fuck fuck!” you moaned, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the feral look in his eyes. You’d imagined him wrecking and calling you the most filthiest names, but to actually hear him say that was like a dream come true. “G-Gon- cum,” you whimpered, digging your nails into the flesh of his sun-kissed arms to brace yourself.
A string of guttural moans left your lips as you finally exploded, bliss taking over your body like an uncontrollable wave that left you with no other choice but to succumb to it. Seokmin was there to catch you, holding you up between himself and the oak tree as he helped you come down from your high, mumbling a bunch of filth into your ear that caused your legs to tremble in excitement.
For a second after that, as your high started to die down, you were overcome with a sense of fear. You were afraid that when you opened your eyes, Seokmin would come back to reality and end this thing right then and there, afraid that you would never get a chance like this again.
But the hand that slowly wiggled into your shorts and panties completely obliterated those pessimistic thoughts, pulling you right back into that feeling of ecstasy as his fingers grazed your sensitive nub – the sound you let out at the action echoed through the trees around you.
“God, you feel even better like this, dripping all over my hand like a filthy whore,” Seokmin growled, teasingly dipping two of his fingers into your heat. You bucked your hips in response, your walls greedily clenching but finding nothing to satiate the ache in your pussy.
“Please...need it,” you whined, desperate for another release.
“What do you need, hmm?” he mused before his lips lightly trailed a path of open mouth kisses down your sweaty neck.
“Your fingers!” you gasped, your nails digging back into his arms as his fingertips circled around your entrance.
“Look at me,” he demanded again, his tone huskier and much more sensual this time. You complied, immediately getting trapped into those dark brown eyes that momentarily made you forget about where you were.
The corners of his lips curled into a smirk when he finally penetrated you with his long digits, allowing him to watch you fall apart from just that simple act. Your mind turned to complete mush when he started to pummel into your sopping cave with a vigor that you didn’t know existed. The obscene sounds it produced would have flustered you if it wasn’t for the fact that you were currently being fingered into the next day by your smoking hot co-worker.
And it wasn’t long before your lips found each other again, your tongues entangled in a passionate dance as Seokmin’s free hand roughly groped your breast over the sports bra you wore underneath your shirt. One of your hands had tangled into his hair while your other was gripping onto the arm that was worshiping your needy cunt – the feeling of those popping veins on his forearm caused you to clench around him just a little harder with your second orgasm approaching fast.
What the-
Your eyes fluttered open at the feeling of what felt like a water drop landing onto your forehead. Seokmin hadn’t seemed to notice as he continued battering his fingers against your gummy walls. Choosing to ignore the little distraction, you closed your eyes again to focus on the man making you feel good.
And it worked for a while, until you felt another droplet, and another. And suddenly it was pouring down. Not even the trees were able to protect the two of you from the cold and aggressive downpour that was already starting to penetrate your clothes.
“Fuck,” Seokmin hissed when he’d abruptly pulled away from your lips, a deep frown now adorning his face. “We need to go. Now.” He looked up at the sky. “This looks like it could become dangerous really fast.”
“B-But...,” you pouted, already feeling your climax ebb further and further away. You’d been so fucking close. Of course something had to ruin your perfect moment. It had all just seemed a little too good to be true.
“I’m not willing to risk our lives, Y/N. Come on.” Despite your protests, Seokmin retreated his fingers from your shorts and wiped them hastily on his shirt before reaching for your hand with the one that hadn’t just been knuckle-deep inside you.
He’d been right though. The sky was now dangerously dark and the faint rumbling sound told you that a storm was definitely not out of the question.
Before you knew it, the two of you were running back to the cabin as fast as you could, all while Seokmin’s hand never left yours. You were glad for that, because the truth was, the whole change in weather terrified you, especially with the thunder and lightning that seemed to get closer and closer by the sound of it.
The cabin was completely dark by the time you arrived, a stark contrast from the bright and sunny place you’d left behind. The two of you were completely drenched as you entered the large hall, bringing a trail of water with you that stained the mahogany floor.
“That was…” you panted, bending forward to lean your hands onto your knees while you tried to slow down your heart rate.
“Intense,” Seokmin finished your sentence.
“Yeah.” You let out a breathy laugh, which was followed by Seokmin’s own laugh. “Do you think the power went out?” you asked after a few seconds, straightening out your body again when you’d slightly calmed down.
“Seems like it,” Seokmin responded. It was so dark that you could barely see his face, even though he was standing right beside you.
And it was quiet, very quiet aside from the thunder roaring outside and the crackling and sputtering sounds coming from what you assumed was the fireplace in the living room. Where was everyone else?
“I guess I’ll try and see if the others are around,” you broke the silence, feeling a sudden need to escape from Seokmin as anxiety crept back into your body – your little escapade in the woods had really come to an end now.
But just as you were about to make your escape, the lights switched back on, followed by the sound of mixed voices quickly coming your way.
“Oh my god, what happened to you guys?!” Hyunwoo exclaimed as he rounded the corner together with Mina, Yejun, Seojoon and your best friend, whose face lit up at the sight of you. You also couldn’t help but catch the confused look on his face as he noticed Seokmin standing beside you.
“Went for a run but got caught up in the rain as you can see,” Seokmin answered for you both.
Only then you managed to get a proper look at him. He was a complete mess, with his hair clinging onto his face and his outfit completely ruined by the rain. You were no doubt in a similar state, if not worse.
“Are you okay? I was worried sick when I couldn’t reach you,” Soonyoung frowned after he’d jogged up to you and examined you for any injuries.
You nodded reassuringly. “I’m sorry. I put my phone on silent and forgot to check, but I’m fine. What happened here though?”
“The power went out because of the storm. Minji needed some help in the basement, so most of us went down to help her get it back on,” Seojoon explained before Soonyoung could open his mouth.
“And some of the others are still napping,” Mina added.
“They can sleep with all this noise?” Seokmin asked.
“Some people can sleep through anything, I guess,” Mina shrugged at the same time you noticed her eyes trail over Seokmin’s wet form, in particular the part where his shirt was now clinging onto his nicely defined abs. You felt a tingle of jealousy at the way she was ogling him, but you reminded yourself that you’d been the one riding his thigh and you’d been the one he’d fingered against a tree not too long ago. No one, not even her, could take that away from you.
“Come on, let’s get you out of these clothes. You might get hypothermia if you stay like this. Let’s go,” Soonyoung interrupted your thoughts.
“Yeah, let’s go,” you nodded, shooting Seokmin a brief glance. Your mood slightly soured as you noticed him talking to Mina, but Soonyoung didn’t give you much time to dwell on it because he was already dragging you away.
“You have a lot of explaining to do, missy.”
That night, you just couldn’t get yourself to fall asleep. Every time you closed your eyes, your mind kept going back to the moment you’d shared with Seokmin. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t seem to forget about the way his soft lips had moved against yours, the feeling of his smooth muscular arms underneath your hands and most importantly, the way his thigh had managed to give you one of the best orgasms of your life.
The things you’d give to do that again. It was pathetic really...how one man could have such a hold on you. But you couldn’t help yourself. You’d now had a proper taste of the drug that was Lee Seokmin and you only craved more and more with each second that passed.
Soonyoung had made it his mission to grill you about your little adventure with Seokmin as soon as your other co-workers were out of earshot. You, being the good friend you were, told him about everything that had happened in the woods, from the moment Seokmin had asked to join your run until the point where he’d made you cum on his thigh, followed by the awful downpour that explained how the two of you had ended up completely drenched in the entrance hall.
Your best friend had been in total shock at your admission – rightfully so – because how the fuck had he missed all the signals? At not a single point in time had the man given him any sort of indication that he was interested in you.
You couldn’t blame Soonyoung, because you were in the exact same boat, which is why you were currently in the kitchen, making your mind work overtime with the way you were overthinking every little thing that had happened so far.
“What are you thinking about?” a deep voice startled you out of your thoughts.
“Seokmin?” You squinted a little since the lights in the kitchen were still off. “Did you follow me here?”
He chuckled in response. “You really think I’d stay up all night just to see if you’d go into the kitchen for some water?”
“I guess not,” you mumbled, feeling stupid for even asking. But then again, you felt like anything was possible with this man.
“Do you mind?” he asked, pointing to the water bottle you were holding. Instead of waiting for your response, he immediately reached forward and twisted the cap off before taking a few sips from your water.
“You could have just grabbed one from the fridge, you know?” you pouted, but couldn’t help but admire the way his Adam’s apple moved every time he swallowed.
He grinned, leaning in closer as he placed the bottle on the counter beside you, his citrusy honeylike smell attacking your nostrils once again. “But sharing is more fun, isn’t it?” God, he was trying to kill you.
“I..uh, am gonna head back to bed,” you stammered, already feeling your nerves get the better of you again.
“Wait.” Seokmin was quick to cage you in between him and the wall located behind you, a sly smirk making its way onto his face. “Answer one question for me first.”
“About what?” you asked carefully, not liking the look on his face.
“The never have I ever game.”
—
“Okay okay! Never have I ever...hooked up with a co-worker,” Seojoon asked when it was his turn.
Your eyes nervously darted through the room as you waited for others to make the first move. Soonyoung, who you knew had had hookups with co-workers before, was quick to take a sip from his beer – being embarrassed was not in his vocabulary. So did Yejun, Hyunwoo and two of your other colleagues before your eyes fell on Seokmin, who slowly raised the cup to his mouth. You could feel your cheeks heat up in response as your mind flashed back to your heated moment in the forest.
“Yah, Lee Seokmin! Tell us right now who and where,” Seojoon demanded, making everyone focus their attention on the man in question.
“I don’t kiss and tell,” Seokmin grinned, after which you quickly averted your gaze before the two of you had the chance to meet eyes.
“Wah, who would have thought? Could it be someone in this room?” Hyunwoo teased, followed by several of the others joining him with their own theories.
While everyone was distracted with Seokmin, you hurriedly took a sip from your own drink, hoping that no one would notice. And you thought you got away with it, but then Sana, who was known for being nosy and very observing, started to screech your name, which turned everyone’s attention to you instead.
“Y/N?! You too?!”
“Who? And where?” Mina added.
“No comment,” you grumbled, feeling like you were seconds away from making a run for it as you felt everyone’s eyes bore into you.
Fortunately, Soonyoung was nice enough to notice your discomfort and interrupted the questioning by telling Hyunwoo to hurry and ask the next question. Not that his question was much better. If anything, it was even worse than the first one.
“Never have I ever...masturbated during work hours,” he smirked.
Feeling your body tense up at the question, you again waited for someone else to make the first move. However, this time, a lot less people drank from their cups. Two to be exact – Yejun and Sana. You debated whether you should drink too, but the alcohol that was already running through your system eventually convinced you to do it, surprising most of your co-workers.
“Y/N?!” Sana screeched again.
You nearly whined in annoyance at her reaction. “What? I wasn’t the only one who drank,” you huffed, mentally cursing yourself for being so honest.
“We need a story time, because this is making me curious,” Seojoon chuckled, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.
There was no way you were going to share that humiliating story, especially not when the reason for its existence was sitting right across from you.
“Isn’t the point of the game just drinking when you’ve done something?” you sighed, just wanting to move on to the next question already.
Hyunwoo shrugged. “It is, but we’re curious. Never would have expected that from you.”
Your eyebrows raised at his words. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“Yeah, you seem so...innocent,” Yejun chuckled.
“Oh, trust me, s-ah!” Soonyoung yelped as you jabbed your elbow into his side.
Your best friend was then met with your death glare, so he knew to shut up right then and there. This was definitely a moment where you needed Soonyoung to rescue you, not put you in a situation that would end up with you making a fool out of yourself in front of all your co-workers.
So, very subtly, you reached for your nose before lightly tapping it in the hope that he would notice. And oh, he sure did.
Your best friend peeked into your cup and snatched it out of your hand. “Would you look at that, Y/N. We can’t have empty cups around here. Let’s get you a refill!”
It was definitely not empty, but you couldn’t care less. You and Soonyoung were already out of your seats and rushing towards the kitchen before anyone had a chance to protest.
“Thanks,” you exhaled, glad to be out of that stressful situation.
“You know I got you. But...it was kinda funny to see you struggling a little.”
“Soonyoung,” you warned, not in the mood for his antics.
He made a gesture of zipping his mouth and throwing away the imaginary key. “I’ll shut up now.”
“Very wise.”
—
“The Hyunwoo question,” Seokmin continued, never losing that smirk. “Tell me, was it me you were thinking of?”
“Would you believe me if I said it wasn’t?”
“I would, but the fact that you’re clenching your thighs right now tells me that you’re probably lying,” he mumbled, placing one of his large hands onto the small of your back to move you just a tad bit closer to him.
You didn’t have a comeback for that, mainly because he was right. This man could read you like a book and you hated it. Were you really that easy to read or was he just good at it? Either way, it was getting more and more difficult to focus on that thought since Seokmin seemed to move in closer with every breath you released, his minty breath hitting your face and his alluring dark brown eyes fixated on your own.
It was intense, with the way he was staring right into your soul. And the urge to just throw yourself at him was strong, particularly when he lightly brushed his velvety lips over yours for just a brief moment.
“You’re cute, you know that?” He chuckled at the way you were desperately chasing after him when he’d moved back slightly.
“You can’t just tease me like that,” you huffed, fisting your hands into the fabric of his shirt to prevent him from moving any further away.
“But I like the way you respond to me.” One of his hands shimmied underneath your shirt and began to gently trace patterns onto your back, causing your heart to start beating faster. “You’re so...” you shivered at the feeling of his lips grazing along the side of your jaw before stopping right at your lips “reactive to my touch.”
Then before you knew it, your back was making contact with the cold hard wall as Seokmin’s cushiony lips collided with yours, moving with a gentle urgency that sent tingles all across your skin. Your mind reeled at the feeling of his wet tongue sliding past your lips, which caused a warmth to bloom in your chest that you hadn’t felt before with anyone else. Compared to your kiss in the woods, this one was much more intense and softer, and it made you absolutely melt into his touch.
You felt yourself get lost in the moment as his fingers danced up your spine, leaving a long trail of goosebumps in their wake before finally making contact with the underside of your breast. Your back arched off the wall, an airy moan escaping from your lips at the feeling of his cold fingertips on the sensitive skin of your soft mound. His touches were addictive, sending spike after spike of electricity through your veins, melting you into a pathetic puddle of need for the man you were so desperately clinging onto.
A sudden opening of the kitchen door had the both of you freeze on the spot, lips still very much attached. The position you were in kept you hidden for the time being – as long the interrupter didn’t turn on the lights or peaked behind the door.
Seokmin slowly pulled away, only to put his index finger against his lips to signal for you to be quiet. That proved to be difficult with your heart nearly beating out of your chest and your labored breathing that was the result of the kiss you’d shared. Still, you tried your best to hold your breath as the person rummaged through what sounded like the fridge.
The whole situation lasted only a few minutes, but it felt like eternity as you anxiously waited for the person to finish whatever they came here for. Meanwhile, Seokmin’s form was completely pressed against yours due to the way the door had opened. Any other situation and you would have been ecstatic at this proximity, but the fear of getting caught had completely ruined the mood for you.
It was only when the door finally closed that you felt comfortable enough to move from your position against the wall.
Seokmin ran a hand through his hair as he gave you some space to breathe. “Shit, that was close.”
“You could say that,” you gasped, sucking in a big gulp of air. “I think I almost peed myself.”
“That’s the risk of sneaking around in a house full of co-workers.”
“Yeah, well. I’d like to keep my sanity.” That earned a snicker from the man in front of you.
“I’ll give you a break for now. That was enough excitement for one evening, don’t you think?”
You nodded in response, butterflies erupting in your stomach at the prospect of doing this again.
His fingers gently caressed your cheek. “Sleep well, Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”
“N-Night,” you whispered, the feeling of his touch still lingering even after he’d made his exit.
One of these days this man was going to be the death of you.
“Do I look okay?” you asked Soonyoung, gesturing to the black matching set of leggings and sports bra you’d decided to wear for the yoga and meditation session.
Your best friend, who was dressed in a pair of black shorts and a white oversized t-shirt, raised his eyebrows questioningly as he looked you over. “Why wouldn’t you?”
“Well, I don’t know? Maybe because I’m going to be in a bunch of weird poses?”
“Are you sure it’s not because you’re afraid Seokmin won’t be able to control himself?”
“Definitely not.”
“I still can’t believe you two had another kinky moment and almost got caught,” Soonyoung giggled. “You really have no idea who interrupted you?”
You shook your head. “No and it’s probably better that I don’t.”
“Everyone! Yoga session is about to start, so you better get down here!” Seojoon’s loud voice boomed through the large cabin.
Soonyoung reluctantly got up from the comfortable chair he’d been sitting in. “Come on. You know how big he is on participation and punctuality. Not in the mood to get my ass kicked today.”
“You’re right. He’s scary when he’s angry,” you shuddered, remembering that time he’d yelled at one of the new interns for skipping out on a company dinner without giving a valid reason.
Once you’d entered the yoga room, your focus immediately drifted from Soonyoung to Seokmin, who’d once again chosen violence – he’d gone for another white sleeveless shirt, paired with some dark green shorts that accentuated his robust legs in the best way possible.
He shot you a sneaky wink when your eyes met his, holding your gaze for a few seconds before he turned around when Hyunwoo demanded his attention. The simple action had left you feeling more flustered than you’d expected, with heat spreading across your face and down your neck.
Was he actually trying to give you a heart attack? What if someone had caught that?
Fortunately, as far as you were aware, no one had seemed to notice. Soonyoung was still happily chatting away, sharing some ridiculous story about his cousin who’d attempted to boil pasta without water. You, however, were only half listening, too engrossed in your own thoughts, but he luckily didn’t seem to care much.
It wasn’t long before the instructor arrived and the class started, forcing you to focus on the task at hand. Now, it wasn’t your first time doing yoga, but it was definitely your first time doing yoga with Lee Seokmin in the room, and from where you were standing, you had a perfect view of the man’s gorgeous side profile.
The routine was fairly simple and nothing too challenging for a beginner. Most of the yoga poses you were able to do without needing much concentration, which was probably a good thing. Because almost all of them put emphasis on the thighs and to say that you were a little distracted was putting it lightly.
During the variations of the warrior pose and the chair pose, your eyes were glued to Seokmin’s thighs. No matter how loud that inner voice was screaming for you to look away, you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. The position you were in allowed you to observe every little detail, from the way his thighs thickened every time he bent his knees to the way his muscles contracted each time he corrected his balance. Heat was pooling in your lower stomach by the time the instructor started with the floor exercises.
You thought that that would be slightly better, seeing as it wouldn’t involve as much thigh, but boy were you wrong. The bridge pose you were all currently in provided you with enough mental images that left you with a wanton desire and another ruined pair of panties.
Against your better judgment, you’d made the mistake of looking at Seokmin, who was in the process of alternating between raising and lowering his hips every few seconds or so. His movements were smooth and controlled, which made you wonder what it would feel like if he were to fuck you like that in that exact position.
“Remind you of something?” Soonyoung snickered from beside you, startling you out of your daydream.
“Huh?”
“Are you even listening?” he hissed after seeing your confused expression.
You rolled your eyes. “I am now.”
“Anyway...I was talking about the instructor.”
Only then you realized that all this time, your yoga instructor had been talking you through the pose with her encouraging but still calm voice.
“Relax your body and breath in…and out...in...and out.” It sounded an awful lot like the damn pregnancy video Soonyoung had shown you.
“I think you need to follow her advice, because you’re wilding again. Can’t have you soaking the whole floor,” your best friend teased.
“Oh my god, please shut up,” you chuckled – you would have slapped him if it weren’t for the fact that you were in an awkward position.
By the end of the class, you were in desperate need of a break. Not just from yoga, but from Seokmin’s thighs in particular.
“I’ll be right back. Just gonna get some water,” you told Soonyoung as you picked up your phone and your water bottle from the floor.
“Just hurry back. Oh! And get me a snack,” he called after you.
Ignoring both of his requests, you made your way into the kitchen and towards the sink, where you filled your empty bottle with some ice cold water.
“Y/N.” You swiftly turned around at the sound of Seokmin’s voice echoing through the empty kitchen, not having anticipated his presence.
“Come with me,” he motioned and grabbed onto your hand before pulling you towards the backdoor, not even waiting for your reply.
“Yah! Where are we going? Seokmin?” you squealed, having no choice but to keep up with his fast pace – it was either that or be dragged around.
“Seokmin,” you repeated when he still hadn’t answered you. Your mind was reeling at this point, bordering between excitement and nervousness as Seokmin led you into the forest behind the cabin, a totally different route from the one you’d taken on your run.
“W-Wait, the meditation is going to start soon and-”
Your words made him stop in his tracks and you would have bumped into him if you hadn’t made a last-minute change in your steps.
He turned around, his dark eyes boring into you. “Then tell me, would you rather do that or go with me?”
The answer to that was easy. Of course you’d rather go with him. But skipping the meditation session or arriving late would make your co-workers suspicious, and if only the two of you were missing, it would only be a matter of time before they would connect the dots.
Did he not care about that at all?
Your mouth opened and closed a few times, no words coming out as you tried to reason with yourself. Seokmin, who seemed to notice the inner conflict you were having, softened his gaze and gave your hand a light squeeze.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” you stated with absolutely no hesitation.
“And you like me, right?”
“Yes.” If someone would have told you a year ago that you’d be admitting that to Seokmin, you would have straight-up laughed in their face. But here you were, telling him as if he wasn’t making you feel all weak in the knees.
“Then that’s settled,” he responded, shooting you that infamous bright smile of his.
Fuck that meditation session. Because who were you to say no to that smile? Besides, you wanted this – no, you needed this moment with him and you weren’t going to let your fear get the better of you. It didn’t stop you before, so why would you let it stop you now?
Something in your facial expressions must have given away exactly what you were thinking, because Seokmin was already moving again, leading you to god knows where. But this time, you didn’t protest. Instead, you eagerly followed in his footsteps, your worries completely forgotten, leaving only a feeling of exhilaration as you wondered what he had planned for the both of you.
After what felt like ages, he finally stopped at a small but beautiful open space that was surrounded by trees and other greenery.
“This should be good enough for what I have in mind,” Seokmin said, turning his body to face yours, your hand still firmly grasped in his.
“And what might that be?” you mused calmly, even though your body felt tight with anticipation.
“Wouldn’t you like to find out?” he teased as his lips curved into a smile that managed to seem both angelic and devilish at the same time.
Without even realizing it, Seokmin had moved in closer, his breath now lightly hitting your face as your faces were only inches apart – a scene that you were all too familiar with.
He looked at you expectantly, his eyes radiant and slightly mischievous, almost as if he was asking you to make the first move. Feeling more confident this time, you were happy to comply, closing the little bit of distance between the two of you to slide your lips against Seokmin’s inviting pillowy lips.
It started out slow, with Seokmin’s fingertips dancing lightly along your sides, but the kiss quickly deepened, turning into something more as both of your hands started to wander over each other’s bodies with an acute need.
You didn’t exactly know how you got there, but you suddenly found yourself perched in Seokmin’s lap on top of a large rock that had been conveniently placed in the clearing. Your lips were frantically moving against another as you tried to relieve yourself of some of the tension that had built up inside you. But it wasn’t enough – nowhere near enough, especially not when you could feel the outline of his dick pressing against your crotch. With a little encouragement from Seokmin’s hands on your ass, your hips automatically started to grind into his, creating a maddening friction that only made you desperate for more.
Your hands were moving on their own accord, hungrily tugging at the bottom of his shirt, which he was quick to discard. The sight you were greeted with pulled an unexpected groan out of you, because how was he so damn perfect?
As expected, his skin was smooth and toned, just like the rest of him. His well-defined abs were covered with a thin layer of sweat from the previous activity, which, combined with the little happy trail that disappeared into his shorts, only made you want all of him that much more.
“Enjoying yourself, hmm?” Seokmin interrupted .
You could only hum in agreement, not quite trusting your voice right now.
“It’s only fair I get something in return, don’t you think?” His large hands teasingly moved up your form, your body shuddering with excitement at the thought of being able to feel his fingers all over you.
You sucked in a sharp breath when he abruptly tugged down the zipper that was holding your sports bra together at the front, the piece of fabric now dangling helplessly off your shoulders.
“Fucking hell,” he breathed at the sight of your exposed breasts, your nipples rock hard from the slightly cool breeze that passed you momentarily. Seokmin was on you like white on rice, wasting absolutely no time as he wrapped his lips around one of your nipples.
“F-Fuck!” you couldn’t help but curse at the feeling of his hot and wet tongue sucking messily on your hardened bud. Your hips were desperately grinding against his once more, your hands having moved to grip onto his hard thighs as you leaned back to let him work your body.
It felt good – so good. But you wanted more. It was at the point where you needed him to see the effect he had on you, particularly the sticky mess in between your legs that was getting more and more uncontrollable with every second that passed.
If only your clothes weren’t in the way.
Seokmin seemed to think the exact same thing, because it wasn’t long after that that he released your spit-covered tit with a pop, followed by a demanding “strip naked” that made your pussy clench involuntarily.
He didn’t have to tell you twice. Within seconds, you’d quickly kicked off your shoes, tugged down your leggings and wrecked panties before adding your loosened sports bra to the pile on the forest floor.
Then he was pulling you back onto the rock, his fingers digging into your sides before he roughly planted you onto his thigh, his shorts having ridden up from the way you’d been grinding in his lap just a minute ago.
Your guttural moan resonated through the forest as soon as your slick cunt made contact with his bare thigh, your hands grasping onto his shoulders for dear life as you tried to hold it together. This was it. Paradise. You were sure of it. Many times you’d dreamed of this moment, but nothing could have prepared you for the real thing.
“What are you waiting for? Isn’t this what you wanted?” Seokmin then proceeded to flex the muscle you were sitting on, pulling a loud whimper from you that had you throw your head back.
“Yes! ‘s what I wanted,” you moaned, your breathing already heavy and irregular from that simple stimulation.
“Then ride it. Show me how you make yourself cum,” he said, wrapping one of his strong arms around your middle while his free hand hungrily kneaded the flesh of your trembling thigh, urging you to move.
So, you did exactly that. You slowly rolled your hips once to test the waters. It was a good thing that Seokmin was holding you up, because the pressure of your clit dragging across his muscular thigh and the feeling of your slick spreading all over the place was enough to make you crumble.
Pretty soon, you were humping his thigh as if it was your last day, pleasure spreading through your entire being as you tried to make yourself cum.
Seokmin’s hands were all over you, leaving nothing but destruction in their wake as they roughly squeezed your ass, your thighs and your breasts that jiggled with every movement of your hips. Your mind was an absolute mess as slick kept gushing out of your pulsing cunt, making it harder for you to keep your eyes open.
“Eyes on me, baby,” he grunted, fingers firmly grabbing onto your chin as he pulled your face back down.
You could only whine in response, which Seokmin saw as an opportunity to push his thumb past your lips. He released a deep groan at the sight of your lips wrapped around his digit.
“Look at you, shit. Dripping on my thigh like a needy little slut.”
“Fuck – Fuck!” you whimpered, releasing his thumb almost as soon as he’d started flexing his thigh again, your orgasm unexpectedly tearing through your body with only a few more rolls of your hips. All of your muscles tensed up, your back arching and legs shaking violently as you released on Seokmin’s thigh.
“You okay?” he asked after giving you a few seconds to recover.
“I’m great.” You released a breathless chuckle, peeking up at him through heavy eyelids, feeling slightly out of breath from the intense pleasure you’d just experienced.
“Good, because it’s my turn now,” he smirked, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to your lips before moving you off his drenched thigh.
Was he finally going to fuck you?
Curiously, you watched as he scooted off the rock and turned around, which allowed you to check out his half naked form for just a brief moment. But it was enough to have you riled up again, with his shorts barely covering anything at this point and the outline of his hard dick very prominent through his tight shorts – you licked your lips in anticipation.
“Come here,” he motioned, his hands wrapping around your ankles. He was careful as he helped you scoot closer to the edge, not wanting to bust your skin open on the rough surface you were laying on.
“What are you- oh my god!” you squealed after he’d thrown your legs over his shoulders, not having expected him to dive right into your pussy. Your eyes automatically closed. “S-Seok – min!” you whined, one of your hands tangling into his purple locks to steady yourself.
Not being able to help it, your hips jerked at the feeling of his hot mouth on your cunt. You were still extremely sensitive from your previous orgasm, but the slight pain of the overstimulation mixed with the pleasure from his tongue was surprisingly arousing, and it wasn’t long before your hips were moving in rhythm with Seokmin’s mouth.
With some effort, you forced your eyes open, a shudder ripping through your body from head to toe as you took in the view in front of you. Seokmin’s dark orbs were already looking at you, his tongue skillfully sliding through your folds and over your throbbing clit, all while applying exactly the right amount of pressure to your most sensitive spots.
“Right t-there...gonna make me cu-um,” you moaned when he pushed two of his fingers into your slick-covered hole, curling them up deliciously against your insides. All the while, his tongue had never stopped lapping at your swollen clit.
“Cum for me.” Seokmin’s voice had been slightly muffled due to the fact that he was still buried in your pussy, but you’d heard him loud and clear. That, plus the vibrations that his voice sent to your clit and the way he was staring at you while he was giving you the best head of your life, was enough to send you completely over the edge.
“Oh fuck!” you gasped, your hand tightening in his hair and your hips buckling erratically as the orgasm that had been building inside you reached its peak. It was unlike anything you’d felt before. You were cumming, but it was more than that...more intense. And there was so much arousal everywhere.
When Seokmin pulled back, you understood what had happened. His face was glistening, a few drops of your arousal dripping down his chin onto his chiseled abdomen.
Your cheeks burned with heat. “Did I just…?”
“Squirt? Fuck yes,” he panted, using the back of his hand to wipe away whatever slick was on and around his lips before stepping in between your legs. “And it was fucking hot,” he continued, putting his hand behind your head to pull you in for a messy kiss – the taste of yourself on his lips caused you to groan into Seokmin’s mouth.
“Please. Need you inside,” you gasped, your nails clawing at his back when he’d moved his lips from your mouth to your neck, occasionally using his teeth to nip at your sensitive skin.
“Yeah? Think you can handle that?” he murmured, his fingers digging into your soft thighs.
“Yes! Seokmin, please...need you to fuck me hard,” you whimpered, not caring how desperate you sounded for him.
“Fuck, okay,” he breathed, quickly removing himself from your hold before taking a step back.
Biting on your lower lip, you watched as he pulled his shorts and underwear off, revealing his hard dick that was already leaking large beads of precum. He was close enough for you to reach, so without thinking, you grasped onto his firm length. It felt hot and heavy against your palm, his precum now slowly trickling down towards the base.
You started to stroke him lightly, wanting to make him feel just as good as he’d made you feel...twice already. But Seokmin had other plans.
“Don’t.” He choked back a moan, his hand on your wrist after the second stroke, gently urging you to let go. “I’ll cum before I even get the chance to fuck you,” he continued after seeing your puzzled expression.
“Oh,” you whispered, biting your lip at the thought of making him come undone with just a few strokes of your hand.
A few seconds later, he’d forced you down onto your back once again, this time sliding his hands up your thighs until he was able to spread you out, your pussy still dripping from your prior activities.
“Still so wet after cumming twice already,” the man between your legs sighed, his gaze directed at the lower half of your body. “So greedy.” That was followed by a slap to your pussy. You yelped in surprise, even though the slight ache resulting from his roughness had you curling your toes in excitement.
“Seokmin, please. I can’t wait.” You were begging now, wrapping your legs around his waist to express how desperate you really were. “P-Please, I-”
Your breath hitched involuntarily at the feeling of his dick rubbing through your folds before finding your entrance. You forced your body muscles to relax at the intrusion that followed, but seeing as you were more than lubed up, Seokmin had no problem sliding every inch inside.
“Fuck...such a tight pussy,” he grunted when he’d completely bottomed out, the unfamiliar stretch of dick leaving you with a pleasant burn. Seokmin continued to take a deep breath as he tried to contain himself, keeping still for a few seconds to give you some time to get used to him.
But you didn’t need any of that. You just needed him to fuck you...hard...and fast, until you couldn’t walk anymore. You were convinced that you’d be able to take whatever he was going to give to you.
That’s why you groaned in frustration when he still hadn’t moved. “I’m not gonna break, you know? You can fuck me.” This was followed by you clenching down hard, which earned you a strangled moan from Seokmin, who was quick to jump into action after that.
“As you wish,” he smirked.
Any control you thought you had was gone after that stunt you pulled. He moved back slightly, just enough so that the tip was still inside you, before slamming his full length back into you. Your eyes nearly bulged out of your sockets at the force, your back arching off the stone as you gasped for breath. But Seokmin wasn’t planning to go easy on you now. You’d given him the okay, so you were going to have to take it.
Within seconds, he’d found a steady rhythm, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs for support as his balls – now covered in your slick – slapped against your ass with every thrust.
You were on cloud nine, mind completely blank aside from the thoughts that revolved around Seokmin fucking the shit out of you in the middle of the woods.
Your fingers weakly clawed at his toned arms as your mind reeled at the feeling of Seokmin continuously slamming into your wet cunt, the head of his dick kissing the tip of your cervix every time he leaned forward.
“Are you close?” he asked, his breathing sounding irregular due to the force he was putting into his movements.
“C-Close,” you stuttered, not in the right state of mind to formulate anything more than that. Seokmin sped up his thrusts after that, fucking you even faster and harder as he kept hitting that right spot inside you.
“Where do you want my cum, baby?” Seokmin asked when his thrusts were getting sloppier and sloppier by the second.
“Inside m-me...want your cum so bad,” you mewled, feeling like you were about to lose it with how fast he was drilling into you.
“Fuck!” Seokmin’s hips stuttered momentarily at your words, but he quickly regained himself before he resumed his merciless rhythm, bringing you closer and closer to the edge every time he buried himself back into you.
You finally came for the third time with a loud cry of his name, your body shaking all over as a result of the intensity. Seokmin wasn’t far behind. He gave one final thrust before he stilled inside you, groaning loudly into your shoulder as his dick released big spurts of warm cum that had you feeling nice and full by the end of it.
“Holy shit,” he sighed when both of your highs had subsided.
“You could say that,” you giggled, trying to regain your breathing.
“We should definitely do that again.”
Your eyes widened in surprise at his statement. “Really?”
“Of course. Unless...you don’t want to? I don’t just do this with anyone, you know?” he grinned as he helped you down from the rock.
“Yes, yes! I would love that,” you smiled, the familiar butterflies in your stomach making their appearance again.
You really thought this day couldn’t be better. Well, that was until you’d both gotten dressed and you’d picked up your discarded phone off the floor to check the time.
Annoying Bestie 💖: >> Y/N!! Where the fuck are you?! Annoying Bestie 💖: >> Are u seriously ditching me for some dick rn?! Annoying Bestie 💖: >> If ur not here within the next 10 mins ur gonna miss the meditation Annoying Bestie 💖: >> People are getting suspicious… Annoying Bestie 💖: >> Trying to cover, but there’s only so much I can do with both of u missing :’) Annoying Bestie 💖: >> They’re definitely connecting the dots...u and Mr. Thighs Annoying Bestie 💖: >> Just so u know, ur never gonna live this down Annoying Bestie 💖: >> I hate it here Annoying Bestie 💖: >> Hope the D is worth it cuz ur missing out on some bomb food Annoying Bestie 💖: >> U BETTER GET TF BACK IF U DON’T WANT US TO LEAVE YOUR ASS HERE
“Uh...I think we might be in a bit of trouble,” you grimaced as you read through the many messages Soonyoung had sent you over the hours you and Seokmin had been ‘occupied’.
“How much trouble are we talking?”
“As in, we might miss the bus if we don’t hurry the fuck up.”
“Well shit, let’s go!” Seokmin exclaimed, reaching for your hand to drag you along with him.
“Is this how it’s going to be every time? Me getting dragged around by you?” you complained.
He looked back just in time to see you nearly trip over your own feet. “You’ll get used to it soon enough,” he laughed.
Yeah, you guess you could get used to this.
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Files - Loki x female reader
warnings: smut, unprotected sex, light degradation, glasses kink?
requested by @aestheticallyholland: hello! i hope your still taking requests. can you do a fic based on the gif below wherein the female reader works at the TVA and Loki casually and always flirts with her like in the gif. you can do whatever you want with it. it may also lead to smut 😌
and requested by anon: hey can you write a smut with Loki that she’s shy read with glasses that has choking kink with hint of degrading 🤤🤤😭
a/n: thank you and credits for the gif to @aestheticallyholland !!! hope you like this!
“So, you’d like to go out?”
You stared at the new variant, your fingers stopped writing on the typewriter. He had this smirk of his, leaning down on you in the other side of the counter. It was common for Loki to come and talk, or flirt shamelessly with you since a few days ago. So you chuckled at his question.
“Where exactly? We’re locked up here, remember?”
“I feel like you get bored a lot,” Loki said.
“More than I would like to admit,” you accepted, adjusting your glasses on the bride of yout nose.
He shifted his posture and you knew he was up for something. You knew him since he arrived to check some files, along with Mobius, who was someone you never really talked to until Loki approached to you. But Loki... he was something else. Maybe he had too much confidence on himself, but quickly you noticed he searched for you every time he could.
“Tell me what are you planning, Loki,” you narrowed your eyes, behind your glasses.
He licked his lips, eliciting a strange but known feeling inside you. You felt your legs squeezing together unconsciously. Loki leaned down and whispered softly to you.
“Do you have those files?”
“Loki,” you gasped. He had you pinned against the last shelf on the place, where you supposedly were to look up for the information he had been seeking for. He slowly pushed into you, your legs around his waist, holding on his arms for dear life while he fucked you deeply. Your glasses almost falling off from your pretty face at every thrust of him.
His low groans felt against your neck, where he left some kisses and soft bitten skin. Loki pulled out and slammed again inside you, making you moan louder. You hid your head on his shoulder, the sound of your skins slapping and the obscene smell of sex filled the place.
The excting fear of getting caught got on your mind, and you almost came to your high for this only thought. Your walls clenched around his dick, making him grunt.
“You’re such a good girl,” Loki whispered darkly, inhaling the scent of your skin. His words made you clench around him again and he chuckled. “Taking my cock like the whore I always knew you were.”
You moaned, feeling the familiar knot on your belly.
“Use your words, or I’m stopping,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir, I’m a whore, please make me cum,” you begged.
Loki smirked, taking you on his arms, your bodies still bonded together, and walked to the nearest desk, lying you down there. He spread your legs apart, lifting up your skirt and showing more your breasts through your blouse.
His hips moved again, making wonders on your body. His hands grabbed your sides that surely will leave marks on you later on. The place was empty by that time, not a single soul could think you were being fucked by a god on that desk.
Your glasses where almost falling again and you managed to leave them on again all the time. Loki’s cock twitched inside you, hitting your g-spot now. Soft whimpers left your mouth.
“Fuck, you look so shy and still I know you’d let me take you on every surface in this place until you only remember my name,” he teased, playing with your clit.
His big hands moved to cup your tits as he fucked you roughly. You bit your lip, taking his right hand and placing it on around your neck softly. Loki got the hint and wrapped his fingers around the skin, starting to choke you slightly until you felt your breath was leaving your body for a moment.
It felt like heaven. The way he pounded into your pussy, the sound of your skins, your sounds mixing together and his hands roaming on your throath and your half naked body, while he was basically fully clothed was pure bliss.
“I’m going to cum, please, can I cum?” you begged.
“Cum for me, then,” he breathed, giving your lips a harsh and sloppy kiss. You came down from your high and Loki swallowed all your moans and cries with his own lips.
He made you sit down on the desk, thrusting into your still sensitive cunt until he reached his own high, releasing his seed inside you. His hands stayed around your neck, without making any pressure on your skin.
“That was so fucking good, I even forgot why we came here,” you breathed, collapsing on his chest.
Loki adjusted your glasses and smiled, fixing your skirt.
“I still needs those files, love.”
#loki x reader#loki x female reader#loki x fem reader#loki smut#loki laufeyson x reader#loki laufeyson smut#loki series#tva loki#tva loki x reader#loki 2021#marvel smut#loki imagines
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Hi love! You and I both were ruined by that photo shoot.
My first send in is a lil’ role playing with haz 😌
You are at a fancy bar for date night dressed up and waiting for haz. He walks in with that brown blazer and black pattern shirt (I died, that look 😍🤤). He pretends not to know you. You play along as he hits on you and flirting back until you can’t handle it anymore and you take him to the bathroom to do…
You can fill in the blank with whatever you’d like to do him because I’m here for it all 😄
[finishing up hoe for haz asks]
imma just continue where you left off because mmhm yep
cw: husband!haz, cheating but not really, smut (possessive kink, unprotected sex, dirty talk, creampie, oral - f), lots of domestic fluff
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Thunk.
Your wedding ring hits the bathroom mirror as you try to grasp anything for support. On the reflection, you barely recognize yourself; makeup bolder. Lipstick smudged. Hair a mess. Dress askew. Tits spilling out, covered by the man pounding you from behind.
He hits your sweet spot and you cry out, your hand flying up to your mouth in quick response.
“Shh... gotta be quiet for me, darling. Wouldn’t want everyone to know you’re getting fucked by a stranger in this lounge bathroom, right?” he purrs right on your ear.
But his hand trails down to your dress and finds your clit, rubbing it mercilessly as he picks up the pace. You bite back another moan. It’s like he wants you to lose yourself and get caught.
“S’that feel good, darling? Fuck, you look so good like this...”
You smile in your daze. “You sound like my husband.”
“I don’t think your husband knows what to do with you. Why else would you be here with me, eh?” he smirks as he slows down his pace. Hard and deliberate as he makes his point. “You can kiss your husband hello when you get back, but it’s my cock you’re fucking, and it’ll be my cum leaking out of you.”
There’s something wildly primal about the way he marks his territory on you. It’s twisted and fucked up, but it’s also the very thing that sends you clenching around his dick with a strangled moan. And as you ride through your orgasm, he lets go and chases his. His fingers and rings digging into your soft hips.
The handprint on the bathroom mirror obscures his reflection behind you. You turn your head and he meets you halfway with a kiss. Short, sweet, and familiar.
“Wow,” Harrison breaths out. “That was...”
“I know! Where did all that dirty talk come from?” you turn around to face him, pulling him in by his jacket lapels.
He shrugs. “I guess-- the improv instinct just... kicks in.”
You chuckle, resting your forehead against his as you both catch your breaths. And then, “Hello, husband.” you kiss his chin and his lips and his nose.
“Hello, wife,” he quips back, kissing your nose, too. Tenderly smoothing out your hair and dress.
“You havin’ a good time?”
“Surprisingly, yes.” he laughs a little. “You?”
The mysterious, animalistic side of him is intriguing, but nothing beats your doting, loving husband at the end of the day. How his whole face lights up with a smile.
“Not bad.” you twirl random strands of his curls in your finger. “Had a few drinks, had a lot of fun... but I made a little mess and I need your help to clean it up.”
“A mess?” his blueish greenish eyes blink back at you. “Where?”
You glance down at his lips for a second, and he gets what you mean. He gets on his knees and hike up the hem of your dress one more time. He puts your thigh over his shoulder, following the trail of arousal blending together up your thigh, licking it clean with every swipe. Peppering occasional cheeky bites as he makes his way to your pussy.
He gathers up his cum and your juices on his tongue and fucks it back into you. Willing it to stay there and fill you up. Sucking and swirling your clit until you come a second time, and third, and fourth.
You are his, for real and for life, and he’d spend the rest of his days being yours, whatever that entails.
#well well well#this is fun#harrison osterfield#harrison osterfield imagine#harrison osterfield smut#harrison osterfield blurb#harrison osterfield x reader#husband!haz#ava writes#impromptu hoe for haz night
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My dear, I'm sooo sorry, I wasn't able to write a proper comment for chapter 23. I was just able to reblog it and add some gifs🤗. Real life crossed my way painfully 🤪...and I'm still high on meds my doctor gave me 🤣🤣🤣 so please forgive me if I didn't get every detail or this comment is a bad one 🥲.
I was so happy that Loki and y/n talked to each other and confessed their love. I'm also glad for y/n that she could clear the things with Peter and that he told her what happend once when they were a couple. As I assumed he was also a victim of that piece of shit Katlyn and I feel sad for him too. It seems he loved y/n very much and he should've talked to her back then...but it's never easy to talk about such things even when you're just 17 years old...
The kiss between them...yes, a bit of both, reconciliation and remembering how good it felt back then when life was good. And also a clarification for y/n how much she is in love with Loki. It would be a nice turn of fate when Peter could become a friend now and an ally to push that shitty, disgusting family from the cliff with broken noses, skulls and everything.
I'm not sure if and how Loki is able to handle it, he's understandably still insecure but he heard with his own ears how y/n confessed her love for him, that he's loved by her and that she always will choose him, that she only wants HIM. She has to show it to him constantly and I'm sure she will.
I absolutely get her angst when Loki seems to ignore her...but they have to be careful, they have to play their roles. It was so caring of Loki to take y/n with him and shit-bitch Katlyn to the shopping trip and hair dresser...lmao Loki should've told Katlyn the hottest woman he has known had a shoven head 🤣🤣🤣🤣...bitch would've done it too just to get fucked by him. No you dirty piece of shit, he will NEVER EVER FUCK YOU !
I always adore the way how Loki and y/n talk to each other, face to face or in their adorable and sexy text messages 😏❤️🔥, I love them for being so open and telling no lies to each other. They're so pure and precious, it always warms my heart. It was so nice that Peter provided Loki and y/n time together by distracting Katlyn.
And oh my gosh...daddy kink, feeding kink, all that slowly endless teasing and y/n returning THE favour, shirtless Loki...that was so hotttt 🌶🌶❤️🔥😏❤️🔥🥵🥵, I didn't know how much I needed that...I'm dead now and I need a really cold shower...and I need definitely more of thisss hot stuff...🤤😏🥵
And it wouldn't be a perfect chapter of yours without a gorgeous cliffhanger....and I'm HERE FOR IT !!...and you know it 😏🤣
I refuse to believe that Peter has evil intentions...in one of your responses you said you wouldn't ruin another good and nice character (that's Steve's job🤣🤣🤣) so I sincerely hope he's going to offer Loki something good...his help, a hug whatever...
Can't wait for the next chapter, you keep me addicted and curious, my Queen and I love you so much 👑💖🥰💚🖤❤️
Dont worry about it my dear, you know I love your asks but I never want you to feel pressured at all. Sending all the loki healing powers your way 😍
Yes the thing between Peter and y/n is too sad but then you hardly understand life and love at 17. That being said Peter should have given her a chance to talk especially when her mom died he should have been there for her and maybe things would get clear but he fucked up big time there because he had Katlyn by his side who kept feeding him wrong information about y/n like imagine Katlyn crying to Peter about how y/n slept with her dad. That would make someone wary.
The kiss was an end to that pain she felt when he left, now she have closure and she can give all her heart to loki which he deserves the most. He needed assurance that she won't ditch him and she didn't.
Shirtless loki with his pants below his waist is imprinted in my head🥵🥵
Did I say that? 👀👀 We will see 😂
Thank you my queen, I love you too 🤗🤗💚💚❤️💚🖤😘
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(why haven't I seen this in my dash 😩😳😭
He definitely doesn’t feel safe with his pizza here. Not with the sauce.(pls the couch feels more threatened than he is🤣🤣
Now it also made sense why his nose was slightly crooked. Not that it made him look any worse-it actually suits him(😩🤣 Stevie getting into fights and getting a crooked nose😳🤤 I mean the nose is tall so crooked or not doesn't really matter😋😋
“A bit, yeah. After puberty hit me-which only happened like two years ago(🤣 two years ago pls this is classic I love this
Somehow it was just a Steve thing to do.(surrounded by a bunch of yipping puppies? 👀🤤 def a Steve thing to do (😳😶ooohhhhhh maybe like a fire fighter calendar with shirtless Steve and cute puppies😋😋😋😋
you’re there to make my life a bit more worth living, not just work, but sometimes a date, maybe a gala, stuff that I get invited to, just to accompany me.(awwwwwww
He was fucking adorable. “Where do you want my mouth, hm?(😳👀😳 AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OMFG THIS IS HOT
“Fuck mommy, feels so good”, he hadn’t even noticed the name slipping from his lips(sksjjssjkskskjsksksjsks yesssssssssssss😩
his SpongeBob socks(🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
There would be no love involved. No real commitment, which sounded good to him(😭😭😭 pls Stevie don't think like that
Steve, is this a kid’s toothbrush?” “It’s Toy Story!”, (plsssssssssss🤣 (probably buzz Lightyear🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
When he had felt unsure about which door was your room before, he definitely had no idea anymore./For fucks sake, this is a damn labyrinth(lmaooooooo the idea of Steve getting lost in a big mansion, pushing doors only to find it/s not what he's looking for🤣🤣 hilarious
He may or may not have flexed his abs). (Pls I wanna be waked up buried in abs🤣😩
Bucky and Sam were thrilled seeing all the food. Which also meant many questions about Steve’s weekend and sugar mommy ) (🤣🤣🤣 they're going to grill him like a steak to pull the information out of his mouth🤣🤣🤣
This is an amazing chapter with so many feelings and also the funny bits and pieces😩😌❤️ I love that Stevie is using kid's stuff but he's also this big muscular man that has a cute heart🤣 can't wait for the next chapter😌❤️❤️❤️
Chapter 3 - it’s all about the…
…Curiosity.
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A/N: I’m sorry for posting late!:) I wasn’t home on Friday, I was invited to a friends birthday party and in the morning I’ve spontaneously decided to bake a cake so I didn’t had time to post this:)
Pairing: stripper!Steve Rogers x Sugar!Mommy reader
Chapter summary: Steve stays the night.
Warnings: hand job, oral m receiving, subby Steve, needy Steve, mommy kink (only once used), a hit of mommy issues, feeding
18+
Walking into your mansion, you immediately stepped out of your heels, hanging up your coat. “We should watch a movie, eat…talk…whatever you’re in the mood for”, you smiled, not meaning to make it sound like that. “Ups, I meant like..talking and stuff. You’re choosing the movie.”
Steve laughed nervously, nodding anyway and following you to the open living room, sitting down next to you on the white leather couch. A white couch? He definitely doesn’t feel safe with his pizza here. Not with the sauce.
Steve slowly looked a bit around the living room, connected to the kitchen. Next to that broad curved stairs leading upstairs, making him curious what he’d find there. Dark shiny floors, making your heels always click loudly, which for some reason sounded attractive. There were also many plants everywhere, hanging from the walls, filling the shelves and standing at the bottom of the stairs. Everything seemed so pretty. Big open spaces, white couches and loveseats, a pretty glass table in front of the couch you two were sitting on, a gray carpet feeling soft against his feet, a few paintings on your walls. For a moment he thought about whether you'd let him paint something and hang it up in your home. The windows were huge, floor to ceiling and he couldn’t stop imagining what it looked like when the sun was up. Probably bright and cozy. It would be amazing to sit on the soft carpet while the sun would shine on him, maybe sketching or just enjoying the warmth of the sun.
Sighing you put your legs up on the arm rest, carefully leaning against his side. “So, Steven Grant, tell me something about you? What’s your story?”, a quiet chuckle came from the blond man, while he chewed his pizza.
“You know my story. I told you everything yesterday”, at that you snorted. “No, Steve, you told me your financial problems. I want to know something about your person”, you said, eating your now mostly cold fries. You felt Steve putting his arm around your midsection, unintentionally pulling you a bit closer.
It took him a few seconds till he answered. “I was a small kid, but got into trouble a lot-thank god my mom was a nurse, otherwise I might’ve lived in the hospital instead a house”, he chuckled and you could feel him shaking his head. “So you got in fights?” “Yeah, I…I didn’t like bullies. I still don’t like them. I hate to see men harassing women or just people that can’t defend themselves, you know?”
A small smile crept onto your lips, while you leaned your head a bit more against him, feeling his own dropping against your. “I had broken my nose four times at the age of fifteen-or, well before”, you heard the grin in his voice. Now it also made sense why his nose was slightly crooked. Not that it made him look any worse-it actually suits him.
While still eating some of your fries, you felt Steve shift around. “Everything alright?”, you asked, looking back at him. The young man blushed lightly, pointing at his belly. “The shirt feels tighter, now that i'm full”, he grinned sheepishly, making you laugh quietly. You turned around, to face him, before slowly opening his button down. “Just take it off, Stevie. I want you to be comfortable. You’re supposed to feel good here, with me…”, you whispered, finally pulling out the material from his pants and pushing it down from his shoulders.
Just like exprected a blush crept from beneath his shirt to the tips of his ears. “How often do you work out, Steve?”, you asked, caressing his chest, feeling his chest rising. Even though the undershirt you felt his warmth against your palm.
“A bit, yeah. After puberty hit me-which only happened like two years ago-I started working out more, went jogging…and when I needed a job I got into the stripper job, so I started pole dancing and that was kinda…fun. I still like it. I can’t dance with a partner, but dancing on stage and poles is like a fun workout…” Steve looked down at his biceps, flexing it. “I really like sports, going to the gym and just enjoying nature, walking the dogs from the shelter”, while you caressed his biceps, you started smiling.
It didn’t surprise you that Steve took the dogs for walks. Somehow it was just a Steve thing to do. You only know him since yesterday and yet you already could tell he was a good guy, with a huge heart.
Without saying a thing you gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek.
Steve giggled, brushing over the spot you just kissed. “What was that for?”, he smiled bashfully, looking you up and down. Shrugging you leaned back against his side. “No reason, Stevie.”
„Can I ask you something?” “Always, Stevie. Don’t be shy, you can ask whatever and whenever you want.” You wiped your mouth carefully with your napkin, then your hands before throwing the tissue on the table next to the empty box.
Next to you Steve shifted a bit, turning more to you, making you slide against his chest, his hands slowly caressing your arms. “Do you do this often? I mean…looking for someone to take care of? How long will it take till you get bored of me?”
Steve's words made you pull your eyebrows together, while you slowly sat up and turned to him. Your now grease free hand touched his underarm. “Steve, it doesn’t work like that-sure, if we wouldn’t like each other, we’d probably stop it, but I don’t get bored of you. I’m here to help you as long as you need me and you’re…you’re there to make my life a bit more worth living, not just work, but sometimes a date, maybe a gala, stuff that I get invited to, just to accompany me.”
For a moment he thought about your words, looking down at your hand against his skin. “I’m just there to look pretty?” The pink patches made a reappearance on his face and you couldn’t stop yourself from grinning. “Something like that…I know it sounds silly, but when you’re associated with people like the ones I know they…treat you with more respect when you're not alone. Especially as a woman. You may be young, but a very attractive man, it’ll help my image to have you around”, you said truthfully, watching the gears in Steve’s head work, before he slowly nodded.
“So the…the relationship we have…I can ask for whatever I want and you’d buy it?”, he seemed unsure about this conversation, so you wanted to make feel saver, by gently taking his hand. “Yeah, money isn’t a problem here, I’m here to buy you stuff”, you smiled at him, watching as his cheeks blushed deeply, while he slowly averted his gaze.
“What about…sexual…stuff?” Oh, he was still nervous about that. Head shaking you squeezed his hand. “We don’t need to do anything, I promise. If you don’t want to-“ “but I do-I-I wanted to know if…if I can ask for something or if it’s only the other way around, if it’s just…when you want something”, he mumbled now fully nervous, his palm feeling sweaty in your hand.
You slowly raised your eyebrows, scooching a bit closer to Steve. “It’s both ways, not only my needs, but also yours if you want to”, he nodded at that (maybe even a bit eager now). A smirk crept onto your lips. “Is there something you want to ask me?”
He bit his bottom lip, looking down at your intertwined hands, slowly letting go of your hand and pushing it down onto his crotch, his hard cock already bulging against his jeans. Oh.
“Could you…touch me…? Please?”, he asked quietly.
Double oh.
Grinning you started to rub your hand over his pants, making him moan quietly, pushing against your palm back. „Tell me what you’ve done before-you said you’re a virgin but have you any experience?“ Your hand never stops rubbing his cock through the pants. Breathing heavily Steve looked up at you from under his eyelashes. Did he have any idea how pretty he looked when he looked at you like that?
It took him a few seconds till he finally found his voice again. „I had a few quick handjobs-just some stuff in highschool or while-while being at a party-disappearing into a friend's bedroom for a few minutes“, he laughed quietly, being interrupted by his own moan when you pressed a bit harder against the leaking head. „-and once a- a girl sucked my dick but-fuck don’t stop please-„ When he stopped talking you squeezed his cock painfully-but instead of whimpering or telling you to stop, he moaned and pushed into your hand.
You felt yourself get wetter at that.
Slowly you loosened your grip, but still stroked him. “But what, baby?” You asked curiously. He opened his eyes again, seemly confused before remembering what he had been talking about. “It was bad-she told me it was her first time doing that after and-and I had a hard time finishing-she scratched with her teeth and squeezed my balls too much-not in a nice way-“, he mumbled, his leg twitching when you rubbed over his head. At this point you noticed a little wet spot appearing right where his top was.
A smirk crept onto your lips listening to him talking about his not so positive or many experiences with sexual pleasure. You’d definitely change that. If he lets you.
“Can I open your pants, sweetheart?”, you whispered, playing with his zipper, already seeing him nod. “Yes-yes, pants and underwear”, he mumbled, his head falling against your shoulder, face buried against your soft skin.
Pushing down his pants, he helped you to do so by lifting his hips slightly. His hard cock slapping against his stomach, leaving a wet spot of pre cum on his undershirt. “Such a nice cock”, you whispered in his ear, slowly wrapping your fingers around his thick shaft. He felt unbelievably thick in your palm, warm and hard. God, you hoped he’d want to fuck you, because…yeah, you really, really wanted to feel him stretch you out.
Steve’s soft lips against your throat made you sigh gently. “My pretty boy, so lovely”, you whispered, your thumb rubbing over his leaking slit, feeling more pre cum leaking into your palm, making the movements smoother, wetter. “I’ll make you feel good, I promise..”
You pushed his shirt up with your other hand, rolling it underneath his armpits, his pecks on display, for you to gently lick over the perky nipples. “You’ve no idea how I love your pecs, sweetheart. Your pretty tits…couldn’t stop looking at them yesterday”, your grip around his cock tightened slightly, while pumping him a bit faster, his hips thrusting up into your palm.
He moaned a bit louder when you nibbled at his nipple, his hands brushing through your hair and pushing you slowly down. “Please…use your mouth…want to-want to come in your mouth-“
“Sure, babyboy”, you whispered before kneeling on the couch, one of your hands brushing over his thigh up to his cock, starting to stroke him once again, a bit quicker this time. “Ask me nicely.” This time you finally got a quiet whine out of his rosy bitten lips.
“Please use your mouth, please”, his whining made your pussy throb. He was fucking adorable.
“Where do you want my mouth, hm?”
Your thumb circled his slit, feeling more pre cum wet your hand making your slow strokes even smoother, a squelching sound following. Steve’s face turned a soft rosy color, while he looked at you with a pour on his lips when you indirectly asked him to beg.
But he will fucking beg if that’s what its take.
He didn’t hide the desperation in his eyes.
He needed it.
He needed to feel you.
Your mouth.
“Please-please use your mouth on-…on my cock. Please suck me off”, he moaned, tears welling up in his eyes, while he threw his head back when you started rubbing his cockhead a bit faster, before you started stroking his length again. “Sure Baby, all you needed to do was ask'', he definitely heard the smirk in your voice. When you finally leaned down, your ass was up your mouth close to his dick.
Steve gasped when he felt your tongue lick away the precum, tasting him and moaning against his cock, slowly licking over his length, making sure to make it messy with salvia and his own natural lubricant, till the squelching sound was filthy and loud.
You always liked it a bit messier.
As soon as he felt your lips wrap around his head, he thrusted up, feeling your hot wet and soft mouth making him lose his mind already. “Oh my-oh god”, he moaned, his head falling into his neck when he felt your tongue circling his slit. His taste hitting your tongue, you moaned around him, the feeling of your mouth vibrating around his head making him gasp.
You suckled at his leaking head, before slowly taking him deeper till he was stretching your throat. As a woman of a certain age, you’d learnt a few things over the years. You definitely had more experience than the girl that had sucked him off some time ago.
He felt his balls tighten, being full with cum that he was close to finally shooting into your mouth. Then your free hand found its way to his chest, circling his nipples and pinching. “Fuck, I’m-���, you could feel his dick twitch in your mouth, the pre cum and spit already leaking around your mouth, making it all sloppy.
His grip on your hair tightened and you felt him spill his seed in your mouth, some of it you swallowed, before pulling away and letting some of the spurts hit your face, neck and his own stomach. “Fuck mommy, feels so good”, he hadn’t even noticed the name slipping from his lips, while he fucked into your palm. You could hear the desperation in his voice and the desire flashing in his eyes, when he looked at you for a brief second. You stroked his shaft and massaged his balls till he was finished, wanting to get everything out of him, what had already been a lot.
Panting, he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze immediately finding you, watching as you liked away the rest of his cum from your fingers, some of it still on your cheek and neck, dripping onto your pearls. Fuck, his dick twitched again seein his cum mark your face and the ridiculously expensive necklace. He got to do that. Not anyone else. Only him.
Your lipstick and makeup was slightly smudged.
Moaning to himself Steve dropped his head once again against the headrest of the couch. “Fucking hell, I always thought sex gets boring after thirty”, he mumbled, both of you blush at the mention of your age gap. “Sex and any kind of intimacy is fun as long as you want it to be fun”, you whispered, grabbing his button down from the couch and firstly wiping away the cum from your face, before wiping his stomach.
“Let’s go shower, there’s a bathroom attached to my bedroom and another one on the end of the corridor, last door left and one upstairs…I’m pretty sure it’s the fourth door” You threw the shirt aside, kissing Steve’s cheek gently. “I hope it’s okay, I asked Clint to get you some clothes for you to sleep in and wear tomorrow-I…I hoped you’d stay here tonight”, you smiled, while steve pulled his boxershorts up, but the pants already falling to his ankles.
“I’m glad, what did he-or you?-get?”, he asked curiously, taking off the undershirt too, leaving him only in his boxershorts and…his SpongeBob socks. “I don’t know what he got, but Steve-please, the next Time you take off your clothes, start with your ridiculous socks”, you teased him, swatting his butt gently while standing up and wrapping your arms around his waist.
His cheeks became rosy, while he looked down to his socks, wiggling his toes. “Oh, right…I should’ve started with them-I’ll stop wearing patterned socks-“ “-don’t, I don’t want you to change that”, you kissed his cheek again, taking his hands and pulling him through the corridor. “It’s cute. Just like you.”
“You haven’t chosen a room yet, so we should do that-here’s my bedroom-“ You pointed at the open door to your bedroom. “And my office is the door to the right. You can choose whatever room you want-oh there’s also upstairs if you want to go there, there are more rooms if you won’t like these”, Steve seemed a bit overwhelmed looking through all the rooms. Comfortable looking blankets, soft pillows and expensive wardrobes, the carpets looking even more expensive than anything he had ever brought himself. But they all didn’t look homey, no pictures or any personal touches. There was even some thick dust coating most of the surfaces, like if you hadn’t been there in months.
He didn’t like the rooms-until the last one. Thankfully still on the bottom floor. He felt like he could get lost if he had to go upstairs.
“Oh, the windows are huge”, he whispered, walking into the room, looking out of the floor to ceiling windows. It was already dark outside, you could see the beautiful colorful lights of the city. “It’s always very bright here, the sun falls perfectly through the windows…”, you said, stepping closer to him, your hand slowly sliding over his back before wrapping around his waist.
It was so nice to finally feel someone’s warmth, a body against your own. Especially one like that. Sighing you leaned your head between his shoulder blades.
“Can I have this room?”, he asked quietly, his hand stroking over your arms that were wrapped around him. You couldn’t see the soft smile he wore, his gaze glued to the world outside. “Sure, even if you’d change your mind, it’s no problem if you want to choose another one”, you whispered against his skin.
When he felt you loosening your grip, Steve pulled your arms a bit tighter around his body, making you hug him longer. He felt comfortable with you, which he hadn’t in a long time-especially since last year. For some reason he liked the idea of that kind of relationship with you. It wasn’t about feelings. Just about needs. Nothing more.
He definitely needed money. And if you needed someone to spend time with you, he could do that. Why not? He’d be over at your place for the weekends and on other days he’d just stay at his place-which you said you’d pay for, too.
There would be no love involved. No real commitment, which sounded good to him. Steve struggled with relationships-that’s also why he never really had any and why he’s still so inexperienced. Since he had been in highschool-or even sooner, since he knew what sex was-he promised he’d have his first time with a person he loved. That never happened. But he still didn't want to lose his virginity to some random person-at least a close friend. Maybe, hopefully, he’d still find his love at some point.
For now he’s just enjoying living with the agreement of being your sugar baby.
Living in your home was already breathtaking-alone this room was unbelievable. It was probably as big as the small apartment he had shared with his mom years ago. He never had such a big room before-he had no room at all when he was younger and now in the apartment he shared with his two friends? His room was still way smaller than this.
It made him…speechless.
Maybe a bit emotional, too.
Yesterday he was a stripper and now he….was here. With you. A woman nearly twice his age, over a decade older than him. If someone would’ve told him a week ago he’d be here he’d laugh.
“Are you okay, Stevie?”, you whispered quietly against his back, softly kissing his skin. It wasn’t hard to notice Steve was lost in thought. The sigh that escaped Steve’s lips made you furrow your eyebrows. To make him feel a bit comfortable you started gently rubbing his arms, leaving a few last kisses at his spine, noticing a faint long scar there.
Steve took your hand in his, kissing your knuckles. “I just…it’s all so different. I can’t believe I’ll be sleeping here in this huge bed-wake up in a mansion-with these huge windows and an amazing view…I guess I’m a bit…overwhelmed.” He turned around, looking down at you before wordlessly hugging you for a short moment. You couldn’t really hug him back, because he was already stepping away from you, avoiding looking into your eyes.
“Abou the clothes…are there maybe some sweats? I’d like to sleep in-“ “yeah, sure. I’ll be back in a minute”, you smiled, slightly confused on why he became somewhat closed off suddenly. Of course you should be imagining too much into it, especially since Steve wasn’t your boyfriend-or friend, for that matter-but somehow you still felt a little sting in your chest. The many hours you had spent together were amazing, the date in its own way perfect, you’ve talked and shared a lot, some little memories here and there…
It didn’t make sense why he’d push you away now. Of course, you two weren’t supposed to fall in love, but you could still be friends? Maybe Steve still felt uncomfortable about the age gap? Maybe there was a different reason? Or maybe…maybe he was just overwhelmed with the change. You had to remind yourself how you had felt the first time your life changed drastically. It could be a lot sometimes.
“Clint got you these”, you put two begs on his bed and Steve could already see the Calvin Klein logo on the front, making his breath hitch. “I hope he got the right size. Wouldn’t want you to have to walk naked around…not that I’d mind it”, you joked a bit too lighted Steve’s mood again. He did smile a bit, but it didn’t reach his eyes. The sparkle from before was gone.
Sighing you sat down on the bed next to him, watching as his hand slowly brushed the silk cover, your own hand gently covering his. “If you wanna go home I can drive you, you know? You don’t have to stay.” Steve seemed to consider this for a moment, before slowly shaking his head. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m this moody…it’s just…a lot. In a good way, of course, but…it made me think of….just everything. I think I should go to bed and just sleep it off”, not wanting to talk about his feelings more he withdrew his hand grabbing the bags instead and pulling out gray Calvin Klein sweatpants. After thanking you and giving you a kiss on the cheek you wished him a good night and left his room so he could go to bed.
But before you even left the door he called out your name again.”where do you keep the towels? I’d like to go shower""Right, I forgot. Just in the cabinet in the bathroom, you’ll find some-the blue ones are the softest, if you ask me”, a little grin appeared on your lips. “And a toothbrush should be somewhere in the bag, I told Clint to buy one for you, because otherwise he wouldn’t have thought of that”, with that Steve started looking through the bags, finally finding a toothbrush-and from where you were standing you could make out some colorful patterns on it.
“Steve, is this a kid’s toothbrush?” “It’s Toy Story!”, he grinned at the toothbrush, before looking back up at you, making you laugh quietly. All it takes to make Steve happy are patterned and themed things?
“Clint either bought it for his kid and accidentally threw this one in your bag, taking the one for adults or he did it on purpose”, you definitely believed the second scenario rather than the first one. And Steve thought so too. Clint definitely seemed like a guy who’d still use kids toothbrushes because they’re more fun.
You watched as Steve took some other clothes out of the bad, admired them for a moment and put them back in. You had to bite your tongue not to tell him to just put them in the wardrobe. Technically the room was from now on his, he could use the space…the closets and everything else.
“Good night Stevie. You know where to find me”, you smiled, before closing the door behind you, going straight to your room where you went to take a shower yourself. After your bedtime routine your head finally hit the soft pillows, immediately pulling you into the land of dreams and relaxation, surrounded by the soft feeling of silk against your naked skin.
While you were already deeply asleep Steve was still in the shower enjoying the hot water. It was nice to have steaming water, not having to think of your roommates and just being able to stand in the stream for a moment. Normally he’d try to wash up as quickly as possible, the water only lukewarm. He liked the idea of living like that.
After his shower and bedtime routine Steve laid down in his new bed, a quiet moan escaping his mouth when his body sank into the comfy mattress. When heaven existed it felt like this. From now on he'd spend as many nights in this bed as possible. No springs that were poking him in his sensitive back, no scratchy sheets, the pillow fluffy and soft like a warm cloud.
He may have fallen in love with this bed.
Smiling, he closed his eyes for a moment, sighing.
Before he could fall asleep he texted Bucky where he was and how the date with you went. Bucky's answer came quickly, a thumbs up and a grinning smile and something about being jealous of the huge bed Steve had sent a picture of.
Just like you had told him the sun brightened his room in the morning, the warmth on his cheeks waking him up. As soon as he woke up he felt unbelievably rested and comfortable. He’d love to just lay in bed all day, but in the evening before he had made up his mind about making you breakfast-which he hoped he wouldn’t mess up.
After putting on some of the clothes Clint had bought for him he left the room, closing the door behind him. His phone was in his sweatpants pocket, waiting for a message from Bucky what he should cook for you to eat.
Steve walked (what he assumed) in the right direction, but when he finally came to the end of the corridor he realized he entered the shared living room from a completely different direction that you two had walked in the previous night. Your corridor leads through the whole house?
When he had felt unsure about which door was your room before, he definitely had no idea anymore. “Fuck”, he mumbled turning around, looking back into the corridor he had walked out from. Maybe he’s just imagining it? It could’ve been this corridor and he’s just imagining something. He should’ve paid more attention to the house when you first showed him, not your ass.
After finding your fridge (which was harder than he expected, hidden as one of the many cabinets there) he found all the ingredients for pancakes.
Pancakes he could do.
Even Bucky thinks his pancakes taste pretty good. Which is a compliment, considering Bucky is the better cook. Also considering Steve managed to burn a damn toast two days ago.
After finding the plates and mugs he put the pancakes on these, before trying to find out how the coffee machine works (he had to Google it and damn did the price surprise him.)
He even found a tray to make it easier to carry the plates and mugs.
Smiling brightly he grabbed the tray and walked to the first door he assumed was your room. Knocking he waited for your greeting, hum or anything, but nothing came. Maybe you were still asleep, so he decided to open the door quietly. “Good mo-oh”, it’s an empty room he had seen yesterday.
Sighing he closed the door again, repeating everything at the next door. “Are you fucking kidding me?”, he grumbled, noticing this was, in fact, also not your room.
It took him four more tries till he finally found your bedroom. “For fucks sake, this is a damn labyrinth.” Noticing you were still asleep he couldn’t stop himself from looking at you for a moment. Admiring your natural beauty, because you had taken off your makeup to sleep. You were lying on your side, blanket pulled up to your face, Right beneath your chin.
It…looked cute. You looked cute.
He put down the tray on your nightstand, looking down at himself for a moment, before quickly taking off his hoodie and throwing it aside. After taking the tray he gently shook your shoulder straightening quickly. (He may or may not have flexed his abs). “Good morning-breakfast in bed!”, he greeted you cheerfully.
You immediately opened your eyes, a tired smile creeping on your face while you slowly looked up at you—the smile now wider.
Then you slowly sat up, your eyes widening, pulling the blanket even higher. “Steve that’s sweet, thank you but-I’m naked”, you felt blush creeping onto your cheeks, the same happening to Steve.
“Oh I-fuck-I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-“, he immediately started apologising looking everywhere but you, the nervousness and shakiness of his voice couldn’t be more obvious. It’s sweet how nervous he was about your nakedness even though you had sucked his dick a few hours ago.
Laughing you pulled the blanket even higher to your chin. “Steve it’s fine-wait no, don’t go. Please just give me something to wear, you’ll find some shirts in my wardrobe-is that your hoodie? Why aren’t you wearing it?”, you asked when Steve picked up the navy blue material from the floor, holding it out to you. The red patches returned to his cheeks, even darker this time.
Your gaze fell to his bare chest, then to the breakfast tray and back to the hoodie. “Oh Steve!” The laugh that escaped your throat was soft and cheerful. “You’re so sweet. That’s the best breakfast I’ve ever gotten. Especially those abs, baby. Now give me the hoodie and sit with me”, you said, grabbing the hoodie, not noticing the blanket slipping down, showing a bit of your breasts-but Steve did notice. You also miss the way his cheeks tinge pink.
Steve saw your breasts.
And fuck.
He’d love to get his mouth on them.
His dick definitely twitched at the thought and he thanked god you were currently busy with dressing yourself, otherwise he’s sure you’d have noticed it. Especially since he’s not wearing any boxershorts underneath his sweatpants.
You patted the spot next to you, mentioning Steve to sit with you, already pulling the blanket up for him to slide underneath. He hesitated for a moment, before carefully sitting down next to you , not sure if he’s supposed to put his arm around you or touch you in any way.
“Could you pass me the tray?” Steve nodded, doing as you asked and watching you for a moment cutting into the pancake-to his surprise you lifted the piece to his mouth instead of your own. The usual blush crept over his chest to the very tips of his ears, making him look adorable. “Come on, Stevie, don’t be shy. Open up”, you whispered.
For some reason he shivered, his whole body immediately covered by goosebumps. “S-sure”, he cleared his throat before taking the bite, quietly chewing, while you took a bite for yourself.
A few minutes later Steve’s head was already leaning against your shoulder, enjoying being fed by you. It was really nice. Made him feel funny in his chest. In a comfortable and pleasant way. He felt completely relaxed, a bit mushy even.
“Okay, come on, I have to visit a friend today, so I’ll drive you home-maybe we could buy some groceries on our way, too, if you need anything?”
An hour later Steve was entering his apartment with two huge bags filled with groceries for-well, he didn’t want to look while you paid, still feeling a bit overwhelmed, maybe even a bit guilty, but definitely a lot. Fresh vegetables and fruits, some things he couldn’t even pronounce and a few snacks. Probably more than he actually needed, but it wouldn’t go to waste, not with him living with two roommates. (Both, Bucky and Sam were thrilled seeing all the food. Which also meant many questions about Steve’s weekend and sugar mommy )
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Hi Em!~
You're very welcome, plus you deserve my thanks sooo much and I'm so happy to hear that I'm welcome! Thank you so much~
I'm here to drop a little thirst again because its been raining so hard these past few days and got me thinking~
*thirst starts here
I imagine a very lazy day, seeing as it's raining heavily, in addition to that it is quite cold so it's the perfect weather to cuddle.
This man is the definition of a big spoon and you fit perfectly into his arms, he would hug and pull you closer to his chest, cuddling with you, nuzzling his nose onto your neck, his stubble around his chin slighly tickling your skin, just a soft relaxing cuddle which will soon turn into a rough f/cking session because you wouldn't stop whining about how cold it is therefore he would just have to find a way to warm you up and shut you up.
*thirst ends
I'm so excited for the part 3! ❤ It's your piece and you're doing great with how you are doing right now so you don't need to worry about our expectations!~ I'm sure I will love it as much as I love the first two and as always, I do love the way you write!~
sending you my love ( ^◡^)っ ♡
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My sweet Cloudy anon I love you 😭❤ and your big brain because snuggly big spoon Enji is my LIFE BLOOD! I want to sprawl on him like a cat cause he's so big and warm 😩 the thought of him giving me kisses and fucking me into the mattress until I can't feel my legs is just so 🤤🥵 I love thirsting for this mountain of a man 😍
(Also question for you. Did you enjoy part 1 or 2 more? Both were super fun to write but had different elements and characters lol if you want to answer 😋)
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