#and figuring out just how many buttons he wanted to leave undone

[thepastneverforgets]

idk whats happening in those stills, but a fitting button up with the collar unbuttoned and the chest hair peeking out from his tank top? tommys a ho who specifically wanted to look good for his man

[teamatsumu]

Please, PLEASE do a Time skip Kuroo x reader where he's like obsessed with chubby girls. And like you're kinda insecure, but he fixes that up by ramming into you? No worries if you can't, but I would owe you my life if you did. Thank youuuu 😚

proof. (kuroo tetsurou x fem!reader)

word count: 1467

warnings: chubby!reader, smut, nsfw, swearing, office sex

taglist: @keiva1000

There wasn’t a lot about Kuroo’s job that he enjoyed. His boss was overbearing, his team didn’t take him seriously very often, and the pay was almost laughable. But if he had to count the positives, you would be high up on the list.

Plenty of women at Kuroo’s job had sizable crushes on him, he was well aware. And he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy their attention a bit, if the signature smirk on his face was anything to go by. He would wink at them when he came to get coffee from the break room, and they would dissolve into obnoxious giggles. He was still just a guy after all. And he liked the attention. But you would roll your eyes and make a gagging motion from your place by the table, which would thankfully go unnoticed by them. What would go unnoticed by you were Kuroo’s catlike eyes, trained on you as you poured coffee for yourself as well.

Kuroo had a vice. And that was women like you.

He felt like his vision was permanently glued to the curve of your ass, waiting for you eagerly during break times, just to watch you stand up from your chair, giving him a full view of your backside in your fitted office skirt. He would bite his lip when you walked past, swerving in his chair to follow your figure all the way to the end of the room, humming in satisfaction as your hips swayed. He wanted to grope you so bad, but that would be crossing a boundary that would most certainly get him fired. Unless you were into it….?

His ruminations would halt abruptly when you would reappear in his line of sight, his eyes fixed to your thighs this time. God, sinful sinful thighs. Thick and full, begging to be gripped until they bruised. Kuroo wanted to spread them apart and shove his face between them, wanting to breathe you in and bury his tongue inside you. He bet you tasted so sweet, and he bet you would let out the prettiest little moans as your thighs crushed his head, trembling and shaking.

Man. He was getting hard again.

He often wondered what it would be like to fuck you. To feel your warm, soft figure against his. To grip every bit of fat on your body as it squished pliant under his touch. He had no idea how quickly his dream would come true, that very Friday actually, after the sun had gone down and everyone had left, leaving you two to finish up a project that was due Monday.

Your whines and moans were ten times better than whatever fantasies lived in his head. Your face burned red, eyes so hesitant, darting around everywhere in fear of being caught, yet your hand was tangled in his hair, encouraging how he lapped at your neck, breathing in your wonderful flowery scent. Kuroo pressed his throbbing erection into your plush thigh, groaning at how good you felt. His hands hadn’t stopped wandering, feeling every bit of you like you were going to disappear, like he was going to wake up and realize this was another wet dream about you to add to the ones he had been having for months. How many times had he dreamt of this? Having you perched on his desk with him standing between your parted legs?

“Tetsu…” Fuck. Yeah, there was no way this was a dream.

Kuroo hooked a hand under your knee, pulling it up and apart, which made you let out a cute little moan. He felt you stiffen up against him, making him pause just enough to look up at you. Your face was flushed, some strands from your normally immaculate hair now pulled loose to stick to your heated, sweaty face. You looked so messy, your well-pressed white button-up now disheveled, almost all the way undone to make your boobs spill out, covered in pretty white lace. You were a vision, and Kuroo struggled to not bust right there on the spot.

Your eyes were tinged with worry, hesitancy, and it made Kuroo pause. He leaned closer, nudging his nose with yours slightly to get your attention and snap you out of your thoughts. You seemed caught off guard at the gesture, blinking up at him in surprise.

“What’s goin’ on in that pretty little head, sweets?”

You bit your lip in contemplation, and Kuroo’s eyes immediately shot down to the movement. Your teeth dug into the pink cushion of your lip, and Kuroo licked his own subconsciously. You didn’t seem to notice.

“Are- are you sure about this?” Your voice was quiet, as if you were fearful. Kuroo raised an eyebrow.

“Are you not?”

You paused and frowned at him. “Don’t answer my question with a question!”

Kuroo stared at you for a few more seconds, long enough to make you squirm under his sharp gaze. He could see now that his mind was clearer, that your hesitation was originating from your insecurity. The thought baffled him, considering he was so, so attracted to you that it made him dizzy. But he could also see where you were coming from. The notion of you doubting yourself annoyed him. It just wouldn’t do. It seemed he would have to show you just how much he wanted this.

Kuroo tugged at the leg he was still holding, pulling you close to the edge of the desk abruptly and causing you to yelp. You immediately dissolved into a moan when he ran his tongue up your neck in a thick stripe, using one hand to free his cock from his pants. It was thick and throbbing, but Kuroo ignored it in favor of pushing a hand under your skirt, bunching it up around your full hips and running his knuckles over the rough lace of your panties. You gasped at the feeling and Kuroo felt his mouth twitch into a smirk, nibbling at your earlobe.

Your pussy was hot under his touch, and so so wet. Kuroo bit back a groan when he pushed the crotch of your panties aside, swiftly sliding a finger knuckle deep into you. You moaned loudly and arched into him at the action. You were tight as fuck, and Kuroo reeled at the thought of how you would feel wrapped so snug around his cock. It hit him like a freight train, sending all his blood rushing down south and breaking his patience. He hurriedly pulled his finger out, leaning forward to plant his lips on yours to muffle your protesting whine. He kept his mouth firmly against yours as he spread your legs more with both hands, one reaching down to grip his cock before steadily bullying it into your hot cunt.

He didn’t stop until his hips pressed flush against yours, eyes rolling up in his head at the feeling of your warm, pulsating core. You felt divine, like nothing he could ever imagine or replicate with his own hand as he masturbated to you in the shower. No, this was a hundred times better. And when he pulled back only to slam his cock into you once more, feeling your soft body arch into his torso, Kuroo was sure he had died and gone to heaven. And he was planning to prolong his stay in this heaven for as long as he could.

He set a fast, rough pace, unable to hold back and chasing the feeling of your tight walls dragging over his dick over and over. You whimpered and cried in his arms as he gripped your love handles, reveling in the feeling of them, nearly cooing when you curled your body into him, as if molding yourself to his frame. He encouraged it, not wanting even an iota of space between the two of you.

“You see?” He moaned into your mouth. “See how bad I wanted this? God, your cunt is so amazing, sweets. Love the way you squeeze around me. So wet and tight. You’re so sexy-”

Kuroo was cut off by your whine, your hands fisting into his shirt to pull him impossibly closer. Encouraged by your actions, Kuroo sped up, ramming into you hot and fast, big hands covering your even bigger thighs until you were sweet and pliant under him, until your pussy clenched hard around him and you came without warning, wetness coating his pelvis and wetting his clothes as well. Kuroo groaned at the feeling, at how slick the sounds got as he continued fucking into you with no signs of stopping, even as you slumped against him, breathless.

He wasn’t done with you. Oh, he hadn’t even properly started yet.

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober (2024) Day 12 - Facefucking

Kink: Facefucking

Pairing: GN!Reader x Incubus

Other Kinks: Sex Toys, Blow Jobs

Word Count: 1525 words

Kinktober Masterlist

“How many-” Your voice falters as you suck in a deep breath, more focus needed than normal to form a proper sentence, “-s-settings does this thing have?”

“13.” Elijah says, still perched on his loveseat. He snacks on a bowl of figs and nibs of dark chocolate, slow and luxurious, like a despotic emperor forcing men to fight for his amusement. “You’re only on level 3 darling, so desperate for more already?”

“Ahh-I didn’t say that.” You pant, hip flexors beginning to burn as you hold your legs wide open for the thrusting dildo. Mixtures of sweat and lube splatter all cross your inner thighs, spread out on the fucking machine currently wrenching you open. “J-just…curious.”

“Hmm, I bet you are.” Elijah’s molten gold eyes soak in every inch, forked tongue flickering to wet his lips as he takes another sumptuous bite of a fig. His nostrils flair with every moan, every twitch of your hips as the contraption moves in and out, in and out. “Don’t love it too much, darling, I can be quite a jealous demon.”

You roll your eyes, considering this was his idea in the first place. Brush the dust off an old sex machine he hadn’t needed in ages, the typical limitless stamina of his species meaning it was often useless. But after making you come undone in all the other kinds of ways, he figured a few toys wouldn’t hurt to spice things up.

“Fu-uck.” You sigh, bringing a palm up your neck and feeling yourself. Elijah’s gaze is hot and heavy, not missing a moment of his favorite meal. It’s a real boost for your ego, knowing he’s enjoying this in more ways than one; Taste, sight, sounds, it’s all for him to consume. So you like to put on a show for your boyfriend, swivel your hips and project your dirty noises. 

But your boyfriend is also a little shit, so of course he decides to click the remote and switch you to level four. 

“Oh shit!” You nearly keel over, the jump between three and four exponential as the machinery begins to creak with its exertion. Your eyes roll back, the burning fire becoming all consuming. “Ooooh, Elijah!” You scream out his name as you cum, trembling as the machine leaves no mercy, pistoning into you through your orgasm. It makes your toes curl, has your mind turning to slush.

Elijah is quick to catch you once you collapse off the toy, the fuck machine still whirring as you fall into your boyfriends waiting arms. He moves like a panther, lounging one moment and pouncing the next. He takes a deep whiff into the crook of your neck, shuddering as he tastes the wafting pheromones.

“Absolutely delicious.” Elijah sighs, smacking his lips as he rubs your lower back. The dildo on the machine hadn’t been huge, but its mechanical force had been enough to leave you sore, even as the high of climaxing faded.

“Thanks.” You slur into his shoulder, your faculties slowly returning as Elijah lies you on his stomach, lounging back in his loveseat. A pitcher of ice cold water tips into your mouth, most dribbling down your chin, but refreshing nonetheless. “How many stars?”

“3, Michelin of course.”

You give him a lazy thumbs up, nuzzling your face into his bare chest. He’s warm, as always, the kind that draws you in and begs for you to touch.

Elijah is sweet, playing with your hair and feeding you figs, but the unmistakable bulge still in his pants has you sitting up, forcing your tired body to move.

“Want to make you feel good.” You mutter, eyes still hazy from the afterglow, though no less wanton.

“Dearie, you know you don’t have to do that.” Elijah’s claws scratch the bottom of your jaw, a shuddering feeling that has you shiver. “You’re human, your body has limits.”

“Ah yes, but I have more than one hole, don’t I?”

You press a kiss into abdomen, then onto his stomach, below his belly button, his v line and then to his deliciously tight shorts. You pick up length of his clothed bulge, Elijah’s tail flicking behind you.

“I can smell your tiredness, my dear.” Elijah says, as if you can’t feel his cock twitching against your lips.

“Then use me. Use me like a toy.” You moan, your own engine revving at the idea. “Use my mouth like that machine used me.”

You slide off the suede loveseat, falling into the plush shag carpet and opening your mouth wide. Elijah brushes the back of his knuckles against your cheek, still slightly disapproving.

“Please, baby.” You pant like a dog, pursing your lips for extra effect. 

Elijah sighs, gripping your jaw like you're made of porcelain.

“I have shacked up with quite a salacious human, haven't I?”

You nod, eyes sparkling with mischief. Elijah chuckles.

“Alright, but I thought I was to be the ravenous sex demon in this relationship.”

Elijah stands up, moving his hand to the back of your head as fishes out his cock. It's already dripping with pre, the buzzing aphrodisiac that you’ve become addicted to over the course of your relationship. You wiggle your butt, too excited to keep still.

“You look so cute on your knees.” Elijah lines his cock up with your mouth, your lips falling apart as wide as you can make them. The wet head rubs against the flat of your bared tongue, Elijah's claws digging into your scalp. “My little human toy. All for me; to fuck, to eat.”

Elijah’s cock is as hot as the rest of him, practically searing your mouth as it slides in. The perfect thickness and the perfect length, that buzzing precum softening your throat as he fully seats himself inside. He tastes like honey and salted caramel, making you desperate to keep him inside. 

“Let's see if you’re as durable as my machine, eh?”

Elijah smirks, his sharp fangs glistening in a curled smile when he pulls his cock out and shoves it back again. He sets a brutal pace, heavy balls sleeping against your chin as drools spits from his harried thrusts. He keeps his eyes down and on you, watches his precious toy take his cock over and over.

From below he looks especially devilish; His pupils slitted, his horns extra tall and overbearing, his mouth snarled as he fucks your mouth like it’s a piece of plastic. He pounds the back of your throat with each hit, your cheeks bulging with his girth. You try your best to move your tongue, play with his shaft, but he’s so big that there’s hardly any space in your mouth to do so. So you just enjoy the ride, watching his curled up face expressions while he chases his own pleasure.

“Doing so well, darling.” Elijah pats your cheek. “I’m so lucky to have found someone like you. Just as much of a degenerate as me.” Elijah swivels his hips on the word degenerate, watching his cock move around from behind your cheeks. He smirks, then resumes his thrusting. 

You wink, sucking in another breath and sealing your lips around his cock. Elijah’s eyes go wide and he bites down on his bottom lip, drops of black unholy blood beading to the surface.

“Fuck, you’re too good to me.”

Elijah’s stamina is always impressive, but it seems his full belly and your performance from earlier have him off his usual game, his cock already beginning to twitch in your mouth. His pants with every thrust now, the girl on the back of your head furling as he twists.

“Gonna drink my cum, darling?”

You nod to the best of your ability. Elijah laughs.

“That’s what I thought. Always so hungry for my cum down your throat. So dirty.”

Elijah’s features grow more wild as he grows closer to coming, his beastial nature popping out when he chases his own orgasm. He’s always been comfortable embracing his demonic side around you, your trust and closeness leaving little need for a facade meant for luring, but this is something that only comes out during his most primal. At the pinnacle of his nature.

“Here it comes!” Elijah punctuates each word with another thrust, ending with his cock at the edge of your throat. It’s quickly coated with sweet tasting semen, filling up your mouth easily and dripping down your jaw. Elijah catches his breath as he rides out the rest, petting the sore spot where he gripped the base of your skull.

“So good. So good.”

Elijah unsheathes with a pop out of your mouth, falling back onto the loveseat with a thump. You don’t even have time to wipe your face before he scoops you back up into his arms, lying the two of you and grabbing the pitcher of water once more.

The haze of sex lingers in the air, your sweaty bodies sticking together as you both suckle at the water pitcher, not caring how wet you get.

Elijah’s tail wraps around your ankle, arms pressing your waist into his. Interlocked and bellies full, you both fall asleep, perfectly content.

[nhlclover]

UH OH | TREVOR ZEGRAS

summary: your situationship is proving difficult to say no to

warnings: drinking, cursing, sexual themes

word count: 1.53k

The floor vibrates beneath your feet as a Kendrick Lamar song blares through the speakers, bringing waves of people to the dance floor. You slip out of the crowd, heading to the bar. Your friends were likely still in the herd of people, however, you hadn’t seen them in almost 20 minutes.

“Hey, can I get a Crown and Coke?” you ask the bartender.

He nods, preparing your drink. A body slides next to you, handing a card to the bartender. “Put her drink on my tab, please.” He says.

You glance over and see a man smiling at you. He has on a white button-up and a pair of black slacks. You let the man pay for your drink, thanking the bartender after he hands you the drink.

“Thank you for buying me a drink.” You smile at the man, taking a sip.

“Of course.” He smiles. His perfectly white teeth peek out from behind his lips. “I’m Matthew.”

He sticks out a hand, which you shake. “I’m y/n.”

“Are you here alone?” He asks.

“Oh no, my friends are here…somewhere. I lost them a bit ago.” You chuckle.

The song changes and another smile tugs on Matthews’ lips. “I love this song.” He tells you.

“I’ve never heard it before.” You say.

“It’s a great dancing song.” His words have an insinuating meaning.

“Then let’s go.” You say. You take his hand, dragging him to the floor. You allow him to place his hands on your waist, moving them to the music. Sweaty bodies surround you making you regret the decision of rejoining the crowd.

And suddenly you can feel his eyes on you. He is across the bar, standing next to his friends who are occupied in a conversation with some girls they met moments ago. You don’t want to look but can’t help but find your gaze being pulled to him.

The top buttons of his black polo shirt are undone, and his gold chain resting against his chest. Even in a nicer nightclub, Trevor is wearing a ball cap, his blonde hair poking out from under it.

You figured he would be here, it was a Friday night after all, but you were hoping he wouldn’t see you and vice versa.

You’re not totally sure how the two of you got into the situation you were in, but it had been going on for a few months. Since you ran in the same circles, you were often at the same outings.

Despite the amount of time you were together, you couldn’t stand him. You hated how cocky he was. He thought he could get whatever he wanted just by flashing his smile. You also hated the way that smile would work like a charm on you. Because no matter how many times you said you hated him and his antics, one flash of a smile and a couple of sweet words, you would find yourself in his arms at the end of the night.

He looked good tonight, the constant California sun he got out west was taking a nice effect on his skin. You also took note of the new addition to his left arm. His tanned skin now donned a tattoo of the Statue of Liberty, an homage to his home state. You imagined tracing his new artwork before letting him pin you down with that arm.

Mental images of you and Trevor between the sheets filled your mind. Your desires are making you want to leave Matthew and pull Trevor in.

However, you lean right back into Matthew when you remember the last time you saw Trevor before tonight. His hands were on a girl's waist, following her out of the bar. The two of you were by no means official and were free to leave the bar with whoever you wanted to. But still, your feelings were driving your actions and you hoped they were pissing him off.

Matthew trails his hands down your hips, gripping down hard. You grind against him hoping this elicits a reaction from Trevor.

You see him straighten his back, his jaw clenching slightly. He downs the rest of his drink and saunters off from his friends without a word. Smirking to only yourself, you let Matthew continue to have his way with you, the music morphing into a Drake song.

However, instead of thinking about the cute guy whose hands were currently trailing your sides, your mind is on Trevor. Recalling the expression on his face when you leaned back into Matthew was sending pangs of guilt to your heart.

You scan the room, not spotting Trevor any longer. You wonder if he’d gone and found himself someone new. That unusual feeling of jealousy and anger rises in your chest as you picture him leaving with a different girl.

You spin in Matthew's arms, quickly glancing over his shoulder in hopes of spotting Trevor but to no avail.

“I’ll be right back.” You say, excusing yourself and walking to the bathroom.

You enter the room, stopping in front of the mirror. Your hair is flatter than it was when you arrived and your lipgloss has been wiped from your lips, now likely on the rim of your glass. You tease up your hair before exiting the washroom.

Right as you step out you’re greeted by a tall blonde nursing a beer. You stop in your tracks, the pair of you simply staring at each other momentarily. The look on his face, instead of being one of jealousy or anger, was amused and somewhat smug. You hated how good he looked when he was arrogant.

“You look good.” Trevor finally says.

“Thank you.” You reply.

You know he means it. Your relationship may be complicated, with Trevor occasionally sleeping with other people. But, at the end of the day, he was obsessed with you. Your every move had him entranced. You kept him hanging on your every word.

“Who’s your friend?” He asks, taking a sip.

“Why do you care?” You shoot back.

Trevor stares then rolls his eyes, chuckling to himself. “God, you are so stubborn.” He chuckles.

“You are such an arrogant asshole.” You snap back. “You walk around thinking you can get whatever you want. You are such a dick.”

“Wow. Tell me how you really feel.” He laughs.

You roll your eyes, turning to walk back to the bar. Trevor catches your wrist, pulling you back in. You hit his chest, stepping back. “I’m sorry.” He says.

He makes it sound so sincere you actually almost believe him. You don’t answer, simply staring back at him.

“Can we just leave now?” Trevor asks.

You scoff, taken aback by his audacious comment. “I’m sorry?”

“Listen, I’m just cutting to the chase. Skipping over all the bullshit we normally do.” Trevor says, taking a sip from the bottle. He steps towards you, his tall frame causing him to look down at you. “We pretend to hate each other and that we’re done doing this, but in actuality all I’m thinking about are your nice new acrylic nails scratching down my back as you scream my name.”

He holds up your still intertwined hands, giving you a look at your fresh manicure. You rip your hand from him, shoving it behind your back. His eyes bear down, waiting for your reaction. It’s hard to deny the connection the pair of you have. Even when you tried to end it, knowing that the relationship you two have was toying with you, he found a way to tempt you back in again.

His gaze causes your skin to heat up, your cheeks uncontrollably flushing pink. He smirks at the physical reaction you have to his words.

“I don’t think we should.” You tell him.

He cocks a brow. “Why not?”

“This isn’t going to end well and I think we both know that.”

“What could possibly go wrong?” Trevor challenges.

You don’t have an answer for him, so you change the subject. “You left with another girl last time.”

He chuckles. “Did it piss you off that I slept with another girl?”

“No, 'cause you can do whatever or whoever you want.” You tell him. “It’s not like we’re together. I didn’t care.”

“Are you sure?” He asks. Trevor takes another step towards you, leaning towards you. He’s backed you against the wall. “Cause angry sex is exactly what I want right now.”

He leans down and connects your lips. Every sane part of you is screaming to push him off, to walk back to Matthew and make the better decision. But you kiss him back. He traces down your hips, finding the dips that seem to be the perfect fit for his hands.

His lips break off, trailing kisses down your jaw and onto your neck. He finds his sweet spot, the one that makes your knees buckle and ungodly words spill from your lips.

Minutes later you’re following him out the front doors and climbing into an Uber, on the way to his place. And just like every other night, your clothes are on his floor, your moans blending together and filling the air.

[harrywavycurly]

Eternal Obsession Part 2: Questions

Masterlist: Here

TW: Mentions of blood and obsessive behavior

Tag List: @dream-a-little-nightmare @josephquinnsfreckles @chickenandsheep-blog @sweetmoonlove0214 @justheretoreadleavemealone @eddiesgirlforever @ali-r3n @joantje @mrsjellymunson @munsons-mayhem28 @manda-panda-monium @cherrymedicine13 @hazydespair

A/N: I hope y’all enjoy this it kinda gives you some answers to how Eddie lives his life and also I’m curious who y’all think the vampire(s) are that hunt still?👀

“What about the sun?” You ask over your shoulder as Eddie follows you down the candy aisle of the mini mart.

“Well let’s see it’s a star,” Eddie states as he watches you toss in a bag of mixed sour candy into the cart. “And not only is it a star it’s the only star in our solar system and it’s also just the biggest object in it.” You roll your eyes as you stop walking so you can turn around and glare at Eddie who is staring at the back of a box of skittles with a slight look of confusion and disgust on his face. “Kinda reminds me of you.” His face turns so he’s looking at you and he raises an eyebrow at your face.

“Excuse me? Skittles remind you of me?” Eddie laughs at your question as he shakes his head causing some of his hair to fall out of the bun he has most of it loosely secured in. Even though it’s only been two days since he met you in the middle of the woods he already knows you well enough that he can tell you’re offended by the idea of a sugary chewy treat making him think of you so he’s quick to reassure you.

“The sun.” He corrects as he reaches to grab a box of chocolate covered peanuts off the shelf. You can’t help but stare at him as he tosses the candy into the cart, he quickly rolls the sleeves of his flannel up allowing you to see a few of his tattoos that he has randomly splattered on his forearms and you momentarily lose your train of thought as your eyes roam up his arms towards his chest that’s practically on full display since he has the top three buttons of his shirt undone. “You’re the only star in my universe…and by far the biggest and most important part of it as well.” His voice snaps you back to reality and Eddie just chuckles and shoots you a playful wink as your cheeks get hot.

“You have to stop saying things like that.” You mumble as you turn away from him trying to hide your embarrassment of getting caught staring at him.

“Does it upset you?” All of a sudden Eddie is right behind you with his hands gently resting on your hips. “If it upsets you then I’ll gladly stop.” He adds before he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck.

“No.” You huff, annoyed at how you can’t lie to him and you begin the think that not even if your life depended on it would you be able to tell him even the smallest of lies. It’s just one of the many effects he has on you and it’s probably the one you hate the most.

“Good..I’d hate to be the reason you’re upset.” You know he’s telling you the truth as his arms wrap around your middle. “Now what is it you want to know about the sun my darling?” He asks as he places a quick kiss to your neck before he stands up straight and turns you in his arms so he can look down at you with a smile.

“Does it hurt you?” You feel silly the moment the words leave your mouth and you try to hide your face in your hands but Eddie is quick to grab them and hold them in his much larger ones.

“It’s slightly uncomfortable if it’s on my bare skin but it doesn’t really hurt but I still choose to be covered up…most of the time.” He answers before he places little kisses to your knuckles. “It can’t kill me if that’s what you’re really wondering? I won’t burst into flames or anything.” You want to laugh at yourself for even assuming the sun would kill him like it does to vampires in the movies but you figure might as well get all the other questions out of the way.

“Do you sleep in the ground or in a coffin?”

“Neither I sleep in a king sized bed..it’s quite comfortable actually I think you’d like it.”

“Garlic?”

“Doesn’t bother me.”

“Interesting.” Eddie laughs as he brings your hands to cup his face, something you’ve come to notice he does when he just wants to feel the warmth of your skin.

“You can ask me…I don’t mind.” He’s staring into your eyes almost as if he’s reading your thoughts as he speaks. You try to look away but you don’t have it in you to break the eye contact because the deep chocolate brown color of Eddie’s eyes is comforting as it makes you feel like it’s just the two of you and the rest of the world has melted away.

“What do you…eat?” Eddie smiles as he turns his head so he can place a kiss to the palm of one of your hands.

“Am I really the first vampire you’ve met?” Eddie doesn’t mean to ignore your question but he is suddenly coming to realize that all the questions you’re asking are ones someone would ask if they’ve never come across someone like him before.

“I’ve met one before just…uh didn’t spend a lot of time with him.” You look down at your feet as the memory of the first vampire you met comes flooding into your mind. Eddie frowns when you drop your hands from his face, he notices your whole mood has shifted and he instantly feels an odd sensation take a hold of him.

“Who was it?” His tone is harsh and it makes you flinch as you take a small step backwards so you can turn and face the cart that’s now half full of candy and other random junk food.

“Steve Harrington.” You whisper his name almost afraid that if you say it too loud he’ll just magically appear. Eddie’s hands instinctively ball up into fists as soon as Steve’s name escapes your lips.

“Did he-”

“He didn’t hurt me Eddie.” You turn to face him and you’re startled as just how upset Eddie is at the mention of Steve. “He was just an asshole that’s all.” You try to reassure him as you reach for one of his hands but he is quick to move out of your reach.

“Just…give me a moment sweetheart.” He raises his hand up so you don’t try to get any closer, you watch his eyes go from pitch black back to their normal warm brown as he rolls his shoulders a few times and tilts his head side to side as if he stretching but you know he’s just trying to get a grip on his temper.

“How long have you been twenty one?” The corners of Eddie’s lips twitch at your question as you take a small step closer to him. He knows what you’re doing and he appreciates the distraction because at the moment all he can think of is finding Steve and ripping his head off for getting to meet you before him.

“Almost forty years.” He answers making you just nod as he opens his arms in preparation for you to close the gap between the two of you. You rest your head on his chest as your arms wrap around his middle in a tight hug.

“So you’re like what? Almost sixty?” He just chuckles as he wraps his arms around your shoulders and rests his chin on the top of your head.

“Something like that.” He mumbles as you rest your cheek on his chest. “You know I’m always going to protect you right? Even if sometimes it’s me who you need protection from.” You just nod in response because there’s only a few things you know for sure about Eddie and one of them is that he will stand between you and anything or anyone he deems dangerous.

“You can say it.” Your voice is soft as Eddie’s hold on you tightens. “I know you like saying it.” You add as you rub little circles with your fingertips on Eddie’s back.

“I don’t want to upset you.” He says before he places a kiss to the top of your head.

“It doesn’t upset me.” Eddie leans away so you can lift your head and look up at him. “I just don’t want to upset you when I don’t say it back.” Eddie playfully rolls his eyes as he leans down and kisses the tip of your nose.

“You could never upset me.” You feel your cheeks get hot as Eddie gives you one of his best smiles that makes you thankful his arms are already around you, holding you up. “Besides you’ll say it back eventually.” You want to laugh and roll your eyes but deep down you know he’s right.

“Oh just say it already so we can move on to the next aisle.” You try to tease him but the way he’s looking at you makes all the playfulness leave your voice making it sound almost as if you’re begging for him to say it. Eddie just smirks as he leans down so his lips are right next to your ear.

“I love you.” You feel your knees begin to feel shaky as his smooth deep voice fills your ears. He just smiles before he places a kiss just below your ear before placing another one on your cheek. “Now back to your question…I get my blood fix the same place most of the vampires in Hawkins do…the pharmacy.” Eddie answers as he ticks a few strands of your hair behind your ear.

“The what?” Your eyes are wide and your eyebrows are raised making Eddie laugh as he places his hands on your hips.

“The pharmacy…it’s on Main Street and they sell everything we need to survive without actually having to uh..drink from-“

“Humans?”

“I get my supplements there and I did try the bloody shake mix and it’s disgusting but people love it…I just stick to the capsules and the fake synthetic stuff when I need to feel like I’m actually drinking-“

“Someone’s blood.”

“Not someone..I used to just drain animals before I found the pharmacy.” You just nod as you try to take in all the information Eddie has just shared with you.

“What do you mean most of the vampires in Hawkins?” Eddie’s eyes go dark as he looks away from you.

“There’s still ones out there that like to hunt down their food.” You feel a shiver go down your spine as Eddie’s grip on you tightens.

“Steve?” You swear you hear a low growl bubble up from Eddie’s chest as you say Steve’s name.

“Him and his little group of assholes are too dumb to be able to get away with hunting don’t worry.” You know he’s trying to reassure you but now you’re curious as to who in Hawkins is still draining humans for their blood and getting away with it.

“Then who?” Eddie just lets out a sigh as you loosen your hold around his middle, he knows you’re just curious but he doesn’t want to tell you anything that could get you caught up in something dangerous. “You’re not going to tell me are you?”

“Come on my darling we have a party to shop for.” You roll your eyes as Eddie places a kiss to your forehead before he drops his hands from your hips and yours fall from around his middle. He steps behind the cart so he can push it further down the aisle, tossing a few bags of random assorted candy into the cart as he goes.

“That wasn’t nice.” You mumble as you cross your arms over your chest as you walk a few steps behind Eddie. He stops walking and before you can even react his hands are cupping your face and his lips are only a few inches from yours.

“I’m sorry sweetheart but it’s for your own good.”Before you can argue he places a quick kiss to your lips. “Please forgive me.” His eyes are staring into yours as his breath fans across your face.

“Okay.” You sigh as Eddie smiles before his lips are on yours again but this time you wrap your arms around his neck before he can even think of pulling away from you.

“Greedy little thing.” He teases a few moments later once he is able to gently pry your arms from around his neck after pulling away from the kiss, while he would love nothing more than to stand here with your lips on his he has to have some sort of self control. “Now come on we have caused enough of a scene in this aisle let’s go cause a ruckus in the frozen section.” You raise an eyebrow as you turn your head and see three women standing in the aisle all with red faces and wide eyes.

“Oh god.” You huff as your face quickly matches theirs making Eddie laugh as he goes back to pushing the cart. “By the way no one says ruckus anymore.” You tease while Eddie just chuckles as you catch up with him and toss a box of skittles into the cart.

“Got it I’ll add that to the list of uncool things to say.” You laugh as the two of you head down the next aisle. “I love you.” Eddie looks over at you as the three words come out of his mouth just as you reach and grab a loaf of bread off the shelf.

“I know you do.” You state with a smile as you place a kiss to his cheek making him smile as you put the bread on the top of the mountain of candy in the cart. You know when Eddie tells you he loves you he means it with every single part of himself. While you can’t say it back just yet you know there’s going to be a time when you can and that just gives you something to look forward to because you know that day is going to be sooner rather than later but either way you know Eddie isn’t going anywhere.

[callme-whatyoulike]

Facedown

I've had this in the drafts for a while (not because I forgot about it or anything, whaaat, nooo). It's a cute little piece. Tiny tiny bit of angst if you squint, I guess? Mentions of alcohol and drinking. The ending is sweet though, trust me. Enjoy ♡♡

"You look awful."

"Ah, thank you, darling."

"Don't 'darling' me right now, Matthew."

He tumbles into the passenger seat, barely conscious, reeking of alcohol. He stares over at me for just a moment, as if to say something, but he remains silent.

"Put your seatbelt on," I tell him, a bit harshly. He slowly does as instructed. I pull away from the bar and toward his place, though I'm not sure if he's in any sort of condition to be by himself.

We drive quietly for a while. He fights to stay awake, I fight to keep my cool with him. He had said it was just a night out with some of his old mates. That's what I'd been told, anyway, when I had informed him that he was invited to come along for dinner with me and some other friends.

I'm not mad about him declining, that'd be ridiculous. I'm mad about the call I subsequently got at 3 AM. A frantic Matty, saying the cops were there, one of his mates got into a fight, the rest ditched him, and he was in no state to drive home himself.

When he told me who he was going out with, I brought it up to the group. They didn't exactly have the highest opinions of who Matty was spending his time with that evening. Deciding not to drive was probably the only smart thing he had done the whole night.

And Matty's not stupid. He's arrogant, yes, but he's not one to put himself into a dangerous situation, to drink himself to the point of not even being able to walk home. I was furious...but I couldn't just leave him. Unfortunately, I care about my friends and their safety.

Especially Matty's. But particularly caring for Matty for some reason are feelings that I can figure out another time.

After a long time in silence, he speaks up.

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry doesn't really cut it, Matty."

He nods. Fidgets with something in the cup holder.

"I know. It's...it's really all I've got."

I pause. Glance over at him. He glances at me.

"That was really stupid, Matty. You're smarter than that. Do you have any idea how scared I was for you? You've never done this. I thought you were hurt. Or worse. All because you wanted to get drunk with some friends?"

I take a deep breath. Squeeze the steering wheel.

"I just don't want something bad to happen. Okay? I don't know what I would do...if-"

"If you found out I was dead in a gutter somewhere?"

We're pulling up to his place. The car rolls into the driveway and comes to a stop. Not another soul is awake. It's like we're the only people in the world.

As I put the car in park, I look over at him again. He's tired. Really tired. The streetlight just outside his house illuminates his curly hair, which is even more of a mess than usual. I notice the top three buttons of his shirt have come undone.

"I'm sorry," he says again. This time, he adds, "Not just for my shitty actions, but for dragging you into it. For making you worry."

"You're...you're one of my best friends," I tell him quietly, as if to keep it a secret between the two of us. I want to tell him that, sometimes, he's one of the most important people in the world to me. But I don't. "I'll always worry about you."

He reaches for my hand and I let him take it. He brushes his thumb over mine. He doesn't look up at me.

"Can you stay?" he asks me. A strange feeling shoots through my chest. "I know I've asked enough from you already. And I can only apologize so many times until it loses its meaning altogether." He meets my eyes and says, in a near whisper, "Please. Please stay."

I squeeze his hand. I mean, I've stayed over before. Though, those were very different circumstances. I've never stayed over because he's asked. It's just...what happened.

I get the feeling he isn't just talking about staying over for the night. But, as mad as I am, I can't seem to say no. I want to stay more than anything in the world.

"I'll stay."

[winniethewife]

It's time that you won.

(Llewyn Davis x OC!Rose Thorne)

Chapter 5: I know this love of mine will never die

Warnings: Making out, partial nudity, love marks.

Last Chapter ~ Next Chapter

Words:959

The next few days of recording go smoothly at the studio, afterword’s things aren’t as smooth outside of the recording room. It had been a couple weeks since the last recording session, Llewyn had tried every minute to figure out how to make this up to her, this doesn’t seem like a good time to pull out the flowers and chocolates, and this was serious. They had fought several times, and Llewyn had left the apartment to stay with others. One day they had been called into the studio to do a retake of a song,  just before they walked in Llewyn reaches out taking her arm.

“Hey, can we talk for a second.” He asks with hesitation, Rose looks at him, her eyes focus in on his. She wonders, is this it? Is he going to leave her? Like every man before. Llewyn can see the worry in her eyes. He pulls her in close Looking into her eyes. “I’m not leaving, I can’t I care about you too fucking much. You’re the most amazing thing to happen to me and I’m an idiot for risking that. I shouldn’t care that you have a successful career. You’ve gone out of your way to help me, and I pay you’re kindness back by being an ass. I’m sorry.”

“Of course, Llewyn…I Just do this because…I care about you too, Too fucking much.” She laughs, cupping his face in one hand running her thumb across his cheek. He smiles, He know he’s usually one to go fast in relationships, too fast, always screwing things up, but this time, this time he’s going to savor every second. As he looks into her eyes of gold and he knows he can’t get it wrong this time. This is the woman he wants to spend all of time with, for as long as she’ll have him.

~

After a succseful recording session, Rose and Llewyn were on their way home, Rose’s hand wrapped around his again. It felt like it belonged there. As they walked up to her apartment she stopped for a second.  Reaching into her pocket she pulls out a key.

“I…Had this made a few days ago. I…Llewyn, I know it’s a lot, I know we’re still figuring stuff out but…” She sighs and Hands him the key. He looks at it with a smile.

“You…want me to move in with you…make this…official?” He asked surprised. He figured he was on his way out, over stayed his welcome, like he had so many times before.

“I mean, Yes…you practically lived here anyway…And whenever you stay somewhere else, I can’t sleep. Even though we were fighting, even though things are hard. I just…I can’t be alone anymore, you make me feel, complete…and I…I love you.” She looks at him worried. Despite having seeing each other on and off, for a short time, she felt like she could barely function with out him now. Llewyn felt his heart pounding, she just said I love you for the first time…this was, this was a lot. And really fast. He can’t fuck this up, He cannot fuck this up. He wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her into a kiss. He needs to taste her, he needs to feel her soft lips on his.

“Llewyn…Darling…” Rose managed to get out between the desperate kisses, he was kissing her like a starving man, getting his fill for the first time in years. His lips against hers, His actions rough and needy. His hands grabbing at her blouse pulling her closer, He needs her.

“I love you too…”

After stumbling into the apartment, down the hall and into the bedroom, they lay on the bed, Rose found her blouse undone. Lewyn’s hands grasping at her waist, leaving kisses, and little purple marks all over her soft skin. She sighs softly as Llewyn kisses her stomach right above her belly button. His deep gaze held her sunburst eyes on his, as he treats her body like the most precious treasure. His hands on her thighs creeping up her skirt as he enjoyed the every little inch of her. His beard brushing against her skin sent shocks of pleasure through her body as she enjoyed the familiar feeling. Her mind was hazy as he shows her how much he adores her. After he feels like he has properly worshipped her body he lays next to her, pulling her into his lap as he holds her against him.

“You feel good. You feel right” She murmurs against his skin, she presses her face to his, their noses graze each other as they stay wrapped up in each other. Llewyn closes his eyes and sighs deeply.

“I don’t want to ever leave your side again. I was wrong. I was so fucking wrong. I need you, you’re too good, too perfect…I…I want you...forever.” he says softly holding her close, taking in her warmth, how soft she is, how sweet.

“You already have me…I’m yours sweet Llewyn, I have been for…longer than either of us realized.” Rose softly runs her fingers through his dark curls and along his bearded chin as she closed the distance, her lips on his again, and again. Her gentle touch is exactly what he needed, her words of reassurance that she is his, and he needn’t worry. His hands around her body, her leg wrapped over his waist as they lay together in happy harmony.

“Then…I’m yours.” He whispers, pressing his forehead to hers as he opens his eyes to look into hers. “My Sunshine.”  

“My Darling.” She replies, as she returns his gaze.  “Yours.” She presses her hand over his heart.

“Yours.” He repeats as he puts his hand on her cheek.

~

Masterlist

[7ken3]

GIVING THEM HEAD PRANK

character(s);  fushiguro toji, geto suguru, gojo satoru, kamo choso, nanami kento  

tw;  gn!reader, not smut but nsfw i can say so MINORS DNI 

notes;  watched a video on fb and was quite inspired to write this since i’m curious how they’d react hehe 

navigation;  master list

(nsfw below the cut, MINORS DNI)

#  FUSHIGURO TOJI

A smirk plasters on his lips, watching as you slowly get on your knees while gathering your hair to the back

God how quick was he to imagine what would happen after this, this man is filthy in the head smh

His smirk drops the moment he sees you laying on the floor with your eyes closed

He just leans forward and stares at you with slightly furrowed eyebrows, his mouth slightly agape in disbelief

Honestly he doesn't know how to react back to it, should he do back the same? Should he ignore it? He's feeling so many things right now

So, he continues to stare with the same reaction until you become aware that a pair of eyes were pointing at you

And when you open them up, you're met with a 👁👄👁 face

Rolls his eyes when he sees you laughing at him before getting up, a small groan leaving his lips as he enters the kitchen

"You're not getting away with that, doll."

#  GETO SUGURU

He lets out a laugh before opening his legs for you, watching as you look up at him, a little doe eyed

The raven can't help but to wonder what you’re up to since you two had to go somewhere

He gently caresses your cheek before patting your head, he then sinks into the couch, causing you to grin back at him cause you know what’s about to happen next

Even took out his hair tie and offered you his one, which you kinda ignored it and still went down (he doesn't know since he has his eyes closed)

Kinda sensed that something wasn't right as you would've done something by now

But the moment he sees you, you were by the dustbin throwing a tissue, he falls back on the couch, heaving out a sigh

kinda yelling in his head like NOOOO HOW DID YOU FALL FOR THAT???

"Ah ah, you owe me one later."

#  GOJO SATORU

He acknowledges you when you enter the room with a hum, your feet shuffling along the tiles while his eyes focuses on the moving figure on screen

The moment he glances at you briefly, he had to do a double take at where you were standing (or should i say, kneeling) right now

Kinda takes him a short moment to gather himself as a lustful chuckle escapes his lips

He automatically manspreads himself this mf is shameless

And finally! He closes his eyes, sighing at how he could have a short break from winning his match

And unexpectedly for his win he gets to enjoy the feeling of your hands holding onto his thighs

But when he doesn't sense any more action, he peers down, only to see you charging your phone under his table

Lets out a groan while kinda tossing his hands in frustration, but sooner or later a smirk plasters itself on his face

"Aw man... That's not fair. Give me one while I'm playing?"

#  KAMO CHOSO

PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO HIM

He was just there, sitting on bed while scrolling through his phone

When you suddenly arrive, not saying anything and simply just got on your knees, then proceed to start to 😲😐😲😐 at yourself to 'warm up' your jaw???

You've never heard him hitch his breath this loud for oral before

And when he decides to lean down to press a kiss on your forehead?

Ngl you feel bad for what's going to happen to him 😭😭

So you did what you had to do, caressing his knees, have his legs separated.

He was WHIPPED

And you leaned in, finally — to pull the blanket over under his arm

His shoulders now slumped, his phone tossed aside as he rubs his nape

"Oh...I thought you wanted to... nevermind." 

#  NANAMI KENTO

Just got home from work and is by the edge of the bed, tie and button undone

Seeing you in his favorite outfit (his button up), his face heats up, pink dusting the tip of his ears and cheeks 

He watches you with widened eyes as you knelt before him, a smile playing on your lips upon seeing his reaction

Lets you spread his leg apart, since he doesn't know exactly what to do considering his brain is BRRRR right now

So, slowly he leans back on the edge of the bed, his elbow supporting him while the other runs through his hair

He barely sees anything, and he wonders why nothing's happened yet — until he sees you grinning with a phone in hand

Immediately hides his face in his hand or cushion beside him, groaning into it

Conclusion: horny frustration

"Seriously Y/n, don't you have anything else better to do?"

©  2021 seindou, do not repost or plagiarize.

[rollercoasterwords]

ohhh i’ve been waiting for this one 🤭 r/s number 20 pls 🤭🫶

20. you’re in a car with a beautiful boy and you're trying not to tell him that you love him.

(i am so sorry in advance for this one lol)

"they asked me to be the godfather," sirius says, and remus grips the steering wheel like it's the only thing he's ever wanted to strangle.

"oh."

it all makes much more sense now. the whiskey. the cigarette ash on his breath. the bruise staining his neck. the undone buttons of his shirt.

just once--just once--remus wishes james knew when to keep his mouth shut. doesn't understand how he could spend half his life with the brightest star in the sky and still not see how it shines. this is the wedding all over again, sirius drinking himself half to death over a stupid speech and still scraping himself out of the gutter to be james' best man.

always james' best man.

sometimes, remus honestly doesn't know which one of them he hates more.

"gonna be sick," sirius mumbles, face all smashed against the window, "rem--gonna--"

"okay, okay, hang on--"

the road's empty, but remus pulls all the way over anyway, leaves the engine running and the headlights on while he jumps out, circles the front, gets the door open just in time for vomit to splatter onto the dirt. it flecks his shoes, the cuffs of his jeans. remus sighs. remus tucks the hair away from sirius' face, and hates himself for the horrible way his heart twists at every point of contact between his fingertips and the other boy's skin. he keeps telling himself that one day it won't matter. he keeps telling himself that one day he'll feel less.

he wonders how many years sirius has been telling himself the exact same thing.

"fuck," sirius groans, and remus asks where are you going and sirius says need t'lie down and remus says wait, just--wait and he's got an arm around sirius' waist, he's guiding him away from the vomit, he is keeping at least one of them un-stained. sirius is stumbling back, trying to heave himself into the bed of the truck. remus helps. remus follows him. he always does.

there's still an old blanket, crumpled in the corner. sirius doesn't seem to notice when remus lays it out, but he does it anyway, guiding the other boy onto something more forgiving than cold metal. they lie side by side, staring at stars. from this angle, remus can't see the bruise on sirius' neck. he can almost pretend it's not there, or at least that he doesn't know how he got it. sirius will bury himself in the body of anyone willing to be his grave, and they all know that, even james.

james just hasn't managed to figure out that he's the shovel.

"no moon tonight," sirius mumbles. remus touches him again, moves a lock of hair from his eyes.

"no."

he lets his fingertips linger, just a second. in the morning, sirius won't remember this anyway.

"got you, though," sirius says, and it comes out half-sigh, "moony. always got you."

"yeah," remus whispers, "you've always got me."

sirius turns to look at him, and even with eyes all liquor-glazed and blinking it's the sort of look that pins him, a butterfly to a board.

"did you ever love someone, remus?" sirius asks.

you idiot, remus doesn't say, you beautiful, impossible idiot.

maybe one day, he'll crash the truck, just so they can both feel the same thing at the same time.

from this prompt list!

[selenesheart]

dazed // d.m.

word count: 2.9k

warnings: smut, rough sex, praising kink, titty fucking, single dad!draco, single mom!reader, tension, cursing, unprotected sex, a bit of wine, a bit of spit, post hogwarts, modern au

summary: the tension between your son’s best friend’s dad and you was unbearable.

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“they said they’d be here by ten!” draco heard little scorpius’ voice coming from downstairs as he made his way down. draco smiled at scorpius’ enthusiasm, remembering telling him that you and your son would be there at any moment.

draco remembered when you two agreed on you bringing your 9-year-old son to the malfoy manor to spend time with scorp a few days back.

your son had told you that he wanted to visit his best friend at the beginning of the week, who was none other than scorpius malfoy, draco malfoy’s son.

after making plans with the malfoys, you mentally prepared yourself for what was gonna come. prepare for that cocky smirk and that harsh personality that you haven’t seen in at least ten years.

as your son mentioned the name “malfoy”, your memories rushed back in, all the glances, and flirty looks. you had to admit, draco malfoy was attractive, but you knew he was nowhere near good. well at least back then.

a couple of minutes later, an expensive-looking car arrived at the manor’s entrance. you and your son were inside of this car, looking rather excited, or at least your son was.

“merlin” the slytherin whispered as soon as you stepped out of the car, draco’s eyes landing on your figure, a figure of a goddess. malfoy examined every inch of your body, he couldn’t take his eyes off you, like he was being hypnotized.

but draco wasn’t the only one being hypnotized at the moment. you, too, were admiring his tall figure, from his perfect features to his arms that appeared to be noticeably muscular. he had changed.

you took a deep breath as the children greeted each other. blinking repeatedly, your vision rose to the blonde in front of you, giving him a polite smile as if you two haven’t spent more time looking at each other than usual, taking each other in.

taking a few steps, you extended your hand to greet the older malfoy, he took your hand in his rather big one, shaking it. his tall body hovering over yours, making your mind foggy.

his eyes lingered on your small, slight shaky hands, smirking at the slight size difference. your body had changed over the past few years, as well as your gorgeous face, he noticed. his face didn’t move at all as he scanned your face, it was like he was blocking any emotion from showing.

after backing away, you greeted the younger malfoy, bending over to reach his eye level. it took all of malfoy’s self-control to not let out a strangled groan, he adjusted his collar, letting out a low breath as he tried not to let his eyes wander down, which he miserably failed to do, letting himself catch a glimpse of your covered backside.

you got back at your feet, as draco took an unsteady breath.

“why don’t we all come inside the manor?” the tall man suggested as he opened the big, black door. with one last eye contact, you made your way in, the boys coming right behind you.

your breath hitched as you entered the enormous manor, mesmerized by the elegant chandelier, you examined the room, the many floors, the ridiculously long table in the guest room.

you chuckled lowly when you heard the little “woah” that escaped your son’s lips. smiling slightly at the cheeky smirk of the two malfoys. like father, like son, you supposed.

“let’s go to outside, ‘wanna show something!” scorpius spoke to your son excitedly. after checking with you if he could go to the garden, your son ran behind scorpius. giggles were heard from outside, making you smile slightly. then, it hit you; you were in the manor with a very tall, attractive man behind you. alone.

turning around slowly, you let yourself explore him with your vision. his sleeves were rolled up to his forearm, a couple of buttons undone, veiny hands in his trouser pockets. he looked so handsome, you thought.

“so— would you fancy a cuppa?” he offered, his deep voice breaking your train of thoughts. you looked up to him feeling embarrassed, he was smiling politely down at you. you returned the smile as you responded with a soft “yes, please”.

walking down to the kitchen, you felt draco's hand brush against yours, suddenly feeling hot, even when the room was freezing. you also took notice of his kind and polite personality, he wasn’t that rude 17-year-old boy that treated everyone like garbage.

“can you help me get those glasses on the top of the drawer?” he said as the two of you arrived at the large kitchen. you hummed a response while approaching the drawer that he was referring to just a couple of seconds ago, draco leaving to get a bottle of red wine.

you placed a hand on top of the counter besides the dark drawer, lifting yourself a bit to reach the said cups. your fingertips could touch them but it was no use, you huffed, the glasses were unnecessarily high.

you jumped slightly as you felt one of malfoy’s big hands on your waist, his tall figure— once again— hovering over you, reaching his arm to the top of the drawer. your backside pressed against his front, making him close his eyes slightly, trying to remain calm.

he grabbed the cups like it was nothing, using the hand that was in your waist to turn you around. draco raised the glasses to your face with a lazy smirk spread on his face, making you roll your eyes playfully, although your self-control was slowly getting out of your reach as his long fingers were spread out, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I could’ve reached that” you joked as his long fingers slowly let go of your waist, making that spot feel empty. “it seemed like it was too high for you” he responded along with a chuckle as he made his way to the kitchen counter, where the expensive wine was located. the blonde opened the bottle easily, while you sat down in the kitchen’s chair.

draco placed the glass in front of you, pouring the red wine inside of it. your eyes betrayed you as they made their way to his long fingers full of rings, unconsciously you bit your bottom lip softly, you let your imagination wander.

imagining how his fingers would feel, so deep inside of you, stretching you. how it would feel to have them in your mouth, preventing you from making any sound as he entered you from—

“is that good?” he asked innocently, breaking you from your naughty thoughts. you took a deep breath as you mumbled a “yes” to his question. you were extremely embarrassed, all things you were thinking of the man you haven’t even seen since high school.

the two of you chatted for hours and hours, drinking, enjoying each other’s company. laughing and just chatting about each other’s life in general.

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“mum! can i stay for the night, please?” your son asked with his big doe eyes after you told him that it was time to go home. a sigh left your mouth, “in that case, i’ll come pick you up first thing tomorrow, alright?” you responded to his question, he nodded, a big smile on display.

“why don’t you stay with him?” malfoy spoke taking you off guard, turning around you saw that he was already in his pyjama pants, your breath getting heavy as you caught the sight of his exposed chest. you were about to decline his kind offer until you heard your son’s voice “yes please! stay in the manor with me!”.

“well— if there’s any room, i could stay for the night,” you sighed, “but, where am i going to stay, and besides, i have nothing to wear for bed,” you said worriedly. you furrowed your brows as you saw draco playfully roll his eyes.

“you could sleep in my room, and i’ll give you one of my shirts for you to wear” malfoy spoke softly, mentally smirking, already forming a plan in his head. your hands felt sweaty at the idea of sleeping in the same room as draco malfoy, in his clothes.

after the older man and the kids tried to convince you, you finally agreed. giving both boys a good night kiss on their foreheads, you rushed to malfoy’s room. finding no one in the room, you quickly grabbed his big white shirt and his boxers, making your way to his luxurious bathroom. you used a spell to help you clean your undergarments.

once you were done, you exited the bathroom just to find draco waiting for you in the darkroom. malfoy was mesmerized by the sight of y/n l/n wearing his see-through shirt, making your bra to be shown, causing his thoughts to go wild. all he wanted to do was rip his shirt off you and roughly massage your breasts until— he took a steady breath, containing himself.

soon enough, you were washing your face in the sink, ready to call it a night. draco stepped behind you, he extended his arm to his toothbrush in front of you. the once big room suddenly felt small.

once he was done brushing, he placed the toothbrush where it was before, causing his growing cock to make contact with your backside. you gasped as he gulped slowly, making eye contact through the bathroom mirror. hard, lust-filled eyes looking back at you.

biting your lips slightly, you turned around slowly to get a better look at his face. your vision rose to his eyes, innocent eyes looking up at him. draco had lost control. he got ahold of your cheek, bringing you up to a heated kiss. you moaned against his mouth as your fingers travelled through his hair. it all felt right.

any respectful or friendly behaviour towards each other was gone as you held tightly onto his broad shoulders, digging your nails into his skin.

the next thing you knew, the two of you were kissing, biting, licking each other like desperate animals. one of his hands travelled from your face to the end of his shirt, desperately taking it off your body, along with his black boxers.

draco groaned at the sight of your perfect body in a black set of undergarments, the sight of you looking up at him oh so innocently, the constant brushing of his erect dick against your clothed cunt. it was all driving him insane.

you arched your back off the bed, taking off your bra eagerly, breasts flowing free. malfoy wasted no time on grabbing your soft mounds, playing with them, kissing them, almost worshiping them.

“merlin— ” he breathed against your chest, the vibrations adding to the pleasure “i can’t wait to see your tits bouncing up and down” his words alone made you even wetter if that was possible. you were dripping.

you cried out as he took one of your nipples in his mouth, biting it softly. your hands were once again located on top of his head, your fingers threaded through his silky hair.

“‘m gonna fuck your tits, alright?” he asked—more like demanded— as you moaned softly at the thought of malfoy in top of you fucking your breasts. your panties started feeling uncomfortable now, you couldn’t control your arousal. you should’ve pushed him away, and tell me to stop, but you couldn’t, you didn’t want him to stop.

and now, here you were, your son’s best friend’s dad on top of you, ready to gain an orgasm from your tits, it felt like you were in heaven. he looked divine. his sweaty hair going everywhere, his dark pupils, toned body. such a beautiful sight.

he positioned himself on top of your torso, his muscular legs on either side of you. you looked at his face, waiting for his next move. he spat between your breasts, as he placed his throbbing cock in between. you grabbed each one of your boobs, bringing them together to create friction.

“that feels so good, darling argh—” draco groaned as he started moving his hips, front to back, causing his dick to leak some pre-cum across your breasts. his breathing got heavier as you stuck out your tongue to lick his red tip.

he moved faster while you moved your tits up and down, following his rhythm. it felt like he had died and gone to heaven, the feeling was unmatchable. he couldn’t wait to have your aching pussy stuffed with his dick. plus, the look in your face had him almost cumming right there and then.

but he fought the urge to cum in your tits. malfoy suddenly stopped and lowered himself to play with your folds, teasing you with his twitching tip.

“i want you inside me, please” you don’t know what took over but you pleaded like your life depend upon it. the infamous smirk was back at his face, a low chuckle leaving his pink lips.

“what do you want inside, darling?” he rubbed your desperate clit with one of his fingers, making you cry out in desperation “do still want my fingers?” he asked, causing you to furrow your brows. what was he talking about? still?

“oh don’t play dumb on me now. just a few hours ago you were wishing my fingers were inside your panties, fingering you. did you forgot about the legilimency spell, already?” he scoffed leaving you dumbfounded, he read your mind while you were thinking about him having his finger deep inside of your cunt. you gulped loudly as you looked deep into his eyes, looking for some type of sign that would tell you that he was trying to embarrass you.

but there wasn’t any.

“don’t you worry princess. you’re gonna get something even better” draco whispered as he winked down at you. your excitement level growing by the minute.

draco sucked on your sensitive breast as his hand made its way to his erect cock, gripping it while he teased your tight entrance. his other hand coming down to your thigh to expand your legs more. one of his thumb traveled through your glistening folds, smirking at how wet you were.

“i’ve never wanted to fuck someone so bad, until now” he breathed against your collarbone, your hands gripping his muscular forearms tightly. his words made you let out a soft moan before you realized.

he entered you as his mouth filled with praises, praises that made you clench around him in the most delicious way possible. after years of not having sex, this was all you needed.

“fuck— you feel so good, princess” he moaned lowly, your moans getting louder as he thrust in and out of your tight hole. one of your hands was placed on top of your mouth, trying to be silent.

“these walls are pretty thick. which means we can be as loud as we want” he spoke to you as he took your hand off your mouth and started thrusting his hips even faster. his grunts were the most arousing things you would ever hear.

his thrusts got harsher, making your tits bounce up and down repeatedly. loud whines and moans were heard coming from you as you dug your nails into his soft skin. his balls slapping against your skin while he circled your clit rapidly.

“you look so pretty with my cock inside of you, sweetheart. see how i’m filling you up?” he said with a hoarse voice. you whined ‘yesyesyes’ as he lifted your leg to his waist, the new position making him hit your g-spot repeatedly.

“you’re doing so good f'me baby— shit” the attractive man swore as he felt you clench around him. he fisted the bedsheets from the pleasure. his thrusts were getting rougher, balls slapping against your skin.

“are— ” malfoy breathed “are you clo—close?” he asked before he connected his lips to your overstimulated nipples once again. he roughly massaged the other breast, slapping it once in a while. his main goal is to make you cum before him.

“yes!” you gasped when draco’s big hands suddenly held your hips, lifting them to reach even further into you. he was going at an animalistic speed, you couldn’t even keep up.

“c’mon, come for me baby, show me how good you feel” he breathed against your lips, you grabbed the back of his head, pushing him down on you, kissing him roughly while you were thrown off the edge.

the two of you moaned against each other’s mouth as you squeezed malfoy’s cock tightly, milking him down. draco kept thrusting into you, his cum spilling out too, riding you out of your high. the blonde man disconnected his lips from yours as he pulled out.

the sensation of pulling out made you both moan softly, both cums dripping out of your hole and onto the bedsheets. draco was quick to collect the dripping cum and shove it inside of you with his fingers, causing you to arch your back off the bed and moan softly at the feeling of his fingers.

after catching your breath, you opened your eyes just to see the 27-year-old man that you just fucked beside the bed, who was already looking down at you with a sweaty face. and you would be lying if you said that his next words didn’t make you wet.

“i’m not done with you, yet. get in all four for me, darling”

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[westanthewaterman]

Denying Temptation - Illinois x F!Reader

Rating: NSFW

Word count: 2000+

TW: daddy kink, finger sucking, size difference, size kink, use of the name babydoll

Notes: Listen. Listen. This fic showed up on my computer, I’m not sure who wrote it but I figured, you know, there are so many Illinois simps following me I might as well share it in the hopes some of you might like it. I’m doing this for you, this isn’t self-indulgent at all. 

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Strong hands push you up against the wall, caging you in between two thick, tanned forearms. You look up at Illinois with wide eyes, a flush across your cheeks and lips parted to say something, but he beats you to it.

“I’m tired of this little game.” He presses his lips to your ear. “You can’t keep pretending like you don’t want me, want this.”

You lick your suddenly dry lips. “I-I don’t know-”

Illinois shushes you, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you flush against him. “Stop fighting it, sweetheart. I want it too.”

A small whine leaves your throat and you grab the front of his shirt with shaky hands. “Illi.”

“Tell me what you want, babydoll. I need to hear you say it.”

You open your mouth to respond but Illinois presses a kiss to your neck, scraping his teeth over the soft skin there and a moan forces its way out of your mouth. He smirks, cupping the side of your face with his free hand.

“Go on, I’m waiting.”

“I-I want you.” Your face burns with shame as you say it, but the smirk that crosses his face is entirely worth it.

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Illinois ducks down and captures your lips in a passionate kiss, running his tongue over the seam of your lips. You part them and his tongue slips inside, exploring the cavern of your mouth. He tastes like mint gum something uniquely him. You can’t help but whine when he tugs your bottom lip between his teeth before pulling away to trail kisses down your neck.

“Been wanting to do this since we met,” he mumbles against your shoulders, “haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, sugar, even when we’re apart. It’s like you’ve cursed me.”

A particularly hard suck on the skin where your neck meets your shoulder sends you reeling, back arching against the wall you’re pressed up against. You whine, long and high-pitched as your hands scramble to start undoing the buttons of his shirt.

“Impatient, aren’t you?”

“Want you.” You whisper the words like they’re the only thought running through your head, and maybe they are with how turned on you already feel.

You get the buttons of his shirt undone, slipping it off his shoulders and knocking his hat off for good measure. Illinois raises an eyebrow at you, snickering to himself, but refrains from making a teasing comment.

He follows your lead then, taking the hem of your shirt in his hand and pulling it off over your head, dropping it to the floor with his. Illinois takes a moment to look over you, admiring the way your deep breaths accentuate your breasts.

Calloused fingertips slide up your sides and cup you through your bra, Illinois runs his thumbs over your nipples through the fabric, smiling devilishly at the way you arch your back, pushing your breasts into his hands.

Impatiently, you reach behind yourself and undo your bra, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes run over your newly exposed skin with a groan.

“Such pretty tits, babydoll. God, you’re gorgeous.” Illinois takes your breasts fully into his palms, squeezing and kneading them. He twists one of your nipples between his fingers before ducking down to take it into the wet heat of his mouth.

You cry out, burying a hand in his hair to keep him pressed against you. He swirls his tongue around the hard nub, sucking on it and giving just the barest hint of his teeth scraping over it.

“Daddy, please-”

You both freeze in place when the words leave your lips. Illinois straightens out, looking down at you with dark eyes and you cover your face with your hands in an attempt to hide the heat rushing to your cheeks.

“I-I’m so sorry, it just slipped out, I didn’t mean-”

“Say it again.”

You peak up at him through your fingers. “W-What?”

“I want you to say it again.”

“No, I can’t.” You shake your head furiously.

Illinois leans down to press his mouth to your ear. When he licks his lips, the tip of his tongue darts out to trace over the shell of your ear. “Say it again, sweetheart. Say it and I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll be feeling me for days.”

“Daddy.”

“Fuck,” Illinois groans, impatient hands reaching down to undo your pants and push them down your legs. “Oh, Daddy’s gonna fuck you so good, babydoll. I can’t wait to feel you on my cock.”

With your pants out of the way, he’s free to trace his fingers over the front of your underwear, dipping them down between your thighs. He groans at the feeling of your arousal staining the fabric and you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

“So wet for me already, baby. You want Daddy so bad, don’t you?”

With a nod from you, Illinois unbuckles his belts (why on earth he has so many, you’ll never know) and steps out of his pants. When you look down, you’re surprised to find he hadn’t been wearing anything underneath as his cock springs free, standing at attention between his legs.

You moan at the sight of it, rock hard with a bead of precum glistening at the tip. Illinois smirks, reaching down to stroke himself slowly, using his thumb to smear the precum over the head of his cock.

“You like what you see, babydoll? I knew you would and it’s all for you. Come on, wrap your hand around me, feel how hard I am for you.”

Looking him over with hungry eyes, you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock, stroking up and down the length slowly. He’s hot and hard in your palm and you moan at the thought of how he’ll feel inside you.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Take it slow, make Daddy feel good.”

While you continue to stroke his cock, Illinois slips your underwear off you. The cold air of the room is a shock against your sensitive, heated skin. He nudges your thighs apart gently then slides a hand between your legs. He reaches up suddenly, pressing two fingers against your lips.

“Suck on my fingers, beautiful. Get them nice and wet for me.”

You obediently take his fingers into your mouth, sucking on them gently and tracing your tongue over the length of them. Illinois watches you with dark, hungry eyes, mesmerized by the way your lips around the width of his fingers.

“That’s it, so good for me.” He pulls his fingers out and returns them to their place between your legs.

Between your spit and the natural lubricant of your body, his two fingers slip inside you smoothly. It feels so good to have something inside you finally and the pleasure that suddenly jolts up your spine when he glides the tips of his fingers over the sensitive spot deep inside makes your legs wobble.

Illinois grabs one of your thighs and hikes it up over his hip, allowing you more stability and him easier access to your cunt. He slips a third finger inside you, scissoring them and working you open.

Once he’s deemed you ready, Illinois guides the head of his cock to your entrance and presses in slowly. You both moan at the way he stretches you open.

“That’s it, babydoll. You feel so good, so fucking good. You were made for me, weren’t you?”

“Please, please,” you whimper.

With a moan Illinois bottoms out, rolling his hips into yours, his pubic bone rubbing against your clit and sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. He grabs your other thigh and lifts it up over his waist, scooping you up into his arms and pressing your back firmly into the wall.

The show of strength forces a moan from your lips and you clench around him, making him groan. He starts to fuck you slowly, pulling his hips out slowly then surging forward and slamming them back in with enough force to pound you back into the wall. You dig your nails into his back, pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to his neck and shoulder.

“Daddy,” you moan into his ear.

“What is it, baby? What do you need?”

It’s hard to form a coherent thought. Your mind is already so muddled from the pleasure you’re getting from his cock fucking up into you, but you manage to get out a simple request through the haze.

“Touch me, please, wanna cum on your cock.”

“Anything for you, sweet thing. Hold on to me, alright?”

You loop your arms around his neck and, instead of setting you down on the floor like you thought you would, Illinois adjusts so he’s holding you against him with one arm, the other slipping between you to start rubbing your clit in tight, fast circles.

The fact he’s able to hold you up with one arm without any sign of struggle makes you hotter than anything else he’s done thus far and you moan his name breathlessly, rocking your hips down against him.

“You like how big and strong Daddy is, don’t you, babydoll? And you’re so small, you fit so perfectly in my arms. You really were made for me, baby. And now you’re all mine.”

You can’t seem to focus on what he’s saying anymore, the feeling of his cock slamming into you and his fingers working over your clit sending you closer and closer to your release. You rest your head back against the wall behind you, perfectly baring your throat for him to start sucking a dark mark right above your collarbones.

“That’s it, babydoll. You’re so close, aren’t you? Are you going to cum for me? Are you going to cum all over Daddy’s cock?”

“Please, please,” you whimper, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Look at me, baby. Let me see those pretty eyes.”

Fighting the instinct to keep them closed, you open your eyes and look up at him. He looks so good like this, miles of tanned skin on display, sweat beading at his forehead and rolling down his neck.

“Do you want to cum, sweetheart?”

“Y-Yes, Daddy.”

“You don’t have to deny how you feel anymore. You’re mine now. Say it, babydoll, tell me you’re mine.”

A particularly hard thrust forces a moan from your throat and you arch your back. “I’m yours, Illi.”

“That’s right, baby, don’t you forget it.” Illinois presses a kiss to your forehead, letting out soft pants. “When you cum, I want you to scream my name, tell the whole world who you belong to. Think you can do that?”

You nod furiously, words lost to you as you hang right on the edge of release.

“Cum for me. Cum for Daddy.”

Just like he’d asked, you cum with a cry of his name, burying your face in the crook of his neck and bucking your hips against his as he continues to fuck into you. A few more thrusts of his hips and with one long moan, Illinois cums inside you, filling you with warmth.

The two of you are quiet as you come down from your high, clinging to each other and fighting to catch your breath. Illinois lowers you to the ground slowly, keeping an arm wrapped around your waist to hold you up.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Good,” You smile at him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Don’t know why we waited so long for that.”

“Me neither.”

Illinois picks his hat up from the ground, dusting it off and plopping it down on your head. “How ‘bout we go take a shower then see if we can’t have a little more fun before bed?”

“I don’t know if I can walk all the way to the bathroom. My legs feel like jelly.”

He smirks. “Who knew I could be that good? Well, actually, I knew that.”

“Stop.” You shove him playfully, groaning and rolling your eyes. “Why on earth do I put up with you?”

“Because I’m handsome and a good lay, and because you’re mine.”

“Yeah, yeah, I don’t know about the ‘good lay’ bit yet. I think I need more examples before I can come to any kind of conclusion.”

“I’m pretty sure you just came to a conclusion.” He winks.

“Oh my goooood.”

[itadorisgf]

SUGAR N SPICE - NANAMI KENTO

or nanami kento as your sugar daddy

- note: i’ve been thinking a lot about nanami and yeah <333 also i have no fucking clue how sugar daddies work lmfao

- edit: this turned out way longer than i expected

- ft. nanami kento

- warning: cursing, nsfw

- tagging : @miitsukai hey bae 😆😆

- GOJO SATORU EDITION

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NANAMI KENTO

first, let’s get this out of the way, nanami kento is so fucking hot.

your arrangement is formal. you probably meet through a sugar daddy website. at first you’re skeptical because it seems a little too good to be true like here’s this man who’s not that old, hot, and not a fucking creep? sign me up!

but for real, you’re cautious after being scammed a few too many times.

during the first conversation, nanami lays out his expectations and rules if you want to be his sugar baby. he’ll wire you a set amount of money every two weeks. he doesn’t expect much from you in return besides companionship in the form of texting, calling, and taking you out when he has the chance to. he states that he has no expectations of more sexual favors and does not wish to pressure you into anything if you are uncomfortable.

uhhhh, is this man real????? you’re definitely surprised that he doesn’t expect sex in exchange for money, but you’re not going to complain.

he’s a lil stiff and formal, but he’s polite and you got bills to pay, so you easily agree to the arrangement.

you two probably don’t meet up for awhile. nanami’s often occupied with work, but you text frequently. you’re surprised that he shows genuine interest in your life and what you do.

he asks about your day and inquires about things you’ve mentioned offhandedly, which is strangely touching.

when you ask about his day in return, he just says “work is work” and then proceeds to talk about how it’s shit.

you almost choked on your spit when you first read that. it’s not often that nanami curses so you found it amusing how much he loathed work, especially when he was forced to work overtime.

he calls you once a week on fridays. the first time you heard his voice, let’s just say it got you feeling some type of way to say the least.

don’t even get me started on the first time he took you out. it’s at the end of one of his weekly calls that he tells you he’d like to take you out next saturday.  you don’t have any other plans so you agree and nanami informs you that he’ll send you some extra money so you can buy yourself a new outfit for your date.

he sends you way too fucking much for a simple outfit, but you’re not complaining. it takes you awhile to decide what to wear, but eventually you choose to purchase a simple black dress. it’s not too showy or revealing besides the slit up your thigh and the low neckline.

you’re nervous when saturday evening rolls around because it’s going to be the first time you’ve actually met up with nanami???? what if he’s actually a creep??

you’re not given much time to think further when your doorbell rings. opening the door, you are taken aback by how fucking hot he is. pictures really do not do this man justice. he’s dressed in tan slacks and a white button up shirt with the top buttons undone. it takes you a moment to snap out of it and he leads you to his car, which is really fucking nice, holy shit.

in the car, he tells you that the dress you’re wearing suits you and that he’s taking you to a restaurant downtown. despite your nerves, the conversation flows rather easily between the two of you. it seems that nanami is more interested in what you have to say with the way he continues to ask you questions.

nanami is really the perfect gentleman all throughout the night. he opens the car door for you, pulls out your chair, and actually listens to what you have to say.

at the end of the night, he leaves you on your doorstep with a kiss on the cheek.

although nanami doesn’t expect anything sexual from you doesn’t mean you don’t feel inclined to treat him. he always sounds so worn out and tired during your calls so you decide to send him a lil gift :)

said gift has nanami’s eyes widening when he unlocks his phone to see the rather explicit picture you sent him that leaves little to the imagination with an accompanying text that read “hope you like the set im wearing, thought of you when i bought it.”

although unexpected, the image is definitely not unappreciated. the sage green lingerie set clings to your skin and hugs your body in all the right places, highlighting your best attributes. nanami’s eyes trail over the bralette, noticing how sheer it is, to the point where he can make out the outline of your nipples underneath.

you’re a fucking tease, full-well knowing that he was at work when you sent that image. nanami had to lie when gojo asked what was so interesting on his phone.

your phone dings and you’re eager to see what nanami’s response is since your “relationship” wasn’t exactly sexual. it’s your turn for your eyes to widen when you read nanami’s response: “i’m coming over after i finish work. i expect that to be the only thing you’re wearing when you greet me at the door.”

the text’s tone has shivers crawling up your spine. you can’t wait to see what nanami has in store.

the hours seem to drag on and by the time your doorbell rings signaling nanami’s arrival, you’re racing to unlock the door - eager but nervous for what’s to come.

you lock the door behind nanami. he doesn’t say anything at first and the uncomfortable silence has you fidgeting.

“at least you can follow directions,” nanami sighs, his tone disinterested. your head snaps up and you shrink under nanami’s gaze. his eyes trace over your figure as if he’s inspecting you.

“where’s your bedroom?” you shuffle down the hall and lead him to your room. nanami sits on the edge of your bed, loosening his tie and rolling up his sleeves. god, he really is fucking hot.

he pats his knee and it takes you a moment to realize what he’s asking of you. you walk over and drape yourself over his knee, arching your back so your ass is up for him. he places his hand on one of your cheeks, massaging the skin there. his palm is rough as he kneads the flesh of your ass.

“you know what the stop light system is?”

you nod and yelp when nanami lands a harsh smack to your left butt cheek. “use your words when i ask you a question.” his hand soothes the ache of the blow. “now, do you know what the stop light system is?”

“yes.”

“good.” he lowly hums. “i did not appreciate that little stunt you pulled while i was at work.”

your breath hitches when his hand trails up your spine, wrapping around the column of your neck and pulling you up until his mouth brushes against your ear. “now, you’re going to be good and count the number of spankings i give you. since this is your first time, i’ll only give you five on each cheek.”

“i understand.” nanami releases your neck, letting you hang over his knee once more. nanami’s blows are hard and quick, and by the time it’s over, you have tears beading at the corner of your eyes.

“color?” nanami asks, massaging the reddened skin with one of his hands.

“green,” you manage to croak out. nanami shifts you until you’re sitting up in his lap, your legs on either side of his waist, straddling him. with his thumb, he wipes away your tears. “you did so good for me.”

he runs his hands up and down your thighs until they settle on top of your hips. his nose nudges against your jaw, lips skimming against your neck as he breathes out, “perhaps you deserve a reward.”

[shutupptara]

cowboy like me - Brandon Tanev

six - your booths beneath my bed**

word count: 6,507

warnings: explicit language, descriptions of anxiety, explicit sexual content- minors, DO NOT INTERACT

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The day of your first official date with Brandon, you’re an anxiety-riddled mess. While you’d gotten to know each other decently well over the last few weeks, there was still so much to learn, so many conversations to be had. Right now, you’re working off pure attraction alone; you assume the same for Brandon, and you know that’s not sustainable. Would he still want to pursue whatever this is when he knows everything about you? Was he someone you could trust, someone worth letting your guard down for? Would you have enough time to even figure that out? Your near-sightedness is keeping you from acknowledging the obvious: dating Brandon, making an actual effort, calls everything you’d planned for yourself into question. It’s become obvious to you Brandon won’t be leaving Montana, so that puts the ball in your court. If you do this, if it works out, could you give up Seattle for him? 

It’s a huge what if, one you know that will remain tucked in the back of your mind, regardless of how much you try to ignore it. And try you do. You tear through your suitcases until you find a flowy, white sundress. It’s comfortable and flattering, a combination you’re grateful for as the weather starts to grow increasingly warmer. Plus, Brandon had insisted everything was completely casual. The fair he invited you to has live music, a few food trucks and a couple exhibits he was interested in checking out, but overall he just wants to spend time with you.

After you’ve tamed your hair, you head out to the living room. There, you find Brandon sitting on the couch, his hands running up and down his thighs. You can see the way he’s biting his lip, and oddly enough, knowing he’s nervous brings you comfort. This clearly is as important to him as it is to you. “Hey,” you say calmly, voice even. 

“Hi!” He’s on his feet in a second, making his way to you. His trusty cowboy hat is, of course, resting on the top of his head, but as your eyes slip lower, you feel your mouth go dry. A short-sleeve white button down is straining to cover his shoulders, the top few buttons undone. It leaves far more skin exposed than you’re used to, and you take in a shaky breath. His regular light wash jeans hug his legs like they were made for him, boots peaking out just under the hem. Your attention, however, is drawn to the large belt buckle in the middle of his waist. It’s just a silver oval, but you can’t stop staring at it. You know it’s the first time you’ve ever seen him wear it, and you’re thankful for that now. This silly piece of metal has broken your brain, the mere sight of it clicking everything into place: Brandon looks like a true cowboy. A calls you ma’am, holds the door, saves the damsel in distress, cowboy. God, today was going to be the death of you.

“You look wonderful,” Brandon compliments, bashful. 

Butterflies erupt in your stomach. “Thank you.” 

“Shall we?” He nods toward the front door, holding his arm out for you to take. Trembling fingers wrap around his bicep, and he pats your hand gently, as if reading your mind. He leads you out to his truck parked in its usual spot beside the house, immediately grabbing your door for you and holding it open. You slide inside as casually as you can, waiting patiently when he shuts the door and makes his way around to the driver’s side. He sets his hat down on the dashboard in front of him when he’s seated, fingers smoothing through his long locks. After a minute, you have to direct your attention in front of you, keep your eyes on the windshield. With your hands itching to be buried in his hair, you know distraction is necessary to keep you from embarrassing yourself.

Thankfully, Brandon seems to sense that. Or maybe he’s experiencing some inner turmoil of his own. He turns the radio on low, letting some country music station drift through the speakers, and wordlessly pulls off of the ranch. The fair grounds are thankfully close by, so it isn’t long until you’re pulling into the crowded parking lot. Brandon grabs the first space he sees, turning to smile at you when the truck’s in park and the engine is off. “If you don’t want to stay long,” he begins, “we don’t have to. I know it may be kind of lame…”

“Brandon,” you cut in, boldly reaching a hand out to rest on his forearm. You give a gentle squeeze in reassurance. “It's going to be so fun. Come on.” His bright smile mirrors yours, and he gives a small nod, once again coming around the truck to get your door for you. 

He holds his hand out to help you down, though he doesn’t drop yours once your feet are on the ground. Instead, his fingers curl around the palm of your hand, sliding until he’s able to lace his through yours loosely. His skin is tough, but it’s warm where it’s pressed against yours. His fingertips reach almost an inch down past your knuckles, and as you start walking through the crowds, you feel his thumb smoothing over your skin slowly. It’s calming - a welcomed comfort, especially as you navigate through the throngs of people. Brandon seems to know exactly where he’s headed, walking quickly like a man on a mission, and you’re content to let him bring you alongside him. 

The atmosphere is decidedly cheerful: there’s so much laughter, bright lights, music blaring. You can smell the fair foods regardless of the area you’re walking through. For the first time in a long time, calm settles over you- you feel free to let go, to just enjoy yourself and the unexpected joy you’ve found yourself in. You hadn’t really ever believed in serendipity, but life was certainly enjoying proving you wrong. You’re admittedly wrapped up in that feeling, enough so that when Brandon stops suddenly, you keep walking. A gentle tug on your arm has you right beside him again, a gleam in his eye and a grin on his face. 

“Wha-”

“Let’s go on,” Brandon insists. It takes you a moment to process that you've stopped in front of the ferris wheel, and that he’s looking up at it hopefully. 

“On the ferris wheel?”

He nods, trying to make his way there, but you plant your feet. Your eyes are wide, mouth gaping as you search for words. “I can’t go on that.” You have to crane your neck to take in all of it, your stomach dropping to your feet. Under absolutely no circumstances will you be setting-foot on that. “That’s like a hundred feet in the air.”

Brandon grins. “It’s seventy, at best.”

“At best,” you scoff. “I don’t care! No one is supposed to be that high off the ground. It’s unnatural.” 

The noise continues to buzz around you, crowds parting as you stand there, looking up. Your mind has zeroed in on it now, unable to process anything other than the anxiety crawling through your limbs, making you grip Brandon’s hand that much tighter. 

“Are you afraid of heights?” His voice is so soft, and it's truly the only thing keeping you from bolting right now. He’s obviously keen on riding this monstrosity with you.

“Terrified,” you supply.

“What exactly were you going to do in Seattle when you got to the Space Needle?” He asks. Honestly, the thought had never crossed your mind. Of course it was a landmark in Seattle, popping up on every google search you’d made when looking into the city. That didn’t mean you had to partake in the activity. “You have to go to the top. That’s a right of passage.”

You know your face is incredulous. No, you certainly did not have to go to the top of the Space Needle - nor would you be. “I’m going to avoid it, like a normal person who values their life.”

It makes him laugh, that breathtaking, earth moving sound that warms your whole body. Armed with this feeling, and the puppy dog eyes Brandon is working on you, you feel your resolve slip. If it really means that much to him… 

Sighing, you nod, squaring your shoulders and sucking in a breath. “Fine.” 

“Yeah?” His eyebrow lifts. “Alright! It’s gonna be great, you’ll see.” It won’t, but you don’t tell Brandon that. Instead, you let him lead you to the base of the ride, to the vacant ticket window. He takes care of the tickets then leads you up the few metal stairs to the loading area. It’s far more rickety than you’re comfortable with; you unconsciously step closer, your shoulder bumping against his, anchoring you. It will be fine, you tell yourself.

Seconds pass before the car in front of you stops, and the ride attendant is lifting the bar to let the passengers out. You’d think seeing the small children scramble off laughing would make you feel better, but it’s to no avail - that sinking feeling has taken hold, and you’ve got to face it head on. Brandon nudges you slightly, letting you walk in front of him and slowly take a seat. The car swings when you sit down, and you have to drop his hand to let him take his place beside you. He’s watching your every move, eyes locked on your face to make sure this really is okay, that you can handle this. You’re able to force a pained smile, and his chuckle fills the air, a comfort. 

The sound of the attendant telling you to ‘have fun’ is muffled in your ears. You register that that was your warning, as the car begins moving immediately after. It’s not unbearably fast, though it is fast enough to make you gasp. You focus on taking in a slow breath through your nose, and holding it in to try to calm your racing heart. 

Eventually, you’re able to get used to the sensation. Your eyes, though fixed straight ahead of you, take in the bird’s eye view, and it’s mesmerizing. You can see the entire fairground  from up there: crowds of people, tops of tents, lights, rides, everything. Off in the distance, the sun is starting to set behind the mountains: the purple sky tapering off into pink, orange and yellow. It’s stunning, and it actually does help to calm you, just a little bit.

“See, you’re alright, darlin’, it’s not so bad..” Brandon coos. As if on cue, the car jerks suddenly, then stops. You scramble closer to Brandon on the seat, nearly curling yourself into a ball your limbs are pulled in so tightly. Shaking hands have a death grip on the lap bar, and your eyes are squeezed shut, willing away the anxiety swirling in your stomach.

You can feel Brandon’s arms coming around you, holding you to his chest, fingers smoothing down your arm. “Shhh, it’s okay,” he coos. “I’ve got you.” He keeps you there as the ride finally starts moving again, talking about anything and everything that pops into his head. You know he’s trying to distract you, and thankfully, it’s working. You mind can’t race when he’s so close, when you’re inhaling the clean scent of his shirt. His arms anchor you in your reality; there’s no reason for alarm, Brandon is here. Brandon will take care of you, he’ll keep you safe. The peace that thought brings you is addictive. 

It’s enough for you to almost enjoy the rest of the ride on the ferris wheel. The jerking of the car is still uncomfortable, still makes your stomach drop, but it’s not as hard to manage with Brandon there. You can take in the views, let everything bombard your senses, protected under the weight of his arms, of his concern. 

*

After disembarking the ferris wheel, you and Brandon make your way inside the exhibition hall. It’s crowded, slightly overwhelming, but then Brandon’s there, taking your hand and grounding you. You wander from exhibit to exhibit with a smile on your face, making light small talk with Brandon as you go. He’s so attentive to you, always looking for your feedback, ensuring you’re enjoying yourself. Really, you’re enjoying the excitement just emanating off of Brandon. He’s absolutely in his element: getting to explore the newest equipment for the ranch, meeting other local ranch hands, swapping stories and tricks of the trade. He’s adorable, and it’s making your heart really happy to experience this side of him. 

After you’ve walked away from what might be your fifth booth offering the latest in herding technology, Brandon turns to you with a sheepish smile. “Thank you for humoring me. I know this isn’t all that exciting but-“

You’re shaking your head immediately, jumping to reassure him. “I’m having a great time.” 

“Yeah?” His eyes are hopeful, and you chuckle softly. 

“Yes. I promise.” You stop suddenly when you hear a familiar song coming from the tent just off to the left ahead of you, processing you’ve finally found the live band. “Oh, I love this song,” you muse. 

Again, he cracks that gorgeous smile. “Well c’mon then,” he insists. He tugs on your hand, leading you up the pathway and right into the tent. The music’s much louder there, the crowd far more dense. 

“What are you doing?”

“Dance with me,” he insists. There’s quite a few other people with the same idea, the open area in front of the stage filled with various swaying couples. Brandon doesn’t wait for you to respond, just walks the two of you out into the middle of the floor. He rests his free hand on your waist, lifting your entwined hands up a little higher and stepping in close. “This alright?”

“Yes,” you breathe. You’re so close your cheek is brushing his chest. There’s a heady scent filling your nose: woodsy, but fresh, like stepping outside on a crisp morning, the remnants of an extinguished bonfire lingering. It’s lovely, and so distinctly Brandon. You’re probably not subtle about the way you inhale deeply, taking him in, savoring. 

Ever the gentleman, he grants you your stolen moment, opting to ignore it. He just takes the lead, swaying the two of you around the makeshift dance floor, keeping you close. His palm is warm where it rests against you, his fingers gripping you a tiny bit tighter each time you accidentally step too close to someone else. Eventually, he draws you in even tighter, until you’re standing chest to chest. You sigh in content, letting your temple rest against his shoulder, eyes locked on where your hands are clasped. After a few moments, you feel him speak more than you hear it: the soft rumble buzzing. 

“Mm, what was that?” You mutter, craning your neck to glance up at him. 

“I asked if I could kiss you…” his low voice trails off, and you nod your head eagerly, tongue flicking out to wet your lips subconsciously. Brandon’s eyes follow your every move, hooded. He leans in, breath coming out in soft puffs against your cheeks. His eyes fall shut when he closes the distance, warm lips landing on yours. It’s slow, tentative, but you feel like you’ve been lit on fire. You reach a hand up and grip his shoulder, fingers twisting in the fabric of his shirt. You’re desperate to curl them into his hair, but you don’t want to overstep and risk shattering this moment. 

Brandon breaks away, nose bumping yours as he trails little kisses against your mouth. He’s so gentle, rhythmic in all of his movements. Your name falls from his lips in a sigh, and he pulls back slowly, lips brushing your skin as he goes. “Darlin’,” he breathes, “you’re gonna be the death of me.” It makes you chuckle, and you finally blink your eyes open. 

“I could say the same for you,” you jeer, matter-of-factly. And god, if it isn’t true. If you weren’t in too deep before, you’re barrelling toward head over heels now, heart enamored by this charming man.

___

Eventually, you do make your way off the dance floor. You’d both worked up quite the appetite, and Brandon insists he’s doing this “the proper way”. That results in him buying your meal, which you happily enjoy together on a picnic table in the setting sun. Since the kiss, it’s like an invisible barrier has deteriorated. There’s far more touching: soft brushes of fingers over skin, shoulder bumps, a far too sensual swipe of Brandon’s thumb over the corner of your mouth when he notices a splotch of lingering sauce there. It’s setting you on edge, but in the best way. And though you can’t be completely certain, it seems to be having the same effect on Brandon. 

After you finish eating, you return to wandering the exhibits, hand in hand. But the air has shifted now. Your mind keeps playing back that kiss, his lips against yours, his shoulder beneath your fingers. Your head is reeling with countless scenarios, potentially jumping to conclusions enough that you finally speak up. “You ready to head out?” You ask, voice low. Peering up at Brandon through your lashes, you see him nod, jaw set. 

From there, the world moves in fast forward. You remember making your way off the fairgrounds, to Brandon’s waiting truck. You remember climbing inside, the way he was immediately reaching for your hand across the console. Neither of you say much as he drives, perhaps afraid to shatter this moment. Of course you’re thinking about what will happen when you arrive at the ranch, what the kiss meant, what you want it to mean. There’s an important distinction there, one you’ll have to give considerable thought to, later. Now, Brandon’s pulling the truck up alongside the house, killing the engine and racing around to get your door for you.

He’s just as much a gentleman as ever when he walks you to your room. It’s clear he has no expectations, but he’s wringing the edge of his hat in his hands like he’s nervous. “Bran-“

“I’d really like to kiss you again, darlin’,” he drawls. “Hell, I’d like to do a whole lot more than kiss you.”

Two steps it all it takes until you’re chest to chest, your eyes wide and pleading as you look up at him. “Brandon... Please.” 

He takes his time- slow sensual kisses, his hands tentatively touching your body, modestly at first, just your shoulders or your arms. His hat dropped to the floor, long forgotten in favor of ghosting his fingers over your skin. The anticipation is driving you wild, your heart beating out of your chest. He grows bolder with each swipe of his tongue over your lips, in your mouth, until he’s finally cupping your breast through your dress. He grins at the little choked off sound you make, pulling away to watch you. His eyes are hooded, never leaving your figure when you walk backwards to your bed, pulling your dress over your head and dropping it to the floor in a heap.

His gaze races over every inch of your skin, drinking in your body- your breasts, your thighs, all perfect smooth skin just begging to be touched. His hands tremble when he reaches out for you, but you just smirk and step further out of his reach, laying back on your bed, legs spread, eyebrows raised. It’s an invitation, unabashed, desperate, aligned with your need for him.

He’s hasty in pulling off his own clothes, shirt going first, and you moan out loud at the sight of his shoulders. You’d felt them, but seeing the cut of them, his tanned skin, up close like this, nothing could’ve prepared you. Your eyes trace down the deep cut of his abs, his v-line as his fingers pop the button of his jeans. He lets them hang from his hips as he clambers onto the bed, crawling on his knees until he’s between your outstretched legs. One hand tangles in your hair, the other reaching around to unclasp your bra as he busies your mouth with his tongue. When your breasts spring free his mouth is on them in an instant, kneading, kissing, sucking, biting… 

He trails his hot mouth further, your skin scorching under his touch- low enough for his teeth to grip the hem of your panties. He watches your every move as he drags them down, kissing your ankle then sliding back up. “Open these pretty legs for me darlin’, please?” He whispers. 

“Brandon,” you whine, breathless.

He shushes you, running a soothing hand up and down your bare thigh. “I’ll take care of you,” he promises. Then, ever so slowly, he presses your legs open even wider. Your eyes squeeze shut, the chill in the air mixed with the feeling of being so exposed all hitting you at once. Brandon soothes you with a kiss to your temple, his lips dropping down to whisper in your ear. “So beautiful, spread open for me like this,” he begins. He teases his pointer finger over your entrance, gathering the wetness and dragging it along your lips. “And soaking wet for me. God, look at you…” He starts to circle your clit, teasing, eyes glued to where your mouth has fallen open in a gasp. Steadily, your breathing starts to deepen, and Brandon can see the strain on your face. 

Without warning, Brandon brings his hand down and slides a finger inside of you, pumping it in and out quickly. He revels in the gasping breaths you take, the sight of you biting your lip sending all of the blood rushing to his cock. He’s hardening quickly, his dick pressing uncomfortably against the zipper of his jeans. Right now, though, his focus is on you. He’s desperate to get you to see stars, call out his name while you throw your head back. So he slips another finger inside of you, angling his hand so his palm is brushing against your clit each time he presses back in. 

Your body responds beautifully to Brandon’s ministrations. You open up for him so easily, your walls clinging to his fingers, greedy and desperate for more. You whimper when he pushes in deep, his eyebrows shooting up in question. He pulls his hand back, and slips a third finger in, this time pressing in and holding, keeping pressure on your sensitive walls.

Above him, you let out a long moan, your eyes flying open. “B-Brandon,” you groan, your hands twisting tightly into the sheets.

“That it, baby girl? That your spot?” He mumbles. He tests the waters even further, stroking his fingers against you. Your entire body shivers and you whine. Your hips start grinding down against him, craving that friction against your clit. He can feel how close you are, your body tightening around him, locking him in place so you can chase your pleasure. “Go ahead, darlin’,” he encourages. “I’m here to please you. Take what you need.” His lips once again press to your neck, this time, his tongue and teeth entering into the mix. As he nibbles against your skin, you work your hips against him, grinding down quickly. Brandon rewards your efforts by sliding his thumb up and pressing it flat against your clit. He holds it there, while you thrash against him, whimpering his name over and over like a mantra. He bites down, hard, and flicks his tongue out to soothe it, and that’s enough to push you over the edge. 

Your back arches even further as you come, your eyes squeezed shut as pleasure overcomes you. Brandon strokes you right through it, keeping you stimulated as you come down. After a moment, it’s almost too much for you to handle, and you reach down to grab his wrist. A whine of protest leaves your lips when Brandon doesn’t budge, an infuriating smirk on his face when he brings his head up. “Easy, easy,” he coos. His free hand reaches down and shoves at his jeans. It takes him a moment and some awkward maneuvering to get them down his legs, his tight boxer briefs leaving nothing to the imagination. You can see how hard he is, and you feel arousal seep from your entrance, over Brandon’s fingers and onto the sheets beneath them. You know if you were in your right mind, you’d be mortified, but right now, with Brandon looking at you like he’s never seeing something so beautiful, you couldn’t care less.

Brandon manages to kick his briefs off, his hand stroking his cock slowly. His fingers are still inside of you, pumping in and out, prolonging the floating feeling. Your legs are starting to feel like jelly, but your mouth is practically watering at the sight of him. He’s long, and thick, and a beautiful shade of pink. You can see the thick vein wrapped around him throbbing, and your pussy aches with the need to be filled by him. He moans your name, “darlin’, can I- do you want to?”

“God, Brandon, yes,” you groan. “I need you, please.” Your eyes are blown wide, hair strewn about wildly, and Brandon has to grip his base tightly at the sight.

Slowly, he withdraws his fingers, and maintains eye contact with you as he brings them to his lips. He flicks his tongue out and swirls it around each one, cleaning every lost drop off of his skin. Then, he moves up the bed, his hips once again pushing your legs even further open. 

“Condom,” you breathe. Your limbs are so heavy, but your body is thrumming for him, slick dripping down your thighs. As Brandon grabs for the wallet in his jeans, your teeth latch onto his collar bone. His fingers are shaking as he comes up with the condom, a triumphant look crossing his features. You suck a mark into his skin when he rolls it on, his throaty groan filling the room.

With a steady hand on his cock, he guides himself to your entrance, his lips seeking out yours desperately. You’re sucking his tongue into your mouth when he finally slips inside, the warm, firm nudge of his cock against you already making you see stars. Brandon breaks the kiss with a drawn out moan, dropping his forehead against yours. He stays there, panting against your lips until his hips are against your ass, cock fully sheathed inside of you. 

It feels like a punch straight to the gut. You’ve never felt so full, so split open before. Brandon is just so big- his shoulders, his hips, everything. His body looms over you, trapping you against the mattress. His hips roll slowly, just testing the waters, and your eyes roll back. He’s overwhelming every one of your senses. 

“You’re so perfect-“ He groans, “feel so good. Can I move? Wanna bury myself in you so deep.”

This is a side of Brandon you had never expected to see, but you’re already so desperate for it. You nod your head rapidly, unable to get the words out. Brandon takes the green light and draws his hips back, thrusting so deeply inside of you. He sets a toe curling pace, making sure you feel every inch of him drag against you. When you arch your back again, he gets an arm around your waist, holding your body tightly to him. This new angle lets him force himself even deeper, and you grip onto his shoulders tightly.

You can feel your hardened nipples dragging against him, catching on the muscles in his chest and his stomach. He’s grunting lowly in your ear, the sound making your clit throb deliciously each time it leaves his lips. Without warning, Brandon hits that spot inside of you, and you dig your nails into his skin. You cry out for him, raking your fingers down his back, and Brandon hisses. “Feel what you do to me, sweetheart?” He grunts. “This is all for you. Fuck, so beautiful.” 

“Brandon- I’m- god, I’m so close,” you croak. You kiss every inch of him you can reach, drag your soft cheek against the stubble on his chin. It makes your whole body shiver, and your toes curl against the sheets. 

“Let go,” Brandon instructs. “I’m right behind you. Let me feel you come on my cock.” His hushed words are what do you in- you come for the second time, clinging to Brandon like he’s your only lifeline. Your voice cracks as you shout his name, a sob heaving from your chest. 

Brandon fucks you straight through the euphoria, his hips slapping against yours as he chases his own release. His thrusts grow erratic, and you feel him throb inside of you before he’s coming. His face gets buried into your neck, his body pining you to the mattress. All two hundred plus pounds of glorious muscle is resting on top of you, his cock pulsing as he floods the condom.

You stay this way for a while, until Brandon goes completely soft inside of you and your breathing is nearly back to normal. You wince when Brandon pulls out, your walls clenching around nothing. The empty feeling makes your whine, and Brandon placates you with a kiss to your lips. “Wait here, darlin’,” he mutters.

Clumsily, he rolls off his bed and pads to the bathroom. There, he trashes the condom, grabs two towels and runs them under the tap before turning and heading back to the bed. He cleans himself off quickly before climbing back between your legs. You hiss when he runs the towel over your folds, gently, with so much care. When he’s finished, the towels too get tossed over his shoulder, and he takes you into his arms with a sigh. 

You cuddle in close to his chest, pressing your nose against his skin and breathing him in deeply. You’re sated, and so, so happy your body is nearly thrumming with it. Brandon’s fingers are stroking slowly through your hair, his heart beating steady against your chest. 

As you take in a deep breath, the blissful moment seems to shatter, and you’re left with that nagging feeling in the back of your mind. You can’t shake its insistence, particularly now that you’ve been intimate with one another. Brandon had been so exposed, so raw and candid with you, and you aren’t being completely honest with him. This isn’t meant to last. How can it? Staying in Montana has never been an option. This is not the kind of life you ever envisioned for yourself, and even with the belief that it could be creeping in, it’s not sustainable. 

Brandon’s voice cuts through the silence of the room, raspy and deep. “You know, I never thought I could feel like this again,” he admits. He sighs, pecking the corner of your mouth quickly. Your heart aches in your chest, remorse flooding you. How could you allow this to happen? How could you do this to him?

“Brandon…” you choke, throat constricting. You can’t look at him, terrified of the expression you know you’ll find on his face. He’s too understanding, too kind, too good. You haven’t been fair to him; selfishly leading him on, sleeping with him, falling for him- No. It’s just circumstantial, you tell yourself. It can’t mean anything more than that. Your car will be fixed soon, and you’ll be off to Seattle. That’s the way it has to be. “We can’t.”

You hear him take in a deep breath, his chest expanding as it fills. Seconds pass, silence growing tense. He doesn’t say anything, and you know you have to fill the void, it’s excruciating. “You know we can’t do this.” 

It was the wrong thing to say, and Brandon’s face is evidence of that. He sits up beside you, deep eyes locked on your face. “No,” he says. “I don’t.” 

You gather the sheet over your chest and sit up too, hands shaking. “I’m sorry, we’re just-”

“Stop saying ‘we’,” he cuts in. “Because this isn’t a joint decision.”

He’s right. Maybe it's easier to justify to yourself if you also put this on him. We can’t be together, we met at the wrong time, we’ll never make it. It doesn’t matter if you believe all of that to be true - it isn’t Brandon making that decision with you. You’re making it for him, but there isn’t any way to separate yourself from this; at least, you don’t want to. 

You know that taking ownership over this means facing the consequences of forcing an ending before there’s ever truly been a beginning. But can’t it also be true that you shouldn’t give up your life for a ‘maybe’? For something that could amount to nothing more than a fling, when everything is waiting for you in Seattle? Why does that risk have to be yours alone?

“I just mean-”

He shakes his head. “You’re afraid.” 

He says it so matter-of-factly, with such conviction it’s like you’ve had the wind knocked out of you. There’s so much truth in that. Intimidating truth that has you cowering and protecting yourself.

“I’m being realistic,” you try. Your voice cracks. His expression is hard, jaw set. Disappointment has replaced the compassion you’ve grown so accustomed to: the soft look of reverence he usually wore when his eyes were on you has waned. That might hurt you the most. 

“You’re not,” he insists. “You’re afraid, and you’re running.” His tone remains even, but his fingers flex where they’re resting in his lap. You can tell he’s struggling to remain calm. “What changed? Between this moment, and when I asked you on a date? You wanted this…” The way he hesitates over those words makes your stomach lurch.

“Of course I wanted this,” you assure. You’ll never allow him to feel he’d coerced you in any way. 

He nods. “Then why?” 

“I’m moving to Seattle. I never should’ve given you the impression this could-”

He shakes his head, huffing out a humorless laugh. “It wasn’t an impression. I know you feel what I feel. I know there’s something here.” It’s the first time he’s explicitly said it, and you curse the warmth that blossoms inside you. There’s no denying he’s right, but this can’t carry on. Not for a ‘let’s see where this goes’. It will leave the two of you broken, resenting one another and yourself for daring to believe otherwise. 

“It doesn’t matter,” you whisper. 

“It does.” 

“It can’t.” You blink harshly, trying to will away the tears that have formed in your eyes, but it's hopeless. They fall freely, dropping onto the sheet draped over you. Your grip tightens, pulling the fabric closer, clinging to it. “Brandon, this is foolish. Nothing is going to come from this.”

“You still haven’t given me a reason why.” He’s speaking slowly, enunciating each word, as if he believes he’ll be able to change your mind if he approaches this carefully, clearly. 

You’re quiet for a long time then, processing. His words hang in between you like an early morning fog: willfully ignored, but desperately trying to be perceived. They give you pause, not enough to make you reconsider, but to allow for the ache to grow in your chest. “I can’t give up everything for-” You cut yourself off, shaking your head.

“For me?” He mutters. 

You chance a glance up at him, taking in his forlorn figure. His shoulders are slumped, gaze empty. He doesn’t wait for you to reply, just throws the sheet off his body and stands up from the bed. “Brandon, no. That’s not what I was going to say.” 

He isn’t listening. He’s focused on tugging his clothes back on, eyes glued to the floor beneath his feet. His back is turned to you, but you can see the tension mounting, the anger taking form in his body. Fully dressed, he turns on his heel, staring straight through you. “Say it.” 

“What?” 

“Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you think I’m not worth it.” His words flatten you. It’s all over him how devastated he is. You’d selfishly indulged, had neglected to set the boundary from the beginning; his thinking is logical, but it destroys you.

You shake your head. You can’t tell him that, because it's simply not true. You do want this, maybe more than you’d let yourself admit, and it’s been lurking in the back of your mind for weeks now. But it’s a risk; uncalculated, with the potential to destroy everything in its path. It’s not about wanting this. That would be easy. You just can’t have this. 

“You are worth it, Brandon,” you tell him. You’re scrambling off the bed now, struggling to find your own clothes and pull them back on. When you get close, he backs away, toward the door. It hurts, god it hurts to have him looking at you like you’d slapped him across the face. But there’s no way to make this better. You can’t give him what he wants, as much as you wish you could. Your life is waiting for you in Seattle: the apartment you’re continuing to pay for, the job you’ll start as soon as you arrive. You can’t give up everything for a hope and a prayer. 

You reach out for him, only to have his hand snatched away. “I’m sorry.” This opens the floodgates for you. Tears come much faster, your shoulders shaking with it. “I’m sorry, Brandon. I don’t want to hurt you, but I can’t give up my entire life.” 

He just stares at you, eyes blinking slowly. You can almost see the gears turning in his head, everything clicking into place. Eventually, he nods. “Won’t be long until you’re back on the road now. Off to better things.” He’s sour, resentful, and his words sting like you’d been gripping something too tightly. You hate that he feels you think so little of him, but that’s exactly how it looks. You’re walking away for a chance at something that what? Could be better? Could make you happy? 

“Please don’t-'' you try, but your voice cracks. It’s impossible to get the words out, but you’re desperate to communicate with him. This is the last thing you’d ever wanted. 

“I’m just giving you what you want,” he shrugs. “I was just a way for you to pass the time. I won’t hold you back.” 

Anger drips from every word. You see him gripping the doorknob, just waiting for the moment to throw it open, to walk away. “This’ll never be enough for a big city girl like you,” he continues. “So if you want your excuse to run again, here it is.” With that, he opens the door, backs out of the room, and slams it hard behind him. 

[quindolyn]

can you write a james potter smut with a lot of choking, hair pulling and degradation :))

Patience Pays Off || James Potter

Word Count: 3834

A/N: I haven’t written in forever but this was for @randomoutsiders because it’s her birthday today. I know that I’m posting this after midnight her time but it’s still 9 here so I’m still celebrating Isa’s birthday. I love you baby. I’m still getting the hang of dom Jamie because in my head he’s my little sub and I have a hard time as seeing him as anything but the softest dom so this isn’t perfect

Warnings: rough sex, degradation, face slapping, spanking, dumbification, slapping reader’s tits, I think that’s it?

Masterlist

You were proud of yourself for making it through the entirety of the day without a major incident, since your first class of the day a fire had been burning in your belly, beginning as a mere flame before erupting into a blazing wildfire. Consuming you from the inside out.

The littlest thing made the fire burn hotter and brighter, the way James’ muscles flexed under his uniform as he walked through the hallways, shoulders back and arm around your waist like he owned the place. 

You couldn’t help but whimper, catching a glimpse of his toned abdomen as he stretched his arms upwards, loosening himself up after being hunched over a desk all day. You felt your heart skip a beat in your chest watching his hand grip his quill, jotting down notes in his sloppy handwriting.

All you could think about was how many better things we could do with those hands, how wasted they were on Transfiguration.

You couldn’t bear the thought of having to sit through dinner, watching his hands flex as he shoveled food from his plate into his mouth, eyes trained on his lips as he licked them clean of the remnants of his meal. It sounded like hell, but when you’d tugged on his sleeve right before the two of you entered the Great Hall, murmuring into his shoulder about how you just wanted to go up to his dorm you’d been shot down.

Knowing why you were so desperate to escape up to his dorm James simply told you to be patient as he tugged you into the hall, quickly ushering you over to your usual seat with his best friends and roommates. 

The whole endeavor had been just as hellish as it had sounded and by the time James was leading you up the stairs to his dorm, Remus and Sirius having disappeared to the Astronomy tower together.

As the door latched behind you you threw yourself at James’ chest, grappling for his shoulders as you smeared your forehead against his strong shoulder. 

“Daddy,” You mewled, feeling your pussy throb at the very feeling of his body under your hands as you dug your fingers into his shoulders.

James’ deep chuckle sounded from above you and you could feel the vibrations against your head, “Someone’s needy,” His large hand reached up, his fingers combing through your hair before anchoring themselves up towards the root of your hair. 

Using his hold on you he pulled your head backward so that you were forced to peer up at him, eyes wide and hazy from hours of being teased. Tears were beginning to well in your eyes as the sexual frustration of the day began to wash over you.

“M’not needy,” You whimpered, pushing yourself into him because even though you were pressed together it wasn’t enough. You needed more. 

“No baby? Not needy?” He asked, cocking his head to the side as hazel eyes held yours, the very feeling of his eyes on you had you squirming.

“No Daddy, not needy,” You insisted.

What succeeded that  was so abrupt that you almost didn’t register it but James lifted his hand, bringing it down against the side of your face, pulling a pathetic whine from you as the pain from his hand blossomed across your face. Instinctively you brought your hand up to soothe the warming flesh of your cheek but James caught your wrist before you could get too far.

“Don’t lie to me slut,” He growled, eyes darkening as he gazed down at you, said gaze hardening considerably, 

“That hurt,” You sniffed but the boy paid you no mind. 

“You’ve been needy for me all day, spent all of Charms hanging off my arm, ready to take my cock right there where everyone would’ve seen you. But you were too needy to even think about that.”

You felt shame pool in the pit of your belly at his statement, because no matter how much you’d try to deny it he was right. You would’ve let him take you right there if he wanted to. You could hear James’ voice ring through your head, Daddy’s needy girl.

“Am I wrong baby?” He asked almost like he could read your mind.

You shook your head but quickly remembered that you were to answer him verbally, “No Daddy, you’re not wrong.”

“There we go,” He cooed, bringing his thumb to the seal of your lips before pushing past it and letting his thumb rest against the flat of your tongue. You began sucking on the digit the second it landed on your tongue, humming around his finger as your eyes fluttered closed.

“Eyes open,” Your eyes were startled open as his rough fingers pinched at your clothed nipple through your uniform top and bra. 

James was silent as he let his eyes drag over your form, face open and pleading, your chest was heaving from the effort it took not to collapse onto the floor, your legs looking like they were about to buckle as your trembling knees knocked against each other.

“Were you horny all day baby?” He wondered as though the idea had just dawned on him.

You nodded, James' finger still lodged in your mouth before he slipped it out, wiping it clean not on his clothes but the material of your skirt. 

“On the bed bunny, and get all these pesky clothes off, I want my pretty whore naked for me.”

You scrambled to comply with his command, fingers clumsily pulling buttons through their respective holes before shrugging the garment off your shoulders allowing it to land somewhere on the floor around you. Your bra quickly followed and having already shed your footwear that left you only in the uniform skirt that had ridden up your thighs to the point where it was useless, barely even covering your panty clad pussy much less your ass.

You didn’t dare glimpse up at James to silently plead for help, knowing it would only ensure more mocking and teasing and you weren’t quite sure if you would be able to stand it. Instead, you stayed struggling with the difficult clasp at the top of the skirt’s zipper, slippery fingers struggling with the small hook.

“What? Can’t get it undone pretty baby?” James asked you from where he stood at the foot of the bed, you stood to the left of the mattress, brows furrowed as your head was dropped to examine the hook.

Your eyes flashed upwards, meeting James’ lust clouded gaze, hazel eyes trained on your face, he was doing little, if anything, to mask the sly smirk forming on his face from watching you fumble uselessly.

“It’s hard,” You insisted, quickly returning your eyes to the task at hand.

“I’m sure it is when you’re a dumb baby.”

“M’not dumb!” You raised your head in indignation, glaring at the boy who stood there as cockily as ever. 

“What was that?” His tone was harder than it had been mere seconds ago, the cocky smile slipping from his lips, “Who do you think you are, talking back?”

“You called me dumb Daddy,” You mumbled pathetically, casting your head down as the boy approached you, meeting your smaller figure in only a few strides, “And m’not,” Your voice stalled as your eyes lifted to meet the somber look on James’ face, “M’not dumb.”

James’ following silence was worse than any physical punishment he could dole out to you, the longer you stood there, eyes locked on James’, the louder your heartbeat became in your head. 

“Not dumb, huh? Then why is your skirt still fucking on? Did I say you could stop?”

At his words, your eyes dropped back down to the clasp where you found your fingers had stilled, almost shaking due to the intensity of his stare but no longer working on the task you’d been assigned.

Your fingers began to twitch again, trying to figure out the complicated clasp (though it was really only complicated thanks to the fog that had seemed to settle over your mind) but before you could make any progress the piece of fabric was torn from your waist with a force that had you reeling.

You could barely register the stinging along the skin of your waist and hips, all you knew was that there was a rush of slick flooding your pussy at James’ impressive show of strength. 

“Fucking useless,” The dark haired boy murmured, “Have to do everything myself.” As the words tumbled from his lips his large hands found the mounds of your breasts, squeezing them to the precipice where pain overrode pleasure. 

It took everything you had in you to not let your head tip back at the stimulation and let out the most pathetic whine. Knowing James would only use it as fuel was the only thing that kept you contained.

“Can get your panties off can’t you?” His right hand trailed down your form before encountering the waistband of said underwear, slipping a finger underneath it to pull the strap away from your hip before letting go and letting it snap back against your skin.

The contact stung but not enough for you to argue it with him, having wanted him all day you needed him, and you needed him now. Not even the wanting to voice your disdain for his action was going to get in the way of that. 

“Yes, Daddy,” You murmured obediently, sliding the panties down your hips before stepping out of them. A swift pat on the ass had you scampering onto the bed where you positioned yourself on your knees, hands clasped in your lap as you awaited James’ instruction

“Look at you,” The brunette muttered, a strong finger catching under the curve of your chin and using it to direct your visage upwards towards his, “On your knees for me like you know you’re supposed to be.”

“S’because I’m your good girl,” You mewled, trying to lean into James’ touch, seeking the comfort that came with it but sensing your intentions James quickly pulled his hand back, leaving you desperate for him to touch you.

Your thirst for said touch was quickly satisfied when he gripped your jaw in his hand, pushing your cheeks together, your lips forced out into a pout. You were sure that the grip he had on you was melding bruises into the side of your voice but you couldn’t summon the energy to care.

You were embarrassed to admit that the rough hold James had on you sent a tingle down your spine, a familiar throbbing in your pussy. 

“Gonna see how good for me you can actually be,” With those words James pushed your shoulders back onto the bed where you landed with a soft thud, straightening out your legs so that James could grab ahold of your ankles and wind them around his waist, pulling closer to you to trail his lips up the length of your torso. Leaving sloppy open mouthed kisses until he came to your tits, pinching each nipple between his fingers.

He delighted in the little whine you let out at that, using it as an invitation to roll the rosy buds between his fingers before palming your breasts, his large hands engulfing them. James groped the flesh before releasing your tits from his hold, an involuntary whimper leaving your lips at the lack of stimulation before he brought the palms of his hands down against them, smacking them harder than he had your face. 

“Fuck,” You breathed, attempting to clench your thighs together but met by the resistance of James’ hips positioned between them.

“Watch your mouth,” James scolded absentmindedly as he returned his mouth to your body, sucking hues of yellow and blue and purple into the soft skin before soothing the marks with his tongue. This gentle touch immediately followed by him nipping harshly at the forming bruises was jarring, jarring enough to have you bucking up into his hips. 

“Daddy please,” You’d had enough of the teasing touches and mocking smiles, you’d had enough of it all except for the one thing you really needed, his cock. 

“Use your words slut, tell me what you want.” 

“Want you please, want your cock. Need it so bad Daddy, so so bad,” You begged unabashedly, scratching your fingernails along his shoulder blades as you tried to pull him closer and closer to you.

“Desperate little cockwhore, want my cock so badly,” James grinned as he pushed himself off both you and the bed, peering down at your frame as he made quick work of the belt of his buckle. The clinking of metal was music to your ears and enough to have you propping yourself up on your elbows to watch him as he disrobed, shedding his clothes faster than any human reasonably should be able to.

Your mouth dropped open as James shed his last piece of clothing, inching his boxers down his muscled thighs until the length of his cock was able to pop out, escaping the restraints of the underwear. 

Though he hadn’t been letting on, his prick was all you needed to see to know he was as turned on as you were, just much better at hiding it. A good 8 inches in length his cock stood proud and tall, already engorged with blood the tip was a pretty rose color that seemed to be darkening by the second and you couldn’t help but lick your lips at the very sight of it. 

James took immense pleasure in watching your face as he worked his fist up and down his length, relishing in the way your eyes darkened considerably every time the head poked out the top of his fist.

“Hands and knees for me pretty slut,” You pushed yourself into the requested position, arching your back like you knew James would want you to, making sure to push your ass as far up into the air as possible.

You inhaled sharply as you felt the mattress shift, knowing that it was James settling in behind you you felt your pulse speed up, the anticipation was palpable as James smeared the leaking head of his cock over the globes of your ass.

“My whore, letting me rub my cock on her ass, making her all sticky and messy,” James punctuated his remark with a slap to your ass, though not the first time his hands had come down against you that night it for certain came with the most force behind it. You jolted forward at the impact before quickly sliding back into your position.

You could feel the blood rushing to your ass as it warmed under James’ hand which was now rubbing the afflicted area in attempts to soothe the skin. All efforts were in vain though when the hand was drawn back once again and brought down on almost the exact same spot. 

This time he managed to pull a strangled gasp from you, the pain only contributing to the heat beginning to boil in the pit of your belly. 

“Please,” You whined, arching your back even more and pushing your ass up against James, needing for him to relent and fill you up like you knew he could, “I’m done being patient I just need you.”

“Like you were ever patient, to begin with.”

“I was, I spent all day waiting for you to get up so you could fuck me and-”

Your bratty words had gotten you just what you wanted, James cut you off mid sentence as he pushed his cock into you, not even easing himself in he simply impaled you on his member. Hands found your hips and pulled you back to meet his so that your ass was still high in the air and he could be as deep inside of you as possible.

“Happy now you fucking cockslut? Happy now that Daddy’s fucking his pretty pussy?”

“Y-yes Daddy, your pussy” You stuttered out as the force of James’ thrusts dropped you down from your hands to your elbows, your hair tumbling in front of your face and effectively obscuring your vision.

This issue was quickly fixed as you felt James tug you up by your hair, using it to stabilize himself as he thrusted in and out of your ribbed walls. The friction his movement provided felt incredible, accompanied by the feeling of being full of his cock had the pleasure in your belly continuing to simmer.

If the distinctly wet sound of your pussy was any indicator you were absolutely soaked, James’ rough handling of you only reminding you how big and strong your boyfriend really was, how if he wanted to he could break you.

The pleasure in your belly was building quickly, with every sound of skin slapping against skin you felt your pussy ache, no matter that you were already stuffed full of his cock already. You needed more, you always needed more of him. 

“Slutty bunny,” James grunted as he planted his hands on your hips to hold you into place as he lifted his hips, able to reach deeper and deeper inside of you, “Such a whore for my cock, drooling over me all day. Is this what you wanted baby? Wanted Daddy to fuck you?”

“Yes! S’what I wanted, feels so good.”

“Of course it does, cock sluts just need to be full of Daddy’s cock, is that what you want bunny?”

“Yes, Daddy!” You screamed as you felt yourself being pushed further and further towards the edge of orgasm. Dancing dangerously close to the precipice of pleasure, so close you risked cumming without permission, and after hours and hours of desperation, you couldn’t afford to disappoint him. 

“Can feel you clenching around me slutty girl, you feel so fucking good around me, it’s like you were made for my cock.”

“I was Daddy, was made for your cock,” You were ready to say anything you needed to in order to get James’ permission to cum. Having abandoned all embarrassment, all shame, you didn’t care how much of a fool you’d make of yourself you just needed to cum. 

“That’s right slutty baby, you wanna cum? You wanna cum for Daddy?” 

His offer was enough to have you squealing if you weren’t gasping for breath with every powerful thrust, but you summoned the breath from within you to speak just a few simple words, “Yes please, wanna cum, let me cum please Daddy, have needed to cum all day I need it I need it please.”

Taking pity on you due to the desperation conveyed through your words James grunted his assent as he continued pistoning in and out of you. Eyes clenched as he felt your walls spasm around him, not wanting to cum quite yet.

You released a string of curses as you allowed yourself to tip over the edge of pleasure, putting up no resistance as it swallowed you in your entirety. You felt warmth rush through your every nerve as you became painfully aware of every sound and texture around you. 

The sounds of James’ low moans, the feeling of the silky sheets against your swaying breasts, the heat that emanated from your partner’s palms which had found sanctuary on the small of your back. It was like it was all sharpened to maximize the pleasure already coursing through your body, the feeling of James still moving in and out of you was intoxicating as your vision began to white over. 

The briefly sharpened senses faded, the noise in the room seemed to quiet to a low hum as you came down from your orgasm. But relief wasn’t what you were met with, instead it was James, still buried balls deep inside of you, allowing you to ride out your orgasm completely around his cock.

“Made such a fucking mess,” To prove his point James’ fingers dipped into the slick that had gathered at the apex of your thighs. Bringing the cum covered hand up he swiped the wetness off onto your back, adoring the way you looked covered in your own release. 

“Thank you, Daddy,” You blubbered, “Thank you for letting me cum.”

“Not quite done bunny,” James expertly flipped you from your knees onto your back, eyes watching hungrily as your tits bounced, nipples still hard from him playing with them earlier, “Daddy hasn’t cum yet, thinking I’m gonna cum on your pretty tits, look so hot when they bounce for me.”

Once you were settled in on your back James resumed his movements in and out of your cunt, he too was quickly approaching his release and the feeling of you around him was absolutely heavenly.

“So fucked out for me baby,” James grunted as his right hand found your throat, long fingers curling around your neck easily before squeezing lightly, watching the way your eyes went wide, “Stupid slut’s dumb on my cock. Giving you what you asked for and you’re too dumb to even try to work for it, I’ve gotta do all the work.”

You whined out at his degradation, squirming underneath him as his assault on your cunt overstimulated you to the brink of a second orgasm.

“G-gonna cum again Daddy,” You warned him, eyes fluttering shut as pleasure overwhelmed each of your senses. Even the room reeked of sex. 

“Are you there baby? Gonna cum twice before Daddy’s even cum once, greedy little thing,” James squeezed harder on your throat to the point where your mind became even fuzzier and a new sort of cloud settled over your mind. Just as the fuzz was beginning to get to be too much he released his hold on your throat.

Feeling himself approach orgasm James pulled out of your pussy, his hand quickly finding his cock and pumping it up and down as quickly as his wrist would allow him.

“Gonna cum on your tits baby, gonna cum all over your titties,” He moaned as he straddled your waist, continuing to work his cock in his hand.

“Fuck, m’gonna cum,” You closed your eyes as rope after rope of hot, white cum was shot across your tits, a few landing higher up on your body decorating your neck and one even reaching the side of your cheek.

“That’s it, that’s a good girl.”

You whined as the cum decorated your skin, making you even more pathetic looking than you already were.

“My slutty baby looks so pretty covered in my cum,” James smirked, collecting a line of cum off your chest on his finger before bringing the digit to your already parted lips. You dutifully sucked the digit into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it before he pulled it from the warm cavity.

“M’not slutty,” You insisted.

“No? What kinda good girl lets her Daddy cum all over her then?”

You were silent, too gone to even begin to pick that fight.

“That’s right like I said, you’re my dumb slut.”

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[xpeachesncream]

fiend | one shot

f i e n d ;

a person who wants something really bad, and keeps coming back for more.

because that's exactly what you are with your boss who dicks you down properly, time and time again.

pairing: assistant!reader x ceo!yg

genre: ceo au | smut

words: 2.7k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, bondage, unprotected rough sex that makes you cry, multiple orgasms, breast play, fingering, oral (m. & f. receiving), pussy smacking, ass smacking, dirty talking, doggy style, choking, i think that’s it? 

note: uh, definitely filthiest smut i’ve ever written by far.. i’m sorry lmao i’m trying to experiment with smut and yoongi is the one i’ve decided to experiment with. again, pls excuse any errors. enjoy!

Your eyes drifted down the hallway, quickly making eye contact with your boss before you turned the corner. Soon after, you heard his foot steps following behind you, his fingers grazing the buttons of his blazer as he unbuttoned them and quickly loosened the tie around his neck as he continued to follow your path.

You bit your lip as you took one last look behind you, seeing him coming for you, the lust seeping through his skin. Apparent in his eyes. In his walk. The way he licked his bottom lip.

You turned the knob to a room, not knowing who's it was but you didn't give a single fuck. All these rich folk and their big ass homes, there was no way any of them truly and actually cared about each and every single room in the house. Before you could fully shut the door, your boss slips himself in, silently shutting it close for you and locking it.

"Running away from me?" Yoongi asks in your ear, his breath grazing your neck.

"There's no fun if I don't, right?" You slightly cock your head to the side, a smirk slowly growing at the corner of your lips. Suddenly, you feel the cold material from his tie wrap around your wrists.

"Hmm." He hums. "Now that I've got you though, you're not going anywhere." He says lowly, holding the tie tightly as he bends you forward onto the side of the drawer against the wall. He finishes tying his tie around your wrist, your breathing slightly hitching when he tightens it. You feel him lift the back of your dress up, your thong exposing your ass cheeks and your folds almost swallowing the material with how bent you are at the moment.

How you got here? You didn't know, but you also didn't care. Min Yoongi was one of the youngest thriving CEOs to exist and out of all applicants, he had chosen your innocent ass as his assistant. You literally had just graduated not too long ago, finding an ad for the position online as you nonchalantly surfed the web and did your rounds of poking for entry-level positions. It didn't contain many requirements, which sparked your interest. But you figured you'd never land the job having interviewed amongst other women and men who had been executive assistants previously for months, even years.

Little did you know that you'd star in your own Fifty Shades of Grey movie, and honestly, all this shit was worth it to you. You didn't care about the dirty ass looks the rest of the staff would give you. You didn't care about the shit talking they'd do. You were never one to worry about little things like that; You did you and you carried your own shit. You knew the women were jealous, and you knew they wanted to be you.

Why would you be mad about that?

It ultimately became Yoongi's weakness. You just had it like that.

You'd watch as they'd take your job and prepare Yoongi's coffee in the morning, hoping to bat an eyelash and shower him in compliments. You sat at your desk smirking to yourself at how hard they tried. Sometimes Yoongi would acknowledge it, most of the time - he didn't. Because he was fixated on you and you had yet to learn that.

He wasn't one to build relationships with his staff, he made sure to keep his personal life separate from his career. He didn't talk much in the beginning, having random people train you before he began to step in and show you the ropes himself. He'd come off cold at first, barely showing any expressions. Barely acknowledging you by name, even. But as time went on, you were able to exceed his expectations, doing things before he'd even ask and you found him slowly unraveling around you. He'd tell you goodmorning as soon as he'd catch sight of you at your desk. He'd ask how your day was. He'd ask for your opinion on certain things. He'd ask for you to fully handle his schedule because he loved the way you treated him so delicately, moving appointments around just so he'd have time to breathe and eat. Then, you'd catch his smile. His laugh. How he'd shower you in compliments, talking about how nice you looked that day. He'd leave you notes on your desk, thanking you for your hard work.

If you weren't mistaken, you had felt a small crush developing for your boss. But, you knew you had to keep it professional. That is - until Min Yoongi had caught on and acted on it. He stood behind you as he looked over your shoulder at the computer screen. He had one hand planted on your desk, while the other rested on the top of your chair. You looked up at him from your seat, his eyes locked onto yours. He edged his face closer to yours, locking your lips with his. You couldn't help but gasp as you quickly pulled away, pushing yourself off after reality had settled in. But he had grabbed your wrist ever so gently, shaking his head as he told you to stop holding back.  Something so innocent had turned lustful, full of desire and passion. You gave in and allowed him to get a taste of all of you. Once you were in, there was no going back. He fucked you so good that you could barely walk, fucking you in all places you could imagine - his office, his car, his home, his kitchen, balcony, now this party that was flooded with such highly important people. All you wanted was him, all you craved for was him; Just as he had craved for you every second of his day.

That's why your ass was bent over on someone's expensive ass black dresser, Yoongi's tie tied tightly around your wrists as he swipes his fingers down his tongue before giving your pussy a good smack. You let out a small whimper as he pulls your panties down and throws them aside, his tongue licking a stripe in between your folds.

"You gonna be a good girl for me?"

"Yes." You whimper once again when you feel him spread your cheeks to take full advantage of the position you were in. You feel his tongue gently probe your entrance before you hear him suck you dry, a slight chuckle releasing from his lips as he pulls away and starts to insert two fingers to stretch you out. His long fingers start slowly, Yoongi full out enjoying the sound of your wetness every time he pulls in and out. He curves his digits upwards, causing you to twitch on the drawer from how deep he's tickling your core.

"Ohhhhh, Yoongi, please." You mewl. Your hands are slightly getting tired from being held behind you, but at the same time, you're so fucking turned on at how rough he's handling you - like he had been wanting you all night. Which, he has. He couldn't believe the audacity you had to show up to this party in that tightly fitted dress, hugging you in all the right places. You caught on quick, teasing him throughout the night by grazing your hand against his, brushing your fingers across his manhood area ever so gently in passing, whispering how good he looked in his suit.

"Stay still. You said you'd be good." He says, quickening his pace while he held the tie down to keep your hands in place. The faster he pumps his fingers in and out of you, the quicker you feel yourself coming undone.

"Hohhhh, fuck." You moan. "I'm close."

"Gonna cum around these fingers, baby?" You want to hold on so badly, but you can't. And you don't. You find yourself trembling on top of the dresser, Yoongi licking up your mess and completely disregarding how overly sensitive you are right now. The pain turns into more pleasure for you, and you want nothing more than to feel him inside of you.

But he has other plans first. He wastes no time bringing you back up to standing position by holding his tie, aggressively getting you on your knees in the middle of the room.

"You better make good use of those hands when I let them go." He says, undoing his tie. You slightly wince at how sore you are from keeping your hands in one position for some time, but you brush it off as Yoongi stands in front of you, ready for you to unzip his pants and let his aching dick free. He loves watching you suck him on your knees, the sight of your pretty face and his dick going in and out of your mouth being something out of this world for him. He ain't ever gotten head so good until he's gotten it from you.

And so you're craving to make him feel just as good as he made you feel, gripping his hardened member when it springs free from his boxers, your tongue following its length like a guide. His dick wasn't the thickest, but it was long and that shit never failed to make you cum time and time again. That shit never failed to tear you up. You suck his tip, your tongue swirling around the pooling pre-cum before you pull back with a pop. You watch from below as he tilts his head back in pleasure, small moans leaving his mouth as his hands are tangled in your hair. He begins to lower you onto his dick, steadying the pace before he wants you to start taking him all the way. His tip tickles the back of your throat while he keeps you there for a good minute, tears streaming from your eyes as you choke on him, saliva trailing from your mouth and his tip once he tugs your head back.

"So fucking pretty when you take my shit like that." He smirks before biting his bottom lip, his grey hair lightly brushing past his eyes. You swallow him whole a couple of times more, more saliva trailing down his dick and between your mouth and his tip before he's satisfied with how fucked out you look simply from taking his dick down your throat. "What do you want me to do to you, pretty girl?"

"Fuck me, please." You whine. He grips your chin and stands you up to eye level.

"You want me?" You nod. "Tell me how much you want me, babygirl."

"I want you so bad, Yoongi. Please. Wanna feel you."

He smirks. "Gonna make you feel good, sweetheart. Don't worry about that." He doesn't hesitate to carry you, albeit he struggles a bit with his pants below his ankles, allowing you to wrap your legs around his torso before dropping you onto the bed. You wiggle yourself up a little higher before he crawls on top, his lips pressing against yours. The kiss quickly becomes messy, your hands getting tangled in his hair as his tongue sensually caressed your mouth. You moan into it while his hands work to bring the bottom portion of your dress above your waist. He pulls down your top portion just enough to expose your bare breasts, his hands giving them a good squeeze before taking your nipples in between his fingers and giving them a good pinch. You let out a small cry as he pulls away from the kiss, your nipples feeling incredibly hard and sensitive from his touch. He brings his mouth down to one nipple at a time, toying with it for a second by using his tongue to flick the bud around before sucking.

"That feels so good." You let out breathily. He lets out a small moan as he sucks on the other before bringing his mouth back up to yours. You wiggle yourself onto him, feeling his tip graze your folds, driving you insane. The heat is pooling in your core, almost unbearable at the fact.

"You want this dick in you now?" He whispers in your ear, nibbling at your earlobe right after. You let out a hiss as you nod, letting out a small whimper as you watch him pump his dick a few times below you. He inserts the tip, your mouth slightly open at how fucking good he feels slowly filling you up. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you grip onto his shirt while he bottoms out, the sound of your wetness bouncing off of the walls while he rolls his hips into you, working inwards and outwards. He keeps your legs open with his hands, making sure your wide enough to feel every inch of him inside of you.

"Fuuuuck, Yoongi." You moan. "Give it to me." He picks up his pace. "Just like that, just like that." You repeatedly whine until you can't cry it out any longer. The pleasure completely takes over your body as you bounce up and down in his grip, his eyes marveling at your titties bouncing around while he fucks you senselessly.

"Always so good to me." He groans. "Taking me in so perfectly. I wish you could see how fucking good you look crying out for me." You were absolutely perfect to him, in every way possible. The music outside is so loud at this point that you're sure no one can hear you yelling his name in this room. Your nails are digging into his clothed arms, his hands now making his way up to your neck to slightly grip onto it while he aggressively hammers into you.

"I'm gonna cum again." You manage to spit out as his hands are barely giving you room to speak. Sooner or later, one to two more powerful thrusts in, you feel yourself spiraling out of control, groaning as you tremble underneath him. He bites onto his bottom lip as he slows his pace to help you ride out your high and places a sloppy kiss onto your lips.

"Turn around for me." He says, you quickly obeying silently. He has you on your fours towards the edge of the bed, his tie now wrapped around your mouth and in between your teeth. He tugs on it ever so slightly to the side, getting a good look at your face before planting a kiss on on your neck. He quickly swipes his hand down your pussy, knowing full well how sensitive you still are. You twitch at the sensation, Yoongi letting out a small chuckle at how sexy and vulnerable you are right now. He slips himself in, letting out a moan at how wet you are around him. He holds onto his tie as he fucks into you quick, tears streaming down your cheeks. You let out a loud moan, but it's muffled through the material of his tie, enjoying every bit of the pain and pleasure your boss is bringing you at this moment. He grips your ass with his free hand before giving it a good smack, groans leaving his mouth as he pumps in and out.

"Who's pussy is this?" He leans forward and asks in your ear.

"Yours." You mumble.

"Who's?"

"Youuuuurs." You cry.

"Shit, babygirl. I'm gonna cum. Gonna fill you up so good." He leans back, his high coming to a close. Your eyes shut close as you feel your walls constrict around him at the same time he lets himself go, his cum coating your walls while you coat his dick. He lets the tie go gently, allowing you to breathe through your high, huffing and puffing to regulate yourself. You let out a small gasp feeling him remove himself from inside of you, cum leaking out of your throbbing pussy. You can barely fix your position, your legs trembling and weak from how fucked out you are. Yoongi takes a napkin from the nearby dresser, wiping you clean before getting himself together and helping you up.

"So much for enjoying the party like you wanted." You tease as you fix yourself in the full length mirror near the bed. Yoongi stands behind you, adjusting his blazer and shirt and tossing his tie aside since it had been drenched from your saliva.

"Didn't have to be such a tease."

"I thought that's what you wanted." He comes from behind you, lowering himself to your ear.

"You know I always want you though, so there's no need to be one. You ever think about that?" He says lowly near your ear as he lifts up your long lost panties with his finger.

[idy-ll-ique]

All Mine.

Pairing: Andy Barber x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: age gap, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, squirting (damn)

Requested: nope

Summary: Andy Barber has been through a lot. After getting a divorce from his ex-wife, he moves into the house next to the Y/L/Ns. And he has his eyes on Y/N since day one. Little does he know, Y/N likes him too and things get interesting one night.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Before you ask, no, I haven't watched Defending Jacob yet because I do not have the attention span to watch an entire series. So yeah, this has no spoilers. Also, I'm asexual so don't @ me for the smut please and thank you. Enjoy!

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"Good morning, Mr Barber!"

He looked up from his phone and saw his neighbor smiling at him. He grinned back at her, his mood immediately lightening. "Hi, Y/N! How many times have I told you, call me Andy," he chided gently, keeping his phone away. "Okay, okay, just feels a little weird, ya know? Anyway, what are you doing here? You almost never take the bus," Y/N chuckled.

He flashed her another grin, his boyish side automatically coming out. It always happened when she was near. Y/N Y/L/N was Andy Barber's cute neighbor, but the only thing is, she was way, way younger than he was, her parents were just a couple of years older than him. Despite the huge age-gap, Y/N had won his heart. And he didn't mind in the slightest.

"My car broke down yesterday, it's at the auto repair shop. I got no other vehicle," he shrugged. Y/N nodded just as she saw her bus approaching. "Are you getting on this one?" she asked him and he squinted. "Nah, not this one. Are you?" She verbally confirmed a yes and turned to look at him fully. "I'll see you later, Mr Barber, bye!" With that, she waved at him and stepped into the bus.

"Andy!" he mouthed when she sat near the window seat, giggling. "Andy," she repeated, winking at him just as the bus turned around the corner. A laugh involuntarily escaped his lips as he ran a hand through his hair. Oh, what am I gonna do with you, angel? Inside the bus, Y/N had to keep herself from fidgeting, too overstimulated after her conversation with the handsome lawyer.

She had had a crush on him ever since he had moved in next-door. Her parents had immediately invited the lone man to dinner and he had, thankfully, accepted. They had a lot of fun; Andy was a proper gentleman, well-spoken, intelligent and extremely handsome. Y/N got a crush on him on the first day itself. She knew about the things his family had been through, and the thought crushed her.

Can't even imagine, your own child, guilty of murder?

Andy and his ex-wife, Laurie had divorced immediately after their son's trial. It was all months ago, though, Andy was doing much better now. He had Y/N, after all. In his thoughts only, but that would suffice. Because he knew, she'd never fall for him. Why would she? He was much older than her, a divorced man, with a son who got convicted for murder.

But Y/N didn't care about any of those things. She liked the Andy who was her awesome, good looking and smart neighbor. That's all that mattered to her. But then came another problem, Y/N's parents. Would they be okay with her going out with him? Of course not! Y/N sighed and leaned her head against the window of the bus; oh God, what ever was she gonna do?

Andy had ruined all men for her.

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"Come in!"

Looking up, a surprised gasp left the mouths of both; the person inside the office and the person at the door. "Y/N?" Andy blurted out. "Mr Barber?" Y/N blinked as well. "Andy," he corrected incessantly and she waved her arm in dismissal. "Wow, I, uh… I didn't realize— you don't have a name plate outside—" He motioned to the chair in front of him and she sat.

"What happened, darling?"

Y/N unconsciously shivered at the nickname. She loved it when he called her that. "I don't know, my colleague sent me here, she was busy… gave me the address and said there was a file she needed…" Y/N spoke unsurely. Her eyes quickly skimmed over his figure; he had taken off the trenchcoat he was wearing in the morning, leaving him in a tight, white shirt, black trousers and a tie hanging loosely around his neck.

The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, the sleeves rolled to his elbows. Y/N concluded that he looked insanely gorgeous. "Does your colleague happen to be Mrs Renoir? She told me she was coming to get the file." She smiled and nodded at him. "Yes, Mrs Renoir, that's her." Andy smiled back and took out a file from his drawer. "Here you go."

She accepted the file, stowing it away in her bag. "I'll see you!" She moved to get up but Andy tutted, checking his watch. "Why don't you stay, Y/N? It's getting late, we can go home together," he spoke, his eyes soft as he gazed at her. She froze for a moment. "Um, it's fine, I can—" He was shaking his head. "Y/N, if something happens to you, I'll not be able to forgive myself."

What's going on? "Mr Barber—" "Andy." "What do you mean?" He got up from his chair and moved to the couch that was in the room. She sat next to him. "You never stay out this late, Y/N, your parents told me you're usually at home by 8:30. It's almost midnight, and I can't let you venture into the city all alone at this hour. Do you know the dangers that lurk at night?"

Y/N's heart started thudding in her chest. Indeed, this was new to her; and before even meeting with him, she had been scared of roaming the city alone at night. "I don't," she muttered truthfully, looking up when Andy placed his hand on her thigh. "It's okay. You can stay, I just need to go over a few more things and then we can go home, hm?" Y/N grinned and nodded.

Andy lifted his hand off her thigh and went back to his desk. He began scribbling something on a paper, which Y/N realized was a form. After admiring him for a few minutes, she took out her phone and scrolled through her messages. She had already texted her mom about staying out late, and her mother had complained until Y/N told her she was out for business, not fun.

As time passed, Y/N's shoulders sagged. Her eyes drooped, heavy with sleep. "Andy," she whined in a sleepy stupor and his head shot up, "Are you done? I wanna go home!" His dark eyes softened instantly and he chuckled. She looked cute when she was sleepy. "Just a moment, darling, I'm almost finished." Y/N simply groaned and threw her head back against the couch.

"All done."

Y/N opened her eyes and saw Andy fixing his appearance, before shrugging on the coat. Then he turned to her, offering her his hand with a smile. She took it and heaved herself up, stumbling a little but Andy was there to hold her up. Effortlessly wrapping an arm around her waist, he guided her out of his office, switching off the lights and locking the door.

Both of them walked out of the building and Andy got Y/N seated in the passenger seat of his car. "I thought your car was at the auto repair shop?" Y/N remembered. She felt his chuckle next to her ear as he reached over and fastened her seatbelt and then his own. "Went to get it in the afternoon because I realized buses aren't for me." She giggled and leaned back against the seat.

"Why don't you try and fall asleep? I'll wake you up," he whispered, his heart swelling in his chest when she nodded meekly. "Goodnight, Mr Barber." He still corrected her, "Andy." Truth be told, Y/N didn't want to call him Andy because that would only make her feelings worse. If she called him Mr Barber… that was a constant reminder that he was a man much older, a successful lawyer, and just her neighbor.

Nothing else.

"Such a sweet doll." Ever since he heard her whining his name in his office, his mind had clouded over with lust. She sounded so fucking beautiful when she said his name. And suddenly, all he wanted to do was to claim her on his couch. He had controlled himself easily, he knew he had to wait till he had her consent. Which he thought he'd probably never get.

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"Thank you so much, Andy!"

"Oh, it's not a problem at all, Mrs Y/L/N. Y/N is great company and I admit, the house does get a little lonely at times," Andy chuckled as Y/N's mother beamed at him. Y/N was looking down at her feet, clutching the handles of her travel bags. She was going to move in with Andy for a few weeks, since her room was getting renovated. There was no other place in the house.

When Andy heard that, he had instantly offered that she move in with him for the time-being. And Y/N's parents were, surprisingly, ecstatic at the idea. "She can move into the guest bedroom," he had spoken at the time. That's how she ended up here; now following Andy into his house as she yelled her goodbyes to her parents. "Welcome! It isn't much, I hope you like it still."

Y/N looked around in awe. The place was well-kept, the colour theme for almost everything was either beige or brown. It all looked very modern and cool. "Are you kidding? This is awesome!" He chuckled at her enthusiasm. "Let me show you to your room." Both of them walked up the stairs and stopped at the first door. Andy opened the door and another gasp left her lips.

"Wow," she whispered automatically and Andy smiled to himself. "I take it that you like it," he drawled, closing the door behind them as they walked into the room. Y/N kept her luggage on the bed and sat down, swinging her legs. "Thanks for all this, Mr Barber, it's appreciated." He scoffed. "Andy," he rectified, "And it was not a problem at all, Y/N, you're my friend."

A chill ran down her spine. His friend? He considered her to be a friend? "A friend, huh, I'm… I'm honored," she chuckled and he grinned. "I'll leave you be now, get comfortable." He waved at her and left the room, going downstairs to get a glass of water for himself. Y/N spent the rest of the day at her place, only returning at nighttime after dinner.

That's how it went for a week. She'd be at her job most days, would have dinner with her parents at night and then would finally walk into Andy's house to get some sleep. She liked the routine, and so did he. When she wasn't at her job, she'd spend the day in the living room of her own, or rather, her parents' house. Only, something changed a week later.

Andy was running late that day. As he drove home, at nearly 1:30 am, he was sure that he was going to be greeted by a quiet and empty house, Y/N already asleep in her room. She always fell asleep before 11:30, he didn't know how she did it. After parking his car in his garage, he walked into the sitting room only to see Y/N sitting in front of the television. She looked up and swtiched it off when he walked in.

"Mr Barber, hi." Her voice was hoarse. "Y/N? Darling, is everything okay?" he asked worriedly, sitting next to her. The dried tear stains on her cheeks made it clear that she had been crying. "I'm fine," she insisted, in vain. Andy gently cupped her cheeks, running his fingers over the stains. "You've been crying, honey, tell me what happened. I'll make it better," he whispered and Y/N melted against him.

"Um, can I… can I please… can I hug you?"

Without another word, Andy pulled her to him, her head resting on his chest as his arms wrapped around her middle. She snuggled into his side. "I just had a bad dream," she mumbled, burying her face in his chest. His arm rose and he delicately cradled her head, massaging her hair with his fingers. Y/N whimpered at the soothing sensation and Andy's heart raced.

"I'm here now, sweetheart, you have nothing to be worried about. I'll protect you, come what may," he uttered softly, almost in a daze. Something inside Y/N stirred deeply when he said those words. She pulled away slightly and he looked down at her, a questioning look on his face. Y/N blushed under his intense stare. "I, um… can I… kiss you?" Her question made Andy's heart beat faster.

Consent? Check.

Gently grabbing her jaw, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, pulling her into his lap. Y/N kissed back just as fervently, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Do you know how long I've wanted to do that?" Andy asked huskily upon pulling away. "How long?" Y/N squeaked. "Ever since I first saw you. You won my heart right there, Y/N, right at that dinner. The moment I saw you, I knew that you had ruined all women for me."

"Same. I mean, I— not women, obviously, I'm not attracted to other women— men, but—" Andy chuckled and kissed her again, cutting off her rambling. "God, I need to feel you, love, why don't we go upstairs?" It turned out to be a rhetorical question as he immediately stood up, easily carrying Y/N up the stairs. Y/N wrapped her legs around his torso.

He placed her down on his bed, in his bedroom and settled between her legs, hungrily kissing down her body. He used his tongue to stimulate her first, pulling orgasm after orgasm after her. She had never had these many orgasms in one night and that wasn't lost on Andy. "No one has ever made you feel this good, right, darling? Only I can do it this good." Y/N whined loudly when his tongue circled her bud.

"Bet those nasty boys your age have never made you feel this way. Worshipped. You're mine, Y/N, only mine. Say it." Y/N was too overwhelmed to respond, only a pathetic "yours" leaving her lips as she came again. For the… third? No, fourth time? She definitely lost count. "You're so fucking gorgeous," Andy moaned as he emerged from between her thighs, his jaw and chin covered in her juices.

He had eaten her out so well, like her a hungry man offered a meal after a long starvation. Like she was his last meal. Y/N blushed at the sight of him, covering her face with her hands. Andy easily shoved the hands aside, leaning in to kiss her. "All mine. Beautiful. Mine, only mine," he grunted possessively and Y/N gasped when she felt something poking her thigh. She looked down and saw him. He was giant.

"It's too big," she blurted out and Andy chuckled, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead. "You'll be okay." Grabbing the base of his shaft, he slowly pushed inside of her, giving her time to adjust to his size. Y/N winced at the burn on her hips but when he bottomed out inside her, all the pain was replaced by pleasure. "Fuck, so fucking tight," Andy helplessly groaned, leaning forward and resting his forehead against her shoulder.

"Please, please move." Andy complied, thrusting into her at a slow pace at first but when he was certain she was able to handle it, he sped up. Y/N moaned right into his ear as he nibbled on her neck, leaving behind dark, red marks. Now everyone will know she's taken. The moan fueled his libido and he sped up more, growling deep in his chest.

Y/N's eyes flew open at the animalistic sound and she gripped his shoulders, trying to steady herself as she moved like a rag doll against him and his powerful thrusts. "Scream my name, darling, tell everyone who's making you feel so good. Tell everyone you belong to me and me only. You're mine, all mine. I'm never letting you go," he snarled as he neared his release. "Andy," Y/N screamed shamelessly.

"That's it, doll. Months, for months I've tried to get you to say my name. Is that why you've been avoiding it? Can't help but imagine being under me and moaning my name every time you heard it?" he groaned brusquely and Y/N jerked, her orgasm hitting her unexpectedly. "Yes," she whimpered at his previous comment but Andy couldn't speak. Holy shit, she just squirted all over my bed.

His taut abdomen, his shaft, his thighs and his bed were all drenched. Y/N was lying on the bed, her eyes closed, convulsing as she reeled in from the first-time experience. "Shit, baby, do you see this? You just squirted all over me," Andy laughed breathlessly, leaning over to press his lips to hers. Y/N cocked an eye open as a blush spread across her cheeks.

"I what?! Oh my God, I'm so sorry—"

Andy entered her core with one swift motion, shutting her up. "That was fucking hot, doll, do it again," he urged and resumed his fast pace. Y/N cried out tiredly, her eyes landing on the clock in the corner of the room. It's been an hour?! How much energy does this man have? "Andy, I'm—" He was already close to his release and when she took his name, he was done. He pulled out of her and spilled his seed all over her chest and face, groaning loudly.

Then he spit on his fingers and brought them to her bud, furiously rubbing until she squirted again, right on his face. "Oh my God," Andy groaned, licking up and swallowing all her juices. "Andy, I'm tired…" She couldn't even lift a finger, that's how spent she was.

Andy was a sight. All wet, from top to bottom, covered in her juices, he looked like he had just stepped out of a swimming pool. "Okay, baby girl, get some sleep. I'll take care of you." And he did, he gently cleaned her up as she dozed off, and carried her to her room. He then hopped into the shower for a quick wash, dried himself up, put on some boxers and went to Y/N's room as well.

The bed in his room was… well, let's just say it was done for. He was going to be throwing the mattress out the next day, he knew that. When he walked into her room, his heart melted at the sight of her deep asleep, still naked, curled up on her side. He shut the door behind him and walked towards the bed, easily sliding in next to her. He pulled the covers on top of them and pulled Y/N into his arms, dropping a kiss to her shoulder.

"I love you, angel. So sweet, only mine."

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A/N: This is the first time I've posted smut and a non-marvel fic 😳 I know it's probably not that good but thanks for reading anyway! Leave a like if you enjoyed!