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awakeshedreams · 3 years ago

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pairing : tattooartist!JK x collegestudent!reader

setting : non idol au, established relationship au

summary :

your boyfriend ruins your day. he's got to pay for it.

Jeon Jungkook, the love of your life, chose the worst night to be a jerk.

(+ bonus, the morning after)

genre : lots of smut and lots fluff

rating : m for graphic adult content

wordcount : 8.8k

warnings : read content below unless you want to avoid spoilers ;)

content :

dom/sub undertones, pet names, food play, inappropriate use of whipped cream, mommy kink, cameo of dom jk, fem dom, breast / nipple play, sloppy blowjobs, morning after, silly chatter, lots of kissing, lots of spit, pwp, porn with a dam full of feelings, nasty and disrespectful sex, but it's a healthy and wholesome relationship, corny domestic stuff, they kiss and touch alot so what they're practically married, it's intense, guk and kookie used as nicknames alternatively, bare with me, lovers quarrel?, jungkook is blessed and packing, jungkook is a little bit of a brat, a needy brat who needs a good spanking actually, but it's fine because he loves you like crazy and he's so so smitten so we won't go so hard on him, just a little face slapping and cock strangling will suffice, lots of spit exchange going on here, not really a spit kink but it happens quite a lot here so might as well point it out, reader has had a rough week so she's going through it and MAYBE she's projecting but that's not what's important here, WE HAVE GRITTY SEX AND A LOVING RELATIONSHIP HERE !!!

a/n : this is the longest, lewdest pwp smut I've ever written in my whole life. it's outright detailed sin and erotica with a splash of fluff and domesticity and nothing more. pretty self indulgent and pretty raunchy but sweet and soft, especially in the second half. what came over me? no idea. just hope people actually like this. your reblogs mean a lot and it makes me happy when you leave a like or a comment and let me know you're thoughts and feelings and if I need to fix or improve on somethings. Soooo enjoy and have a splendid day.

You usually like to go grocery shopping on Thursday nights. Not a lot of people went there around these times.

They were at home or with their loved ones. Watching football or eating out or something.

A friend of yours from college decided to tag along and be your cart pusher for the day.

'So what's it like? Having a tattoo artist boyfriend.'

You were at the dairy section.

Lowering the pack of cheese you'd been appraising, you turned to regard her with a frown.

What was that even supposed to mean?

'Is it supposed to be any different than having a normal boyfriend?'

'Of course!’ She exclaimed, as if it was ridiculous that you didn’t know something that was apparently so obvious. ‘Isn't he like... real kinky?'

You glanced away and gave it thought.

Was he?

Not that it was any of her business.

The look you gave her was a blank deadpan this time.

Your friend blinked owlishly, titling her head.

'What’s with the look?'

'This is me telling you we're not having this conversation,' You droned, standing to chuck the cheese pack into the cart. 'In the middle of a grocery store at that.'

'Sheesh.' She pouted, sending you an accusatory glare. 'You’re no fun. Such a prude.'

You ignored her jab and idly reached for a can of whipped cream.

If only she knew.

You turned it in your hand as your friend continued to brood in the background, checking its price and content.

Just the thing you were looking for.

You smirked in satisfaction.

In the end, you don’t get much. Just enough to last till the weekend.

Spilling the contents onto the counter, you got to arranging.

First you loaded the cabinet then you moved to crouch at the open fridge.

You shivered a little at the chill, distantly wondering if you should’ve worn something more covering instead of shorts beneath your hoodie as you started packing.

Some eggs... milk… a pack of bacon… cheese…. whipped cream…. whipped cream??

You paused, blinking to look around, a little puzzled. It was gone.

You could’ve sworn you just had it.

Frowning, you stood and shut the fridge before you moved to the living room.

‘Kookie?’

No answer.

You were sure you heard him come in.

Maybe he went inside.

You turned away from the empty couch and moved towards the bedroom.

Twisting the knob, you slowly opened the door.

You peeked through the crack, careful to keep your voice quite incase he was sleeping.

'Guk-'

You paused midway when you found yourself staring at a bare tattooed back. There were dots of dampness on his skin and he had a towel around his waist.

Lifting your gaze, you watched him as he rubbed his damp hair with a towel vigorously, the long, dark locks flying here and there.

He registered your presence from the corner of his eyes and turned to face you.

‘Hey.’ He greeted you with a smile, hanging the towel around his neck, 'What's up?’

You frowned.

Walking past him you grabbed him by the arm to sit him down at vanity and reached for the blow drier set there.

The machine roared to life in your hands and you got to drying his hair. The water on his damp strands evaporated as you ran your fingers through it with care.

He had a sensitive scalp.

Evidently, he moaned shamelessly when the blunt of your nails scratched him.

‘Feels s'good.’

He was slurring. That was how far gone he was. You snorted. He was so easy to please sometimes, so sensitive.

When you shut the machine down he actually whined.

‘Go put some clothes on.’ You told him sternly. ‘You’ll fall sick.’

His pout deepened and his pleading look became a deadpan.

You crossed your arms and raised a challenging brow.

‘Hurry. I want to turn the AC on.’

Knowing that would get him moving, you turned to leave. He knew you didn’t like cuddling with him when he was cold as a corpse.

'Didn't you come here for something.’

You started to a pause and whipped around to find him at the open closet, his back to you.

He was just standing there, not picking anything out.

You almost groaned but then his words hit you.

Yeah. You came here for…

‘The whipped cream’s missing.’ You recalled, blinking. ‘Have you seen it?’

He was quiet for far too long.

‘Nope.’

‘Kookie.’

‘Yes.’

'If you took it for whatever reason-‘

He turned and the passively serious look he regarded you with beneath the damp waves of his fringe made your toes curl in.

His eyes were lidded, his voice deep and low when he spoke.

‘What’re you gonna do about it.’

Something stirred inside you.

But more importantly.

Your fists clenched and your pursed your lips.

A lapse of silence passed like, his intense stare weighing down on you as you tried to hold yourself steady and pull yourself together.

‘Jeon Jungkook…'

To say his abrupt burst into laughter startled you would have been an understatement. You near jumped out your skin and jolted in place when he suddenly doubled over, clutching his belly while he belted out his bouts of hearty, heartfelt laughter.

Just like that, the loaded atmosphere broke.

‘Oh god…' Jungkook straightened, eyes teary as he sighed out, patting at his firm tummy. ‘Wait, let me just,'

Beyond confused, you watched him walk over to the vanity to filter through the bottles of cosmetics lined up on its surface.

He was looking for something.

You saw what it was when he held it up. The can gleamed like a beacon and you couldn’t believe your eyes. It was the whipped cream. Your jaw almost dropped.

What the hell?

‘I was just joking.’ He handed it to you, on the tail end of his laughter, a little out of breath from the effort. ‘Here.’

Your momentary shock dissipated completely. You snatched it and you glowered at him.

'It's not funny.’

'Come on, it was, a little.' He said, snorting out a chuckle even, before a pierced brow shot up and he leaned in close to take in your expression. ‘You’re not mad are you?’

You glared at him hotly.

All traces of mirth vanished from his features.

Jungkook blinked, lips parting and closing as both his brows disappeared beneath his messy fringe completely. Now he was stumped.

‘It’s just whipped cream.’ Was his lame response to your blatant fury. It only pushed you further off the edge.

‘I’ve been waiting weeks for this.’ You hated that you were actually feeling heated enough to get all teary eyed. His eyes widen with a look of horror as he realized what he’d done. ‘How could you just… take it!’

He shot out to reach for you, calling out your name in a panic.

You moved before he could put his hands on you.

'Fuck you, Jeon Jungkook.’

You slammed the door in his face when you left.

Storming down the halls, you wiped at you eyes vigorously and sniffled.

Jeon Jungkook, the love of your life, chose the worst night to be a jerk.

You couldn’t help it.

You cried angrily as you haphazardly prepared your parfait.

This was supposed to be the pinnacle of your rough month.

But now you felt more like shit than you had any other day and you couldn’t even tell exactly why.

God. You hated PMS.

The bowl was overflowing with whipped cream when he came in stumbling on his feet, carrying a plead behind the way he said your name.

‘I’m sorry. Really very sorry.’

You deliberately ignored him.

'Please, I was just joking around-'

You slammed the can down, cutting him off.

What a twisted sense of humor he had. It was one of the many reasons you fell for him. But wielding it at your expense? The nerve.

'Don't talk to me.’

He sighed behind you. There was a shuffle that told you he was probably messing his hair up with his fingers in frustration. It granted you a little bit of satisfaction but not enough to drop it so easy.

He’d really fucked you up and he needed to know that.

‘Tell me, what can I do to make it up to you? I'll do anything.’ He said, capturing you attention with how defeated and helpless he sounded. You did feel a little bad. You were human after all, but something in you spiked at what he said. Your ears perked and twitched when you heard a distinct rustle followed by a dull thud. ‘Look. I’m even down on my knees.’

Your eyes widened. Stilling, you slowly turned to regard him under your nose.

His hair was a mess, his shirt was inside out and the drawstrings of his sweats were untied and loose. He looked like he hastily put some clothes on and sprinted here.

He had distraught and desperation written all over his face and it triggered something innate and profoundly base in you.

Jungkook's shoulders fell when he took in your torn up state, your face gleaming with tears, your sniffling nose red.

‘Fuck, I- I’m so sorry. I fucked up. Please… just tell me-'

His words died in a stutter in his throat when you shot out to grab his hair.

You heard him when he choked out your name, but you weren’t really listening anymore. He’d apologized about a dozen times, expressed his regret in more than words and he’d said he’d do anything to make up for getting you like this.

You were hung up on that last part.

'Anything.’ You echoed lowly, dragging your feet so you could stand in between the spread of his thighs and see his face clearly. There was a little shock there but the sincerity in his galaxy eyes always did shine through the most over anything else when it came to him. ‘You said you’d do anything to make up for it. For ruining my day.’

Jungkook swallowed, and he let out a shaky breath.

‘Yes. Anything.’ He tried to nod, but it was hard with you gripping his hair. ‘It was dumb of me, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-'

‘Shut up.’ You cut him off, sharp and pointed like the sudden slight narrow of you eyes, looking down on him. ‘I said don’t talk.’

He gulped thickly, throat bobbing, but he nodded as stiffly as he could.

Looking into his clear, doe eyes, you saw just how much of a mess you looked and you reflected on your month, your week, your day- how you got here, at rock bottom like this in the first place.

'This was supposed to be a nice day.’ You told him quietly, slowly, your voice a little small, and maybe you sounded pathetic but you didn’t care. He’s seen you at your worst. ‘I’ve been craving parfait since that Parisian café opened down the street. But it’s overpriced and I’ve got bills to pay so I thought I could just make one for myself at home once the finals were over.’ You lower lip started to wobble, cracking your mute, unbothered facade. The dam was breaking, you were about to fall apart and you couldn’t even be perplexed at the fact that after all this time, this was all it really took, but there was no time for that.

You were tired and over and done with being treated like you were just some little kid. Either unassuming or inexperienced or fun to mess around with. By your peers at uni, by your lecturers, by your friends and by your freaking boyfriend. Perhaps you weren’t helping your case, rambling like this, but you had a right to be emotional and you had to let it out otherwise you’d explode. ‘You have no idea how excited I was when I saw they brought in a new flavor of that whip cream I like. Chocolate. You know how much I like chocolate, don’t you?’

Jungkook was taken aback by your sudden rant more than anything else, not really knowing where all this was coming from, and it was a little overwhelming but he still tried to nod frantically for you to show you he understood and that he was listening, that he cared- but you gripped his hair tighter and he actually winced.

‘And still. You went and-'

You stopped yourself and bit your tongue. At this point, your body was shaking. Your insides simmered. There was a lot going beneath the surface as you stared him down, looking so torn with guilt on his knees and at your mercy.

In the end, this probably wasn’t fair. Jungkook wasn’t anywhere near as bad as everyone else around you. In fact, he wasn’t at all. He liked to fool around and he just liked stirring you up a little every once in a while, especially when he noticed you were feeling down or blue, but there was never malice or spite in any of it. It was endearing and refreshing, how playful he could be. How he liked to make you laugh and make you feel good. He was very fond of you and he showed it in these ways.

You appreciate his efforts and you cherish him with all your heart too… but today all you wanted more than anything was just to some peace of mind and a wholesome parfait after the grueling finals, and the annoying campus mates and impossible to please professors, just… all the things that made up the terrible month you had.

You managed to compress all you felt into four simple words and you finally told him.

‘You ruined my day, Jungkook.’

You could see the effect that the weight of your words had on him. He frowned, and scowled, and even shifted like he wanted to stand and hold your face in his hands and kiss his apologies into you.

'And I said I’m sorry.’ His voice came out a mix between a hoarse plead and a helpless whine as he peered up at you, his throat working a little. 'I swear I wasn’t trying to-'

‘Shut up.’ You commanded, abruptly stepping on his thigh, eliciting a choked sound from the back of his throat. Your eyes narrowed as you looked down at his stunned expression. How dare he take that defensive tone with you. ‘Open your mouth.’

You felt his muscles clench and flex tellingly against the pad of your foot. He was unresponsive for a moment, just gaping, seemingly struck, but he did as you said readily without refute before you could raise an impatient pointed brow, spreading those plump lips open.

From this point on, you were guided simply by a deep founded coiling heat that now centered in your gut, thick and heavy and boiling.

Reaching towards the counter, you grabbed the can of whip cream. He watched you while you gave it a shake, holding his gaze all the while, before you shoved the nozzle in his face.

He didn’t even flinch.

In the charged silence, you took a moment to really study his expression.

His pupils were blown out, his gaze heavy lidded, his chest heaving lightly, his abdomen clenched beneath the thin material of his shirt.

He was looking forward to it. Anticipating what you would do to him.

The pool of arousal threatening to over flow, spill and make you misbehave yourself only got even more intense to the point where even standing and looking down at him had wetness gathering in between your legs, where there was a dull throb- but your scowl deepened.

He could at least look a little terrified, couldn’t he? No. Instead, he looked as excited as you were. His cock twitched against your feet, extended and erect and fully hard now.

Your nipples hardened and you resisted the urge to rub your thighs together and tease him with your feet while flicking them.

Without warning, you pressed down and he actually choked a little as you filled his mouth with the cream until it was completely bottomed out.

Once it was empty, you tossed the can aside and gripped his hair tighter, angling his head higher.

The bulge at his throat trembled wildly as he looked up at you with those smoldering, lust laden eyes of his.

You leaned over, so close that your noses brushed.

‘You’re gonna make up for it? Make up for ruining my day and make it good again?’

He nodded once more and he almost choked trying to give you a verbal response, but it was muffled.

The chuckle that tumbled out of your lips was dark, a little lazy even, and you tilted your head as you took him in, your hand in his hair loosening to glide down and caress his face.

'You don’t need to say anything.’ You told him softly, airy breath fanning his flushed face. You could feel his breath too, uneven and ragged and short. ‘You’ve just gotta be good and let me use you how I please to lift my mood. Got it?’

He nodded again, the movement jerky.

The flush dusted over his skin got deeper and deeper and it was so satisfying to see.

'Good.’ You traced his flexing jaw with a faint curl to your lips, pleased. ‘Now keep your mouth open for me while I lick it all.’

Jungkook’s eyes widened as your words dawned on him, your intentions clear as day now that you’ve said them out loud.

Now he looked terrified.

You gave him a smirk and grabbed him by the jaw to pull him in.

Your teeth clanked as you pressed forward to dip your tongue into his whipped cream filled mouth, the wet muscle dancing across the inside of his mouth and brushing against his as you licked him clean.

The kiss, if it could be called that, was wet and messy and dirty dirty dirty and it made you burn with a blaze overwhelming desire for him all over.

You gripped his jaw tighter to get him to open up wider, drank in his muffled moans as his chest rumbled against your sternum, and you tilted your head to shove your tongue deeper, greedily devouring the intoxicating taste of him as well the sweet cream.

You had a mixture of your spit and his and melted cream all over your chin. It dribbled down his, trickling down his front and staining his lap.

When you pulled away, licking your lips after nibbling on him, he was panting.

You brushed you thumb over his bottom lip, bruised and raw, your hand taking a gentler touch from the previous firm clutch to hold his face. Your eyes flickered to his and you found him watching you intently, his eyes almost black and entirely misty with desire.

He was breathing heavy, his ribs expanding and deflating dramatically where you were pressed. You could feel the pound of his heart, strong and fast and almost deafening.

Or was that yours?

Hard to tell.

'What's with that look.’ You huffed in mock derision, trying to mask the fact that you were just as debauched and fucked out as he was, if not even more. You were dripping down your legs and if you let him look elsewhere and lower his gaze, he would be able to make out the clear shape of your nipples poking through your too, stiff and aching and begging for attention, not unlike his cock, that pulsed and bobbed and swelled within the confine if his sweats. 'I haven’t even done anything yet. Are you scared?’

Jungkook’s lids fluttered and he leaned into your touch, nuzzling into your palm. 'Are you gonna punish me?’ he asked in a slurred husk, eyes unfocused and bleary but clearly darkened and trained on you. ‘Teach me a lesson for misbehaving?’

He looked irresistible and unreal like this, his hair still slightly damp but with sweat instead of water, his lips berry in shade and plump, his skin prettily pink and his entire body just pressing into yours so needily, saying such unfathomable things in that sensually raspy, panty dropping voice of his.

‘I should shouldn’t I.’ You mumbled your agreement airily. You noticed distantly that even you were struggling to breath now, trailing your fingers lower, stroking the shaky bulge at his throat almost idly. ‘You deserve the worst for ruining my day. Or else you’ll never learn.’

Your fingers abruptly closed around his neck.

Jungkook’s breath hitched and he seriously began to choke.

He stuttered out your name in a gruff cough.

You tightened it, feeling his pulse jump.

He continued to seem struggle to breath, but he try to dislodge your hold on him.

Just like he didn’t try to reach for you and hold you like he always did when you kissed earlier…

Oh, you could’ve fallen to your knees.

But this wasn’t that kind of day. You were in charge today. You held back letting out a shaky, faint breath in favor of lifting your chin in an attempt to look imposing, domineering.

'What did I say?’ You demanded in a sultry purr. ‘Keep your mouth shut unless I tell you open it.’

Jungkook made a strangled sound in the back of his throat, guttural and needy and raw as he fought to keep his barely open eyes on you and not rolling to the back of his head.

You tilted your head sideways, thumb massaging his pulse as you took in just how frazzled and hopeless he looked in front of you.

'I don’t know… will this really be enough? Will you really learn from this?’

Jungkook looked like he really wanted to say something but he was smart, biting down on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood as he fought to hold your demanding gaze, even as his knees shuffled in challenge against the floor.

You frowned and reached to brush the trickle of blood with you thumb gently.

'You're gonna hurt yourself trying to be good…' you hummed in a drawl, lips unwittingly falling in the corners even as arousal filled you. ‘Do you want to please me that bad? Huh?’

Jungkook just heaved, plump lips parted uselessly as his lids fluttered weakly.

Loosening your grip a little on his throat, you licked the scarlet of your thumb with an expectant brow raised, making sure to flick your tongue sensually, your eyes flickering to his.

'I asked you a question.’

‘Yes!’ He rasped throatily, breathing heavy as air flowed into him again, gasping out your name. ‘Yes, Please, I-'

You tightened your grip in warning, making him choke on his words.

‘No.’ You shook your head, squinting your eyes in disapproval as you admonished him. ‘You don’t get to call me by my name after what you did. Try again.’

You loosened your grip once more, looking at him expectantly.

You could only imagine how you looked in his eyes. Manic probably. You wanted him and you wanted this to the point of insanity right now.

Jungkook swallowed, gazing up at you with a longing look in his sea glass eyes.

'Mommy,' he rasped and you felt your insides flip and curl along with your toes, into the strong muscle at his thigh and the floor. ‘I’m sorry for being bad. Punish me so I can learn… teach me how to be good. Please, Mommy.’

There it was.

Your lips stretched in a s smile for him and rewarded him with a peck.

‘That’s right.’ You said. ‘I know deep down inside, you’re a good boy. Aren’t you?’

‘Yes.’ He nodded, head lolling almost as he shimmed on his knees to get impossibly close to you, drinking in your every praise. ‘For you Mommy. Just for you. Please-'

'Shh.’ You hushed him gently. He was getting too excited now. It was cute to see him like this but there was a role you were trying to play here. ‘That’s enough now. I'm still mad at you, Jungkook. Even if you beg like this, I can’t let it go so easy.’

You straightened to put some distance between your bodies and started unzipping your top.

His dark eyes watched you closely, unblinking and absolutely enraptured. When the seams fell apart, you saw the way his throat bobbed, how the veins popped at his neck as he tried to hold himself together while he stared at the smooth and soft swell of your tits.

‘What you did was so bad.’ You chided him softly, sinking to your knees before him. His eyes darted away from your chest to yours in question and you gave him a wordless, coy smile as you looked up at him, delighting in how his stance faltered for a moment when you reached over to stroke him over his pants. ‘You need to make up for it, Kookie.’

He looked down to watch where you were touching him and you clasped his chin to redirect his attention.

'Eyes on me.’ You said. ‘This is part of your punishment.’

Jungkook nodded and held your heavy gaze lidded gaze even as you reached into to his sweats to retrieve his erection and jerked him off.

You could feel him tremble with restraint, and he twitched persistently in your hand as he panted breathlessly, the flush on him only deepening more and more as a sheen of sweat formed over his skin.

'So hard…' You said, thumbing his leaking slit slowly. Your fingers could barely meet around his girth, he was more than well endowed and generously packing, tall in height and thick. There was a lot of ground to cover and you tried to be thorough about it, making sure no patch of sensitive skin was left out. You used some of his pre-cum as lubricant and even let a little spit to dribble down your chin onto him to make an easy glide as you stroked him from base to tip. He shuddered and whimpered. ‘Does it hurt?’

'N-no. Feels good- when you-'

‘When I?’ You tilted your head.

'When you-when you use your thumb-'

‘Like this?’

You stroked him down the slit where a jutting vein was slowly and he went feral.

'Fuck!’ He groaned, hips snapping, biceps bulging as his fists tightened around nothing where they dug and crushed into the floor. ‘Yes!’

'It's not supposed to feel good though.’ You droned with a little laugh and you saw when it flashed in his eyes. Unadulterated dread. It thrilled you a little and it made you bold. ‘It’s supposed to feel like hell. Because I’m punishing you after all.’

Then you dipped your head and took him in your mouth and immediately he started thrusting up.

You moved back to pull yourself off him with a wet pop and shot him a hard look. ‘Don’t move.’ You told him harshly, lips glistening with a bit of his pre-cum and your saliva. ‘And keep your hands to yourself.’

He nodded erratically, so ready to acquiesce and abide.

‘Okay…’ It came out as a groan through his gritted teeth, his jaw tense. Oh. You mused. What’s this? He was getting impatient? Restless? Frustrated? ‘Please just- ugh!’

You put your mouth on his cock again, planting wet kisses and licking around the base, tracing the pulsing veiny lines with your tongue and his head fell back. His nails dug into his palms, cutting skin as he tried to control the urge to roll his hips into your mouth while you sucked him off slow and sloppy.

He stuttered out your name only to stumble when you squeezed his balls pointedly at his slip of tongue. ‘Mommy- fuck- I’m close.’

You peered up at him and almost creamed yourself on the spot. He looked so debauched.

You increased your vigor, massaging his heavy balls in your hands until it became impossible for him to breath as you bobbed your head up and down on his tip, rolling your tongue over the sensitive head.

He released hoarse sounds as you coated his shaft with your saliva, strained and strangled, crosses between whimpers and moans.

Adjusting your position and spreading your knees, you grasped him at the base and opened your lips up. You held his gaze, engulfing his cock into your mouth and you hummed as he glided into you until his tip hit the back of your throat.

Jungkook murmured weakly, near delirious, cock throbbing wildly inside of you as he took in the sight. Of your lips stretched around his cock. At the exhilarating sensation of your warm mouth and your tight throat clutching him in a snatch.

His hands sought your hair, startling you, tightening, and before you could even comprehend what was happening, he began drawing you back and forth, in and out. He thrust his cock into and out of your mouth, chest thrumming at the view of him entering and exiting the tight purse of your plump lips, glistening with your spit.

Shutting his eyes tight, he began bucking his hips sharply, fucking your face with a punishing ferocity as he gripped you tightly and threw his head further back, mouth hanging open. His balls slapped against your chin, and you gagged on his cock at the change in pace, gripping at his thighs for purchase. It only aroused him more, made him flex his hips with even more zest and zeal.

Chancing you a glance, he found you looking out of this world ravishing.

Your teary eyes fluttered, tear tracks staining your flushed, hollowed cheeks. You clutched him snug with those plump, juicy lips, even as you gurgled on his cock.

Releasing a rough groan, he flexed his hips harshly and brought you forward onto his cock until your nose pressed into his abdomen and he slipped as deep into your throat as he could go. His thighs clenched beneath your palms as he released a low curse, muttering absolute nonsense, and his cock pulsed tellingly and he couldn’t help but jerk further in as his abdomen clenched and he tasted it on his tongue as felt it on his bones-

Only to fall hitting the ground hard when you abruptly pulled away.

His eyes shot open, bleary as they blinked at you, while he heaved heavily, wide in disbelief, stumbling over his tongue stuttering your name.

‘Why would you-'

A harsh slap had his head snapping sideways.

‘That.’ You snapped, heaving over yourself with tears and snot and spit all over your face. God, you could finally breathe again. Your scalp tingled a little from where he’d grabbed you and it was pleasant but today was not that kind of a day. Your scowl deepened. ‘And I told you not to move. But you did.’

Jungkook could do nothing but release a broken sound as his eyes watered and your look turned a little wry, some of the vexation in you simmering down.

You hated seeing him get like this. He just wanted you that bad and he acted out because of it. You knew where he was coming from. You felt the same.

Getting your hair out of your face, you straddled his lap, held his face to lift his hanging head and made him look straight at you.

‘Jungkook, I can’t reward you if you’re not going to be good and listen to me.’ You said softly, soothing the sting off his left cheek with the gentle stroke of your thumb over the pinkening skin as he sniffled, his nose so so red.. ‘All you have to do is do as I say. It’s that simple. Why is it so hard for you to understand?’

'I-' He tried to voice but found himself choking on a sob, speech stuttering. His shoulders shook and tears streamed down his face almost endlessly. ‘I’m sorry, mommy. So sorry, I won’t do it again. I swear I’ll be good. I promise… please … I swear…’

‘Shh…’ You hushed him quietly, wiping at them, feeling your heart soften to a puddle unbiddenly with your love for him. ‘Since you’re such a sweetie, I’ll tell you one more time. One last time.’

Jungkook listened to you intently, holding your now steady gaze with his teary ones.

'Don't move unless I tell you to. Don’t talk unless I ask you something. Keep your hands where I put them, only move them when you hear me tell you to. Got it?’

He nodded while you held him, a jerky movement as he sniffled again.

'Yes, mommy.’

You smiled. How adorable.

'Good.’ You said, pecking the red tip of his nose, satisfied, soul rested at reaching an agreement with him and seeing him calm a little. It made slipping into your role again easier. 'If you call my name again with your filthy mouth, I’m gonna stop. You’ve got to earn it. Otherwise, you’ll never learn.’

Since it wasn’t a question, he didn’t respond. You watched his throat bobbed as he shook a little. It was the quake that came in the aftermath of sobbing and something else. You were vaguely aware of his slick cock where it laid flat against the ridged planes of his solid tummy, twitching and pulsing and desperate for a little touch, a little kiss, a little suck, from you.

It was almost embarrassing to admit how close you were to pouncing on him in the moment. But you wanted to keep this going. You stopped him earlier so firmly because of it.

'I think you understand well enough now. ‘ You pushed yourself off your knees and stood to help him take his shirt off, marveling and feeling at his ripped ink skin for a moment before your eyes flickered to his face. ‘Now kiss me.’

He pushed forward and crashed his lips against yours, moaning deeply as he shoved his tongue down your throat, all too eager to finally be able to be allowed this.

Your eyes fluttered shut and your hands slid up his firm chest, fingers joining and clasping to lace as you brought your arms around his neck.

You forced yourself to part from him to angle your head the other way to deepen the kiss and he chased your lips hungrily all the way, your teeth colliding when you meshed together again.

With your hands in his hair, you guided him to you neck, then your collarbones. You hugged him tighter and sighed in bliss as he started lavishing your tits, lapping at your nipples with his tongue and relieving them off their ache, nibbling with his teeth.

'Fuck…' You moaned, arching, for more. You wanted more. ‘Guk… use your hands. Touch them.’

His hands shot out fast and he gripped, squeezing your flesh as he showered your tits with his attention, leaving a sheen behind from his mouth and a red tinge and sting from his fervor.

You winced, jolting sharply.

He was being too rough. Pinching and biting and twisting, drawing seemingly pained sounds from deep inside of you as you panted. But you couldn’t find it in you to stop him because it felt so good.

To reward him for making you feel good, you reached in between your bodies, gripping his cock again.

He jolted, unintentionally biting down on your nipple, making you jerk with a curse as electricity shot through you, hitting you down to the core. But you kept pretense, grabbing his cock and pulling him back by the hair to give him a stern look.

'Don't stop.’ You commanded, breathless and throaty. ‘If you want to come. Don’t. Stop.’

Jungkook obliged and dived in to suckle on your tits and knead the soft flesh with even more vigor than before, something you didn’t think possible. You jerked him off with just as much zeal, fingers scratching his scalp as you bit down on your bottom lip, throbbing dully from the kiss before, to hold back wanton noises.

‘M-mommy-‘ he husked in a stutter against your tits, a strong arm looping around your waist to ground him, hand trembling where he squeezed you desperately when he pulled away to look up at you with glittery eyes. ‘I’m sorry b-but- I-'

You moved your fist up and down around his girth, probing the leaking tip with your thumb, gathering pre cum and spreading the sticky essence all over his shaft as you asked him if you were making him feel good, observing his lust laden expression through your lashes, to which he nodded at dumbly, incoherent affirmatives tumbling out of his parted lips.

‘Are you close?’ His balls were hot and heavy and pulsing with load when you took them between your fingers to rile him up even more and he groaned, shaking his head and shutting his eyes tightly. ‘Tell me, are you close baby?’ He pulsed at the pet name, a harsh curse slipping out the part of his lip. ‘Yes!’

'Well?’ You prompted, increasing your pace as you felt his cock buzz tellingly. ‘Come for me, baby boy.’

And he did, thick, hot jet streams shooting out and flying all over in between them, on your belly, on your thighs, and even on the bottom curve of your tits.

You found yourself breathing heavy in the aftermath, supporting a spent Jungkook who had his face buried into you chest with his back bowed, his arms weakly brought around your waist .

You kept your hand on his hair, soothing down the damp strands gently.

‘Tired…’ he mumbled into your skin, an incoherent slur you miraculously caught. ‘Can’t… move…'

You laughed a little.

'Of course.’ You said. You were feeling a lot more drained than you usually did after sex yourself, from your skin down to your bone. ‘That was a lot wasn’t it.’

‘Yeah…' he agreed sleepily. ‘But I had fun…. T’was good.’

‘I know.’ You leaned into to press a kiss to his crown and looped your arms snug around him in an embrace to keep him warm. ‘Me too.’ - Somewhere in between pulling yourselves together and trying to learn how to breath again, he’d dozed of on your tits.

You had a petite frame compared to his height and muscle. Jungkook was really tall and very broad in general.

Dragging his dead weight to the room wasn’t easy.

But you got there eventually.

He sunk into the sheets mumbling on his belly and you joined him on your side of the bed after catching your breath, shimmying into comfort next to his warmth to get some shut eye for a moment.

A handful of hours must’ve gone by. You were first to wake up. It was somewhere around five am. Not your usual time, unlike Jungkook who loved getting up early to hit the gym before work, but you had things to do.

He must’ve been really tired. He slept through his alarm. You reached out to the night stand with his things to hit snooze for him and decided he could do with some extra minutes of sleep.

You watched him propped on one elbow with your fist pressing at your cheek where he slept on after changing out of your birthday suit into one of his comfortable shirts, snoring softly, touching his hair.

Jungkook shifted, eyes fluttering lazily. When they saw you, he blinked dazedly multiple times before he shifted on his side to face you completely, bringing a loose arm around your waist.

‘Are you not tired?’ He asked you with a pleasant gruffness to his voice, eyes still shut.

‘No,’ You shook your head, tracing along the shape of his brow gently and brushing his fringe aside before you cupped his face. ‘I’m starting early today.’

His lids cracked open a notch and he looked at you questioningly with sleep in his eyes.

'Doing what?’

‘Homework.’

'But you’re in college.’ He pointed out in a rasp, pouting a little at the prospect of having you torn away from him and tugging you closer until you tumble on top of him. ’They don’t give out homework in college. I know. I’ve been there.’

You laughed, finding his clinginess cute. It wasn’t everyday that he referred back to his younger days, days he didn’t seem to be too proud of, often times reminiscing on them every now and then with a cringe or grimace or red tipped ears.

If there was something you knew for sure he didn’t regret about all the mishaps and slip ups of his past life, it was that it made him who he was, got him his awesome sleeve and it led him to meeting you in his later years.

Unable to help it, feeling your heart brim, you leaned down to peck him, just because he was right there, so close and near and yours.

‘It’s an assignment that I’m supposed to get done at home so…'

‘Homework.’ He nodded, lips stretching in a lazy, dopey grin as his hands lifted to rest on your waist and massage your sides absently. ‘Right. What about your parfait?’

That gave you a pause. He planted a kiss on the side of your mouth. He probably meant to catch your lips but he obviously still had quite some sleep weighing down on his system.

Right now, he seemed fine with just kissing down your jaw, and your neck, gentle and languid as he breathed you in and embraced you snugger. Distractedly, he asked. 'Did you get to eat it?’

You considered it in, humming at the pleasant feeling of his lips and hands on you, slipping your fingers into his hair, cradling the back of his head when he lifts his head a little to nip at your collarbones.

‘Yeah.’ You breathed out, voice a little husky. When he pulled away to blink up at you questioningly, you titled your and you grinned a little, working your thumb in circles at the base of his skull . 'You feed it to me, don’t you remember?’

The hazy look on his face dissipated as clarity dawned on his features and a deep flush broke out on his face, from the tips of his ears and down his neck.

'I thought…’ he trailed off, blinking repeatedly, struggling to speak as he went over the events of the previous night. ‘That’s good then. That uh you’ve satisfied your craving.’

You held back a little chuckle at his flustered reaction and hummed.

‘Yeah…' Your fingers touched his lips, soft and plump and still a little redder than normal from yesterday. ‘I wonder what I’ll be craving next.’

His lips stretched underneath your finger tip and it was nothing short cheeky and brimming mischief.

'Me too.’ He said, reaching out to cradle your nape. His thumb brushed your pulse tenderly, and he brought you close enough so that your noses touched and you shared a breath. ‘That reminds me, I never really got to make it up to you.’

Your suspicion for a scheme aside, you frowned at what he said, tilting your head.

‘You did.’ You told him, wondering if he was joking around or something. ‘I’m not mad anymore.’

'I mean I got to get off,' Jungkook explained, eyes darting all over your face before it settled on yours, steady and firm. ‘But you didn’t.’

‘Oh.’ You blinked, suddenly feeling all hot and funny. You let out a little breathy laugh and shook your head, squeezing where you held him a little to reassure him, giving him a tiny smile. ‘But, I didn’t need to. I had fun too. It's fine, really.’

He held you in silence, idly tracing your cheeks.

‘But I want to make it up to you.’ He stated earnestly, then he titled his head and his eyes flickered to you with a telling glint. He rasped our your name. 'I’m craving something.’

You resisted a huff even as you shuddered down to your toes and decided to entertain him

‘Tell me.' You perched your chin on his sternum and stared up at him, fingers slipping his hair to glide down his neck and shoulder in a slow, drawn out motion to rest on his chest, where his heart beat was picking up ‘What are you craving?’

Jungkook was silent for a beat, watching you with darkening eyes.

'Do we still have whip cream left?’

‘No.’ You shook your head slightly, feeling him up. ‘Finished it.’

He nodded distractedly, humming low in his throat.

'Alright.’ He muttered, reaching out to sooth your hair down and before he gripped. Oh. Heat coiled in your belly and he smirked at how hot you were getting on top of him. ‘I'm guessing fruit and yogurt will do. We have that.’

You peered up at him through your lashes and bit you lip, pulse picking up. The morning wood he sporting was getting impossible to ignore now with how he was looking at you.

‘Are you thinking what I’m thinking?’

‘Yeap.’ His lips curled into a lazy grin, and when he released you, you almost whined but he went straight to cupping your ass beneath the shirt of his you were wearing, clad in only underwear, making you jolt a little at the sudden motion, but you certainly had no complaints. ‘But first-‘

Jungkook chuckled at the sound you let out, and he gave you a playful smack before he mumbled, eyes dark with intent.

‘Will you look at the clock- it’s time for breakfast.’ Of course he would go and say something corny like that first thing in the morning. You couldn’t help but laugh as you sat up with your palms on his chest to push yourself off him.

‘It’s my turn to cook.’ You said, standing after moving off your straddle on him to slip your feet into your slippers, a white bunny with red detail to match his black bunny with pink cheeks. You tied your hair into a messy bun as he shuffled to lay on his side behind you and looked down at him over your shoulder, hands on your hips. ‘What are you in the mood for?’

He observed you silently for a while, then he reached over and gently took your hand, tugging you back.

'You.’ He spoke lowly, husking your name, his gaze clear even while heavy lidded with blatant arousal. ‘I’m in the mood for you.’

You sighed and turned to face him, leaning down to give him a quick peck and hold his face with your free hand.

‘That’s real sweet Kooks, but I’m talking about real food.’

He opened his pretty doe eyes wider slowly, bottom lip jutting out in pout that floored you, almost ensnaring you. A tender chuckle tumbled out of your lips and you gave his cheek a light pat with a little ‘tough luck’ before heading towards the door when he let reluctantly your hand slip out of his.

‘Put on something before you come out.’ You called from the door after grabbing one of his sweats from the draw before you entered the bathroom to freshen up quickly. They were big, dragging on the floor but they were warm and comfy and all you had to do was pull on the drawstrings. You shivered as soon as you walked out and hit the hallways, hugging yourself, trying to rub the goosebumps off your arms. The mornings were as brutal as ever it seemed. ‘It’s really cold out here.’

You could hear him groan from the living room and you shook your head, sighing under your breath as you slipped into the kitchen. Jungkook got sick so easy and he could be so stylish when he went out without trying but he hated wearing clothes inside more than anything.

What a mysterious enigma, you thought with a hint of sarcasm, and unbidden, a hint of affection bled through and extended that thought. One of the seven wonders of the world, that one.

You’d get to him and dress him yourself in a moment. Right now, your grumbling tummy couldn’t be ignored any longer.

You opened the fridge and stared at the contents for a while before you took out the eggs and bacon and set it on the counter.

Jungkook came out in a hoodie with sweats on, sitting across you on one of the two tall stools where you were setting the plates with a frown.

You absently started a count down in your head as you arranged the spread before you, already knowing the drill.

Three.

Two.

He started by calling you out, voice rough from sleep still. ‘You’re a real meanie. You know that?’

You hummed absently, moving to the other side and cracking the eggs over the sizzling pan.

‘At least give me my morning kiss.’ He called out from behind you. ‘I gave it to you already.’

‘A real one.’ He countered. ‘Not just a peck.’

You turned to grab some salt on the eating counter and sent him a look.

His hair was all mussed and you had to admit it was an adorably, hot look but there were other more pressing matters that begged for your attention. He was dressed yes, but of course, he was showing ripped skin down the center. It was tempting but you were more concerned for his wellbeing.

'Zip it first.’ You gestured at his hoodie. ‘Maybe then I’ll think about it.’

Jungkook did as you said sooner than you could finish blinking.

‘There.’ He declared with enthusiasm, brimming with childlike glee with an ear to ear grin, practically thrumming in excitement in his seat. ‘Now kiss me.’

Oh, there was no way you could deny him, especially when he got like this, so eager for your kisses. But you could be a little stern about, try to get all contemplative and rational when all you wanted to do was shower him with them.

So, you stared at him for a bit before you walked over and braced yourself to lean over the counter on your tiptoes so you could lift yourself, palms pressed onto the cold, marble surface.

He spared you the embarrassment of having to climb the counter and leaned over with his height to meet you somewhere halfway and cradle your face in his hands.

It was just a fitted press at first, your mouth slotted against his gently, melding perfectly, then a gliding roll of lips.

He held your face tighter when you tried to get back on your heels.

'The food…' you spoke airily against the wet smack of their lips, gaze trying to shift over your shoulders where the stove was sizzling. ‘It’s gonna burn…'

He tolerated blindly kissing your cheek for only a bit before he used his other hand to redirect your face towards him and meshed your lips again.

'Just a little bit more…' he husked, taking you bottom lip in between his as he angled his head, thumbs brushing your warm cheeks tenderly. ‘Let me taste you a bit more…'

His mouth tasted a little like mint, with a hint of cherry from his favorite chap stick and something distinctly him beneath it all as your tongues breached to mingle. It was intoxicating, making you feel dizzy and weightless.

Your heart felt unbelievably full and it was the easiest thing to melt into him. You closed your eyes, giving in and let him caress your tongue with his as you made out until your lungs protested.

Your eyes were still softly shut when he pulled way with a string of saliva in between your lips. He smiled a little at your serene expression and your eyes opened when he brushed a trail of wetness off the side of your mouth with his thumbs.

‘Spit.’ He said simply, giving you a final wipe with a satisfied nod and a dopey stretch to his lips. ‘All good now.’

You felt the spot with your fingers. It tingled pleasantly, like your cheeks, which were hot and probably super flushed with color.

Nodding, you pushed yourself off the counter and went over to check on the eggs.

They were a little crisper around the edge but luckily, not charred and burnt. Jungkook liked his eggs a little on the rawer in the mornings, for the rich proteins, good for muscles, he said once. You would have these ones. You finished cooking with no incident and in no time you were sitting across each other.

'Looks good,' Jungkook complimented, reaching for his fork with a bright grin as you did the same. It widened when he looked up at you. There was that pretty, sea glass twinkle in his galaxy eyes. ‘Thanks for the meal.’

You watched him dive in, humming graciously and you looked down at your own food, muttering your own thank with a little smile.

You were so so grateful for having him in your life.

i went through hoops trying to upload this. i made the banner myself. i edited this a dozen times.

a little game. take a shot every i use one word a hundred times because i have one braincell. dm me the hospital bill.

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shokobuns · 4 years ago

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→ sweet

you provide gojo’s favorite milk.

PAIRING: gojo satoru x reader

GENRE: smut drabble

WORD COUNT: 0.9k

WARNINGS: smut, unedited, lactation kink, post partum sex, mentions pregnancy, mentions of childbirth, hints of breast worship, unprotected sex, creampie, praise,

“I’m not stupid, Satoru.”

“What do you mean?” He asks, throwing his hands in the air, staring back. He’s always been a terrible liar.

Your arms cross together as you glare at him with sleep deprived eyes. “Something’s bothering you and you aren’t telling me about it.”

“Well, it’s not really bothering me—”

“Then, what the fuck is it?” You question sternly.

He’s been acting weird lately, as weird as Gojo Satoru can be. Usually, he’s a man who’s confident, lacking any type of guilt or shame, the epitome of inappropriate behavior from the open disrespect of his elders to public sex. But ever since you gave birth to his child, all you got were longing stares when he thought you weren’t looking and avoided eye contact. Sure, he does help out. He is the one that gets up late at night to comfort your child until she falls back asleep, but for some reason, he can’t seem to look at you normally.

“Is it okay if I just show you?”

You contemplate the question for a moment. Of course, you trust your husband, but at the same time maybe he would do something stupid. Either way, your curiosity would eventually get the best of you in those three seconds and you would let him briefly pick you up and bring you to the couch, letting him trail his lips down your neck. “Wait- the baby—”

“She’s taking a nap, it’ll be fine,” he replies, looking at you fondly, “It’s been a while, you know?”

“Yeah,” you manage to utter, his hands fondling your breasts, “I’ve missed you.”

“I know.” He smirks, quickly removing the rest of your clothes.

His touches are gentle, fingers brushing all over your body as he kisses you with fervor. He’s needy, more than usual, and taking his time with you. On the other hand, you have no problem with it, enjoying every sloppy kiss on your skin, tangling your fingers into white tufts of hair. It all feels so good and you haven’t even gotten to the best part. “You’ve never acted this weird just from being horny, Satoru,” you comment, observing how the pupils of his baby blue eyes dilate when his mouth starts to trail closer to your chest, “What do you really want?”

“This.” He replies, wrapping his lips around your nipple, his tongue swirling around the little darkened bud. Your eyes widen, then relax when he starts sucking, a sense of relief soon filling your body. He moans at the taste of saccharine milk on his tongue, positioning his hands on your back in order to desperately bring you closer to his mouth. He lets go with a pop, the white substance dripping from the corner of his mouth.

“You taste fucking sweet, Bunny,” he mutters, “Want more.”

Consumed in the feeling of his mouth, you’re lightheaded and your mind floats, so much that it feels like no time has passed and you’re suddenly positioned on his lap, arms loosely wrapped around his shoulders. Your next moves are almost natural, lining yourself up on his cock and sinking down, feeling him stretch you out for the first time in months.

He salivates at the sight of your breasts, spit dripping down his lips, and starts swirling his tongue on the other bud, sucking as you bounce on his lap, feeling the familiar warmth build in your lower tummy. Your walls convulse around him and you fasten your own pace, milky white cum dripping down his cock and down to his balls. “God, I fucking missed you,” he pulls off, gripping your ass, guiding your movements, “Missed your sweet little pussy and your tits.”

You roll your hips languidly and he groans into your chest, relishing in the sensation of your warm cunt. “So fucking pretty, tastes so fucking good.”

“Yeah?” You respond, shoving his face back down into your chest, “Then suck. Help me out, won’t you?”

He obeys, his mouth easily latching onto your nipple and suckling hungrily. You’re sensitive, the feeling of your milk being emptied out being oddly delightful with how hard he suctions it out of you, relieving the pressure in your breasts. He looks up at you with soft eyes, almost innocent looking with his mouth engulfed in your tits. It’s enough to make you come undone, your orgasm washing over you in waves as you tighten around him.

It’s not long until he’s shooting spurts of white himself, a warm and heavy load of cum filling you up at the same time he swallows every drop of milk you had to offer. Both of you pant, his cock still buried deep in your cunt while you fall forward, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Oh, no. Did I actually drink my daughter’s lunch?” He asks, back straightening in panic, holding your face between his hands with crazy eyes, “What’s she going to eat now? Do we have to give her the nasty powder milk? What have I do—”

“Shhh, Satoru,” you reassure him pressing a finger over his lips, trying to stifle a laugh, “There’s some in the fridge. And there’s nothing wrong with formula.”

“Oh?” His eyebrows raise, “You had your sweet breast milk in the fridge the whole time and didn’t tell me? How rude.”

“Big talk for someone who acted all weird just because they were too scared to say they wanted to drink it in the first place.”

“Hey!”

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kirieshhhka003 · 4 years ago

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eek i hope this is ok but can i request some soft sex with caesar and a female reader? afterwards the reader gets kinda emotional bc they're just really happy to have caesar and they just love them alot and then they finish with soft aftercare or cuddles or smth 💕 that just sounded super cute djwhfkwjfjns

A/n: Oh hell yes, I love this idea!!!sorry, the ending came out kinda shit, but I tried. Thank you for your request, my dear anon💚

Pairing: Caesar Zeppeli x afab! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, slow sex, teasing, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie

Not letting you sleep

A dark heated room is full of different sounds - quiet whispers and mumbling, soft moans, wet sounds of kisses, heavy breathing and a rhythmic jolts of bed headboard against a wall

Caesar’s warm hands are trailing all over your body, stroking all the right spots, making your toes curl in pleasure. Moans and pleadings slip past your lips, turning both of you on even more. Your bare skin brushes right agains his, all your senses go crazy, turning you into a little whore, so greedy for sex. His little whore

Blonde’s pace is slow, painfully so, you try to snap your hips into his thrusts but Caesar’s grip on your pelvis is strong, pinning you firmly to the mattress, not allowing to move. You whimper, almost crying, begging man to speed up for a little, but all you get in response is this amazing teasing smile

- Babe, stay still. We have the whole night, there’s no need for haste, - the way his words has made you nibble on your lip and furrow your eyebrows made him chuckle quietly. At the sight of this nasty smirk you got even wetter, grinding against Caesar’s abdomen impatiently

Blonde crouches over you, leaning down to give you a sweet breathy kiss. It turns out incredibly wet and long, making hot sloppy sounds that cause you moan right into Caesar’s mouth. You feel his lips curving a little into a smile, but you quickly forget about it. You forget about everything but him, all your thoughts are only about Caesar, the way he fucks your pussy right now. No one has ever made you feel even a half of the way that Zeppeli makes you in this exact moment

His thrusts are deep and slow, pounding your pussy in a soft mattress of the bed. His kisses are fervid, his warm swollen lips almost leave burns on your sweaty skin. Blonde’s words are nothing but filth, whispering sweet nothings mixed with italian in your ear. You can feel Caesar’s hot breathing on yourself, which sends thousands of shivers running on your whole body

Zeppeli’s calloused palm finds yours, and blonde fondly intertwines his fingers with your own. His other hand lowers to your clit, rubbing slightly a sensual bud of flesh, making you squeal in pleasure beneath him, rolling your eyes into head

- You feel so amazing on my dick... holy shit, that feels so good. You’re doing a great job bambina, milking me so fucking good, - at those words your cunny clenches on blonde’s cock, causing him to moan right into your ear, almost making you cum from this. God, it how is he that hot?

You snap your hips into Zeppeli’s each thrust, making the penetration even deeper. Your core is dripping wet, staining the linens, but if you two could care. Caesar places the inner side of your knees on his elbows, bending you over even more. Now he has you with your knees almost pressed to your chest, shoving his fat cock even deeper into your slicked cunny, with each thrust hitting your womb, nearing you closer to your high

- Ah, cara, I’m almost there... - you hear Caesar mumbling abruptly

Orgasm hits you like a tsunami, filling every cell of your body with pure pleasure. You grip on blonde’s muscular shoulders, scratching them slightly with nails in sweet agony. A few thrusts later you feel Caesar erupting inside of your pussy, filling your throbbing womb with his hot semen, and this feeling almost makes you cum for the second time

Caesar’s body relaxes and he lays on top of you, pinning you to the bed and not allowing to breathe properly, but you feel so tired and exhausted that you don’t even have strength to complain. Blonde snuggles his face into a crook of your shoulder, taking a deep breath, inhaling your body scent

You are almost sleeping when Caesar’s fingers trail on your ribs, tickling your sensitive skin. His lips are showering your neck with light kisses. Oh, you really thought that it was over? Babe, you got the whole night, Zeppeli won’t let you fall asleep that easily~

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plussizeappreciationfics · 3 years ago

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I have no idea if freaky Monday is still going, but teasing Andrew Garfield all day and him fucking you in the bathroom of an award show and his hand covering your mouth to keep you quiet?

whewwwwwww yessss

Andrew loves taking you to award shows because

1. You get to be pampered by him with beautiful shoes and dresses

2. He finna take you some place quiet to blow your back out

So it’s no surprise that at this year’s Emmy Awards, you’re in a restroom stall, holding onto your boo for dear life because he’s moving his cock smoothly and quickly inside of you. You had been gifted a beautiful long dress with a deep cleavage cut that made him go crazy the second he saw you in it.

Andrew had tried to ease his fingers into your panties on the way to the award show but since there was no partition in your rented car for the night, you didn’t want to become a hot topic the following day by stepping out of the car with smudged makeup and messy hair.

So, your boyfriend had waited until the most important moments of the show had passed before smoothly stealing you away from the group of celebrities you were talking to and leading you straight to the restroom.

Thankfully no one was occupying it so you were able to lock the door and get down and nasty. The actor couldn’t even wait for you to somehow slip out of your dress, he simply hooked your legs around his waist an pushed you against the door before sliding your panties aside and going straight to town.

“Fuck, I’ve been wanting this for hours now” he moans into your neck, making sure to suck and nibble on the sensitive skin there while his hand is placed on your mouth. You fucking love it, there’s so much excitement and pleasure rushing through your body. Your wetness is echoing through the small room but you don’t care as you had been holding in your horniness for hours too.

Andrew picks up the pace and snaps his hips against yours, hitting your sweet spot every single time and making you moan into his hand while holding onto his shoulders for dear life. You clench your eyes shut as you focus on the ecstasy you’re feeling and the delicate sex sounds your boyfriend is making.

It doesn’t take you long to reach your orgasm, wither in his tight embrace and feel your inner walls deliciously spasm around his throbbing and spurting cock all while whimpering as softly as you can. Andre’s orgasm has him feeling lightheaded as he gives you his final sloppy thrusts before slowly sliding out of you and admiring his cock that’s now coated with both of your juices.

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yikesharringrove · 4 years ago

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Steveikes to think he can hold his own in the bedroom with billy but as soon as Billy’s starts with his particularly nasty brand of dirty talk, calling his ass a pussy and a cunt, talking about how he wants to keep Steve in his bed open and ready for him 24/7, how he wants to fuck him over the hood of the camaro or have Steve ride him while he’s speeding down the highways,,, yeah Steve goes dumb with it, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he lets out a long and loud groan, mind racing with all the filthy shit billy keeps feeding him with

Steve’s never had any complaints.

The people he’s slept with have always been well and truly sated.

He likes taking care of his partners, making sure they finished, that they felt good and comfortable.

He loves pleasuring his partners, sucking dick or eating pussy, making them feel good.

So it’s not that he thinks he’s some sex god or something like that, but he’d definitely say he’s not bad.

And he figures going into it with Billy, he’d stand a chance. Get to share in the give and take that Steve’s sex life almost always is.

And that holds up the first few times they have sex. When kinks haven’t really come out to play yet.

Billy’s good. His stroke came is not to be doubted, and his cock is nice, thick and heavy. Makes Steve feel so good.

Plus, like, he’s really great to look at.

So yeah, Steve’s having a good time. Participating fully in sex.

Until one night.

After a party at Stacey Adams’ house.

They’re both a little crossed, and Steve feels loose, feels good, Billy on top of him, lazily kissing his neck.

He’s coherent, and in his body.

Until Billy takes his wrists, presses them in one hand to the pillow above Steve’s head.

And pins him down, using all that bulky muscle to keep Steve just where he wants him.

And Steve’s not a small guy.

But he’s never felt more little, more meek and overpowered as he felt in that moment.

And Billy leaned forward, biting harshly on his neck before muttering in his ear, his breath hot against Steve’s skin.

“Can’t wait to get into that little cunt ‘a yours. Gonna destroy that pussy and make you beg for more.”

And Steve has never moaned so fucking loud before.

His eyes practically rolled back, his body arching closer to Billy’s, his shoulders straining from where his hands are still pinned above his head.

Because fuck. That’s new.

The dirty talk, the cunt mention, the begging.

And Steve wants it. He wants Billy to take him as hard as he can, to make him feel full and fucking good, to open up his hole and tell him what a nice pussy he has.

He just has the overwhelming urge to make Billy feel good.

Not in the way he usually does, to carefully and expertly pleasure his partner.

He wants Billy to use his body anyway he wants to get off. He wants him to take and take and take, to make Steve oversensitive and incoherent. He wants Billy to call the shots. To take control.

Fuck, he wants to be dominated.

Billy had one hand holding both of Steve’s wrists above his head, the other hand was sloppily pouring lube between Steve’s spread legs, making it drip coldly down his balls, run along his crack.

It was sloppy, and Billy grinned when he tossed the lube away, pressing one hand down to feel over Steve’s hole, purring in his ear.

“You’re so wet for me. This get you goin’? When I hold you down like a bitch? That what makes your cunt drip?”

It was gross, and so very hot.

Steve doesn’t think he’s ever spoken to a girl like this. He’s pretty sure this is demeaning. And maybe that’s what makes it so good, the pure humiliation of it all.

“Tell me what you want, Sugar. Beg for it.”

Steve didn’t even have to think, Billy’s fingers gently circling his rim making him crazy and needy.

“Want you to finger me open, get me loose enough for your cock. Want you to fuck me hard. Fuck m-my, my pussy.”

His face burned, and his cock kicked, spitting precum over his stomach. Billy grinned. He pushed one thick finger forward, and Steve moaned loudly at the intrusion, the sweet pressure as he opened up for Billy.

“God, you’re so easy. Such a fucking slut. Don’t know how your pussy stays so tight, the way you gag for cock. Maybe I should just keep you nice and open then, what do you think? Tie you up in this bed, keep you plugged up and loose for me to use anytime I want. Nothing but a cocksleeve for me.”

“Yes, Billy, fuck. I want that. I want you to use me.”

Billy drew his finger out, pressing two in at once, pushing them in and spreading them open, making Steve’s toes curl.

“What will you let me do, Stevie? Let me fuck you in public? Bend you right over my car and take you in front of the whole fuckin’ town?”

“God, yeah. Show everyone what a whore I am for you.”

It was making Steve so goddamn hard, calling himself a whore. Being taken by one by now three of Billy’s fingers. Picturing himself being claimed, being fucked, in broad fucking daylight.

And then Billy’s fingers were gone, and Steve actually fucking whined.

“Really, Baby? You want my cock that bad?”

All Steve could muster was a pathetic little mmn-hmmn in confirmation.

Billy reached down to slick up his cock, sliding it along the excess lube all over Steve.

One little adjustment, and the blunt head of his dick was pushing against Steve’s hole, just teasing him, barely even breaching his rim.

Billy leaned forward over him, and Steve thought he was going in for a kiss, let his eyes flutter closed.

And something wet hit his cheek as Billy thrust forward, ramming his cock inside Steve the exact same moment he spat on him.

Steve cried out, his mind going blank as he writhed, back arching off the bed, shoulders flexing as Billy still held his arms over his head.

Billy was fucking him brutally, knocking the wind out of Steve with every buck of his hips.

It felt like Billy was everywhere, and Steve was just a drooling fucking mess, barely even registering the words coming out of Billy’s mouth.

“-filthy fucking slut. Just a wet hole for me to use. Don’t even give a fuck if you finish, just gonna fill your cunt with my cum, watch it drip outta you like some brain dead little bitch.”

It was so hot.

“B-Billy, feels so fu-ucking good,” Steve could barely get the words out as Billy rammed his cock in and out of him, stretching him so wide it was bordering on painful.

“Your little pussy’s so tight for me. So fucking wet, you’re makin’ a mess of the fucking bed. What’s Stacey gonna think? When she comes in here after the party and finds the sheets ruined. You think she’s gonna know? Know that it was King Steve who got sloppy enough to leave a goddamn puddle? Know that it was me who got you on your back? Stuffed my cock so far up your sweet cunt you won’t be able to sit tomorrow?”

“I-I want her to know. Want everyone to know.”

“To know what?”

“That I’m, you make me-I’m your slut. Want everyone to know how, how good you fuck me. And how w-wet my pussy gets for you,” Steve stuttered out, his cheeks burning.

And then the pressure on his wrists were gone, and all of a sudden Billy’s fist was closing tightly around Steve’s cock, stroking him in time with his rough thrusts.

“Should drive through town with you squirming on my cock. Roll down the windows, blast the radio, and let everyone see what a mess you turn into for my dick inside you.”

Billy gave one final tug, and Steve nearly screamed, his entire body going tight as he came all over them, covering himself and Billy with his cum.

He felt exhausted after, boneless and absolutely fucking ruined.

But Billy kept going, still fucking into Steve just as rough, just as brutal, getting himself off.

“That’s right, Sugar. Just lie back and let me take care of myself. Just use your fuckhole to finish off and leave you so sloppy and wet.”

And he did just that, bucking a few more times against Steve, sucking a punishing hickey onto Steve’s neck, no doubt leaving a huge mark Steve would probably whine about tomorrow.

He pulled out of Steve, sitting back on his heels to watch as his own spunk dripping slowly and beautifully out of Steve’s hole, puffy and pink and abused.

He pressed a kiss to the inside of Steve’s knee, the music from the party thumping away through the walls of the random bedroom.

Billy helped Steve stand up, pulling his underwear and jeans up and on for him, even buckling his belt, planting another kiss to Steve’s belly.

Steve felt loose, felt tired and fucked out. He felt fucking amazing.

“How was that?” Billy felt more on the nervous side.

Steve had gone along with everything Billy was talking about, had even cum harder than Billy’s ever seen, but he’s not sure.

“So fucking good, Bill. Gonna make you do that again someday soon.

Billy grinned at him as he zipped up his fly, pulling his shirt back on over his shoulders.

“‘Course, Baby. Gotta treat my princess right.”

Steve smiled at him softly, and they leaned in together for one last kiss before finding their ways out of the bedroom, leaving at different times, hoping not to draw any suspicious attention to themselves.

Steve caught Billy’s eye from across the living room several minutes later, raising one eyebrow and jerking his head towards the front door. Billy nodded once, their signal for leaving the party and heading back to Steve’s for the night.

Billy got in his car, following Steve home from a distance, hoping with his whole heart that Steve still had some of his cum left in him, some that Billy could use his fingers to fuck in and out of Steve before only adding to the load.

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taeyongssi · 4 years ago

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Hate to Love you

Jooheon x Reader (Fem)

wc: 2.378

Genre : Smut.

warning contains overstimulation, explicit content.

Hate to love you

Jooheon was eyeing you from across the bar, you felt his eyes in you back but you paid him no attention. You’ve been trying to avoid the conversation you knew was coming. Jooheon has been trying to get into your bed ever since you two shared a dance that night, a year ago.

A year ago.

You were celebrating your best friend's birthday in the club when you saw him, sitting at one of the tables in the corner, his cheeky smile lit up because of his pearl white teeth. It has been a while since you had some male attention due to a nasty break up. You were basically craving someone touching you at this point, the alcohol you’ve been drinking wasn't helping either, but gave you a nice confidence boost.

You told your friends you’d be right back and grabbed your empty glass and walked over to his table “ You seem to like what you see” Is how you decide to break the ice standing right infront of him at his table, you hear one of his friends almost choking upon hearing your bold move. Little did you know, you’ve started the longest on and off thing in your life.

Jooheon wasted no time and stood up and towered over you, you already felt the muscles in your lower abdomen tighten at the sight of him towering over you with the same cheeky smirk he had while staring at you.

You grabbed his collar and pulled him to the dance floor where you start grinding on him. He grabs your hips tight while following the movement of your hips. Your heads moving closer together and you could feel his breath on your lips.

Today

Everytime you think back to that night you’ve regretted making that move, he has caused you nothing but hurt and heartbreak, sure the sex was amazing but he broke your heart time after time. Jooheon was the type of man that wanted full control, control over your head, body and emotions. You didn't mind that he was dominant in the bedroom, not at all, but the way he wanted to control every aspect of your life without having a relationship bothered you extremely. Despite you hating the type of man he was, you had a huge weak spot for him, he spoiled you, cooked delicious dishes and bought you presents.

You felt someone standing behind you “ Did you miss me so much you are following me ?” You just knew he was smirking behind your back. Slowly you turned around and gave him a death stare “ I think you are the one following ME Jooheon. “ Trying as hard as you can to not show any sign of intimidation by him towering over you. “ Why would i follow you? I broke things off, remember.” His tone changed, he knew damn well that wasn't true, you had a whole fit over leaving him, and made it very clear you wanted nothing to do with him, even though you knew you were lying, all you wanted was for him to admit he loved you.

“ You know thats not true.” Your voice broke, failed to keep strong in his intense stare. “ I do, but i just wanted to break your cold facade, i know you, you're not like this” He knew you through and through, you hated him. “ if you wont mind stepping aside, im going home you ruined my mood, again, fuck you Jooheon.” You couldn't keep it in anymore. You stood up from your bar stool and pushed him aside and made your way to the door, for a second you thought that was it, but you should have known better.

Jooheon didn't like to be talked back to, he needed to control every situation he was in, and he never liked you fighting back, but he couldn't help coming back to you everytime, you did something to him. No one ever went against him, but you did, and he wanted more.

You walked fast without turning around, Jooheon was running behind you. “ I'm not turning around Heon-i, I'm done, I told you.” Without turning around fastening your pace “ Y/n please, please talk to me I’m sorry.” You heard it all before, but you can’t help to hear his voice crack. “ Y/N!” Jooheon yelled at you, way more desperate than he wanted. His tone stopped you dead on the spot, you never heard that tone from him before. “ Y/n please hear me out” You refused to turn around, you just stood there waiting for him to catch up and pass you.

He stood in front of you, catching his breath from running after you. Jooheon left his jacket in the club, he couldn't feel the cold. Staring at each other you seem to forget the cold, the people on the street, the look in his eyes had changed. Desperation filled his stare, even a bit of pain was creeping through his piercing eyes. “ I’ll give you 1 minute, go.” Still trying to hide the feelings sparked by him, you refuse to give in this easy.

“ You’re driving me insane, you're not like the other girls. You spark my desire, i don't know how to control you-” he stopped seeing your reaction to the last part. “ Control me?! That's your problem Jooheon, you want to control my life, and i won't let you, not again. You broke my heart so many times, I LOVE YOU “ Before you know it you yelled the last three words, tears creeped up in your eyes.

Jooheon blinked twice at your confession, time seemed to have stopped at this moment. Frozen in stares the both of you try to figure each other out. Jooheon stepped forward and you could feel his body heat radiating through your clothes, never breaking eye contact. He cupped your face and looked for your consent. Before he could find it you pressed your lips against his.

The kiss was different than the sloppy kisses you had before, this kiss had passion. You get lost in his hands and step a bit closer to him and place your hand on his chest. Jooheon slowly opened his mouth and whispered a breathy “ I-...I love you too.” Your legs almost gave out underneath you, he noticed and quickly caught you in his strong embrace.

After the magical moment in the middle of the street, Jooheon grabbed your hand “ Lets go to my place” He softly said slightly squeezing your hand. You nodded your head, still zoned out from the passionate kiss the two of you just shared, also surprised he invited you to his house, even though this has been going on for over a year, you never saw his house.

Jooheon hailed a taxi and let you in first, you didn't know what to say or how to react to his sudden change, and neither did Jooheon. During the short ride to his house, the two of you stay quiet and try to get a grip on what just happened, both having a slight pink flush on your cheeks.

When you arrive at his house, you can't even see beyond the front door, the old passion the two of you shared returned. He pulled you in for a kiss, and wasted no time to try and pry open your mouth with his tongue. Tangled in the kiss you push close his front door without looking, the two of you stumble through his house, him taking the lead.

He pulls you onto the couch and puts you on his lap. “ i fucking hate you, you know that right” you say between kissing his soft lips “ and i love it” He returns to you, he plants fast kisses in your neck and onto your jaw. The muscles in your stomach tighten and you let out a soft moan. “ That's my girl” Jooheon girns between kisses and bites the soft skin in your neck, you throw back your head and slide your hand onto the back of his head and grab a handful of hair.

You ever so slightly pulling his hair made him groan and bite a little harder “ fuck Y/N you're driving me crazy.” You grin, time for payback. Pulling his hair a little harder in order to get him out of your neck, you give him a playful look and see the eagerness in his eyes. “i guess its time for you to learn how I felt” You breathe onto his neck and plant very light kisses just under his ear, you feel his hand grabbing your hips tight in anticipation.

You take your time and leave long pauses between kisses, nibbles and licks. Using one hand to keep his head back and one placed on his chest, tracing his muscles. Jooheon wasn't used to being teased like this, but he liked it. Your hand going down slowly drove him over the edge, he couldn't do this anymore. Jooheon grabbed your ass and stood up, making you slip out a moan in surprise. “ enough of this teasing, let me show you how much i love you”

You are glad he did, you're not a dominant person and were running out of ideas. He carried you to the bedroom where he laid you down on his king size bed. “ Let me show you how to tease” He put on the grin you knew all too well, but you weren't complaining. Jooheon traced your lips with his finger, lowering down your chin and tracing every part of your body with a single finger. Never touching any of your sensitive spots, you arch your back in anticipation.

“J-jooheon” You manage to get out while he is exploring your body with his index. “ Yes?” he grins “ I want you “ is all you can get out of your throat. “ You want me what? use your words baby girl” he smiles while tracing your exposed inner thigh. “ I want you to make me cum” Even before the words leave your lips his finger slides under your dress and onto your silk underwear. “ Were you expecting something?” He grins while feeling the wet spot on your underwear. He used his other hand to bring up your dress to your waist. The two of you locked eyes and the spark flew.

He slipped one finger into your underwear and felt your slik on his fingers and he couldn't hide his excitement. He circled around your clit skillfully, even better than he did before. you arch your back at his touch, you are already close to your climax. “ you didn't think i would let you cum so easily, did you babygirl?” he whispered on your neck just before planting sloppy kisses. The sound of his voice sends sparks through your whole body.

He pulls his hand back and pulls you on your knees on the bed. You know what's coming, he starts to undo his belt and reveals his fully erect shaft to you. After collecting your breath for 2 seconds you brush your hair out of the way and kiss the tip, which makes him groan in pleasure, you lick the length of his shaft and take it in your mouth with your hand to follow the motion of your lips. he throws his head backwards and lets out a moan. His fingers slip into your hair and grab hold of some locks, guiding you to his desired rhythm. You catch the taste of pre-cum, he is close too.

Jooheon couldn’t help thrusting softly into your throat, when he was close to his climax he pulled back and bent over, pulling your hair to make your head fall back, once again your eyes met. This is how you find him the sexiest, the hunger in his eyes, the little sweat drops on his temples. “ Please Heon-i.” you beg upon seeing his hungry eyes “ Please fuck me Heon-i.” His grin grew wider “ I love it when you beg me, turn around baby girl.” You get on all fours and wiggle your ass revealing your glistening slit to him, he lets out a hungry sigh upon seeing you. He plants a few kisses on your clit, making you plant your face in the pillow even revealing yourself more, he presses his tongue onto you and you let out a load moan “Heon” is all you can manage to moan to him.

he gently pushes a finger into you “ you’re so fucking wet, i love it.” He pushes another finger into you and easily finds your sensitive spot, you cry out his name a couple times nearing your climax for the second time tonight. He takes out his finger and positions himself behind you and places one hand on your lower back and uses the other one to coat himself in your slick before sliding his dick into you. Jooheon doesn’t waste any time and starts thrusting fast and deep, you reach your climax in no time, but that doesn't stop him from going on, you feel your legs weaken with every thrust he gives you.

He wraps an arm around you keeping you up, even the sweat drops and drips onto your back from his forehead makes you shiver from pleasure. You’re yelling out his name, your makeup smudged on your face. Jooheon slides out of you and flips you onto your back, seeing your fucked out face makes him even hornier, he opens your legs and slides himself back into you and continues his rough rhythm. At this point your reaching over stimulation, your eyes rolling back, your back arching and legs twitching, the combination of all this makes Jooheon reach his climax at the same moment you reach your second one. He slowly rides out the orgasm and plants a kiss on your forehead. “ are you okay baby girl?” he gently asks while brushing the hairs out of your face. “ Wanna take a bath together?” You nod your head to both questions, unable to get any sounds out of you. He gets up and walks into the bathroom and lets the tub fill. When he comes back you catched your breath and came back down from your high enough to say “ Please don't leave me again, Jooheon.”

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gavin-plz-call-me · 3 years ago

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Biho NSFW alphabet

I have basically no experience in writing nsfw content, so I thought writing a few alphabets might be a good way to get myself used to them.

NSFW below, obviously

AO3

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

-Biho always makes sure to help you clean up after sex.

-If you're really tired out, he'll help you up and lead you to the bathroom so you can pee (ALWAYS PEE AFTER SEX!!) and will help you wash up, either in the shower or just quickly with a washcloth

-If this is happening during the day, chances are he'll fall asleep after getting you all cleaned up, but if this is at night he'll cuddle up beside you and watch as you fall asleep.

-If you're okay with him altering your dreams, he'll even make sure you have a nice one once you finally fall asleep. B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

-He's not particularly concerned with his own body, but the one thing he takes absolute pride in his hair. That may just be my love for his hair poking through, though...

-As for you, he loves every part of you, but his favorite part has got to be your lips.

-They're beautiful and kissable, even when they're chapped from your nasty lip biting habit.

-And, he constantly gets lost in the thought of your lips wrapped around his cock.

-He's a thigh man. C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

-When you guys use a condom, he's not opposed to cumming inside you.

-But, if he pulls out, Biho is a polite boy and will probably try not to cum on you. If he does cum on you, he scrambles to clean it up right away.

-If you ask him to cum on you, though, he'll do it no problem, and he'll immensely enjoy doing so. D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

-He wants to give you a wet dream but hasn't built up the courage to ask you if he can.

-He doesn't like messing with your dreams without your consent and giving you a sexual dream would definitely be crossing a line, but the thought of giving you that type of dream and watching you squirm in your sleep turns him on like nothing else.

-Maybe one day he'll ask you. E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

-He may be the youngest of the four boys, but he's still 100 years old, so he's gotten around a bit.

-That being said, he's never been the type to go looking for hookups or anything so his sexual encounters have only included people he's had serious relationships with. F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

-Loves missionary just because he loves looking at you. He loves to see the faces you make and when you whisper in his ear while he's fucking you.

-If he's particularly tired, though, he's a slut for cowgirl/reverse cowgirl. G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

-Generally, Biho is a very to-the-point guy, he doesn't joke around a lot, that's just not in his nature, and that doesn't change when the two of you are having sex. H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

-He's not completely shaved, but he keeps it well groomed. He takes pride in his hair and that includes down there.

-Carpets match the drapes. I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

-Sex with Biho is very intimate

-Even if it's just a spur of the moment thing, he will spoil you so much

-Please spoil him back. J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

-He's one horny Goblin I'd say, so he jerks off pretty frequently, maybe 4-5 times a week, give or take depending on how much you guys are having sex at the moment.

-Usually, he just uses his imagination, but if modern technology is good for anything, it's good for finding stuff to wank to.

-He loves a good slow-burn smut fic.

-Loves mutual masturbation as well on his lazier days. K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

-As mentioned in D, he loves the thought of giving you a dirty dream and watching you squirm around.

-And he's not one to shy away from public sex. Despite that, you usually do it somewhere where you're pretty unlikely to get caught because that would be pretty mortifying for the both of you.

-Other than that, he's pretty vanilla. L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

-Just in bed is usually what he usually prefers.

-But, and this may be a bit controversial, he's a hoe for sex on the beach and not just the cocktail

-You wanna get fucked harder than you've ever been fucked before? Take him to the beach at night and that goblin will turn into a sex monster.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

-You! You! You!

-Basically, anything you do will get him going.

-One way to really get him going, though, is to read a dirty book around him. Like one of those cheesy paperback romance novels with photos of shirtless men on the cover.

-Might even get a bit jealous of the book, because he can write so much better, yet you're reading that?

-Read the book together, and things will get steamy quick. N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

-He does not want to hurt you, the most pain you'll get out of him is the smack of his hips against yours when he's fucking you particularly hard, or a gentle pull of your hair when you're giving him that good sloppy toppy.

-Any type of BDSM type stuff, especially sex where you might say no when you really mean yes is not happening with Biho.

-He's hard-wired to stop when he can tell his partner doesn't like what's happening and there's no changing that. If you said no or stop in a sexy, oh keep going kinda way, he wouldn't understand and would stop immediately. O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

-Speaking of sloppy toppy, he loves receiving, he loves your lips after all.

-That being said, he gives as much as he receives, and goddamn is he good with his mouth. P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

-Depends on how awake he is, and really what you want.

-You're most likely to get pounded at night.

-And morning sex with Biho is slow and sensual.

-If you beg him to go faster, though, it doesn't matter how tired he is, he'll do it. Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

-Will have them occasionally but he prefers longer sessions.

-Is always a bit worried that you won't have enough time to cum during a quickie, but you never worry. R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

-He's okay with a little risk of getting caught, especially when that includes getting intimate on the beach.

-And he might try out some kinkier acts if you want him to, but since he doesn't want to hurt you he won't go too far. S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

-Again, this depends on how awake he is. Is he tired? He can go for a round of slower sex.

-Is he wide awake? A couple rounds are in your future! T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

-If you want to use toys during sex, he is more than happy to oblige, they especially help on those days where you wanna get frisky during the day and he just doesn't have the strength to do so well enough.

-Has never owned a toy for his own use, but has always considered getting a fleshlight, but his hand does the job well enough, so he doesn't have the motivation to actually go out and buy one. U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

-Not a tease at all.

-He's a straightforward guy, if he knows you want sex, and he's in the mood, he doesn't want to make you work for it, he'll just give it to you. V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

-He'll definitely moan and groan, but he's not a big dirty talker.

-Whimpers when you give him head. W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

-Writes smut on occasion, and he makes himself extremely horny while doing so.

-Would love to have you read it one day, and maybe even recreate the scenes together... X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

-He's a bit above average in length, but nothing too crazy.

-He's uncut

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

-Let's just say, when it comes to his sex drive, Hansol isn't too far off always calling him a kid.

-He's basically a teenager in goblin years, so he's always a bit horny.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

-It depends on when you're doing it.

-If you had morning sex, he's out like a light in a matter of seconds.

-If it was at night, however, he will cuddle you, rubbing circles across your skin, and basking in comfortable silence for hours. Or until you fall asleep, whichever comes first.

#wannabe challenge #wannabe challenge headcanons #wannabe challenge headcanon #wannabe challenge biho #wannabe challenge fic #wannabe challenge fanfic #wannabe challenge fanfiction #com2us

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infernwetrust · 4 years ago

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Easy To Fall [Xavier Plympton x Fem Reader] Pt 1.

PART 2

Summary: The one where you’ve just gotten out of a bad relationship and he’s just gotten out of a bad relationship. Fortunate enough he’s able to catch your eye one faithful night. What was suppose to be just a fling, turned out to be so much more.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of drug use, drug use, fluff, emotional, pre-smut, let me know if I missed one!

WC: 3.7k

A/N: This came to me in the spur of the moment one night lol. Part 1 of a 2 part series! Hope you enjoy. Thank you for reading! -Juno

It was suppose to be nothing more than a short fling you told yourself. He was suppose to just be the rebound and then he became so much more. Xavier Plympton. How the two of you ended up meeting regularly for brunches and movie nights were astonishing to you. You learned quickly too that he was also recovering from a break up. He let it slip out on accident at one of the brunches. And you soon learned that maybe you were suppose to be his rebound too.

But he was so damn persistent. He never stopped calling and he always popped up randomly, as if he knew where you were at all times, but it's LA, certain faces stand out and his was one of them. After the first time you two had sex and he demanded that you go out to brunch with him, he had you hooked. He was a total sweetheart despite his playboy charm. Behind all the cockiness, the attitude, and the drugs, Xavier was the easiest person to talk to. You haven't felt that close to anyone in a while.

Today was the day that he finally convinced you to come to one of his aerobics classes and even meet some of his friends. You watched as he moved flawlessly throughout the room, swaying his hips. He was so fucking cute. He glanced over at you, watching as you stumbled over your own two feet, trying to keep up with everyone else. He chuckled as he leaned against the mirror, taking a sip from his water bottle.

"Keep going, everyone!" he shouted as he made his way over to you. "Struggling to keep up, Ms. Y/L/N?" You gave him a sarcastic chuckle before you stopped completely, needing to catch your breath.

"You're cute." you began. "But you're also a fucking asshole, you know that?"

"Awww, babe. You're so sweet. If you want me to help you just say that."

"I'm gonna choke you."

"That sounds fun, but come on, lemme show you." He took a confident stance next to you, running his hands through his sweaty hair. "Just follow my lead okay? Don't be afraid to tell me to slow down." He winked at you after that last sentence, causing you to blush. He started to move and you jumped in where you felt comfortable, following his every step, not missing a single cue.

"Remember to breathe while you're moving as well." he added. "A lot of people don't remember to take breaths when they exercise and it makes you tired faster." You nodded at his advice. "Think you can keep up now for the rest of this first half? I'm gonna go coach one of my buddies real quick."

"First half?!" you asked confused.

"Yeah we've only been in here for like 20 minutes."

"Feels like a fucking hour. Wow I'm so tired, X."

"You'll get use to it, should you keep joining me."

"We'll talk at the end of class blondie. Go help your buddy."

"Here. I'll give you a partner." He shouted half way across the room for a girl named Montana who came running over.

"Whats up , X?" she questioned, slightly bouncing her body to keep on rhythm with the still playing music.

"This is, Y/N. She's a first timer. Mind keeping up with her for me." Montana's eyes widened at the name and a grin came across her face. Xavier must have been talking to his friends about you. "Y/N, this is one of close friends, Montana."

"Yeah, sure. I got you."

"Don't scare her away please. You're usually good at doing that."

"Fuck off, Xavier." He chuckled before looking between the two of you, giving a reassuring nod before swaying off to help someone else.

"So." Montana said, starting to move next to you. "You're the Y/N, Xavier can't stop talking about. He must really like you."

"I mean, I would hope so. We've been talking for like 6 months."

"6 months and I'm just now meeting you? Oh yeah, he definitely likes you. He's usually quick to show us a new girl he's talking to. Steady in competition with our other two friends, Chet and Ray." That almost made you feel special and you tried to hide your smile. "They're never going to give him the end of it when they find out. They've been questioning him like crazy and he's been making up all sorts of excuses."

"I'm sure it's nothing. It's like a friends with benefits thing. X and I are both good where we are. He hasn't show any interest in taking it any further and I'm sure he's talking to other people."

"Why so sure?"

"X came off as a huge playboy when I met him." you shrugged, pausing a moment to reset yourself. "I watched as he danced with any pretty girl he came into contact with that night in the club. He tried it with me, but of course I put up a fight, but he was so fucking persistent. I basically caved in and leaped into his arms. We made out the rest of the night and I found myself back at his place and you know, in his bed."

"Mhmmm." Montana chimed in to let you know that she was listening.

"I slept over and then the next morning he demanded that we have brunch together and we talked for a really long time. He never stopped calling, never stopped popping up by my place and we've just been talking ever since. We have sex every now and then, but I feel it's more of a friendship with benefits than anything."

"I don't know, Y/N. I haven't seen any other girl around, not even when we go out. He's usually drunk and dancing in a group with the guys. And he's been like that for about... 4 months. Adds up to me, yeah?" It did add up and that scared you. You glanced over at Xavier who was laughing extra hard with another man, almost the same height as him, but a lot more buffer. He gave him a playful punch in the shoulder before the two resumed dancing throughout the room. You assumed that was one of his other friends. You bit down on your bottom lip, squeezing your eyes shut, replaying some of the memories you've shared with Xavier.

"You seriously just eat chocolate ice-cream?" Xavier asked, his face full of disgust as he watched you devour your ice-cream cone.

"Yeah." you simply responded, not seeing the issue. "It's fucking delicious."

"It's horrible. You could have any flavor you want and you choose nasty chocolate."

"I sure did. It does not get any better than chocolate ice-cream. What's so nasty about it, huh? Tell me."

"It just taste like cold."

"No, that's vanilla."

"You take that back right now."

"Or what? What are you gonna do?"

When you went to take a another lick of your cone, he smashed it again your face, chuckling as he did.

"I'm... gonna kill you. Yep. I'm gonna kill you."

"I'd like to see you-," . Without warning, you grabbed his cone, taking it, and tried to smash it against the side of his face, but he was fast. He caught your hand, taking his cone back and instead smashing it against your face.

"Run." you said, jaw clenched.

"Or what."

"Run."

***

"Say it louder." Xavier moaned in your ear as he thrusted in and out of you. Your arms wrapped tightly around his neck as you sunk your teeth into his shoulder, barely hanging on to life as he made you feel so good. It didn't help that the two of you got out of the ass high before this started, your bodies basically floating. "Let the whole neighborhood hear you, baby."

"Mmm, fuck me daddy." you whimpered.

"Louder." he said, speeding up the pace. You repeated yourself, twice as loud, your nails now digging deep into his back, so deep that it drew a little blood.

"That's a good girl. God you're so fucking pretty." He leaned in for what was suppose to be a sloppy kiss, but what was instead a passionate one and the both of you held each other close, your hands running gently through his blonde hair.

***

"Are you sure this is something that you want to try, Y/N?" he asked as the two of you sat across from each other in the sand, a small fire lit, joint in his mouth. "Just because I'm doing it, doesn't mean you have to." He firmly gripped the bottle of molly that he had in his hand.

"I want to." you said, placing a hand on his thigh. "I want to go on an adventure with you. And what's the worse that can happen? We both die? At least we're here together right?"

"Die?!"

"I said the worse, Xavier."

"I know, I'm just messing. I know my sources." He passed you a pill and the both of you took them together. 45 minutes later you felt like you left the planet. You and Xavier ran around the beach, chasing in each other in almost absolute darkness, unless one of you ran by the small fire he created.

When he finally caught you, and he did with those long legs, he tackled you into the sand, laying on top of you, planting soft kisses on your face, lips, and neck. You pulled him in for yet another one of your heated kisses which soon turned into a night of pure bliss on the beach.

Overwhelmed by your thoughts, you stopped dancing abruptly, running out of the class and into the hallway. Xavier noticed almost immediately and gave a confused look with his hands up in the air at Montana as he ran out after you. She simply shrugged, not really knowing why you ran out either. You fell to the ground, knees first as you started to cry, unsure of what was going on and unsure of why you were feeling this way.

"Y/N?!" Xavier semi-shouted and he got down on the ground next to you. "What's wrong, babe? What did she say to you?! I knew I should of gave you Brooke as a partner instead."

"She didn't do anything." you answered between sobs. "I just... I just need a minute. Please.." He continued to look at you with worried eyes, placing his hand firmly on your shoulder, gently rubbing it with his thumb. "Please. I'm fine, I promise. I'll be back in there in a minute." He didn't leave before pressing his lips against your temple, giving you a kiss.

You took a few minutes to recollect yourself. Truth is, you had long fallen for Xavier 3 months into your 6 month talking stage, but you had felt like it was too soon. He was fresh out of a relationship and so were you, but he was so damaged. Even though you didn't have to, you put up with his change in mood every so often and his random bouts of wanting to still be in your presence, but in absolute silence.

You finished out class strong, Montana still your partner, fighting back your tears every time you made eye contact with Xavier. He would give you a small smile and you'd give him one return. Montana had awoken the flame you let lay dormant for 3 months too long, but you weren't sure if he felt the same way, regardless if Montana thought so. After class, you stayed behind with her, her introducing you to Brooke and pointing out the other two boys in the friend group who were pulling Xavier to the side to talk and you couldn't help but eavesdrop, tuning back into the conversation you were having with Brooke and Montana.

"So when is single Xavier coming out to play?" Chet asked. "He's been ignoring us for 6 months."

"Single Xavier never left the building." Xavier said, grinning. "He's just calm now."

"Bullshit." Ray said. "For like a solid month you went crazy. I've never seen you do so many drugs and fuck so many girls in the course of a month."

"So you want single Xavier, so that I can go on a another drug binge? I'm trying to heal guys, come on."

"Noooo. We want single Xavier to come and have fun with us tonight at the bar."

"Yeah." Chet chimed in. "That sounds more correct. You're a little bit too aggressive intoxicated on drugs anyways. But tell us, dude. Is that her?" Your breath hitched in your throat, knowing that all of their eyes were burning into your back. "And if it is, how come we've never heard about her?"

"I'm taking things slow with her, okay? And when I introduce you guys you have to promise me that you won't be so... so much, yeah?"

"Jesus Christ, he's pussy whipped."

"Here we fucking go." Xavier said, furrowing his eyebrows and running his hands across his face.

"Me? Aggressive?" Chet asked, playfully sizing Xavier up.

"Especially you, Chet."

"Yeah, well, fuck you. Still come to the bar with us, come on man, when's the last time it's just been us dudes?"

"I already made plans with Y/N for after here."

"What happened to bros before-," Ray began to question.

"Don't fucking go there, Ray. Look, tomorrow night fellas. I promise."

"You make too many promises, Plympton, but go ahead. Introduce us to your secret lover."

"She is not my-,"

"I ain't even trying to hear it." Ray said, taking his toothpick out of his mouth. "Lover boy. You always were a softy, X."

"I can fuck with and talk to whoever I want. Got it? I can call it quits whenever I want. Who says I'm not trying to prepare myself to find better? I don't care if we've been talking 6 months versus 2 years. I call the shots. If I wanna forget about her, I can forget about her, no problem."

"There's the beast. Chet said, grabbing Xavier by his shoulders and giving him a good shake.

"Still not going to the bar, though. I made plans and you know I'm a man that sticks to the plan." You could hear the other two guys sigh in frustration, but you were too wrapped up in your own sadness and frustration to even begin to want to say something. "You guys seemed a bit too riled up right now. I'll introduce you another time. It's getting late and I got to close up anyways."

"So you'll come with us?" Brooke asked, pulling you from listening to the boys conversation.

"I would." you said, honestly not even hearing what she asked. "But Xavier and I are suppose to be hanging out."

"Ooo." Montana said, raising her eyebrow.

"It's not special. Friday's are always reserved for movie night since we've started talking. He usually falls asleep half way through." Just before the girls could say anything, he made his way over to you.

"Ready to go?" he asked, giving you a warm smile before darting his eyes back and forth between Brooke and Montana.

"Yeah.." you answered, barely above a whisper, trying not to show your emotions about what he said. You weren't even suppose to be listening anyways, but all of that went straight out of the window the moment you two sat down in his VantaC.

"So what movie are we-," he began to ask, but you cut him off.

"I'm not just something you can throw away." you said flatly. He looked at you confused, scratching the back of his head.

"What?" he questioned. "Y/N, what are you talking about? No one is gonna throw you away?"

"You can talk to and fuck whoever, right? You can call it quits. You can find better." you repeated his words, your voice about to crack, but you stayed strong. "You don't care how long we've been talking because you can just forget about me right? Xavier, I thought we cared about each other?"

"You were listening to my conversation?"

"Of course that's the only thing you heard. You weren't exactly being quiet." He sighed, leaning back in his seat, rubbing his hands together.

"You really think I meant that? I mean, like seriously?"

"I don't know. You sounded pretty serious."

"Why do you always do this to me? We have a long good streak and then bam. It's always something."

"Because I put a lot on hold for you, Xavier."

"I didn't ask you to do that. I didn't ask you to change anything about your life for me. That was a choice you made."

"Yeah well maybe I shouldn't have made it..." you mumbled.

"Speak up." he said, hearing what you said.

"I didn't say anything, let's just go."

"You know, Y/N. My life has just been full of you. You you you you. No one else."

"Stop talking to me and drive."

"No I'm not gonna stop fucking talking to you and drive. We talk to each other, you know that. I'm tired of you trying to shut me up or shut me down every time we get into one of these stupid little arguments. You just have to always be right, yeah?"

"I'm gonna tune you out now." you said, going to turn up his radio, but he grabbed your wrist. "You better-,"

"Or what? Huh?" The anger Xavier let lay dormant for so long was filing starting to come back. Of course it wasn't towards you. It was his own personal hell cup that was filling over and you just happen to be at the end of it.

"Xavier please..." you whined. "You're hurting me." He softened up once he heard the desperation in your voice. Your wrist was red when he finally let go of you.

"I'm sorry..." he mumbled. "Fuck.. I'm sorry."

"Let's just go please. Take me home."

"Y/N. I didn't mean any of what I said to Ray or to Chet."

"Then why'd you say it? What do you have to prove to them?"

"I was afraid."

"Afraid of what, Xavier?" He fell silent, not really sure of how to give you an answer. He was so so so damaged when you found him. And now all those memories came flooding back to him as he gripped the steering wheel hard in front of him.

"Afraid to lose control again, Y/N. I just got back control of my life. I don't want to go back to weak and depressive, Xavier."

"So you bring about asshole Xavier instead?"

"It was my only way of not appearing weak in front of my boys."

"You don't have to do anything for anyone, but yourself. We've talked about this so many times. You do not need to change for anyone, but you. You don't need to appear strong. It's okay to show emotions. It's okay to care about someone other than yourself. It's okay to have a soft side. It's okay to say no." you said. "But you know what's not okay? Hurting someone else in the process of building yourself back up."

"I wasn't trying to hurt you. I-, I-, I have feelings for you, okay? Happy? 3 months ago I learned that I had feelings for you, but I didn't know if you felt the same. I still don't know if you feel the same, so I said what I said to them to make myself feel better. I promise that I didn't mean it. I wouldn't ever throw you away. I don't want to talk to anyone else. I don't want to sleep with anyone else. I don't want to see anyone else. These past 6 months it's just been you, I swear." You fell silent, memories that you had with Xavier playing over in your head again and again and again.

"Y/N?" he called out when you didn't give him an answer. "Y/N please don't be mad at me. I'm sorry if what I said hurt you and I understand if you don't want to talk anymore after this, but please don't walk away hating me. I can't lose you. I can't lose anyone right now. Not again."

Why did he take so long to tell you? Why did you take so long to tell him? You were silent for most of the ride home, Xavier giving you the occasional side glance to make sure that you were still okay, but deep down inside he was a nervous wreck. He was afraid that he just ruined it all by confessing his feelings for you. He was growing to hate himself all over again the longer the two of you sat there in silence. When he pulled into your driveway, you allowed for him to walk you to your door as usual.

"Y/N." he said softly as you put your key in the door, opening it. "Please..."

As soon as you stepped foot in your home, you wasted no time pulling him in with you by his jacket, smashing his lips against yours in a kiss he couldn't wait to return. Naturally, as if were meant to be, which at this point the both of you knew it was, he lifted you off the ground, cupping your ass in his hands as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Too wrapped up in each other, you're pretty sure that a few things were broken on the way to the bedroom, but you didn't care. Those things were replaceable. He put you down, but only long enough for the clothes to come off, him immediately picking you back up.

He sat down in the edge of the bed, your legs still wrapped around his waist, resuming the kiss. He laid down and your hands found their way wrapped up his blonde hair as soft moans left the both of you. There were countless times you two had sex of course, but this felt different for the both of you.

"We should do this in the shower." you said, breathless against the side of his face, gently biting on his ear. "Easy clean up, don't you agree?"

"Y/N..." he said, just as much out of breath.

"Hmmm?"

"You make me so fucking happy."

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xoxo-nikki-xoxo · 4 years ago

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Undrunk

Damon Salvatore X Female reader

It’s another song fic! I’m currently obsessed with these right now guys. But the show must go on! So this this fic is based of the song Undrunk by Fletcher.

Warning: Theirs gonna be smut, alcohol mentions and masturbation mentions.

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Wish I could get a little un-drunk so I could un-call you At five in the morning, I would un-fuck you

Honestly, this party's over Everyone here should have gone home

Walking threw the frat house the smell of smoke, alcohol and sex are all you smell. Holding my drink in one hand i find the dance floor. Its the easiest place to be to forget. Dancing to forgot about him, anything that has to do with him, his smell his voice. I need to do anything to forget. Its not that long in tell someones arm is around my waist, and whats worse is its way to easy to start dancing with him. Moving my hips back and fourth holding my one arm up. The musics loud, its perfect drowns out everything expect my thoughts.. I don’t ever want to go home, being sober is just to much to handle. I should just really turn it all off

But I'm afraid of being sober 'Cause the first thing I do when I'm alone I start touching myself to the photos that you used to send me

His toned abs are perfect, then you add his hair, his eyes, the way his fangs use pierces your skin as you shared blood. His pictures hes sent you are your most prized possession. You can still feel him, even though there your fingers and not his. Its somewhat the same

I should have deleted, but kept it a secret Is that crazy to do? So I squeeze out the lime on the ice of my drink And the juice hits the cuts on my fingers It still doesn't burn as much as the thought of you

I shake those thoughts out of my head, I cant be thinking about him.. all it dose is hurt me. So I keep dancing,and dancing, drinking to forget. So i squeeze the lime over my drink before downing more of this vodka. The alcohol burns my throat ,but no burn can ever compare to the feeling of him leaving me for her. Feeling more of the alcohol in my system dancing and drinking are a lot more easier to do. But the thought of him being with her still hurts.

Wish I could get a little un-drunk so I could un-call you At five in the morning, I would un-fuck you

“ O god, Damon don’t stop!” You moan out as he continues his rough, hard thrusts into you poor tight pussy

“ I wasn't planning on it- fuck y/n” Damon groans his thrusts start to get sloppy as you both start to reach your climaxes. In one swift motion you manage to flip him over so your on top. This right here is your favorite position, you see everything that going on in his face. The way he holds onto your hips as you bounce to the finish line, the way his has scrunches up as he groans, all the way to the way he says your name. It give you a reason to be sane, so you pick up your pace in tell you feel him twitch.

“ Damonnn” You moan arching your back as your eyes roll back in your skull as both of you cum together. After a few seconds of riding his high out you get off of him laying down next to him expecting to have one of your guys after sex cuddles. But somethings different you can tell, hes different.

“ I better get going y/n...” he says sitting up grabbing his pants and shirt

“ But Da-”

“ Look... this is the last time we can do this okay.. Elena wants to work things out.. You knew from the beginning it is always going to be her..” He says sighing wiping his mouth off he stands up getting dressed.

“ I never wanted to hurt you y/n” Damon says and before you know it your left alone in your apartment.. That was 2 months ago

But some things you can't undo I wish I could un-kiss the room full of strangers So I could un-spite you, un-lose my temper

It came so natural to you that the only way you where going to forget about Damon Salvatore was to get lost in the party, in your mind. You never wanted to turn your humanity off ,but your getting to the point where you are considering it. So you don’t have to see him with her.. You weren't expecting them to be at the party, as soon as they walk in though its hard to not notice them. So the best way for you to forget is pretty obvious, kiss someone. Maybe everyone?

Compelling a guy to kiss you is easy, some people you don’t even have to compel just being bold enough to ask gets you the best results. That’s what your doing, kissing everyone who is interested. No on one can tell you how to heal, some people heal this way. With alcohol and hooking up with someone.

But somethings you can't undo And one of them's you

I'm afraid to turn the lights on I don't want to face this rebound

I shouldn't have bought this guy home. I sigh rolling out of bed making my way to my kitchen sitting down on a bench. I feel nasty disgusted almost as to who i have become because of the damage he did to me. How could he just pick her over me so easily?

I grab my phone, unlocking it and going to the texts. Should i call him ? or text? I want to come over, but i know shes there.. In my spot in his bed where i use to be...

Is it weird if I come over? I want to but I know that she's around

So I'm touching myself to the photos that you used to send me I should have deleted, but kept it a secret Is that crazy to do? (Haha)

I click off of my messages and go into my gallery.. I should have deleted these pictures but i cant bring myself to do it. There the last thing i have from him, minus this black shirt that smells slightly of him still.

I find myself letting my hand travel to my underneath my underwear. I rub my clit softly for a few seconds, but its no good. Its not him my fingers can never replace his. I stand up slowly still a little shaky, its about 2 am a late night snake well do.

Oh, I'm hungry and wasted and my hands are shaking I shouldn't be cooking, be spilling hot water

I head over to the sink to drain the hot water from my mac and cheese. Pouring it I burn my hand in the water. ‘ouch fuck’ I look down at my red hand from the burn as it slowly heals. But honestly it doesn't hurt as much as my hearts hurting right now

It still doesn't burn as much as the thought of you

Wish I could get a little un-drunk so I could un-call you At five in the morning, I would un-fuck you But some things you can't undo I wish I could un-kiss the room full of strangers So I could un-spite you, un-lose my temper But somethings you can't undo And one of them's you Been through every emotion Right now I'm sad and broken Like the bottles on the floor, but I'm too buzzed to clean them up

I did it I couldn't handle the pain of him picking Elena Gilbert before me. It was way to easy to turn it all off, the way life goes because I simple don’t care no more. I giggle reaching over for the passed out girls arm as i sink my fangs in her arm... Who knew it would be that easy to just let go of it all, all the heart ache and pain he had caused me. I’m totally free now of it all

Wish I could get a little un-drunk So I could, I could un-love you

Going back to the parties are easier then they have ever been before. I’ve become the life of the party letting lose and not giving a damn about anyone and anything.

But somethings you can't undo And one of them's you

But no matter what I don’t think I will ever be able to un-love Damon Salvatore.

You, you Wish I could un-love you You, you, you Wish I could un-call you You, you, you Wish I could un-fuck you You Wish I could un-love you

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urlocalbunny · 4 years ago

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.knifeplay - ethan.

warnings: just a little blood, knifeplay, PWP, afterglow ethan being nice, creampie, kind of sloppy sex.

notice i can’t write to save my life. enjoy!

It was the very beginning of the night. Ethan had knocked on Eloise’s door, claiming she needed to lift her ass off the bed and train to see how much she progressed in the last days. Beliath left alone, pouting and complaining about how much “You guys should just come with me and forget about flying on each other’s throats with knives.” As much as she agreed, her vampire just didn’t listen to anyone unless it was about booze.

Eloise didn’t feel like training with Ethan and dealing with his silly jokes, but after being attacked by Ivan, the girl knew anything could happen and she could use some knife combat experience. It was better than nothing and discreet, after all. Besides, she was grinding hard to get to the point of having nice conversations with her vampire for the last months to the point where he said she was “not so bad for a human”.

But the main reason for her acceptance was some wicked, little voice inside of her that squeaked in excitement when she felt Ethan win the match and graze just the tip of the knife against her neck and ribs.

This time around in the garden she won, sitting on top of him and breathing heavily as the blade grazed his neck. They were panting. “I can give you some credit for this, little pest. You held out.” He mused. Eloise got distracted getting off on the half-praise, making an opening for him to push her and hold her hand in his, using the knife to cut her bra strap and lightly scrape her skin all of a sudden.

To his shock, she gasped and bucked up her hips against him. Hard. Then she covered her face with her hands and tried to shake him off, apologize and not look into his arched brows and wide blue eyes at the same time. Ethan didn’t budge.

There was a long pause. Ethan huffed.

"Your sick little vixen.“ He laughed out loud. “You were getting off on fighting me with knives for weeks on end?” She let one eye out of the middle of the fingers mess, he could see the blush in her skin “I can’t believe you.” He said darkly, slipping his blade against her again in the same place, pushing it very lightly as to not draw blood. She hissed and moaned lowly.

"Stop embarrassing me.“ She moaned, bucking her hips against his crotch again. He laughed incredulously.

"I can’t fucking believe you.” He repeated, lifting himself and grabbing her elbow lightly. “I’ll take you to your bathroom. Gonna’ get you clean. That’s it for today.”

"Thanks.“ She said, thinking Ethan would forget anything about it at all. They walked in silence past the stairs and when she reached for the door, Ethan smiled. A wide, pointy, and white smile.

"I didn’t forget what I just found out.” He whispered in her ear, leaving to go to his room.

Eloise locked the door, turning the faucet on and sighing deeply, pushing her hair back. That was fucking embarrassing. How was she supposed to face him after that? He was going to tell everyone and call her a freak. She looked at the thin scratch on her collarbone and her popped bra strap. That was one of her favorites. She could do some embroidery to patch it up, she guessed.

Her body slumped in the bathtub, feeling the bath bomb she threw in melt in her hand. She washed her hair, sighing yet again. She could try to stay quiet so that Ethan wouldn’t open his mouth. Gosh, he must have thought she was crazy. There goes all the build-up not to be bullied by her vampire.

"Are you done yet?“ The annoying voice couldn’t be anyone else’s. Ethan knocked loudly on the door. “Come out once you’re finished masturbating in there. I want to see you in my room” he said lowly, laughing at her stuttering and walking away from the door. She lifted herself, brushed her teeth, and made a run for her room door as she forgot to bring her nightgown. She dressed in it, going to Ethan’s room.

He opened the door before she even got the chance to reach for the handle. She observed that he had taken a bath too, his hair was damp and his coat was in the bed, leaving nothing but his shirt and pants on.

"Hey, little pest. Come inside.“ He said. Eloise felt uneasy. He most likely felt it through the bond. “I won’t bite your head off if that’s what you’re wondering.” He rolled his eyes, looking at her from the middle of the room.

She stepped inside. “Lock the door”, he mumbled, pulling out a pack of hello-kitty band-aids she bought for him ironically. “I’ll put some good use to these girlie tapes of yours. Now sit down.” He said, motioning for his bed.

"Uh… Ethan, what am I doing here? You never invited me to your room before.“ He pointed at her and shook his finger to indicate she said something right.

"Before, my little vixen, I did not know you were so nasty to the point of getting off of being cut.” He pulled out a box with a glass lid that seemed to showcase the contents inside.

"It- it wasn’t like that!“

"Oh, and how was it then?” He said, entertaining her attempt to dodge the subject as he pulled an object from it.

"It’s just that you- what are you doing?“ He sat right by her side, looking at her exposed legs as he placed the tip of a small knife close to her knee.

"Hmm, I don’t know… But you sure know what you’re doing. Your little gown doesn’t look half bad.” A cold blade ran lightly through the expanse of her legs as he looked at her through hooded eyes. “Tell me, my little vixen, do you want me to stop?” Her head hung back as her slightly damp curls fell over her shoulders.

She pulled a breath in, letting it come out shakily as she answered “Just… Just a little deeper.” He looked at her side profile with a raging desire, then smirked.

"Like this?“ She felt a stinging sensation in her legs, just enough to create tiny blood dots in the blade’s wake. She moaned a blissful “yes, Ethan, yes” as he pulled the blade along her thigh.

"Fuck, you’re a tease, aren’t you?“ He said. "I almost wanted to cut this sleeve too, but you look too good for me to ruin it.” He planted his knee in the middle of her thighs, pushing it on her crotch and shoving her into the bed. “Do you want more?” He said as she nodded fervently and bucked against his knee. “Look how greedy you are! As you wish, then.”

His blade found the valley between her breasts and made a small cut again, making her moan his name and grind faster.

"So responsive…“ He groaned, taking his knee away to replace it with his hand. "You ruined my pants… You should make it up to me, don’t you think so?”

"Take them off.“ She said, opening the button and pulling the zipper down. "I want you to fuck me” she looked at him innocently as she caressed his hardening length.

He hissed, grabbing her chin a bit harshly. “Don’t fucking tease me” he said, undressing quickly and pulling her gown up and tossing it to the side “You might regret this, brat.”

He peeled himself off of her to swipe his tongue on the little droplets of blood he made on her thigh and chest, making some hickeys on her neck and then diving in her mouth without much teasing. The kiss was full of little nasty whispers and Eloise grinding her clothed pussy against his shaft. Ethan grunted, meeting her harshly and quickly, but it wasn’t enough soon. He then took the blade in his hands, cutting the side of her transparent panties and tossing it away, making her yelp.

"M'gonna fuck you so hard you’re going to regret messing with me all this time.“ He hissed, pushing his dick in. They both moaned as he grazed the knife along her curves, not enough to cut.

"Just a bit deeper, please.” He complied, seeing the skin turn red after the blade scratched her skin slightly. He took his time inside her, rutting slowly but hard. The real deal started when he threw the knife aside and begun rocking.

His pace was simply merciless, making Eloise gasp for air as he kept her pinned to the bed. He wasn’t patient enough, though, and started scratching her neck with his fangs, licking the little wounds he was making. “You taste good when you’re fucking, Eloise,” he said, watching her face twist and her back arch, grinding up and scratching his shoulders.

Ethan got hold of the knife, dragging the blade from the middle of her collarbones to her belly button drawing a small amount of blood, tilting her head softly, and kissing her as she convulsed around him.

The kiss was needy but mirrored their fire and the hidden affection behind Ethan’s half-jokes, his longing stares when she wasn’t looking or after the bites, the way he suppressed his smiles around her but always failed. He all but keened as he let himself cum inside her, biting her shoulder lightly.

They looked at each other when Ethan finished lapping up the droplets on her body.

"Let’s get you a bath, ok?“ She frowned.

"What’s up with you?” she backed away.

"I stabbed you and you’re afraid of a bath? Some people…“ He said, pretending to give up just to scoop her in his arms and spin around, making her yell and laugh. "Don’t yell, you’re naked and we’re gonna make a run for your bathroom. Want everyone to see you butt-naked?” They both laughed as he ran through the hall.

“Ethan, why was Eloise ye- о боже!

“Oh. Ivan, let’s just… Go.” Aaron pushed a blushing Ivan out.

“… What happened?”

“…Nothing, Raphael, nothing.”

#moonlight lovers #Moonlight lovers headcanons #ml ethan #ethan smut #ethan x eloise #moonlight lovers smut #ethan headcanons #kinktober 2020 #nsfwbunny

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stressedkitkatttt · 5 years ago

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Coming Home

Requests are OPEN. I made something similar to this, only difference is that Richard was just gone for a day - check it out here.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Richard smut, nothing too nasty

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Richard has been gone for 4 months, 6 days, and 12 hours. Not that you were counting or anything. Richard had warned you about him going away for tour and back then you thought it wouldn't be that big of a deal. Well, now you were beginning to eat your words. This was the longest you've been without the Dominican and it was taking its toll. Every night you would grab a shirt or jacket of Richard's and slid it on, making a mental note to model in one of them for him. You couldn't wait till he got home.

Only one week left till he's home.

You kept this thought in your head. He would be home and you could show him how much you missed him. Not only did you miss the sex but you miss his general presence. You wanted nothing more than to slip on an oversized shirt of his and snuggle into his well-muscled chest.

Only one more week.

You busied yourself all day by cleaning, watching tv, and scrolling through social media. When night finally came, you stripped down, leaving on one of his shirts and a pair of panties, and climb into bed, sitting up against the headboard. Your phone rang and you quickly grab it, seeing Richard's face pop up on the screen. You quickly accept the call and can't stop the smile from spreading across your face.

"Hey baby," his voice comes through the speaker.

"Hey Richard," you reply.

"How are you holding up?"

"I'm doing okay, I really miss you though..."

"I know. I miss you too baby. Only one more week then I'm there with you. You can be a good girl and wait just a little more, can't you?"

"Of course papi, I've been a good girl," your tone changes to a more proactive one.

You hear Richard groan and you feel your body respond, a rush of heat floods to your core.

"Fuck! I wish I was there baby. I'd take care of you, make you mine. Let the world see who you belong to." Now it was your turn to moan. You know him well enough that when he gets home next week, he'll cripple you in bed. And you'll enjoy every second of it.

"Papi," you draw out the word in a long whine. The hand not holding the phone is slowly making its way down to your core. You let your fingers slid past the lacey fabric of your underwear and slid through your slick folds.

"Nena, I hope you're not touching yourself," his voice held an air of dominance, dropping down an octave. "You're not supposed to be touching yourself unless I say you can. Only good girls get to cum, cariño."

You reluctantly pull your hand away from aching clit and reply in a whiny tone, "Richard that's not fair! You can't call me and rile me up and tell me not to touch myself."

"Oh baby, I can and I will." He replies. You can practically hear the smirk on his lips. You groan and throw your head back, hitting the wall with a dull thud. "God, when I get home nena, you're not going to be able to walk right for a week. Or two. I haven't decided yet." All you can do is moan in reply, your walls clutching around nothing.

This continued for almost half an hour, Richard telling you everything he was going to do to you and your pussy. Towards the end, he said he had a surprise for you. By the time he hung up the call, you were gripping the sheets so hard your knuckles were white and your pussy was aching for any sort of contact. You took a few deep breaths to try and calm down so you could sleep. He didn't even have to be near you or touch you to get you where he wanted. When your head finally cleared, you relaxed into the welcoming mattress and fell asleep.

The next morning you woke up with a dull throbbing between your legs and you groan in frustration. Damn Richard and his way with words. You finally drag yourself out of bed and do your morning routine. It took every ounce of willpower for you to not use the showerhead and give your body the relief it ached for, knowing when Richard comes home it'll be much more worth it.

By noon your bored out of your mind and scrolling aimlessly through your social media in an old shirt, shorts, and no bra. You decide to make yourself something to eat, leaving your phone on the coffee table. You grab all the ingredients and prepare to make your lunch when your phone begins to ring. You listen to the ringtone and realize it's Richard's. Why was he calling you in the middle of the day? Did something happen to him? Is he okay? Thoughts begin to flood your mind as you approach your buzzing phone, quickly hitting accept and putting the phone to your ear. "Hello? Richard?"

"Hey baby, glad you picked up! There's a surprise at the door," as if on cue, there was a single knock. Your heart skipped a beat and you slowly made your way towards the door. You open the door and there stood Richard, the biggest grin on his face. You stood there for a moment, unable to comprehend that he was actually standing in front of you. When you snapped out of your daze you launched yourself at him, legs wrapping around his waist and arms around his neck.

He quickly wraps his hands around your body, keeping you as close to him as possible. He walks into the apartment and closes the door with his foot. You pull your head back and slam your lips against his. He eagerly returns the kiss with just as much passion and fire. He walks forward and you feel the coldness of the wall against your back. When you pull apart, you see his eyes darken and you grin. "I missed you nena. Were you a good girl while I was away?"

You smile innocently and nod. "Of course papi," you reply. He readjusts you and walks to your shared bedroom. He tosses you down onto the bed, quickly straddling your waist and pinning your hands above your head. He leans down and begins to mark your neck, leaving hickeys on your sweet spot. You begin to weaken beneath him, squirming. You feel him hardening in his pants and you moan. "Richard, please, I need you to fuck me."

You feel him stop and pull away. He looks down at you and raises a brow. "Were you really a good girl or do I need to punish you?" You feel small under his gaze, letting out a whimper as he grinds against your core.

"I promise, I was a good girl. I didn't touch myself once....." There was truth behind your words. You didn't touch yourself once. He must've heard the truth because he stands up and makes quick work of his clothes, telling you to do the same.

Once you were both naked he strokes himself and tells you to get on your hands and knees. You gladly follow his request, leaning your lower half down and raising your ass in the air, gently swaying your hips to provoke him. It works. The bed dips behind you and a sudden slap to your ass cheek echoes throughout the room. You moan and feel his hands grip your hips, his tip teasing your folds.

"So wet, are we?" He grips his dick aligns himself with your entrance. When you don't answer him, he delivers another slap to your ass. You give him a quick 'yes' and he smirks, pushing himself in. You moan at the stretch of your walls. Not having anything inside you has made you sensitive. He set a steady pace, giving you the pleasure you both crave and slowly bringing you closer to the edge.

You're gripping the sheets as you feel every inch of Richard's dick dragging against your walls. Soon this pace he has set isn't enough. You needed more. "Richard, more." He leans over you and his hot breath fans over your neck.

"What do you say?" He growls against your ear, sending goosebumps over your body. He thrusts once and stopped, buried balls deep inside you.

"Pleaseeeee," you draw out the plea. He grunts and pulls all the way out and slams himself back in, setting a fast, hard pace. His hands tightly gripping your waist, leaving fingerprint-sized bruises. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes throughout the bedroom, joining in with your moans and groans.

Richard's groans are getting more frequent and deeper, a sure sign he's close. You clench around him, moaning his name over and over, driving him crazy. "I'm so c-close, papi," you stutter, trying to catch your breath - a difficult task as with every thrust, Richard drives the breath from your body.

"Y-yeah, me too baby," he drops his head against your shoulder, his thrusts becoming sloppy. One of his hands travels down and quickly finds your clit, rubbing quick circles and you lose control. You moan out his name and cum around him, squeezing his dick tightly. He groans and releases moments after you, shooting his load deep within your wanting body.

You both collapse and the sound of panting is the only sound heard in the room. You turn and face Richard, smiling and trailing a hand against his chest. "Hey Richard," you look up into his eyes. He hums and opens his eyes, looking into yours and noticing something within your look. "I can still walk...." He huffs and laughs, you join him. He pulls you close,

"When I'm done with you, you won't be able to."

#cnco #cnco smut #cnco imagine #cnco richard #cnco richard camacho #cnco richard smut #richard camacho smut #1am #couldnt sleep #decided to do this

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merci-bitch · 5 years ago

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It Will Always Be Us Two

Kathleen Weatherly x reader

Request: i just saw you wrote for her so... kathleen (from florence foster jenkins) x reader where they’re together while St Clair is with florence but one day kathleen decides that she wants to be monogamous? ty!! :) - @witching-imagines

Words: 3,8k

Genre: angst/fluff

Warning (s): Angst, fluff, swearing, small hint of NSFW

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long! This has really been a pain in the ass to write. I got so confused by the request and I had to rewrite this whole story like 4 times. This was supposed to be out weeks ago but thanks to personal reasons, it wasn’t. And I’m so sorry for that. I wanna thank @kileyrose-2003, my very good friend for helping me with this. We both were so confused lol. I love you all and hope you all stay safe at home!

“You were very good tonight Florence. I must say, your voice grows stronger by each second that passes" Florence's smile was at it's brightest. "I thank you very much Y/N! It is all because of you" I felt St. Clair's hand on my lower back, leading me out towards the hallway. "Goodnight Florence! Sleep well!" I said as I stepped outside, seeing St. Clair call a taxi for me. "Thank you Y/N for tonight, you give her so much faith these days" I couldn't help but give him a smile. "I just do what I do best St. Clair. Give her a kiss for me!" He nodded and gave me a quick hug. I stepped inside the taxi and told the driver my address.

It was a late night in October, a rainy one to. I had spent the whole evening together with St. Clair and Florence. Sitting by the piano for hours, as my fingers were starting to hurt. How my throat was a little sore from singing for hours, not hat I complained. Music was a big part of my life. Half of my days were filled with music and song. It was a wonderful evening, I'm surprised I didn't see Kathleen there together with St. Clair. They had been together for quite some time now, well. So had me and Kathleen. Both me and Kathleen had known each other since we were kids and I had always had feelings for her. To be honest, I didn't know if she had for me. Sure, we were in a 'relationship' but ever since she started being together with St. Clair; she was distant. The kisses she gave me in secret weren't as loving as they used to be. When she said those three words, it was as if she didn't mean it. Kathleen knew what I had been through, how the last person I loved left me fro someone else. I felt as if Kathleen was doing the same. But you know me, always hiding what's true behind my plastic smile.

Earlier this evening St. Clair had invited me home with him for a drink together with Kathleen, but I didn't feel like it. Last time I saw Kathleen, we had quite the nasty fight.

~ I stepped inside the door, locking it behind me as I let out a loud sigh. It had been a rough night for me. All I wanted to do now was make myself a drink, take a shower and go to bed. More then ever. I walked into the living room and left my jacket on the couch, standing by the fire place and went over to make myself a drink. The light was on when u came in but I didn't really think much of it. I filled my glass and took a sip. The feeling of alcohol entering my system was almost like a relief.

Suddenly I heard heels clicking against the floor, leading down from the hallway, into the living room. Kathleen came into view as she raised a glass to her lips and took a sip, swaying slightly with every step she took. By the way her body moved, it was clear she was drunk.

"Welcome home darling"

Kathleen said as she gave me a smile. The want to drink alcohol was gone. I put my glass back down onto the table and walked over to Kathleen. "I'm a tat drunk" I let out a small chuckle, she always was. "Lucky you, you were at Augustus's play right? How was it?" Kathleen took another sip before answering. "Oh terrible! Finish it? I'm teaching first thing. The oculus with bad breath and two left hands which that tends to wonder" I took the last of the liquid that was in the glass into my mouth, then making a face. Whiskey. It had never really been my thing. Kathleen took her bottom lip in between her teeth before leaning in and giving me a kiss. The kiss was quick, and quite sloppy. She leaned back and looked me in the eye before speaking, "I love you Y/N"

After those three words she leant in again. Letting her small, soft lips touch mine in a much longer kiss. Followed up by small, muffled sounds coming out from Kathleen's throat. Her hands were moving up my body and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer by each kiss that passed time. Kathleen started pulling me down the hallway. I knew where she was going with this. She wanted me to join her in bed. And this wasn't just to sleep. As much as I wanted to, I didn't want to. But I was too scared to say no. Kathleen could be, I don't know, aggressive when she was drunk. Despite having to know since we were like 4, I was sometimes scared of her. I never told her anything anymore. I always did. And every time she would ask if I was okay I would be honest. Now, it's just 'I'm fine'. I didn't trust her the same way anymore, not since her and St. Clair got together.

After hours, Kathleen was lying bare and asleep next to me. I couldn't sleep. I was tired and worn out but I just couldn't fall asleep. I was looking up at the roof, studying ever little crack there was, every little line. Soon enough I felt Kathleen move and her hand placed itself on my chest. Curling her hand a little before relaxing. I took ahold of it and kissed it. I just wish every moment with her was like this. Every since she got together with St. Clair she started drinking more then she used to. Probably because of Augustus.

I felt the urge to cry. I didn't know what the hell was happening. I loved Kathleen so much! And I've known her for so long but, she felt like a stranger to me. Like I didn't know who she was. It hurt me to be honest but whenever she said those three words, it was as if she didn't mean them anymore. All the times she said we should meet u, go for a coffee or something. She never showed up. It was as if she was ashamed to be seen with me. I couldn't help but feel absolutely useless.

As time grew and my thoughts escalated, I felt myself starting to tear up. Eventually silent tears were making their way down my cheeks. I turned to me side, facing my back against Kathleen and tried to fall asleep. As much as I wanted to, it didn't work. Soon enough I felt her wrap her arm around my waist, spooning me. Leaving small kisses on my bare shoulder before leaning up on her elbow. "What's wrong Y/N?" I shrugged it off and slowly sat up. "I-I'm fine Kathleen." She took ahold of my shoulder, trying to turn me around but I pushed it away. I got up and got my robe from the old, dark brown wardrobe and walked out into the living room. I walked up the window and looked out at the falling rain and the windy air, making the trees dance around.

"Darling, what's bothering you?"

Kathleen's voice was soft and quiet. And full of lies. Before she could even wrap her arms around I moved away from her, refusing to meet her eyes. "Y/N! What's is wrong with you?!" I turned around and meet her frustrated eyes. Her hands were placed on her hips. "What's wrong with me?! So I'm the problem now?!" I couldn't help but let out a snort. "I never said that! I'm just worried about you Y/N. I love you" There it was again. I cringed as she said those three words. "No, that's the thing Kathleen. You don't. Not anymore at least" I heard her drop her hands and walk towards me. "What on earth are you talking about?! Of course I love you! We just had sex!" Sex. It was just, sex. She never used the term, 'making love'. It was just sex. I felt my insides burn, tears starting to flow down my hot, sweaty cheeks.

"So that's it then. It's just sex. I-I want you to leave Kathleen."

"Are you crazy?! Of course this isn't just sex! Are you out of your mind tonight?!"

She started yelling, and I was sure that this was in fact; sober Kathleen Weatherly. "Really?! Cause every time you say those three words, it's as if you don't mean them! Every time you plan for us to go have a coffee, you never show up! You love St. Clair, not me. And I just have to accept that. I love you Kathleen and I have for a long time, but clearly you aren't willing to take those risks anymore. You're not the same person anymore, neither am I. But under no circumstances will I live like this any longer! I am a living, human being to! I have a heart Kathleen! I'm not just some pleasure toy! I would rather not being in a 'relationship' with you then this. You love St. Clair, but you don't love me Kathleen. And clearly, I am the only one here who realizing what the hell is going on! I respect your decision of choosing St. Clair, I do. But please, save me from all of this misery and all of these misunderstandings. I'm not a person to play with. Please, leave"

She was speechless. She didn't say a word, she didn't even try and tell me I was wrong. Which includes that I was in fact right bout this whole situation. I was just her side, pleasure toy for whenever she was bored of St. Clair. This wasn't the Kathleen I knew, she wasn't as innocent and sweet. This one was aggressive, ignorant, selfish and had gotten a dark mind, filled with only lust. I didn't like this side of her. I wanted my Kathleen back. The woman who I fell in love with at early age. Who's been my best friend for nearly 20 years. Who I thought loved me back.

As I said before, I trusted Kathleen more then anything and to have lost that person who was the most important one in my life? She was the one to get me up everyday. Helped me with anything. if I was feeling sad, she was there for me. I still smile from the childhood memories. But, I guess those were just that. Memories. ~

The fight was weeks ago. And as time grew, I learned to build up a wall inside my head again, one Kathleen helped me build. I just couldn't understand, everything seemed to be about her. Not me, not St. Clair, her. It was always about what she thought. She was the boss. She was the one who had control over my life at least. Don't know with her and St. Clair, but I honestly couldn't care less. She was gone from my life and despite still having a big hole in my heart, I was much happier then a few weeks ago. I felt a big relief. I didn't have to worry about anything anymore. Didn't have to worry about not being seen with her, didn't have to worry about anniversary's. Believe it or not, I was the one to forget. But it's alright now. I didn't have to worry about it.

I stepped inside my apartment, a new one. There were too many memories of Kathleen in between the old one. Florence had been so kind enough to pay the rent for me, ever since I became her vocal coach. I had tried to say no, and tell her she didn't have to but she insisted on doing it as a thank you for helping her with music. She was one of the nicest persons I had ever meet. So sweet and kindhearted. Despite being sick, that didn't stop her from living her life to the fullest. Living each day with happiness and laughter. Refusing to let one single thing tear her down. I was proud of her. Happy to see someone being happy despite these depressing times. She lit up the room with her smile. Her passion was still there, clearly.

Florence had a concert tomorrow night. I was going to be there, of course. And Cosmé to. Cosmé was the guy who played the piano as Florence sang. He played quite nicely, he really did! I was impressed when I heard him play for the first time. But I didn't really wanna go tomorrow night. I knew Kathleen was gonna be there, with St. Clair. In a way I should go and just brush her off if she came too close but in the same way I just wanted to apologize for everything and let her wrap her arms around me. Go back to the old times. Those times were just somewhere I could dream myself back to.

~ I was standing by the big oak tree in the park. The stars were starting to show upon the sky. I sat down into the grass and looked up. Despite being sixteen and all, astronomy was one of my favorite things. What I would do to get up there and join the stars in a peaceful and calm life. I saw a bunch of star signs. Smiling wide as I looked up. Soon enough I felt someone's presence next to me. I turned to my side and saw Kathleen. Even in the dark, her smile could be seen. She leant in and kissed my cheek, taking ahold of my hand before looking up herself. I looked over at Kathleen. Studying every feature of her face. Her jawline, her nose, the small freckles gathering around her face. She turned her head and looked at me. Her eyes searched my eyes for a moment before turning back, to look up at the sky. Leaning her head on my shoulder. Many people would say that our friendship was odd. Kathleen was eighteen. Two years older then myself. I didn't really see the difficulty.

"I don't understand why you love the stars so much Y/N" Kathleen said after some time. "You can't be serious Kathleen! The stars are so fascinating! They show and tell so much!" She let out a chuckle as she made herself comfortable on my shoulder. "The stars you see up in the sky's are so much bigger then our son in our solar system. They are so far away as well! Stars are also made of very hot gas. The gas is mostly hydrogen and helium, which are the two lightest elements. Stars shine by burning hydrogen into helium in their cores, and later in their lives create heavier elements. -" Kathleen looked at me. "You know that I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about" I let out a laugh that was suddenly cut off with Kathleen's own lips on mine. Her hand had moved itself behind my neck, pulling me closer. I felt my eyes go wide. I pulled away.

"Kathleen! What on earth are you doing?!" She didn't answer, instead she leant in again. Letting her lips touch mine once again. This time, I didn't pull away. The kiss was soft and passionate. ~

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I got dressed and fixed myself in the mirror. Pulling on the familiar black dress, the one Kathleen got me. Kathleen might seem controlling and all, but she ain’t. Sure, at some points she is but then again not. She got me this dress for my birthday. It was my favorite dress, but I’m surprised it wasn’t ripped. All the times Kathleen tore it off of me, too much information. Sorry. I took my purse and left. I called out a cab and told him the address. It was another rainy night. It helped me calm myself down.

As I got to the building, I payed the driver and got out. Walking inside, meeting St. Clair. “Good evening Y/N! I must say, you look ravishing!” I gave him a smile and took his hand, walking towards Florence. Backstage, were she was standing. Fumbling a bunch of words. As soon as she saw me, her eyes lit up. “Y/N! Thank goodness you’re here!” She walked over to me and grabbed my hand. Giving it a tight squeeze. “I’m so glad you’re here! I don’t know if I was able to do this without you!” I gave her a reassuring smile. “It’s alright Florence. You can do this!”

I had trouble getting up this morning. Not so much of the thought of- or maybe, yes. But my shoulder and my back wasn’t playing. It hurt and I was so sore, that every move I made hurt. Whenever this happened Kathleen would always be there, give me a massage and stuff. But she wasn’t here anymore. She wasn’t here to help me, and I had to do it by myself which wasn’t a problem. Was it?

As time grew, and the time got closer to me having to leave; my back and shoulders were hurting more and more. I could barely walk without hissing out in pain. I knew this wasn’t going to go unnoticed, specially not by Kathleen. She could real me like a book anytime she wanted. That was one of the things I didn’t really like with her. She could read me just like that, without even trying. She maybe couldn’t read my thoughts, maybe she could. What could I know? Anyways, I decided to take a shower in hopes of the pain going away but boy was I wrong. Or well, it helped a bit but it still hurt.

I went with St. Clair to sit down with the people here to watch Florence. That’s when I saw her. Sitting there with Augustus. Kathleen. Oh, how I just wanted to run up to her and give her a big hug. Telling her I was sorry, telling her I loved her. I missed her. More then I thought I would. I saw how both Kathleen and St. Clair shared a kiss. Kathleen looked back and meet my eyes. I looked away, clenching my jaw as my back started to give out into the pain come again.

~ “Kathleen! Please help me up!” My back was playing tricks again. Soon enough I heard heels clicking against the wooden floor. “Darling, is everything alright?” She said as she sat down onto the bed. Taking a strand of my hair out of my face. I shook my head and let out a hiss of pain as I tried to move. “It’s my back, again. Help me up. I want a shower” Kathleen nodded and walked out of the bedroom, leaving me halfway out for bed.

“Kathleen!”

Why did she leave?

“I’m turning on the shower!”

Oh, right. She came back and helped me up, holding me close to her as she helped me walk to the shower. She helped me take off my clothes. “Want me to join you? To wash your hair?” I shook my head. “No, I just need to stand under the shower for some time” Kathleen nodded her head, kissed my forehead and walked out. “Call my name if there’s anything darling.” I nodded and stepped inside the shower. Feeling a big relief as the warm water hit my shoulders and back. Closing my eyes and relaxing.

After some time I felt two arms wrap around my waist, and small kisses being placed on my bare shoulder. “Kathleen...” She shushed me and turned my head, giving me a kiss. “Sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were alright” I gave her a smile and leaned my head back against her shoulder. Closing my eyes once more. I don’t know how long we stood there. But it was definitely worth it. ~

My whole body shook from the memory. Clenching my jaw once again and looked away. Suddenly I felt a hand on my lower back, pushing against a pain point. I let out a hiss of pain as I gripped the hand and opened my eyes. I was meet with with a pair of blue eyes. Kathleen. I felt eyes go wide, why was she here?! She took my head and lead me out of the room, towards the bathrooms. Closing the door behind her. “Kathleen-“ She cut me up with holding her hand up in the air. “Turn around Y/N” I did what I was told and turned around, taking ahold of the counter. What Kathleen did shocked me. She pulled my dress down to my waist and took ahold of my shoulders.

“Kathleen! What are you doing?!” She didn’t answer, but she started massaging my shoulders, dragging her hands down my back. Releasing some of the pain. I let out a shaky breath, the feeling of her touch again was something I didn’t really want to feel. Not right now. It got too much. I turned around and grabbed her hands.

“Stop, just stop!”

Her eyes filled with concern. “What? Something wrong? Did I put in too much?” I released her hands and pulled my dress back up. Telling her to zip me up again. Turning towards the door.

“Wait! Please Y/N.”

I looked back, over at Kathleen. Crossing my arms. “What. What is it Kathleen” She looked down before looking up again, walking towards me. “I miss you Y/N.” I couldn’t help the snort that escaped my throat. “I’m sure you do Kathleen” I said as I turned towards the door again, when she grabbed my hand. Pulling me to her, in a kiss. I felt myself tense up. I felt my whole world come crashing down. Enough said.

She pulled me closer as the kiss lasted longer. Ashe pulled away, both our faces were flustered and our lips swollen. “Kathleen, please don’t do this to me.” I said as I felt my own eyes starting to sting, the tears begging to come lose from behind my eyes. She took ahold of my hands and held then up to her chest. Giving each hand a kiss. Looking into my eyes, a meaning was flashing her eyes. I didn’t know what meaning. I had never been good at reading other people. It was always me who would be read by others.

“I love you Y/N. I always have and always will. And I want you”

“Kathleen, you have St. Clair. I’m just, me”

“You’re so much more then that Y/N. You made me happy like no other”

“But what about St. Clair?”

“Forget about St. Clair Y/N. It’s just us two now. And it will always be us two”

#kathleen weatherly x reader #florence foster jenkins

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Rose the Hat x Fem! Reader: Part 2

A/N: Hello lovelies! This is continuation of what @merci-bitch requested. I am putting the link to Part 1 down below if you haven't read it:

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy! @mewbleu I am working on your request and I'll be in touch with you once I get closer to finishing it.

Love you all and hope everything is well!

One bottle of wine and less than a twenty minutes drive later, Rose had you already figured out and in her bed at the Bluebell Campground.

She drove you mad that whole time and hours after that. It was 2:17 in the morning and you both were still going to strong. Her head was tucked in between the soft flesh of your thighs as she ran her tongue across your clit.

"Damn it, Rose!" The older woman laughed and you gripped your fingers into her knotted tresses. "What's the matter, my sweet? I told you I'd punish you for running from me."

"You can't do it any other..form?" You grimaced. She smirked and stuck her fingers inside you quickly, getting a gasp out of you. "So eager for me," She mused and pulled them out.

You let out a whine and shook your head. "That's not fair!" Rose smiled gamely though there was a hint of maliciousness in her eyes. "It's fair, sweetheart. You've had control of all your previous relationships and now I'm the one in charge here and what I want, I always get."

She ran her fingers teasingly across your clit and you squirmed. "Just give it to me..please!" You grunted.

"For such a dominant woman, you're so submissive to me. I almost forgot how much I like hearing you beg underneath me from the last time we seen each other." She inserted her fingers inside you again. "Beg for me again."

Your cheeks went red at the mere thought of begging but it all felt so right. "Rose, please! I want you." You cried out and she grinned. "Much better." She quickened her pace, eliciting moans of pleasure from you.

"It's fun pleasure though, isn't it?" You bit your lips and let out a whine, hoping your neighbors couldn't hear what you were doing through the walls even though they very well knew how you were.

"Y-yes," You rasped, answering her questions. "You haven't had a true, passion fuck in a while. You're mine, Y/n. You know that right? All mine. I won't share you with the others. In a way that's what you've always wanted, haven't you? Someone to call your own.

"Y-yes..." You nodded and she started peppering kisses on your stomach. "That's my girl." She nipped at your belly button and you hissed, pushing her head away.

"Rose, that hurt!" You yelled more loudly than you would of liked too. None of the True knew you were at their campsite yet and you planned on keeping that a secret for as long possible. You didn't exactly have the feeling Rose told anyone she was coming for you.

"Oh please, you enjoyed it." She smiled and quickened her pace. "You feel so tight."

"I don't think I'm going to..make it much longer! Please Rosie, I want to come!" You begged, feeling like you wanted to cry.

"Then come for me." Her hands slipped away from your folds and you instantaneously orgasmed.

You arched your back up into the air in euphoria. It all felt so surreal and it was by far the best night of sex you ever had.

When the sensation began to fade you plunked back down on the bed next to Rose who pulled you close to her.

"My special girl," She cooed and ran her thumb across your cheek lazily. You smiled softly at first and shook your head, thinking of all the times someone called you special it probably wasn't in a good manner. "Don't call me that."

"Oh? Why not?" There was slight amusement in her voice. "I don't know. I don't think there's much special about me..I guess after being told you're crazy for so long you just start to believe it." You shrugged.

"You know..if you really wanted, we could always pay that back." She nipped your cartilage.

"It wouldn't matter anyways because they'd end up with the satisfaction of knowing I'm not in my right mind in that moment."

Rose sighed and kissed your cheek. "You're sane and very special. I've found over the years, people are afraid of what they can't explain or others who are more jealous of them. It elicts a sort of jealousy. That's why people who aren't special like us are rubes in my families eyes. They're all idiots. You were born into a family of people who didn't understand and appreciate you. It's a shame too because you're extra steamy. Something I haven't seen in a while."

"It's not that as a whole they didn't appreciate me. It was just my parents." Rose shrugged. "Still, idiotic rubes."

"Do they know I'm here?"

"Who?"

"The others?"

"My Crow is out on business so it doesn't matter but do you care?" You decided you didn't and shrugged slightly. Laying your head on her bare chest. "You love Crow?"

Rose chuckled and kissed the top of your head. "You got a twinkle in your eye, don't you?" You blushed and she shook her head. "No, no. No shame. I despise the term love. It's such a rube thing to declare. A foolish promise if you ask me."

You nodded and nuzzled closely to her. "True..but you're avoiding the question."

Rose sighed. "I guess you can say I love him. We have a very deep bond. We're knotted together. The whole family is. I do enjoy him more than the others though."

You laughed and squeezed her hand gently. "For someone who insist I'm such a busy girl, you get around too."

Rose smacked your ass in a way that said she was being playfully but also in a 'don't you disrespect me like that.' nature.

"He knows how I am besides the fact I'm not exactly so patient as to just be satisfied with just his welcome home greeting."

You snorted and she gave you a nasty look before pulling your head close to her warm breast. "Comments?"

"None at all." She raised a brow and placed a sloppy kiss against your cheek. You wiped away some of the spit and the woman laughed throatily, no hint of apology on her face.

"Oh yes..you and I are going to have alot of fun together. Rest up dear, you're going to have a long day tomorrow. You'll be one with us and one of us." She caressed your cheek and kissed your temple. "Goodnight, Y/n."

"Night, Rose." You hummed softly and nuzzled closely to her. She felt so warm and smelled earthy in a good way. It almost reminded you of your childhood but this time it didn't cause you any pain.

You could feel Rose running her fingers through your hair and your eyes began to flutter shut. Soon enough you succumbed to your exhaustion but Rose stayed up for a while, watching you sleep.

She could feel your emotional scars and all the trauma like weights in your mind. Some of it from her but she tried not to focus on thag. It wasn't a wonder how you hid from her for so long now. You locked everything away in the closet. You had to unless you wanted to become a statistic on accidental drug overdose.

Part of her wondered and knew if that your first meeting did go different, despite your age, you would of tasted amazing.

She wasn't concerned with that though. Now it was just going to be the matter of ridding you of your emotional baggage.

"So much pain inside for such a short time in this world..I guess that doesn't matter though anymore. I know what I have to do with you. I'm going to fix you up like my Andi, pretty little things the two of you."

You squirmed slightly in your sleep and Rose hushed you, sending you waves of calmness with her shine. "Nothing to be afraid of, my sweet. I have you and I'm not going to let anyone hurt you like that ever again."

You ceased your squirming and Rose grinned. "Now you get it." She kissed the top of your head and shut her own eyes before falling asleep next to you.

When you awoke the next morning it was to the roar of a car engine followed by the crunching of twigs from the impact of the tires.

At first you attempted to brush it off as some nearby car speeding down the road but the noise was too close for comfort.

Rose groaned and held herself up using the back of her hands. "What time is it?"

"I don't know but I heard a car." Rose smiled and sat up, not bothering to cover herself up. "Oh that's just my Crow."

"Y-you're not going to cover yourself or tell me to get out?" She laughed and rubbed your cheek. "Honey, in case you haven't noticed, norms don't matter around here."

"I know but isn't he going to mad? It's not like we exactly got off on the right foot."

"He'll get over himself. Like I said-" There was a slight knock followed by the sounds of the doorknob jiggling.

You squeezed your eyes shut, preparing for the worst. "Rosie, I'm back. Sorry I'm late but I stopped at District X and-" Crow turned to look at Rose and his jovial expression began to melt. She was completely naked.

Not that it was unusual to him, he was very familiar with her in this type of setting but your presence completely threw him off.

A pang of jealousy hit the inside of him. He knew of Rose's amorous nature and considered himself to bisexual as well, though his experience was limited with men and who was he to judge on what she did while he was gone but you..

You were a rube, their lost food at best and you had seen his Rosie in a way no other person should of. As far it was his concern, you should of been dead the second you struck out at him.

Crow Daddy's posture stiffened and he met Rose's mystical eyes. "What the hell is going on here and why is that little whore in my spot?"

Rose would of been lying if she said the appearance of his rare temper making itself known didn't shock her slightly.

She pulled you close to her and you shoved the blankets around your sides to try and prevent your breast from popping out.

"Crow, this-" She gestured to your form. "Is Y/n. She's going to be our newest recruit."

He made a face and you returned the look with as much crudeness as he gave to you. "Who is laying in my spot." The words came out like an animalistic grunt. "Rose, I thought we agreed we weren't turning her after our last experience with her."

"I didn't promise you anything. I'm the leader of this group. I'll do what I want." Her eyes turned predatorial and you cringed.

"We need food more than we need new members. She might just be on that age bracket where still taste good for her age."

The look in his eyes was no longer one of anger but a hungered expression and you shifted uncomfortably around in the bed.

Rose ignored you and stood up off the bed, approaching Crow. She laced her fingers through his hair and smiled sweetly, laying it on a little thick.

"We're not eating her. That's the end of it . Admit it, you said you thought she was cute." He sighed and wrapped an arm around her bare waist. "Yeah but-"

"But nothing. You wanted to turn her originally. Did you not?" Rose leaned up and nipped the cartilage on his ear. You would of been lying if you said you didn't envy him in that moment.

"I did." His hands pressed gently into Rose's side. Leaving little red imprints on her pale physiognomy. "What are you planning at?"

She smirked and pecked his lips. "You'll see. Now go on. I'll see you later, alright?"

"Sounds good." You could of sworn you seen Crow narrow his eyes at you before walking out the door.

"He's very..intense." Rose chuckled and shook her head. "Not usually. He's just very protective. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm alright. Just got a little scared for a second." You chuckled nervously to try and brush off some of your anxiety.

"There's something else on your mind too. You want to tell me about it?" She pet the back of your head. "I just..I don't know. I guess I'm afraid of getting stabbed in the back. Every person I've ever gotten close to has either hurt me or just abandoned me and I'm scared of that happening again."

"When you join our family, we have each other's back. We might get at each other's throats at times but we don't betray each other because after being alive for a while we've pretty much seen everything. So we get how it feels to be in someone else's shoes, okay?"

"Okay." You nodded as Rose got up and threw some clothes in your direction. "Come on, I think it's time I introduce you to the others."

Once you met the members of The True and they weren't trying to murder you, you found their company to be very enjoyable.

You instantly connected with Andi who like you, didn't have an easy past. Plus she was around your age which made it easier for you to talk to her.

It made Rose a little jealous but she tried to let it get to her so much. She didn't have to be in your head to know you were hoping this was going to be a way for you to settle down and she planned her hardest on trying to give you that.

Later on that night after dinner was cleaned up you sat down on the muddied ground as you looked up at the stars.

Normally seeing them made you feel serene but tonight it made you scared. You didn't know how long you sat there for until you felt Rose tapping your shoulder. "Are you ready?" You nodded and wiped a tear away from your eyes. "Yeah."

"Good.. why are you crying?" You sniffled a tiny bit as she nervously forced your head back into her lap. "I'm nervous."

She let out a snort and had to fight the urge to chuckle. "Oh please, a girl like you? You are a force to reckon with. Just think, no pain after this. All bliss and all you have to do embrace it."

"Okay." Rose wiped your eyes. "Is it going to hurt?" She rubbed your temples. "A little but no fear, you understand?" You nodded and relaxed your posture.

"Grampa Flick, we're ready when you are." You looked up and the entire Knot was hoarded around you. Some of them were smiling while others looked mad.

"Lodsam hanti, we are the chosen ones," All of the True repeated after him. "Cahanna risone hanti, we are the fortunate ones. Sabbatha hanti, sabbatha hanti."

"We are the True Knot, and we endure. Here is a woman. Would she join us? Would she tie her life to our life and be one of us?" You felt everyone's eye fall on you and you tensed, that inner voice screaming to run while you can.

(Say yes.)

"Yes." You whispered it but it was enough for Rose. She pulled out a cannister from her dress and held it up in the air.

"This one is special like you. Her name was Abra and like you, she thought she could run from me. There's still plenty of her left and she taste-" The cannister cracked open, letting out the scream of someone fighting for their life to a pitiful whimper. "Like spice."

You watched in horror as she inhaled the steam. You figured that if they were going to eat your steam, then possibly it was what they lived off of but you thought it was just adults they killed. The scream sounded like it could of belonged to a child.

Your blood ran cold and Rose's hair tckled your face as she leaned infront of you, the steam floating infront of your face. "Breathe deep!"

For a moment you thought about refusing then thought of that girl's scream. If you refused, you would end up with her fate. That was the last thing you wanted.

Despite the moral dilemma you breathed in the steam. You could feel the coldness of it along with the kick it gave on its way to your stomach.

For a moment you felt nothing but then everything went cold. You opened your mouth to try and ask Rose what was happening but nothing came out.

Your throat felt tight and Rose grinned down at you. "Embrace it." Your body began to arch and you could feel your stomach burning.

"It burns!" You screamed and clawed at the dirt. "I know..I know." You could practically feel Rose smiling at you.

There were hands clamping down your arms and legs and you screeched. "No! No! NO!" A big blue burst of energy flashed infront of your face and soon everything around you faded into darkness.

The next morning when you woke up your face and hair was caked with sweat and mud was all over your clothes.

Their was a near by puddle of water and you looked at yourself in it. You looked the same but you felt different. You heard laughter and took your attention away from your reflection.

"Well hi there!" You turned to face Rose. "You fucking bitch! You said it wouldn't hurt." The other woman had to stuff her bad temper in a sack and smiled as she knelt down to your level, brushing a piece of hair away from your eyes. "Well it doesn't now, does it sweetheart?"

'You can pull one over on your little boyfriend or the others, but not me. I don't go for people who lay it on thick,' You thought to yourself then shrugged. "I guess."

"Then there's no need to for us to act like a child, is there?" There was a hint of malice in her voice. You gave her a face as if to say 'I hate you' and Rose chuckled.

"It's okay. You'll feel better after you eat." She took your hand in hers and caressed the tops of them. "What's the matter?"

"Am I even a human anymore?" Rose offered you a cheeky grin. "Do you care?" The words were cold and had no feeling of comfort.

"I guess not." She patted your head. "Good. Now come. I have something special I want to show you."

You raised a brow. "What is it? Like a gift?" In the short amount of time you spent with Rose, you loved her smile but in that moment it sent chills up your spine.

"You'll see. Crow, help her up please." In a moment the dark haired man took your hand in his and swiftly swept you up off the ground.

The other members of The Knot were already back to their previous engagements and from the look on Rose's face, she seemed fine with that so you let it go.

She wrapped an arm around your waist and lead you forward towards the edge of the all too familiar woods.

"You know, I remember the last time I was here," You said, pretending to think. "You tried to murder me."

Rose smiled tightly and squeezed your sides. "Yeah well, no need to hold grudges over things to small."

"I don't know if I'd say killing trying to kill someone as something that everyone should just brush off." For a moment there was very awkward silence.

"Well you woke up in a pissed off mood, didn't you?" You shrugged. "Well after feeling like I was dying last night, wouldn't you feel the same in that situation?"

"It's a gift you should be grateful for, now close your eyes," She commanded. "Why?" You never exactly were fond of surprises.

"Because, it's a surprise," She answered like it was so obvious. "Yeah I know but I'm not so fond of the unexpected."

"Well, I guess it'll be my job to give you a sense of adventure." She smiled in a friendly manner and held a hand out to you, releasing her hold on your waist. "You know I wouldn't let anything hurt you, right?"

"Yeah, I know."

"Good. Now just keep them shut and follow me." Rose held your hand and lead you forward. "You'll let me know if there's a rock or something infront of me?"

"No, we'll just let you trip and break your face." There was a hint of sarcasm in Crow's tone and you could hear Rose slap his arm with her empty hand.

"Don't be an ass," She scolded. The further you went into the woods, the more it began to lose it's earthy smell and a more unearthly one began to set in.

"Now wait, wait! Don't open them yet. Now tilt your head down- No, not up! The other way! That's it now now open your eyes."

You hesitantly did as she asked and peeped both eyes open before letting out a gasp.

There was a boy laying on a ground in a situation much similar to the one you were in except their steam floating above him.

"Tada!" You narrowed your eyes and turned to look at Rose. "What the hell is this?"

"Honey, he's your 'welcome to family' present." She drew a knife out the pocket on her sweater and wrapped her arms around your waist.

"As you know, there are people out like us who have steam. People like us, the steamy ones, we're above the others. However, there is a chain involved. The hunter and the hunted."

She knelt down and took a jab at the child, a large whiff of steam floated into as a residual effect. "Pain purifies steam, fear too. That's why we took you before turning you, because you're so pure."

You shifted in discomfort, trying to move the steam away from you. "Their pain. Our gain. You can have as much as you want from him. All you have to do is take it."

She handed you the knife and you locked eyes with the boy and bit your lip. You didn't have to use your shine to know he just wanted it all to end.

You didn't consider yourself to be a sentimental person or one who restricted themselves from their vices but this was too much.

Eternal life or not, it was just wrong. You bit your lip and tried to reach out the boy with your shine to give any sort of comfort but all you could see was a wind storm of broken memories. "N-no!"

Rose's arrogant face turned shell shocked. "No?" You shook your head. "I-i can't..I just can't! Just look at him." She furrowed her brows in a way that almost made her lose her respective queen stature. "And?"

"And he's suffering! Just look at his face." The child let out a pained sob and you sat down next to him, making sure to keep a semi safe distance from Rose as you ran your fingers through his hair and shushed him.

Despite the hunger you were feeling from his steam, you felt the urge to pull him close and just take him back home.

"He's an innocent child! He doesn't deserve any of this. He didn't ask to be born this way or for people like us to be around. This is wrong! All of this is just so wrong!" You screamed and started sobbing. "It's not fair!"

"Honey, life's not fair. Do you think Andi over there at camp, wanted or planned on having the humanity literally fucked out of her? Shit happen sometimes. It's the same thing with livestock cows. They don't-"

"For fucks sake! This isn't a cow! It's a child. Call me silly, but I think a person has more value sentimentally and in life then a cow."

Rose's posture straightened like a board and her fair skin turned cherry red with lividness.

"Rosie-"

"Quiet, Crow Daddy! Now you're just being ridiculous, Y/n! I tried being nice but now you've pushed too far. One way or another, I will get you to give in and you will kill."

"No, I won't! What are you going to do? Kill me or spank me?" You taunted.

You knew you crossed the line but you wouldn't give in and even in that moment you revelled in getting Rose all riled up even if that meant your anxiety would go through the roof because of it.

Rose huffed and went to stand up from where she was kneeling on the ground but Crow grabbed her shoulders. "If you know what's good for you right now Crow, then you'll let go of me because now she needs to be punished."

"Rosie, if I let go of you right now you're going to kill her. No one needs to know you as long as I have to know that right now. It's blazing like fire in your eyes. Just breathe for a second."

"I'll breathe later. Just let me at her!" She shoved him away and stomped towards you but Crow grabbed her by her waist. "Rose, you're going to do something you regret."

"Regret, my ass!" She kicked him in the groin and he immediately released his grip on her. She took the knife out of your hand and pushed you down on the ground next to the kid.

"I'll show you how it's done." She raised the knife above her head and you expected it to come down plummeting down on you but instead it landed in the boy.

Blood splattered all your face and you screamed. "Rose, stop!" You begged and attempted to get the child away from her.

"No! Now you'll get to have a front row seat on his pain." She leaned forward to grab your wrist but you kicked away before running.

"Y/n, you bitch!" You heard radiating through the trees but you didn't care. Tied to them or not, you wanted out. Even if that meant death.

As you reached the bottom of the hill you stumbled over a tree stump and all that was heard by those nearby was a thump followed by a crack.

"Y/n?" Andi ran towards you. "Oww! Oww! Oww!" You screamed, looking at your broken ankle.

Meanwhile in the woods a very pissed off Crow Daddy struggled to get Rose off of her prey. "Baby..this is a little over board. I don't think there's any steam left in the kid at this point."

She ignored him for a couple of minutes, making stab after stab until she own hands were cut open from all the pressure she put on them. "They all give in at one point! I don't understand it. I could practically the yearning in her eyes!" Rose seethed, hysteria still in her eyes.

"I know but some take longer to adapt than others. Not everyone is like Barry and Andi." Rose thought back on the first time she seen the two harvesting steam.

Andi's especially was pure irony in her eyes. For a girl that could 'never hurt anyone' based off how innocent others perceived her as, she tore her victim apart limb by limb.

"What do we do if she doesn't give in? Just let her starve and cycle out?" She barked. "When she's ready to eat, she will. It wouldn't be the first time someone had a lapse of faith and we had to deal with it."

Rose sighed and Crow massaged her shoulders. "We'll figure that out when the time comes but for now just let her be."

Rose actually listened and nodded, wrapping her arms around him. "Where did she go when she ran?"

"I don't know. I couldn't keep track. I'm sure she's close by though." He rocked her back and forth gently in his arms.

"I should go to her." Crow shook his head. "You're shakey. You need to relax before talking to her. You both will feed off each others emotions and it won't end well."

"Stay with me until I calm down?" He nodded and held her close.

Meanwhile down at The True's campground you sat in Andi's trailer as she wrapped a bandage around your ankle.

The steam healed most of the fracture but there was still some soarness around the area of the crack. Normally, The True Knot never kept first aid kits around but Andi was glad she had one in this situation.

"..and that should be good," She hummed as she placed the last piece of medical tape on the gauze.

"Thanks, Andi." You sniffled and she gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "You're welcome hun."

She grabbed the towel laying at her side and began to scrub the blood off your face. "You want to talk about it?"

You shook your head and curled your knees close to your chest. "She's probably so mad at me right now," You whispered softly.

"Well, she'll learn to get over it. Rose is scary when she's mad but she can't stay mad forever." Andi paused for a moment and moved the towel away from your face. "How bad was it?"

"R-really bad." Your voice cracked and tears began to stream down your face. "Okay..okay." She held her arms out to you and you flung yourself into them.

"I'll never forget the look on that boys face!" Andi patted your back, trying her best to comfort you even though she hadn't felt a shred of sympathetic emotion in her in a long time. "I know."

"I should of stopped it. It's my fault!" Andi shook her head. "No, it's not your fault. It was inevitable. If it wasn't you that was going to hurt him, Crow or Rose would of."

"It just seems so wrong because I know what it feels like to be in pain and I mean yeah, others deserve to feel that same pain sometimes, but not a child."

Andi had to bite her tongue to keep from saying the first thing that came to mind. "Yeah but think of it, just a little bloodshed for a life long gain."

"It's a child, though. A child doesn't deserve that." She could say no more and pulled away from you. "Get some rest, okay? Maybe you'll feel a little better in the morning."

"Okay." Andi stood up and let you get all settled under her covers before opening the door to her trailer. "Hang in there, Y/n. I'll see you a little later."

"Bye, Andi." You grabbed one of her pillows and held it tightly against your chest, trying to relax yourself. 'You're such a damn fool to think of this would work, Y/n,' You thought to yourself as you stared at the walls.

Your eyes burned from all the crying you did and you felt so drained. You shut your eyes for a little bit, trying to just find yourself when you heard the door to the trailer open and shut again followed by a pause.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah, Rose?" She didn't have to look at you to know you were crying.

"I'm sorry." You turned your body to look at her. "About everything earlier..look, I don't want to make you do something you're uncomfortable with but harvesting steam is unavoidable."

"I know, I know..just give me time, okay?" You begged. "Maybe it's just because I'm not used to the bloodshed but I'm just not ready for it, yet. In all honesty, I might not be ready for it in a while."

Rose sat down across from you and took one of your hands off the pillow, holding it gently in her's. "That's fine. I just- You know what, it can wait."

"You're sure?" She ran a hand across your cheek, the bloodiness on it showing you the unholy deeds she did after you ran. "I'm sure."

Rose enveloped you in her arms, running her hands through your hair as if to reassure herself you were still there.

"Rose?"

"Yeah, Y/n?"

"I like you."

The older woman found a smile forming on her face and she placed a kiss against the top of your head. "I'm glad because I like you too, my patchwork doll."

You pulled away momentarily. "Patchwork?"

"Because you're such a pretty thing made out of horrible memories." You thought on her words for a moment and nodded. "I can live with that, being a patchwork doll."

Rose grinned and placed a kiss gently against your lips. "I love you," You told her with such honesty gleaming in your eyes.

"I do too." She smiled and held you close for a long time. For the first time in a long time, despite all the blood and violence, you felt at home. You were home.

#rose the hat #doctor sleep #dr sleep #the true knot #true knot #crow daddy #imagine #x reader #x fem reader #x female reader #the shining

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 5 years ago

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Imagine:

Erik fucking plus size OC and he is obsessed with how wet her pussy is/ Erik fucking plus size OC in college and she wants to do it with the lights off.

Warnings: SMUTTY, Hardcore, College Erik, Sorority OC, Fraternity Erik, Inspiration from Zane story called APF. Just a disclaimer I am not a member of any of these sororities and I don’t want to disrespect or take credit.

hey y’all! This is so long and detailed. I’m doing another story with an OC. I’ve been reading this Zane book called APF and it is straight up nasty and I figured if I’m doing college Erik and OC I could put my own twist on this amazing erotica and I hope you guys love it! I recommend reading the book y’all I promise you won’t be disappointed 😩😩😩

“Rodney, ohhhhh, Fuck, Rodney! Yes yes yes!-“

“Jada, Stop moaning so damn loud! You want Valentina and Chanel to hear us?”

“She won’t say anything,” Jada laughs before whimpering, “Your dick is just so good, baby.”

“How about you quietly let a nigga know how good this dick is. I don’t want Erik coming up in here ready to kill me-“

“Now, I want you to shut up and fuck me. You better work this pussy and stop complaining! Better yet,” Jada could be heard flipping over on the bed causing the springs to bounce, “Gimmie back shots, you know how much I like it like that, Daddy.”

“So damn nasty, JJ, ahhhhh, Fuck,” Rodney quietly moans before grunting, “Fuck, you got some good pussy on you.”

Valentina didn’t understand why Rodney complained about Jada being so loud when he was making her ass clap back on him. The entire Sorority house could hear them. Both of them were stupid as fuck. Valentina was on her way back from her shift at the Founders Library on campus when she first heard them. She worked in the back of the Library archiving books. This situation with Rodney and Jada has been going on in secret for over a month now. Valentina began to notice some wild shit going on in her Sorority, Alpha Kappa Alpha, just a few days after she joined in her Freshman year. Valentina pledged to uphold the values and ideals of the bond she was seeking to join. It's like a marriage to your sorority.

After she pledged for Alpha Kappa Alpha, Jada Summers asked Valentina in her sophomore year if she wanted to be in a secret society that involved Not just Alpha Kappa Alpha, but other sororities as well. It wasn’t for the faint-hearted but Valentina decided to go along with it to make new friends. The secret society was involved in sexual freedom and the fulfillment of its members. They titled it Alpha Sigma Zeta Delta because pledges from all the different black sororities were involved.

Valentina could still remember the initiation process. She had to sleep with a Kappa Alpha Psi member. It was embarrassing at first because she didn’t feel comfortable with her body but he sweet-talked her the entire night like no man has ever done to her. Valentina thought the sex was great, mind-blowing, fantastic, but he complained about her being too shy and how it killed his mood. Luckily he graduated in the winter and she wouldn’t have to see his face again. Ever since then, Valentina hasn’t participated in any sex with her fellow sisters or other fraternities. She was surprised Jada didn’t kick her out yet. It was probably because she was afraid Valentina would tell someone about their secret society.

“Fuck, JJ, no wonder why Erik kept you, Mhm,” Valentina could hear Rodney slap Jada’s ass, “You can suck some dick girl. Look at that mouth.”

“Ugh,” Valentina complained while trying to get some sleep. She shared a room with another pledge, Chanel, who practically slept like a baby throughout it all. It’s probably because Chanel had Rodney too.

“Suck the nut out my dick, bitch,” Rodney spoke with a gruff tone, “Suck my shit dry like I told you to.”

“Mmmm, mmmm,” Jada mumbled with a mouth full of dick.

“I wish I could cum in that pretty pussy but that’s Erik’s job, right?”

There was no response but Valentina guesses that she probably nodded her head.

“Fff-fuckkkkkk, uhhhhh,” Rodney damn near lost his cool. The bed rocked a little more, probably from Jada sucking him harder and Rodney fucking her mouth. Right when Valentina grabs one of her champagne silk pillows to cover her ears with, Rodney growled and moaned with his release. After about 30 seconds, Jada and Rodney started laughing and talking with low voices. Too bad the walls were thin.

“Doesn’t Erik stop by around this time?” Rodney asked.

“Yes, but I didn’t hear from him about that. Why do you always ask about him? I’m sure he’s out there doing his fucking dirt too. I’m grown I can do whatever the fuck I want to.

“No disrespect, beautiful, just asking. You know Erik is my boy-“

“Just shut the fuck up, Rodney. You’ve been fucking me for over a month now. If that was your boy you wouldn’t be coming to my room every chance you get, would you?”

There was silence followed by the sound of clothes ruffling. Rodney was getting himself dressed to leave. Valentina pulled her Hello Kitty sleeping mask up from her eyes to check the time. It was 11:00 PM. They’d been laid up having sex on and off for about three hours. Now, Valentina was hungry and thirsty. She pulled her comforter back, put on her Ugg slippers, and walked from her room and down the hall to the stairs. She walked at a fast pace so she wouldn’t have to run into Rodney. She tiptoes down the steps and made her way towards the kitchen. Valentina has a habit of snacking late at night and her taste buds were calling for some sour cream and onion chips with an ice-cold glass of apple juice.

So far so good as she checked the cupboard. They were still stocked with all the junk food in the world. Valentina grabs the rolled-up bag of sour cream and onion chips, then opened the fridge to grab some apple juice with her Alpha Kappa Alpha cup. When she opened the fridge she noticed that it was stocked with Martinelli's 100% Apple Juice. She’s never had it before but Valentina assumed it was because of Erik. He drank those things to death. Jada probably bought them because Erik put her on and now she wanted to put her Sisters on. Taking a chance, Valentina grabs two, closing the fridge and walking to one of the bar stools in the kitchen to sit her round backside on.

Valentina tried crossing her much thicker thighs while sitting on the barstool, but her plumpness and the area didn’t leave her enough room to get more comfortable. She groans, swinging her feet while leaning over the kitchen island to eat her snacks. As she munched, Valentina could hear Rodney and Jada descending the stairs. The first thing Valentina noticed about Rodney that made all the girls go crazy was his piercing green eyes. His skin reminded you of desert sand and his hair was faded around the temple with loose bouncy curls up top. Jada has tortilla colored skin with sandy brown hair and eyes close to the color of gingerbread. She had abundant umber-colored freckles that covered her nose and cheeks. Athletic and short. Jada wore nothing but an Alpha Kappa Alpha hoodie and her feet were bare.

“So, when do you want to meet up again?” Rodney pulls Jada closer by her waist, bringing his lips to her neck to suck on. Jada slowly pushes his head away before rubbing the spit from her neck.

“You better not had put a hickie on me,” Jada glowered.

“I didn’t calm down. So, when can I see you again?”

“I’ll let you know. You can’t have me whenever you want, Rodney. Erik has to have some of me too.”

Valentina almost choked on a chip.

“Ugh, I should have never fucked you,” Rodney reached behind her to slap her ass, “You should be mine and only mine.”

Jada giggles before lightly pushing Rodney away, “Boy. Go back to your frat house. I’ll see you at lunch tomorrow.”

“Aight,” Rodney gave Jada a couple pecks on the lips before turning his gaze towards the kitchen and catching Valentina’s eye. He didn’t seem to care not once that he was touching on Jada in front of her. Jada clearly felt the same.

“Sup Valentina,” Rodney gave her a coy smirk, “Couldn’t sleep?

“Apparently not,” Valentina took a sip of her apple juice.

“Hm, Sorry about that. Jada here is to blame. A nigga can’t help himself when he’s in that pussy.

Rod, stop it,” Jada shoves him lightly while trying to hide a smile, “Let Valentina snack in peace.”

Rodney puts his hands up in surrender, “Aight, I think it’s time for me to bounce. JJ, Val, I’ll be seeing you.”

Rodney finally makes his exit, closing the door softly behind him. As soon as the door clicked shut, Jada properly locks it before making her way into the kitchen. She walks to the fridge, grabbing one of the apple juices to drink herself. Jada slapped the bottom of the bottle to make it easier to open. Once it was opened, Jada guzzled that juice in practically one gulp before throwing the glass bottle in recycling. Jada pulled all her sandy brown Dominican blown out hair up into a ponytail before taking a seat directly across from a disinterested Valentina.

“So, Val,” Jada licks her full lips, “What has been up with you? You seem to have an issue with me and Rodney.”

Valentina twirled a piece of hair from her wig, “Not an issue. You’re grown, I’m not your mother. But I do think it’s reckless.

“Teh,” Jada gave a short laugh, “Reckless? Sis, how long have you been a pledge for ASZD? Did you forget your initiation? Did you forget that we participate in all kinds of sex that would have the faint-hearted laid out dead on this kitchen floor? I mean, I’m surprised you aren’t dead.”

Jada chuckles, folding one cream-colored leg over the other, “Sis, what? Are you jealous because I have Rodney and you don’t?

Valentina rubbed her temples, “No, JJ, I don’t want your sloppy seconds. I just feel like you have Erik so I don’t understand why you would want to fuck Rodney-“

“Because I can,” Jada gave Valentina a wide grin, “Erik is cute, fine as hell, but I don’t owe him anything. We are in an open relationship, Val. He’s probably at some booty call right now giving the bitch some good dick. But it’s cool, one thing I know about Erik is that he will always come back. This good pussy has him hooked. I wouldn’t be surprised if he comes knocking on this door right now-“

Knock Knock

“Oh? Would you look at that.”

Valentina rolled her eyes at Jada before hopping off the bar stool causing her silk half shirt to push out extra cleavage from the top of the shirt. She couldn’t stand Jada at times. She thought she was the best thing walking on two feet. On the outside, she looked breathtaking but on the inside, it would only make you puke. Jada acted like her shit didn’t stink. Valentina walked to the cupboard to put away the chips and that’s when she heard his voice

“Daddy sorry he’s late, baby girl, you know I’m apart of that teacher's assistant program so I had a lot of papers to grade, look at you,” Valentina looked up in time to see Erik cupping both of Jada’s ass cheeks nice and firm before slapping them extra hard. Jada whimpered like a child in need of attention, wrapping her arms around Erik’s neck

“Don’t keep me waiting again, Daddy,” Jada sucked on Erik’s neck, “You miss this pussy?”

“You miss this dick?” Erik grabs one of Jada’s hands to rest over his crotch, “Yeah, that’s right, you know how I get when I see you.”

“So damn big,” Jada sighed, “Let’s go, I need it right now.”

Valentina just about heard enough. How was she going to get away with having sex with Erik in her bed after she just had sex with Rodney there? Valentina didn’t want to stick around so she placed both bottles of Martinelli's 100% apple juice in the recycling bin and walked out of the kitchen. Screw being discrete, Valentina loudly walked past them both and towards the stairs

“Valentina?”

She felt a shiver creep up her spine. Turning, Valentina caught Erik’s eye. Those almost black eyes because of the low light. He always overawed Valentina. Even in just a pair of basketball shorts and a Raiders hoodie with a durag on his head he looked appetizing. Then, he smiles at her with his full lips and deep dimples. Valentine wraps her arms around her belly to calm the butterflies. She was sure she looked a bit peaky and her forehead was sweating. Valentina couldn’t understand how Jada slept with Rodney and whoever else she wanted when a man like Erik stood before her with his large biceps wrapped around her.

“Hey, Erik.” Valentina shyly places some hair behind her ear, “Long night?”

“Always. Then I have this dissertation to write as well so your boy is tired.”

“Hey, why don’t you get some rest then, yeah? We can pick this back up tomorrow night.” Jada rubbed circles with her long lime green nails in the center of Erik’s chest.

“You tryna keep me away, ma?” Erik gave her a suspicious look before smirking, “I need you to take care of me. I didn’t come all the way over here for you to put me out.”

“Oh, she’ll take care of you alright,” Valentina mumbled before taking the stairs to her room. She had to figure out how she was going to get sleep with an 8 AM class tomorrow.

“Goodnight, Val,” Erik called out to her, Valentina waved at him before turning down the hall and to her bedroom. She felt a ping of jealousy and she hated that it was because of Jada. Erik needed to cut ties with her. Valentina didn’t want to tell him about Rodney because that would be fucked up but at the same time, he didn’t deserve it. Rodney was supposed to be his best friend. Finally, in bed, Valentina pulled her Hello Kitty mask down over her eyes, brought her comforter up and over her whole body, and forced herself to sleep.

——————

“What’s happening tonight? A party? At our house?”

Valentina looked around the lunch table at her Alpha Kappa Alpha sisters. She pushed away from her bacon grilled cheese with a side of sweet potato fries to listen in on the conversation. Party or not she had a research paper due on Monday and if she stayed up to party with AKA and everyone else she wouldn’t get any work done on Saturday. The house would be an uproar.

“Nah, it’s an ASZD party,” Jada spoke with a whisper, “We have new pledges and they have to go through initiation. They have to be trustworthy, secretive, and be willing to take all the freak nasty shit we do to the grave.”

Valentina forgot all about that. She felt her heartbeat quicken behind her rib cage. She really wanted to back out of this one like the last time but if she did she would probably fuck up her chances of being an AKA and she needed that. Valentina comes from a family of women who were AKA.

“So, I have to lie to Malcolm about where I’m going?” A new pledge of AKA and Jada’s little sis, Janelle, wanted to become a part of ASZD, “We were supposed to go to the movies-“

“Nelle, what did I tell you, sis? This is a serious commitment. You want that sexual gratification? You gotta keep this a secret. We could all lose our reputation and possibly future careers if word gets out to the wrong crowd.”

“You gotta be a woman and look to take sexuality to another level,” China, a southern bell from Texas says, “Freaky Friday is our day. We do this twice a month.

Janelle nibbled on her bottom lip nervously, “Are the Kappa’s gonna be there? They recruited Tory as a new pledge and Tory is in my Health class. If Tory sees me...he may say something.”

Jada shared a look with the others before turning her gingerbread-colored eyes back on her sister that could pass as her twin, “If Tory is gonna be there, sis, Tory wants some pussy. If he sees you, he might want to sample what’s between your legs. You’re gonna let Tory have some if he asks?”

Janelle blushed, looking down bashfully at her two slices of veggie pizza, “Yeah...I like Tory.”

“There you go, sis,” Chanel cheers while applying lip gloss to her heart-shaped lips, “It’s gonna be wild and fun. You won’t regret it.”

“So, what do we wear?” Janelle asked with a chipper tone.

“Nothing,” Jada replies.

“Nothing?” Valentina finally speaks up, “Um, like butt ass naked?”

“Yeah, that’s the point, Val,” China jokes, “We’re supposed to be having sex so what’s the point in wearing clothes? We rented out a loft for the night near DuPont Circle to have the event. That way, we can have free roam to walk around with our ass and titties out.”

“Y’all nasty bitches,” Valentina laughs, “I’m bringing lingerie fuck that.”

“Do you even plan on fucking, sis?” Jada asked, “I mean, you haven’t since that one time.”

“Um, we’ll see,” Valentina smiles, “I haven’t had some dick in a minute so I need a sexual release besides my dildo and vibrator.”

“How are you going to handle Erik and Rodney, Jada?”

Valentina perked her ears up for this one in particular.

“I’ll have Rodney this afternoon and Erik this evening.”

Valentina rolls her eyes and turned back to her food. She couldn’t even find her appetite anymore.

“Are you okay, Val?” China asks with a worried expression

“Yeah, I’m cool,” Valentina packed her food away in a to-go container and got up from her seat at the table, “I gotta head over to the library I’ll be back to the house in enough time for us to get there.”

She didn’t even entertain the smirk that Jada had on her face. Clearly, she knew that Valentina was bothered by the fact that she was juggling sex with both Rodney and Erik.

——————

Valentina didn’t want to sit at a study table in the Founders Library so she walked in between the bookshelves to sit down on the carpet to study. She fluffed out her black and white pleated skirt, crossing her Doc Marten covered feet while pulling out her Theatre Arts books to study for her upcoming exam. Even though it was quiet, Valentina needed to tune out the world and listen to some Floetry and Lauryn Hill.

All you gotta do is say yes

Don't deny what you feel

Let me undress you, baby;

Open up your mind and express

I'm about to let you know you make me

So, so, so, so, so, so, so

You make me

So, so, so, so, so, so, so, ah

Purple glitter gel pen between her lips stained with NYX Butter Gloss in chocolate brown, Valentina read from her textbook that rested over her knees. She was invested in her music and studying that she hadn’t noticed Erik Stevens standing at the end of the aisle admiring her while munching on an apple. Erik wore a denim jacket with Sherpa collar, a basic crisp white t-shirt, Khaki cargo pants with a chain, and a pair of UGG Neumel Utility boots on his feet in black. He didn’t want to disturb her just yet because she looked so in tune with her studies. His eyes kept drifting down to Valentina’s exposed legs in that black and white pleated skirt. Legs the color of peanut butter with a left thigh tattoo of a pink lotus flower. Erik inhaled deeply before removing his Airpods from his ears, approaching Valentina slowly while twirling his half-eaten apple in hand. Valentina’s mocha eyes looked up at Erik, that glittery purple gel pen falling from between her juicy lips. The pen rolled towards Erik’s feet. He reached down leisurely, grabbing the pen, then holding it out for her to grab. He could still feel her gloss on the pen as his thumb rubbed against it. Valentia took it from him before saying thank you in a soft-spoken voice.

“You’re welcome,” Erik placed his apple between his teeth to take off his camouflage Supreme backpack. He removed the apple from between his lips, licking them, and then speaking in a hushed tone, “Can I sit with you?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Erik got down on the carpet so close to her that his knee hit her thigh. Valentina almost rips the edge of the page in her textbook while turning it. Erik took out his own various books along with an iPad. Valentina peeks over at his books to see what he studied. Systems and Computer Science. Supposedly he already completed schooling with a Computer Engineering degree.

“Applications for Artificial Intelligence.

“Huh?” Valentina looked up at him with a whimsical expression.

“That’s what my dissertation is about. I have only 15 pages typed and I still have another 15 to do.”

“Sounds...stressful.”

“I just can’t wait for this shit to be over with so I can get back on the grind with the Military.

“Military? Wow.” Valentina was inraptured by Erik’s smile and warm hickory-colored eyes. His teeth were so white, Valentina figured he must have gotten them bleached. She felt ashamed of her lack of skincare because Erik’s russet skin is blemish-free and so smooth like he regularly visited an Aesthetician.

“Theatre Arts,” He pulled her book from her lap to rest on his, “Acting?”

“Yes.” Valentina blushes.

“What made you get into that?”

“My mom used to act on Broadway. My father is a Writer. My family is full of the arts and I figured if they followed their passion, so can I.

“I like that, I don’t know why I thought you were a law major.”

“If you would have asked me, you would know...yeah?” Valentina teased.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Erik licks his lips, making his voice lower “So...will you be at the party tonight?”

“Um, I plan on it...why?” Her heart damn near bounced around her chest.

Erik uses his thumb to rub the tip of his nose while trying to fight a smile, “Teh, um...I’m tryna see you there.

“Excuse me?” Valentina was perplexed.

“I wanna see you there,” Erik’s head fell back lightly against the bookshelf, “That’s the only reason why I’m going.

Valentina tittered, “Erik...what?”

“You don’t believe me.”

Valentina shook her head slowly, “No, I don’t.”

How could she anyway? Erik never showed her any interest. Then again, he was always nice to her. Then it was the looks he gave her that made her body shiver. It could be believable but he had Jada. Last night he practically hounded her. They probably didn’t make it up the stairs. It was pretty silent. Jada could have been arched over the steps getting plowed by Erik. The thought of Erik only going to the Freaky Friday Night because of her blew Valentina’s mind. He definitely knows what happens with ASZD. Sex, sex, sex. If he wanted to see her there...

“Valentina.” Erik must have called her name 20 times.

“Sorry,” She timidly placed hair behind her ear, “What would seeing me there do for you?”

“Hm,” Erik’s hickery-colored eyes watched her face closely, “What do you think?”

Suddenly, Valentina’s lips become dry.

“It doesn’t matter what I think. What about Jada?”

“What about her?” Erik says with an annoyed tone.

“Isn’t that your girl? Aren’t ya’ll you know...fucking? In a relationship?”

Erik laughs bitterly, “We are fucking, but she ain't my girl, Val. I don’t make bitches like Jada my girl. You gotta earn it and just because you have good pussy doesn’t mean you're mine. We fuck, that’s that.”

“Oh,” Valentina looks down at her knees, “She seems to think you two are together.”

“Look at me, Val.”

Valentina fixed her eyes on his. She wished she hadn’t.

“I know about her and Rodney already.”

“When did you find out?”

“last night. I saw Rodney leaving.”

“They are so stupid,” Valentina chuckles, “I don’t understand why she thought this would go on forever-”

“Oh, it can go on for infinity, I don’t give a fuck. I’m not surprised. I know how she gets down. She slept with a lot of niggas and that’s not even including bitches.”

“Yeah, Chanel, China-”

“I saw that in action a month ago,” Erik closes his eyes while laughing, “I respect the sexual awakening and togetherness though but you gotta be careful, feelings can get involved and I know Chanel felt some type of way when Rodney and Jada started having sex.”

“Oh, definitely. I’m shocked she slept through it all last night. I just hope Janelle doesn’t get like that. She has a boyfriend and everything.”

“Nelle just might. Tory, the one here on the basketball scholarship? He’s feeling Nelle heavy heavy, That Lil’ nigga is gunning for her.”

“Damn,” Valentina licks her lips, “I can’t believe I agreed to be a part of ASZD. I’m not cut out for this at all,” Valentina looked from side to side then between the books behind her head to see if anyone was around, “Gotta be careful talking about this shit here.”

“Can’t fuck up yall little secret society.”

“Shut up,” Valentina bumps Erik with her shoulder

“So, if you aren’t cut out for being a member for ASZD, then that means you aren’t freaky.” Erik jokes but then Valentina looked away with embarrassment.

“I’m just fucking with you, Val-”

“I’m sure you know about my initiation, right? I didn’t hear the end of that shit for at least a month. Jada made sure I remembered that horrible fucking night.” Valentina brought her knees to her chest, folding her arms across it and resting her chin there. She avoided Erik’s eyes and focused on the stack of books across from her on the shelf.

“Calvin talked a lot about you so all that other shit you heard is a fucking lie. Probably some shit that Jada made up to make you feel like shit because he jumped on you before her. I told you, Valentina, Jada be lovin’ the crew.”

“He liked it?” Valentina glanced over at Erik with a hopeful look in her eyes

“Oh yeah,” He smirks, “He said you had the wettest pussy in the motherfucking world. And the fattest pussy too.”

“For real?” Valentina hadn’t noticed that she scooted closer to Erik. He could smell whatever scented oil she was wearing. His dick jumped and tapped her textbook resting over his lap

“Girl, hell...yeah,” Erik cut his eyes down to stare at her cleavage. It couldn’t be helped because the compressed white turtleneck outlined her DD’s perfectly, “That nigga wanted round two honestly. If it wasn’t for him graduating he would have. Ma, he could not shut the fuck up about that body in general.”

“Oh my God,” Valentina squealed behind her hands, “So I’ve been feeling like shit for so long and he actually enjoyed it? I can’t believe Jada.”

“She’s jealous of you, Val.”

“I can’t understand why. She’s so pretty”

“Fuck all that. So are you.”

Valentina gawked at Erik like he spoke German. He frowned slightly at her reaction. How could she not believe she was more beautiful than Jada? Plus size or not Valentina is BAD. Badder than Jada in his opinion. Erik fully turns his body to face Valentina while bringing his knees up to rest his arms on. Her textbook thumped against the floor loudly because of all the silence. Valentina picks it up, closes it, and places it behind her with all her other belongings. Erik’s hand reaches out to touch her knee. Valentina melted like an ice sickle under the sun when his warm hand came into contact with her skin.

“What’s not beautiful about you?” Erik asks with a whisper.

“I know I’m beautiful, I just have my insecurities. All women do.”

“I can’t tell you what you should feel but I will say that you shouldn’t compare yourself to JJ.”

“Thanks, E,” Valentina gave Erik a sheepish smile, “Jada doesn’t deserve to fuck you-”

“What? You do?” Erik bites his bottom lip, “Is that what you’re telling me, baby girl?

“May-be,” Valentina murmured before giving a short, half-suppressed laugh. Erik reaches out to play in Valentina’s ombre honey blonde wig. She found herself rocking back and forth nervously because now, Erik was studying her face. If someone told her she would be coming to the Founders Library to run into Erik and flirt with him she would have cackled but now, Valentina couldn’t even mutter a word. She wondered what would happen next. If he kissed her, she wouldn’t stop him. He has nice full lips that looked like they tasted sweet. They had to be sweet right now because he was munching on an apple that’s currently going rotten right next to his left foot on the carpet.

“Nah, answer my question properly.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I feel like I deserve to fuck you instead of her.” She couldn’t believe the words that flowed from her mouth.

“Cool cuz that’s exactly what’s gon’ happen,” Erik peered behind him then over Valentina’s shoulder before turning his eyes back on hers, using the hand that was in her hair to push her knees apart forcefully so he could get a glimpse of her panties stretched over her phat pussy. Sure enough, sky blue cotton panties with little clouds on them, and a wet spot in the center, the fabric taut over her pussy lips and exactly what he needed to see. The perfect image to make his dick even stonier than what it already was.

Erik twirled his finger in an authoritative manner, “Take these off,” He demanded in a low gruff tone.

Valentina lifts her butt from the ground, using her thumbs to push her panties up and over her thighs, down her calves, and then over her boots. She waited patiently for Erik to pull her knees apart again as she watched over his shoulder closely. Anyone could come and find them. Erik’s sharp intake of breath is what made Valentina look at him. She could hear her pussy lips spread each time Erik opened and closed her legs. He was doing that on purpose, generating her pussy to make smacking noises. Valentina bit down on her lip and looked behind her, then over his shoulder again. She could feel her leg being lifted up and onto his back while Erik eases his way down to eat her pussy from the side. Valentina blinked her eyes rapidly before closing them when she felt Erik kiss her pussy lips. He repeated this going up and down her pussy. Valentina brought one of her hands up to cover her mouth. Now, Erik took his fingers to part her glimmering pussy lips. Directly in his face was her pink clit, labia, and entrance dripping with all her wetness. His entire face was in her pussy as soon as his tongue poked out to lick her pussy up in one strike. She could hear the way his tongue sounded gliding over her. The constant flickering and lapping noises like a dog licking water from a bowl.

“Uhhh,” She moaned softly, “Mmmhh, uhhhh.”

When his lips sucked lightly on her clit, Valentina’s head steadily fell back to rest against the bookshelf.

“Keep that leg up,” Erik whispered into her pussy. Valentina used her left hand to keep her left thigh up while her foot rested on Erik’s back. Her other thigh was down enough so Erik could properly fit his lips around her clit and labia to nibble on.

“Umph, uhhh,” Valentina couldn’t see him eat her pussy past her large breasts. If only she could watch the way he ate her.

“Shut that fucking noise up,” Erik spoke through clenched teeth.

“E-Erik, I c-can’ttttt,” She gasps, “Ohhh, Fuck. It feels so good please.” Her voice was barely audible.

Erik wiggled his tongue in her pussy, catching all of her juices in his mouth. Valentina’s hips bucked into his mouth, her thighs shaking uncontrollably. Valentina tried to be aware of her surroundings but the more Erik tongue-fucked her and flicked that tongue up to show her clit some attention, She couldn’t keep her eyes open. Valentina lifted her hips off the carpet, Erik following her with his lips slurping her like an oyster. Valentina hissed sharply making her lungs burn from a deep breath she took while pushing his head away. Erik wasn’t having that, He smacked her hand away so loud the sound almost echoed through the many rows of books. Before Valentina could strengthen herself for what Erik had in store for her, she was flat on the carpet with Erik’s hand around her neck while he continued where he left off before she pushed his head away. The way he sucked on her made her thighs quake. She never felt pressure like that on her pussy. Her eyes crossed and her mouth fell open into a silent scream. The heels of her boots dragged back and forth across the carpet. All she could see every time her watery eyes looked down was her mountainous breasts heaving up and down. The muscles in her belly twisted tightly causing her to get a painful cramp on her right side like she was doing sit-ups. He just would not...stop...sucking.

“Uhhh, uhhhh, uhh-uh-u-uhhh,” Her hot tears rolled down her cheeks and into her hairline. The feeling of her release crept up slowly like an intro to an orchestrated song. Erik’s hand gently released from around her neck to place his hand over her mouth. Eyes crossing like the Exorcist, Valentina’s hips oscillate back and forth into his voracious mouth. Her body finally gave in to his insatiable nature. She never knew a man could be this insane over eating pussy. Valentina could feel herself leaking into his mouth. He was right there to catch it all so he wouldn’t miss a drop. Like Calvin said, she has the wettest motherfucking pussy in the world. Valentina was so wet Erik’s lips smacking against her sounded like he was drinking from a puddle. Her thighs will slip and slide as she walked the rest of the day. Her ass was probably a mess too. So much came from her pussy. Erik couldn’t find it in him to stop. Valentina lightly pushes his head away with a pout of her lips. Erik caught sight of her pussy twitching before his eyes glanced up at hers to see her face. His nose down to his chin was covered in her mess. The lights above them caused the juices on his face to shimmer. His thick tongue licked around his lips and his hand smoothed down his face to wipe it clean. He could still smell the sweetness of her pussy on his upper lip and his face felt warm like her mound was a thermal.

“Goddayum, ma,” Erik adjusted his dick in his khaki cargo pants, “Just know I am eating this pussy whenever the fuck I feel like it, do you hear me? You are so fucking wet down here,” His fingers slipped between her fat lips, “Come sit with me at one of the desks up here. If I get a taste for some pussy I wanna be able to crawl under the table and eat it”

“Erik,” Valentina smoothed hair from her face, “Won’t people see-”

“Not where I sit. C’ mon, Valentina. Come with me to the table. I’m not finished eating your pussy just yet.”

“Won’t you have some later?” Valentina looked over Erik’s shoulder.

“Yeah, and then whatever time after that. But that’s later, I need that shit now.

“Ugh, this is too reckless,” She couldn’t ignore the way Erik was looking at her and the way he kept licking his lips like he was hoping there was still more of her left on his lips.

“It’s all good, Val, I promise,” Erik gave her a charming smile, “Please?”

This man could get anything he wanted.

“Okay, Erik.”

________________

It was raining heavily when the Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority arrived. The other Sororities such as Sigma Gamma Rho, Zeta Phi Beta, and Delta Sigma Theta were already there and dressed in nothing but their birthday suits. All women in all different shapes and sizes and shades of brown. They had the perfect fuck songs of the ’90s playing loudly from a large Bluetooth speaker system that belonged to whoever owned the loft. The only things missing from the large scatter of women were the men. Undergraduate students, Graduate students, Alumni, and even some men who had cash flow such as Lawyers, Doctors, and Engineers. All black and brown men who came to fuck and suck like them.

Valentina arrived wrapped in a long pink trench coat with a black lace teddy underneath and some black red bottom pumps; the only good pair of heels that she has. The rest of the Alpha Kappa Alpha entourage wore long trench coats as well, some wearing pink like Valentina and others wearing green like Jada. The only difference was that everyone else was completely bare underneath. Valentina didn’t have the confidence enough to drop that coat around her ankles and walk around with her breasts bouncing and ass jiggling with every step she took. That didn’t include her thighs and her stomach as well. She wished she had the same confidence as the other plus-sized women at the party. They were so sexy.

“The sex better be good this year because the guy I hooked up with last year was a joke!” China complains while removing her coat. She dropped it revealing A cup breasts, traveling down to at least a size 16 around the hips because she has a lot of ass. China kept her hair in a buzz cut and she colored it different colors but her favorite to flaunt was violet purple. China has almond-shaped chocolate eyes with skin that reminded you of maple syrup. Lips like Megan Good. If Valentina were to ever sleep with a woman it would be China. China was known for being the girl who orchestrated threesomes and orgies. The same men showed up every year with a few new ones sprinkled here and there. All tested and clean, and the Sorority ladies clean as well, some on birth control and enjoying the idea of a man fucking them and releasing their load deep inside of them while the other women needed the men to wear a condom. Some even enjoyed simply having their pussies ate and being fucked by ten-inch dildos. Valentina only had sex with Calvin a while ago and they used a condom because Valentina wasn’t on the pill. Now she was.

The men began to arrive. Some in groups and others by themselves. All of them knew each other except for if you were new to the ASZD parties. All of them were taken off guard when they walked into the loft to find every single woman there naked. The shared looks and mischievous smirks on their faces let Valentina know that this Freaky Friday would be the best so far. Valentina looks down at her lingerie set. She couldn’t do it. She was so shy and the way all these men looked they would probably jump on her. All these butt-naked women walking around with wet pussies. Jada and a Zeta Phi Beta Graduate student named Ariana decided to plan it where the men assumed it would be a 90’s house party for them to arrive in 90’s attire and find all these beautiful black women stripped and ready for dick. Huge fluffy floor pillows surrounded them so they could have the comfort to freak on.

H-Town Knockin’ da Boots played putting everyone in a vibe. Janelle was a lightweight, already drunk and twirling her petite naked hips to the beat.

Good lovin', body rockin', knockin' boots all night long, yeah

Makin' love until we tire to the break of dawn

But oh, come on, come on and turn the lights down, and let me get on it, yeah

'Cause when I do, just me and you, it'll be so right

A-give me some good love

(Somebody rockin' knockin' da boots)

A-give me some good love

(Somebody rockin' knockin' da boots) somebody rockin', baby, ooh

Out of nowhere, Tory shows up behind Janelle wearing paint-splattered overalls and a tye-dye with a backward cap. Janelle looked back at him, biting her lip before bending over to grind her ass further into his crotch.

“That’s little sis ya’ll!” Jada spoke over the microphone before handing it over to Ariana.

Ariana spoke with her Dominican New York accent, “Time to strip! Let’s get busy!”

Valentina grabbed her cup of 1800 pineapple to take a long swig of. She needed it in that very moment. Every single one of them was blessed between their legs. Thick and long, curved and wide, lengthy and veiny. Moisturized, all shades of brown and heavy balls to suck on. Dicks swaying and wagging in her face. China was primal next to Valentina. She handed Valentina her cup when she spotted a 6’5 carob-skinned man with shoulder-length dreads and a body that would put Hercules to shame. China climbed that man like a tree, wrapping her plentiful thighs around his chiseled waistline that looked to be carved from stone. His fingers were so long when they squeezed her abundant ass and made it bounce up and down. That long tongue rolled along her neck like Venom. Valentina could not hold it together. She felt her knees wobble. Turning away from China didn’t help because everywhere she looked, her ASZD girls were either kissing, sucking, dancing, and fucking on a man of their choice. Moans overpowered Ginuwine’s Pony and the heat was turned up in that loft; literally. Valentina’s body was sweating. There was dampness on her forehead, back, chest, and thighs. The moisture between her legs was on a whole other level. The lace fabric of her thong felt slick and slimy. It was so wet that the crotch of the thong kept sliding to the left side of her mound causing her lips to spill out. All the moans had her heart pounding.

Mmm! mhm! ahhhhh! Uhhhh! Umph! Mmmmhhhh!

“Erik!”

Valentina’s eye cut to the entrance of the loft. Erik was fashionably late and shocked. He was wearing a cropped muscle t-shirt with the Los Angeles Lakers logo on it, some basketball shorts, and a neon 90’s hat that reminded Valentina of the hats that Wesley Snipes wore in White Man Can’t Jump. He looked around like he woke up from a coma. Jada rushes over towards him with her large teardrop breasts bouncing. Jada tried wrapping her arms around Erik’s neck but he was walking away from her with his mindset on reaching Valentina. Valentina felt like she was stuck in a soap opera moment with the way Jada glared at her.

“Erik, where the fuck are you going? Erik?!” Jada yelled angrily.

Valentina wasn’t surprised that no one reacted to Jada’s loud outburst. Erik took his hand, gripping the back of Valentina’s head, and pulling her in for a searing kiss. His tongue was lethal. Valentina’s eyebrows furrowed and her arms reached out to squeeze his biceps. Erik’s hands gripped her cheeks to keep her steady while his lips and tongue did all the work. She needed to breathe because Erik was literally sucking the air from her lungs with such ferocity Valentina was growing weak. Erik finally stops, Valentina, taking in a deep breath before closing her eyes and rocking backward as if she were dizzy.

“Why do you still have this on, Val?” Erik looked at her lingerie with raised brows, “Daddy’s here now you can take this off.”

“Out here?” Valentina looked around at all the sex, “In the open?”

“We don’t have to,” Erik rubbed his thumb across her bottom lip, “I want you to myself anyway. I plan on being in you all fucking night so what’s good?”

“We can go to the bedroom,” Valentina sucked on Erik’s thumb, “Please?”

“I got you, ma. Let’s go all this sex got my dick so fucking hard. You gon’ suck Daddy’s dick like I sucked on that pussy earlier?”

Valentina was having flashbacks while leading the way past everyone exploring each other. He was a man of his word when she sat with him at the study table. She wasn’t even sitting there for ten minutes when Erik puts his iPad down looking around him secretly, before lowering his body under the table and crawling between her legs. Erik ripped her panties down the crotch without even taking them off before licking her pussy. He did that about three times before she couldn’t take anymore. The largest bedroom in the loft was where they went. It had a great view of DC. Erik didn’t close the door. Valentina nervously looked towards the bed then over at Erik expectantly. Erik started undressing, Valentina finally having the opportunity to admire him. Broad-shouldered, sturdy, and powerful. The gym had to be his second home.

“Get on your knees and be Daddy’s good girl. It’s my turn now, baby girl. Show me how freaky you can get on this Freaky Friday.”

“Wait,” Valentina walked towards the door to turn off the lights, “It’s better like this.”

“Nah, turn the lights back on.”

“But Erik-”

“Valentina flip the switch.” Erik commands, “Do it.”

“Ugh, okay,” Valentina pouts, “It’s just better that way-”

“How am I supposed to see you? Are you tryna hide from me-”

“No, I swear-”

“I think you are,” Erik walked towards her with labored steps but his eyes were gluttonous and his lips were curled up into a wolfish grin, “we're fucking with the lights on. I want to see everything.”

Valentina was moving too slow for him so Erik flicked it on himself. His left hand covered the switch while his right hand elevated her chin to make her look at him.

“Look at those eyes,” Erik bit down on his full bottom lip, “How do you want Daddy to fuck you tonight?”

“Deep and hard,” Valentina spoke softly.

“Let me see that body, ma,” Erik removed his hand from her chin to pull down her left strap to the lingerie she wore, “It’s just me and you. Didn’t I tell you I would take care of you?”

“Mhm, I remember,” She was exposed from the waist up now. Valentina pressed her face into Erik’s solid chest. He uses her hair to pull her back so he could look at her breasts. Large and bell-shaped with tawny colored areolas and nipples. Erik could see her veins under her peanut butter skin. So healthy and hefty. He imagined himself laying on them like pillows. Erik leans down to suck on her breasts while holding them up in his mouth. Valentina weakly nibbled on her bottom lip with a scrunchy nose and eyes shut. Her hand stroked the back of his head, dragging her nails over the faded area of his hair. She could smell lavender castor oil in his hair. While he sucked, his hands pulled down the rest of her lingerie except for her thong. Valentina’s arms wrapped around her stomach. She really wanted the lights off. Erik sensed her insecurity, placing soft kisses up her neck and to her lips again. Valentina melted in his mouth and slowly, her arms fell from around her belly. Erik pulled her body in close almost lifting her from the floor. Valentina giggles against his lips causing Erik to give her a dimpled smile.

“Don’t you ever cover up when you’re with me, okay?”

“Yes, Sir,” Valentina blushes.

“That’s my good girl. Now let Daddy force this dick in your mouth. Show me how you suck now, okay?”

“Yes, Sir,” Valentina got down on her knees, reaching out to pull Erik’s basketball Shorts off. She looked up at him through her lashes while pulling those shorts down that were already poked out in the crotch because of his dick. When Erik’s dick finally sprang free, it hit Valentina in the nose. She went cross-eyed staring at it. Getting into a squat, Valentina grips her Daddy’s dick, bringing her face closer to wrap her juicy lips around the tip of his dick. She began to suck lightly before lowering her lips to try and fit him further inside.

“Good girl deepthroating Daddy, you better try and fit my dick in there before I pop that ass. Give it a nice smack.”

Valentina drooled and slobbered as she controlled her breathing to fit him all in. Screw fucking ten inches of the dildo when you have all this real dick in front of you waiting. He was giving her the dick without even touching her. His hands were behind his back while his hips moved.

“Open that mouth, BABY, let Daddy put that dick all the way in. Say I love big black dick.”

Valentina slips her mouth off before licking her lips, “I love big black dick,” She spoke timidly.

“Say, I want Daddy’s big black dick in my phat pussy all night,” Erik strokes Valentina’s hair back.

“I want Daddy’s big black dick in my pussy all night,” She licked his tip.

“Hmm, yes, you knew Daddy would be horny and needed a throat to fuck?”

Valentina nods her head while sucking his dick with her mocha eyes drawing him in.

“You got some sexy ass eyes, ma. Looking up at me like that. Are you gonna suck the cum out this dick and swallow it?”

She blinked at him while nodding her head.

“That pretty face with those big brown eyes looking at me like you want me to turn you out. Stay still so I can fuck your face with this big dick.” Erik fisted Valentina’s hair to keep her still while his hips propelled his dick in and out of her mouth. She gagged and made gurgling noises around his thick pipe each time he went deeper. Valentina and Erik hadn’t noticed a chick from Delta Sigma Theta sucking dick herself outside of the bedroom door while forcing a glass dildo in and out of her pussy. She had a few towels laid out under her butt to soak up her squirting mess. Speaking of squirting, that was exactly what her pussy was doing. She pulled that cream covered glass dildo out and rubbed her clit to help her pussy squirt. The guy getting his dick sucked palmed the back of her head and forced his dick inside so hard and deeply that her nose touched his pelvis.

“Can you help me bust a nut before I play all in that pussy? I’m tryna give you this big black dick from the back, you little nasty bitch. Hmph, that's my girl.”

UGHH!” Erik snatched Valentina’s lips from his dick, some of his cum shooting on her cheek before her lips hungrily swallowed him whole again to milk him more. He tasted so damn good. Valentina fingered the cum from her cheek to lick clean. She swallowed cum for the first time. Now she wanted some more but Erik was pulling her up from the floor and walking her over to the bed where he arched her body over it. He didn't waste any time spreading her pussy lips apart to munch on her peach. Instantly, Valentina was a fountain in Erik’s mouth. She squirted and squirted each time he sucked on her clit like it was a never-ending popsicle. That was her weakness. LIcking and tongue-fucking her pussy did that job too but when his full lips wrapped around her clit and labia and sucked she wasn’t herself anymore.

“Fuck, Daddy, stopppppp uhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!” She whimpered with her release. All Erik kept whispering was that she was so wet, so fucking wet, so juicy.

“Daddy, Daddy, nooooo, umph, Daddy, Umph!!!!!”

Valentina had Erik’s face between her ass cheeks from how hard she rocked back and forth. Erik slowly but tightly pulled his lips off her clit, finally full with her juices. He wipes his mouth with the back of her hand before rubbing Valentina’s clit. His eyes looked up to see a few chicks in the bedroom, on the bed, rubbing their pussies. They were all eyeing Erik heavily, hoping to have their turn next. They all stared with dripping pussies while finger-fucking and rubbing themselves. It was such an erotic sight.

“Look what you’ve done,” Erik pops Valentina’s ass, “You got all these bitches in here waiting for me. Look at their fucking faces, come on, do it, bitch,” Erik barked out between clenched teeth while fixing her arch so he could fuck her, “They are so fucking desperate, shit doesn’t make no sense, HOLD THAT PUSSY OPEN WHILE I BEAT IT UP!”

Valentina quickly did what she was told while staring at the women as they moaned and came all over the bed.

“Yes, Daddy, bang my pussy out,” Valentina begged.

“Can you bang mines out next?” Valentina recognized the face. Her name was Taylor, they had Sophomore English ii together. Tall chick with long lemonade braids in her hair and features that reminded her of Dorothy Dandridge. A striking beauty.

“Fuck,” Erik’s dick got harder at that. He grabs Valentina’s cheeks while using his hips to push his dick in. Not only was she wet, but she was also tight too. It felt like a force grabbed hold of his hips to make him push his dick in all the way. It happened so fast, no time for Valentina to get used to him. She clenched him tightly that his dick sank in. She arched further, her head whipping around to give him a dumbstruck look. She was stuffed to the hilt with ten inches of big black dick.

“Oh my God it’s so thick,” She pants heavily.

All the women around them moaned in unison. A few guys piled into the room to help them out since their pretty pink pussies needed attention from a man and fast. Now, it was like one big orgy.

“Erik, it’s so big. Daddy, you were right, it’s so huge inside of me! I can’t even move without feeling it in my stomach, Oh! Daddy! Oh! Oh! Oh!” She said that each time Erik dug deep.

“Listen to how her pussy sounds!” A random guy's voice yelled out.

“Damn, Erik, yo, she’s creaming all over your shit.”

“Give it to him baby, it’s okay,” A seductive female voice spoke.

“I just love to watch a big dick nigga fuck some black pussy! Ahhh!”

It was multiorgasmic. Just hearing other people getting fucked and watching big black dicks swing in her face with Erik grunting and clawing at her hips while he pounded away inside of her gave Valentina a sexual high. A straight-up fuckfest. Dicks, tits, ass, and pussy. You had women who came to these events with the urge to suck dick. You had other chicks who needed their puss ate out so bad to the point that the person sitting next to them were their victims. China was in that room and Valentina caught a glimpse of her grabbing the back of an ASZD member's neck, bringing her face down and in her puss.

“Look back and watch this dick while I fuck you,” Erik watched as Valentina looked back at him with her sexy eyes that he couldn’t get enough of.

“Make a mess on this dick, pussy just creaming while you getting fucked. So you like em’ long and thick, huh?”

“Ummm, yesssss,” Valentina loved the way he stretched her.

“You were built for a big dick in you, huh? Show out, ma, show me how much you love the way I treat this good pussy.”

Erik went still while Valentina bounced off his dick. She was fucking him like she was fucking a dildo suctioned to the wall. Erik just bites down on his lip painfully and watched her ass ricochet off of him. Valentina was throwing that ass in a circle on his dick.

“Yeah that’s right, fuck me hard. You cumming? You gon’ use Daddy’s big dick to make yourself cum? You gon’ use me, ma? Wet fucking pussy, I need all that, use me, uh-huh, mhm, pussy sound wet as fuck too, throw it back on Daddy’s dick baby girl, yes, you the best, baby, fuckkkkk, cum, cum, I bet this feels amazing-”

“OOOOOOOOO, Uhhhhhhhh!” Valentina’s ass clapped louder than any other chick in that room while she came on Erik’s rigid pole.

“Long strokes only,” He thrust forward so sharp and sudden making Valentina let out a silent scream.

Fuck, I love it. Why your dick so big like this? Why Daddy? W-why?” She shuddered when he hit her hard from the back.

“Fill her up so good!”

“She got that phatty too!”

“That’s how you work a pussy.”

“All up in that shit.”

Valentina’s hair was being pulled as her hands reached out in front of her to grab hold of the sheets. Tears streamed down her cheeks while Erik used all his strength to knock her pussy down and into that bed. The headboard smacked against the wall as he chased his release.

“Look how far it goes in! Mmm”

“Daddy, I love this dick. I’m yours, I’m all yours, fuck me like this all the time, Be a good Daddy and fuck me like a Daddy would. Make me your little slut, yes, Daddy!”

“GODDAYUM oh yeah, baby, take this dick!!!!!”

Erik was defeated. He slaps Valentina’s ass causing it to sting as his dick rippled and expanded inside of her to shoot his cum into her pussy like he was busting a cap in her.

“Fuck my dick with your wet pussy baby! Give me your juices on my dick!”

“Umph, I’m coming, Daddy,” She turns onto her back, pulling her legs back and making that pussy laid out for more.

“Come to Daddy then.” Erik put that dick back inside its rightful place sliding in and out that wet puss.

She felt so warm with a belly full of cum. He still wanted more of Valentina. The night was young. She will offer her wet pussy to him as long as he continued to be the best Daddy and fuck her silly. Exactly what she needs.

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