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ateezreactionsandscenarios · 2 years

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Behind Closed Doors - Chapter 6

Pairing: CEO! Jung Wooyoung x Reader

Genre: Slice of Life, Smut

CW: Mentions of alcohol, office sex, both Wooyoung and y/n are not drunk just a little buzzed, oral (F and M receiving), brief fingering, slight hair pulling, wall sex.

Word Count: 4725

Summary: A late night session with Wooyoung takes a turn when tensions start to get high.

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Wooyoung’s office was quiet, so quiet that if it wasn’t for the rustling of papers you’d be able to hear a pin drop. You’d both been working on your joint project for the last 6 hours, you started with your usual chatter back and forth but the conversation soon fizzled out to nothing, the two of you sucked into your own little worlds of deep concentration.

You were now at the point you didn’t even know what you were reading, all the words seemed to blur into one and no matter how many times you closed your eyes or shook your head it didn’t help. Wooyoung had noticed this too. For the last 20 minutes every time he glanced in your direction he could see you were still reading over the same page, and probably the same sentence too.

“Come on.” He said quietly, pulling the paper from your hand and setting to the side.

“What?” You looked up at him confused and quite frankly a bit startled as it took your eyes a moment to adjust so you could see him clearly.

“We’ve been at this for a long time, I think we both need a break, especially you, so come on.” He turned on his heels and headed for the door, holding it open as he waited for you to walk out.

Walking out of Wooyoung’s office you notice it seems the whole floor is empty except for the two of you. You take a quick glance at the clock and realise its already 7:30pm.

“It’s that time already?” You ask with a sigh as you stretch your arms above your head.

“I thought it was a bit quiet, everyone must have gone home.” Wooyoung shrugged glancing over at you, his eyes quick to notice how your shirt rode up a little as you stretched, exposing the smallest amount of skin to him. Swallowing hard he continues his walk over to the break room.

Wooyoung is quick to fix up the coffee for the both of you, sliding the hot mug over to you when it was ready. Neither of you decided to sit down, you both thought it was best to stand up for a bit to stretch your legs since you’d been sat down for 6 hours already.

“So how are you feeling now?” Wooyoung asks you taking a sip of his coffee, glancing at you over the rim of the mug.

“Hmm?”

“You know, after yesterday, are you okay now?” Being caught up in all your work you’d forgotten about Amber for a bit but now it’s all come back to you.

“A little bit yes, I guess I needed that time to clear my head so thank you for that, at least now I’m okay with giving her the cold shoulder instead of wanting to rip her head off her shoulders.” Wooyoung tries to stifle a laugh at your comment, almost spitting his coffee back into the mug.

“One thing has been playing on me though.” You say, mirroring his actions in taking a sip while he looks at you curiously.

“What did you mean when you said you should have learnt from last time?”

“Ah, it’s nothing you need to worry about, really, it was all in the past anyway.” He shrugs you off quickly, it wasn’t a conversation he was willing to have with you yet, if ever really. You thought it was odd and it was like he was keeping something from you but you knew better than to pry knowing it was a lost battle before you even started.

The rest of the time in the break room was spent talking about University, Wooyoung seemed to be interested in your course and how you were doing and from the way he was asking you questions and really listening you don’t think he was just making stupid small talk. With the coffees finished Wooyoung takes your empty mug from you and places it in the sink.

“I’ll wash those you go on and head back.” You say moving towards the sink and grabbing the small sponge from the side.

“No, no, I made the coffee so I’ll do them, don’t worry about it.” Wooyoung argued back taking the sponge from you.

“No, it’s the least I can...”

“Y/n.” He cut you off, giving you the warning look you grew to know, the exact look that told you you’d already lost the argument.

“Okay, thank you for the coffee.” You smile, placing your hand on his arm gently as a kind gesture before walking off. Little did you know the small touch drove him insane. What happened between the two of you the last time you worked together was still crystal clear in his mind and he’d hate to admit how often he thought about it. He was so close to finally having what he’s been after since that night at the bar, if only Amber didn’t go and fuck it up he wouldn’t be having sleepless nights finishing the scenario in his head as he lay in bed.

Getting back to the office you felt more awake and more with it now that you had some caffeine in your system. Wooyoung soon steps into the office behind you. While you go back to your seat and pick up another pile of paper your eyes fix themselves on Wooyoung who was now making his way to a cabinet along the back wall. You try to shift your attention back to your work, wanting to get it done as soon as possible so you could go home, but the sound of glasses clinking caught your attention again.

“Drink?” Wooyoung asks, holding up a whiskey decanter.

“Should we be drinking in work?” You tease, raising an eyebrow at him before getting to your feet to join him at his desk.

“Well we’re the only ones here, it’s after hours and, oh wait, I’m the boss.” He quips back with a playful smile, pouring himself a glass and once again holds up the empty one. “So drink?”

“Go on then.” A proud smile crept onto his face as he poured your glass and carefully slid it over to you just like he did with your coffee. He held up his glass to you in a cheers before you both took a sip, your face contorting slightly from the slight burn of the alcohol doing down your throat and Wooyoung starts to chuckle.

“What?”

“Funny this...It’s like we’re back at the club again the day we met, me getting you a drink and all.” You can’t help but chuckle along with him as you remember the night.

“Yeah just this time you’re not hitting on me.” You joke to which he doesn’t give a reply, just a smirk and a raise of an eyebrow.

You never thought you’d be so thankful to have a glass of whiskey, while you sat on the couch getting work done you kept feeling the slight chill that was filling the office, the cold night air causing a chilly draft that made goose bumps erupt all over your body, but the occasional sip of your drink helped you to warm back up a little and there seemed to be a steady flow of it as every time Wooyoung noticed you had a mouth full left he’d top it up for you and then his own while he was at it.

After a while the alcohol started to set in, you weren’t to the point you were drunk but you could feel a slight buzz and you could tell Wooyoung was the same. The atmosphere was a lot more relaxed and it didn’t feel like you were in work anymore especially now with how comfortable the both of you were getting on the couch. Both your shoes were kicked off and put to the side of the couch, you’d pulled your hair out from it’s tight ponytail and raked your fingers through it to make it look a little less wild, which didn’t go amiss by Wooyoung who’d watched you intently from the corner of his eye. He didn’t know if you were intentionally teasing him or not, you seemed oblivious but the way you fluffed up your hair a bit more than usual and the way you pulled all your hair to one side showcasing your neck to him he couldn’t help but get a little hot under the collar, so he got back at you.

Your attention shifts to Wooyoung who stood from his spot next to you and you watched as he shrugged off his jacket and rolled his sleeves up to the elbow, the veins in his arms were so prominent making you swallow hard as your eyes raked over every inch of them. Wooyoung did well in hiding his smirk, he noticed the way you were looking at him and he felt like he had you right int he palm of his hand, so he went further, hooking one finger into his tie to slowly loosen it before pulling it from his neck completely and tossing it onto his desk along with his jacket.

The warmth that hit you was now more than what the alcohol had provided you and the majority of the warmth seemed to be pooling at your core all while the memories of the day Amber caught you came flooding back. As Wooyoung sat next to you again you realised he’d undone the first two buttons of his shirt, giving you the smallest glimpse of his chest, you knew what he was playing at and like hell were you giving him what he wanted without having a little fun yourself. You stretch in your seat, holding your hands above your head and arching your back while one leg straightens out in front of you and you succeed in catching his attention, his eyes trying not to look at how your shirt had rode up and desperately trying not to look at your stocking clad legs. The look you gave him was innocent but he could see the underlining of it, and it was far from innocent. Sitting back up straight you lifted one leg to cross over the other, intentionally ignoring how your skirt rode up with the movement, revealing to Wooyoung the lace top to your stockings. That was his breaking point.

Throwing his papers onto the coffee table Wooyoung turns to face you fully, watching how your wide eyes look at him a little confused by his sudden actions.

“Are you trying to drive me insane?” He asks in a low whisper, his face inching closer to yours. You could feel a small blush rush to your cheeks but you did well to conceal it, playing along with him.

“I don’t know what you mean.” You answer with a coy smile and an innocent tone, turning to face him, bringing your legs up onto the couch with you as you watch how his eyes fixate on how your skirt rides up even more.

“You’re doing it again.”

“What?” You ask leaning forward, your hands brushing down your calves to settle at your ankles and your chest pushed into your knees.

“Driving me insane.”

There's a shining in his eyes as they struggle to steer away from the perfect view that you're giving him. His lip gets caught between his teeth and a low growl leaves his lips.

"What's the matter? What's distracting you from your work?" You continue to play on the innocence, fluttering your eyelashes at him, accentuating the doe eyes.

Without answering you, a hand cups your face, thumb on your bottom lip as he drags it down, watching it bounce back into place. This makes you stiffen up, but what else did you expect? You're the one teasing him in the first place but nothing could prepare you for what he's going to do next.

His lips replace where his thumb was, leading on a passion filled kiss which you melt into in an instant, hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt whilst his hands are busy grabbing at your sides until they reach your ass. He gives it firm grab before pulling you a bit closer to him to the point you were almost laying flat.

Laying you down onto your back on the couch, he hovers over you with the widest smirk on his lips. That smirk that's probably the pin point of all of your troubles. When you met him at the bar, you'd never thought you'd be under him like this, his lips gently pressing against your neck, planting soft kisses, occasional bites and kitten licks to soothe it, your quiet whines egging him on even more.

Slowly, he moves down your torso, hands under your shirt on your warm skin. His hands cold, enough to make the hairs on your arms stand up as your breath hitches. The more he kisses down your torso, the more your heart is racing out of your chest.

"Wooyoung-" Your breath hitches, the sensation of his lips making contact to the bare skin of your stomach sending butterflies flying mad inside.

"What's the matter, doll?" A fake coo comes from him, looking up with a fake apologetic look.

Making eye contact with him, you lose all morals, you need him and need him here and now. A free hand makes it's way onto the back of his head, fingers tangling in his beautiful locks as you're rendered speechless.

"Can I continue?" He smirks, scoffing lightly when you nod in desperation and his fingers trail down the skin of your stomach to the waist band of your skirt, down the seams and to the hem, pulling it up to expose your black lace panties.

Grunting in lustful admiration at the sight, he kisses the flesh on the inside of your thigh on both sides, alternating after each peck he places. Eventually, his hot breath could be felt through your underwear, making you squirm at the feeling.

Licking up the front of your covered core, you whimper at the slightly contact, his tongue pressing hard against it until it flicks up and off, just to see your reaction. That's when he can barely hold back himself.

"Let's get rid of these, shall we?" He asks, but more as a direction of what he's going to do, slowly pulling down the fabric down your legs, letting you kick them off to the floor.

His eyes didn’t leave your core for a second, a low groan leaving him as he sees the slight sheen from your arousal. His hands massage along the side of your thighs as he lowers himself back down, his warm breath ghosting across your core sending a chill up your spine. He wants to tease you, have you begging for him but the sight of you sprawled out on the couch like this, all for him, has driven him past the point of insanity.

The insanity gets the better of him, looking up at your pleading eyes once more and finally makes the move. His tongue slips up your core again, earning a much more vocal whimper from you, flicking at your clit, Wooyoung repeating it, just to get a taste at first but nothing can hold him back now.

With your fingers going back to being tangled in his hair, you start to tighten your grip with every move his tongue makes, losing all bodily function when his lips purse around your clit and sucks on it lightly, making your back arch.

"Fuck-" You cry out with a high pitched moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head, even more so when he introduces a finger, toying at your entrance, covering it in your slick before inserting it. He curls it upwards just where you needed to be, thumb replacing his lips and rubs your clit to catch a breath, taking a moment to capture the picture of your perfect face as you moan over his fingers. He seizes this opportunity to capture your lips with his once again, letting his tongue slip into your mouth letting you taste yourself eliciting a muffled moan from you again.

“So sweet.” He breathes out looking over your already fucked out face before going back to eating you out like he was a starved man. Replacing his thumb with his mouth, Wooyoung alternates between harsh sucks to small kitten licks on your clit making your walls clench slightly around his finger. Your breathless moans soon turned into a gasp when you felt him slide another finger inside you, scissoring you open and hitting all the right spots, sending shocks of electricity through your nerves. You could feel him smirk against you as your hips started to move on their own and your moans got increasingly louder the closer to the edge you got.

“Fuck...Wooyoung...I...” It took everything in you to try and string together even a basic sentence, your mind rendered to mush and the only thing going on up there was the pure pleasure Wooyoung was giving you with just his hands and mouth.

“Go on doll, cum for me, show me how good I’m making you feel.” He punctuated his sentence with a harsh thrust of his fingers straight to your sweet spot followed by a small nip to your clit. If there was any breath left in your lungs you’d have screamed from how good it all felt and the knot in your stomach was ready to snap at any moment. It didn’t take much longer for you to break, his name spilling from your mouth slowly turning into a moan as you came on his fingers and tongue. Wooyoung lapped up every last drop of you, helping you ride out your orgasm, his fingers slowing down before coming to a full stop and pulling out from you.

“Taste.” He said with a smirk, slipping his fingers into your mouth so you can taste yourself again. The sight of you sucking on his fingers and the feeling of your tongue wrapping around them made his cock twitch in his now unbelievably tight trousers. You moaned around his fingers as you sucked them clean, the need for more quickly taking over you.

After your senses fully came back around you managed to lift yourself to sit up, pushing Wooyoung against the back of the couch before straddling his lap. Your lips find purchase on his neck, the way he drops his head back gave you more access and the temptation to cover his neck with marks was crushing you. You lightly nip at the sensitive skin, feeling how he tenses underneath you. You pull away for a second sensing you might have crossed a line.

“I didn’t tell you to stop. Mark me all you want.” Wooyoung whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as you attached your lips to his neck again, biting and sucking it leaving behind a pretty purple blotch. With a slight roll of your hips you could feel how worked up he’d gotten and you only felt it fair to return the favour.

“Where are you going?” He asked wide eyed watching as you got to your feet. You didn’t answer his question, only giving him a knowing smirk before dropping to your knees between his legs. Your hands slowly teasing their way up his thighs until they reach the top of his trousers. Looking up your met with the sight of his chest rising and falling as he pants, his eyes burning into your own as you maintain eye contact with him while popping open the button of his trousers.

Your pace was too slow for his liking, desperation was starting to set in and he needed to be touched, he didn’t care how all he knew was he needed you on him now. Lifting his hips he helped you lower his trousers and boxers, his cock springing free already leaking precum making your mouth water just from the sight. You could feel him twitch from the sensitivity despite your fingertips merely ghosting along his shaft, you couldn’t help but wonder how he’d react when you wrap your lips around him if he’s already so responsive.

Taking his cock in your hand properly you give him a few pumps before leaning down, sticking your tongue out to lap at the beads of precum. Wooyoung’s breath became shaky, his brows furrowed and his hand gripped the back of the couch tightly needing something to ground himself. His reactions spurred you on, you were getting to him in all the ways you wanted to.

You lick a long stripe along the prominent vein and feel how his whole body shudders. You don’t take your eyes of him when you slowly start to take him in your mouth, a smirk growing as best it could on your face when you watch how his head fell back against the couch and a breathy groan flowed from his lips. You work him slowly, bobbing your head sinking a little further each time and your tongue swirling along his tip every time you came back up.

“Ah shit.” Wooyoung hisses through his teeth and managing to lift his head back up to be able to look at how you’re taking him. The sight alone was enough to almost send him over the edge, your dishevelled hair hanging in your face ruined his view though. Reaching his hand out Wooyoung swept your hair to one side before gripping it in his hand holding it out of your face to reveal just what he wanted to see, your doe eyes looking up at him as you take him all in, drool slightly running down your chin while you bob your head faster. Sloppy...just how he liked it.

“Fuck...Wait.” His fingers wrap tightly around your hair before pulling you off him, the slight sting in your scalp making you whimper.

“I’m not done with you yet.” Wooyoung pants out getting to his feet and bringing you with him by your hair. He’s quick to fully remove the clothing on his lower half while your fingers fumble at the buttons on his shirt and he quickly makes work of tugging your skirt and panties down to join his clothes in a pile on the floor. He pulls you in close to him by your hips before leaning down a little, gripping the back of your thighs sweeping your legs up to wrap around his waist.

You let out a small “oomph” when your back makes contact with a wall. Your lips find their place at Wooyoung’s neck again and your hands weave their way through his black hair, tugging at the strands making him groan. You were so lost in making your mark on him that you didn’t notice the small movements he made as he lined himself up with your core until he finally thrust into you.

“Fuck!” You moan, the sudden feeling of being filled taking your breath away. Wooyoung’s hands held the back of your thighs in a vice grip sure to leave finger marks behind, perfect for you to look at and remember this moment. His thrusts were fast and somehow he found your sweet spot with ease, like he already knew your body like the back of his hand. The searing pleasure you were feeling was so good it made your toes curl and your nails dig into the flesh of his shoulders.

“Feels so good...You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.” Wooyoung groans in your ear, nibbling at the lobe. Your mind is too hazed to form a response, all that came out of your mouth were lough shaky moans. You could feel the knot building in your stomach again and with this position and his pace you knew you weren’t going to last much longer. Wooyoung can’t help but smirk against your neck as he feels you tighten around him, freeing one of his hands to rub small circles on your clit.

“Are you close for me? Are you going to cum for me again?” He whispers in a teasing tone. You can only nod as your grip on his hair tightens pulling him away from your neck to mould your lips together again, his kiss swallowing every moan you give him. The combination of Wooyoung’s fingers on your clit and hit cock hitting your sweet spot had you crumbling in moments, your whole body tensing and pulling him closer to you as he rode out your orgasm. Your walls clenching around his already sensitive cock had him hurtling closer to his own orgasm.

“Since you got here...fuck...all I’ve wanted to do is bend you over my desk.”

“Do it then.” You finally manage to say, earning you a smirk from Wooyoung. Your back leaves the wall and you’re being carried over to his desk and you whine when he slips himself out from you to set you on the floor.

“Don’t be like that doll, now bend over the desk for me.” You do as you’re told in an instant, wiggling your ass a little as you wait for him. You’re pleased to hear low sigh he gives out as his hands smooth over the plush skin of your ass, his fingers digging in as he gips it. You lurch forward on the desk as he starts to thrust into you again, his speed piking up more than earlier as he tried to chase his own high. It doesn’t take him long, the sight of your ass bouncing with every thrust and your moans filling the room has him teetering on the edge.

“Ah fuck!” He growls, pulling out from you to spill his cum onto your ass. His low moans are music to your ears making you clench around nothing as you fee his hot ropes of cum coat your skin. Getting his breath back, Wooyoung takes a moment to admire the sight of you bent over his desk covered in his cum.

“I could get used to this.” He thinks to himself before walking over to grab his boxers, sliding them back on.

“Stay there for a second.” He tells you, running a hand along your back before going over to a draw in his desk, pulling out a handful of tissues to help clean you up. once you were cleaned up Wooyoung gathers your clothes and hands them over to you, letting you get yourself dressed as he fixes himself back up.

“So, do you do this to all new female staff or am I just lucky?” You joke with a small giggle.

“Do you fuck all your bosses or am I just lucky?” He quips back casually avoiding your question making you laugh again as you gathered how this must look to him.

“Well I guess now Amber really does have a bit of truth to her bullshit.” Wooyoung laughs at you with a slight roll of his eyes at your comment but he can’t deny the fact that you’re right.

“Well I guess it’s safe to say we’re not going to get anymore work done tonight after that.” He states as you both look over to the scattered pile of abandoned papers.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“I’ll call us a cab, I would drive you home but we’ve both had a drink.” You nod at his offer and thank him.

After a while the cab turns up and you look over to Wooyoung confused as to where there was only one.

“Come on, lets get you home first.”

“But you live in the opposite direction to me, you don't need to come with me I’ll grab my own cab it’s okay.” You argue slightly waving your hands at him.

“I only called one for a reason, I’ll make sure you get home safe and then I’ll be on my way so get in.” You nod thanking him again and slide into the back seat first. You try to hide the small smile that’s taking over your face. First you get fucked by your hot boss in his office and now he’s being a gentleman and taking you home, it filled your gut with butterflies but you knew you were thinking too much into it.

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A Soft Place to Land

In the Dawn of Redemption: Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3

Summary: I'm tricking myself into a commitment here. Sebastian/Ominis/MC are traveling up the mountain to determine the source of whatever crashed there earlier that morning...as well as to see if the object they seek is in the same place. But is the ancient magic lying within that mountain going to make it easy for them? NO. Will this mini fic have a plethora of adventure angst tropes? YES. Unapologetically, so. Plus I selfishly want to bring more of Theo’s background up to the forefront in this sp00ky adventure. *insert evil genius laughter here & hold on to your butts*

Word Count: 1.4k (little longer, serry)

A Soft Place to Land

The sun may as well have not risen once the three of them had set out towards the western mountain. The terrain quickly shifted from the green meadow of the valley to the rugged outcropping and rocky terrain, forming amidst the tree roots and leaf litter the further up they went.

It had to be well into the morning by that point, but you couldn't tell. Whether from the black clouds that had continued to roll off of the top of the mountain, or the density of the fog that only increased the further up they got. Theo felt as if she was all but stuck in the twilight herself. She could scarcely recognize further than a few mere paces ahead of them.

She sucked in her breath, turning to Sebastian who matched her expression with a terse purse of his mouth, his eyes already shadowed by his pulled up hood. He didn’t like this any better than she did.

“This fog is going to hinder our visibility. We may need to double back and try again when it clears…otherwise how are we going to be able to find where that thing landed?” Sebastian’s mind was already trying to stay one step ahead, calculating plan b, c, and d.

Ominis just looked perplexed. The fog made no difference to him, as indicated by the red pulse of his sentient wand, now looking more like a warning alarm in the fog than anything else… and yet he looked towards Theo as if ready to keep going, or turn around on her cue.

She took a deep breath, trying to sound as assured as possible. “We’re going in the right direction… I can feel it. The magic. It … feels similar to ancient magic but…something about it is different.”

Ominis’ attention lingered on her a few more moments before giving her a nod in agreement. Sebastian, however, was not so easily convinced.

“So you can…what? Sense all types of magic now? What do you mean you can feel it? Is that why you’ve been so oddly quiet this whole trek?” His accusing tone was not missed as his eyes continued to roam over her, calculating. They did not keep secrets from each other.

“I - well. Maybe?? I wasn’t sure what it was I was feeling at first. But, yes. It’s …almost like a thrumming. It’s been getting stronger the closer we get to the northern pass. If we take that up, I think we’ll find it. There’s a cave system that’s not far off the main trail we’ve already been considering for days. It can’t be a coincidence.”

Sebastian’s mouth pursed as his mind processed her words, brows scrunching in worry at her lack of admission. “Theo, you need to tell us those things-“

“Yes! Yes, of course. Follow the whatever the scary, ominous mysterious thing is. Go exactly where we shouldn’t. Do it with barely a shred of information… I thought we decided that was the plan already? It’s always the plan you two come up with..” Ominis muttered dryly, cutting Sebastian off to slice the tension, and reclaiming Theo’s own statement from earlier this morning. Regardless, she shot him a rueful laugh in thanks.

Sebastian sighed, relenting whatever protest had been brewing on his tongue, diverting his attention back to Ominis instead, sarcasm edging back into his tone. “I knew you’d come around to our way of doing things, eventually….”

Ominis snorted, “I don’t think either of you ever give me much of a choice…”

But Theo’s attention was already drifting past their small bits of bickering.

There was another noise that had been in the background the entire time that she hadn’t exactly offered up as information. She thought she had been making it up at first….and yet… it was more definitive now. Her attention turned to the thicket of tree’s to her right, where a soft melody drifted through the dense forrest. As the boys argued over their next plan of action, her body turned towards the direction of the sound.

The thicket gave way to a denser part of the forest, the fog and canopy overhead increasing in density as she wafted in between the tree’s. The sound became easier and easier to hear the further she went…because the further and further she went the noise of the forrest had become more silent. Birds had stopped, crickets were quiet. Even Sebastian and Ominis were too far to be heard.

It was a song. And it was a child’s voice singing it.

“Hello? Is anyone out there?” Theo’s desperate voice called out into the hazy dew. If it was a child…she had to make sure they were safe.

Suddenly, a flash of red flitted in the corner of her eye, the song crescendoing as the figure sprinted past her.

“Hey- come back! You can’t be out here!” Theo immediately sprinted after the form, knowing that with whatever lurked in these woods this child had to get home as soon as possible. The song continued to waft through the woods, as she ran faster, her brow furrowed. The sense of familiarity increased, which only had her pace increasing.

The next thing she knew, the fog had become so dense around her it was as if she had been trapped in a cloud. Just her, and this child in front of her. Finally, the child had stopped just ahead. She saw that the red was hair, long and curly. A girl. And a realization hit her…the song had been a song her mother had sang to her when …she had been alive. It had been buried so deep in her memory.

Theo stopped running as the child did, walking up to her in cautious curiosity. That song had been a folk song in her village, but how did this little girl know it all the way down here, so far from Horncastle? Theo inched closer to the girl, holding a hand out as if to usher her towards her.

“Hi there…are you okay? What are you doing all the way out there?” Her words softly drifted out as she continued her slow approach to not startle her. The words that responded to her were low, and ice-not childlike at all.

“It’s all your fault. Your parents. You killed them didn’t you?”

Theo froze in her tracks. Her muscles constricting. Air becoming harder to inhale at the words that she had held in her own heart in guilt all these years.

“What….did you say?” She must have misheard the girl it couldn’t possibly…

Suddenly, before her, the small child turned around. It was her own face. Theo’s face. From the age she was her parents had died.

Before Theo knew what to do with that, before the scream could claw it’s way out of her lungs, the child disappeared and Theo felt the earth beneath her crumble.

The scream came then. As she fell herself pitching forward into empty air.

Screaming, she was falling and then — and then a sudden stop.

Arms were wrapped around her waist, stealing her air at the force of them as they tugged her backwards into a broad chest, another arm immediately coming around her to press her shaking body into him as they tumbled back into solid ground.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you, I’ve got you…..”

She cried out, shaking, looking up through tears to see Ominis - his face paler than usual as he gripped on to her for dear life, and the fog now lifting slightly to show there was no girl...

...... and Theo had nearly walked herself off the edge of a cliff.

“The - the little girl. She was right there! A moment ago - she..she..” Theo fought to catch her breath, stumbling over her words.

Ominis simply pressed her tighter.

“She wasn’t real Theo. I’m real. You’re real. You’re with me now. It's okay.”

His words and his body were the only solid things she could hold on to as the nearness of her demise hit her.

“It all felt so real…” She groaned weakly, shuddering into him as moments later Sebastian came crashing into view, the fog suddenly dissipating completely as he took in the scene, the nearness of Theo to the cliff…the broken rocks.

He barreled forward and she momentarily left Ominis’ arms to crash into his embrace.

“Theo - what were you doing? You can’t go running off like that - you silly, silly girl.” His words rushed over her as they were spoken into her hair. And...also just another reminder how quickly she could have gone over the edge and all of this would have been over.

Suddenly she pulled away to look at him and Ominis, “I thought…I heard singing. You didn't hear it? I didn’t think it was that far - how did you…how did you find me?”

Ominis waved his wand in the air again. “Guess it doesn’t always hurt to be blind as a bat if everyone else is anyway. My wand’s sentience. I was able to use it to follow your path through the woods…but if it had been one second later…..” He trailed off, his grip tightening.

“Sebastian’s right. Don’t do that again. We need to stay together…especially as it’s now clear that we are not the only one’s out here.”

#hogwarts legacy #shadow trio #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #mc #theo #fanfic #fanfiction #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #Spotify

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scribble-dribble-writes · 2 years

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Golden

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Pairing: Obi wan x reader

Contents: Obi wan loses his mullet 😏

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2000

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It was a sunny day in Coruscant and one without any war troubles. So you could say that it was an ideal day to take a day off and relax in an open balcony with a cold drink. Which was precisely what you were doing. You were lounging on your sunbed with a fresh batch of refreshments that your droid off loaded onto the nearby table, every sip of sweet, tart and citrus tanginess perfectly tied everything together. But it only seemed to last so long before the sound of bickering came from your hallway. Your protocol droid in a heated argument with how the unexpected guests had barged in. “Its obvious you have to retire it. You’ve had it for a long time, now it’s my turn.”, Anakin was voicing his opinion. “We both can have the same hairstyle, it took me a while to grow it out.”, you instantly knew the other.

You slide down your coolers to look back at your arriving guests. Clad in a crop top and a pair of shorts you were dressed to match the summer feeling. “There she is. We’ve been searching for you everywhere.”, Anakin sounded annoyed and you hide behind the latest issue of Coruscant times. Today was supposed to be only for you. “I’m sure it wasn’t anything important.”, you respond nonchalantly. “Important? It’s an emergency.”, Obi wan juts in and you fold the corner of your magazine to look at him but he seemed to be preoccupied with looking at your exposed legs. “Emergency?”, you glanced between both of them. They seemed to be in clean clothes and in one piece, so what could this emergency be about?

“I want to have a cool mullet, I’ve been sick of that Padawan braid. Now he insists that he won’t give it up.”, Anakin spoke heatedly. “Can’t you both sport the same look? You are like brothers aren’t you?”, you smirk and see the visible frustration on his face while the other seemed to be in support of your reason. “Exactly what I told him.”, Obi wan chimed and it only pushed Anakin further into a frenzy. “Do you know what’s more embarrassing than having to have the same hairstyle as your Master? Nothing. He needs to give it up.”, He spoke with his hands, it was clear he was upset. You heave a sigh. “Now why am I involved in this?”, you raise your question and Obi wan fiddled with his fingers. “You need to convince him. He values your opinion of him highly. Only you can sway him on this matter.”, Anakin rambled and you hum.

“Obi wan, you can pull off any look, let your Padawan have the hair of his dreams. Now I’ve got much more important things to get to.”, you turn your attention to your magazine again.

“Great, then I’ll leave him with you.”, Anakin turns to leave. “Leave. Him. With. Me?”, you close your magazine, giving them your full attention. “He doesn’t want the droids to cut his hair. He doesn’t trust me with them either. He said if he were to go through with it, it would have to be you.”, Anakin explains but you turn your attention to the smug looking Jedi who stood next to him. “Now get to it before he changes his mind.”, Anakin says before storming off.

You stand in a tension filled silence. “You just wanted to spoil my day, didn’t you?”, you ask him sucking on your teeth. “Maybe.”, he smiles and you couldn’t help but smile as well. “Can’t you go to the hairdresser?”, you fold your arms. He shakes his head. “Where’s the fun in that? I won’t get to pester you.”, he hides his smile by turning away. “Go wet your hair, I’ll get the scissors.”, you chuckle as you get up to retrieve the things you’ll need while he headed to your bathroom.

You were back in the balcony sitting on the floor in the shade, with all your supplies next to you, only that you were missing your client. The bathroom door opened and you turned to see him, “What took you so long – but you forgot the rest of your question. His blonde hair now a dark hazy brown dripping wet, he walked out shirtless with only his pants on. “Sorry, I turned on the wrong faucet.”, he stated while you were distracted by his muscles, well defined gleaming with moist skin. You looked away, your cheeks growing warm not because they were exposed to the sun. He pushed back his wet strands dropping his robes on a chair as he headed to the balcony. Suddenly this didn’t seem like a good idea. You’d have to get close to him while he was in that state.

So you try composing yourself. He took a seat on the warm terracotta tiles in front of you. “I said wet them, not drench them.”, you throw a towel over his head to dry his hair a bit. He leaned back till his head rested on your shoulder, half his face hidden under the towel with only his lips exposed. “I’m beginning to enjoy this.”, he said and you pushed him away, as he laughed from under the fabric pulling it away.

“Now what do you have in mind?”, You asked and he stroked his beard, his chiseled back exposed to you, making your finger itch to write your name between his shoulders. This is why you actively chose to stay away from him and yet here he was, somehow making your day in the sun better with his presence. “I trust you will do a good job.”, he replied and you brought out your magazine. “Alright then help me envision it.”, you sit side by side with him, opening the book to show various models. “Hmm.”, his ocean eyes scanned the images before turning to you. “Which look do you like?”, he questioned turning to you, your arm brushing against his. “This one.”, you pointed at a guy who had long hair in the front which then got shorter in the back. “Alright then that one.”, he shrugged his shoulders.

“Are you ready?”, you asked to which he nodded. Placing your hands on either side of his cheek to stabilize his head, you brought out the scissors. You grab a bunch of his hair between your fingers. The golden strands gleaming under the sunlight, soft like silk to the touch. You hesitated. “Just do it.”, he replied sensing your thoughts, his hands balled into fists. The things he had to do to satisfy his Padawan. But he trusted you, with his life and his hair.

You cut and watch as the strands fall to the ground. This man’s hair was made of glitter, the cut pieces of hair catching the light as they fell. Golden. There was no turning back now. You cut the excess hair in the back and level it out. Then you work through the sections you had parted before. He sat still, almost like he was meditating. But he was trying to stay calm. He only felt your touch, your fingers in his hair, your arm grazing his and your exposed belly resting on his lower back every time you leaned in.

You worked the sides, ruffling his hair to see how they fell. Now you only had to finish the front. So you moved to sit in front of him. You level his head to look at you and you catch a glimpse of his eyes. Golden and blue, your favorite combination. You had forgotten that your hands rested on the sides of his face. His eyelashes curling at the ends. He was breathtaking. You clear your throat and look away.

He folded his arms out of fear that he might lose control, that no matter the years of Jedi training, around you he seemed to forget all of it. The sun giving you a warm glow, your dark hair turning chocolate brown, the curves of your waist begging him to reach out and your legs so long they could wrap around him. He looked into your eyes, he had to focus but even there, it was those dark pools that made him want to get lost further.

You measure the length of his bangs, to the start of his eyes and cut them, dusting off the hair that fell over his nose. As you brushed over his cheeks with your pinky finger, you took notice of his faint freckles that were beginning to appear because of his time in the sun. You had to remind yourself of the task at hand. You ruffle his hair once again and feel satisfied with your work. “I’m afraid you’re Padawan is going to be disappointed.”, he looked up at you, confused. “How so?”, he asked. “You look absolutely dashing.”, you say as you push his bangs into place. “All your handiwork.”, he gets up, dusting of his shoulder, and you wanted to tattoo the shape of your lips over his collar bone.

A feeling gripped your heart, you didn’t want him to leave, you didn’t want anyone else to see him yet. In this second, he was only yours to marvel. You pushed him towards the bathroom mirror, your palms resting over his soft skin. His eyes widened in surprise. “Wow.”, he whispered. “You like it?”, you ask nervous. “Yes.”, he turned to you his gaze falling to your lips. You walk away to the hall. “Now go, share your beauty with the world.”, you said dramatically flailing your arms but he caught your wrist. “They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. So I can’t share it with anyone else but you.”, he was following his thoughts, all of them were about you.

He pulled you in and you wrapped your hands around his neck, your fingers fiddling with the short hair near the end of his neck. “Thank you.”, he said his hands resting on your waist. “Now where’s my payment?”, you ask your mouth tipping up in a smirk. “What forms of credit do you accept?”, he asks leaning close. “Republic credits usually but in this case, only kisses I’m afraid.”, you answer and he laughs closing the gap. Soft at first but then it deepened, he held a hidden passion beneath all that, his hair falling forward and touching your forehead. His breath short and warm against your face. His hands dropping low as he pulled you up, getting you to wrap your legs around his waist. “Anakin will be here any minute.”, you speak in between his kisses. “He sneaks around often. Now it’s my turn.”, he replies kissing your cheek, your hands holding his face when you both hear a knock on the door. You kiss his forehead. “That must be him.”, You laugh as he puts you down gently. “I need to teach him a thing or two about timing.”, He sighed as you dropped his robes into his hands. “I’ll answer the door, you get changed.”, you instruct him.

You let Anakin in and Obi wan joins you both in the hall. “Not bad.”, he smiles as he sees his Master. “You were right to trust her.”, Anakin folds his arms. “You’re going to be famous among the ladies.”, he snickered and it pricked you. Obi wan was never yours, so you weren't supposed to feel this way and yet you did. You put away the scissors and look up to see his gaze already focused on you. “Well they’re going to be let down.”, he shuffled his feet and Anakin donned a confused expression. “Why?”, he asked. “Like any work of art my allegiance lies only with my artist.”, his eyes found yours before turning their attention to his Padawan, so that he didn’t give anything away. “Some times Obi wan I don’t understand what you say.”, Anakin huffed. “Its all for the best.”, Obi wan clasped Anakin’s shoulder.

You held the door open and Anakin marched ahead, Obi wan was on his way of following him out when he stopped to see you. His arm curling around your waist to pull you closer. He caught your lips with his as a way to say goodbye, hidden behind the door. “Are you coming, Obi wan?”, Anakin rushed him. You heard him huff in annoyance. “I’m going to teach him a lesson this very second.”, he straightened and walked out but his finger traced across the width of your waist as his hand retreated with him as you closed the door with a soft click.

#obi wan kenobi #ewan mcgregor #obi wan my beloved #general kenobi #master kenobi #kenobi series #kenobi tv #obi wan imagine #obi wan x reader #obiwan x fluff #obi wan fanfiction #obi wan x you #obi wan x y/n

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hollandsangel · 2 years

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Friends to lovers blurb with Tom. And he finally asks you out, with this prompt:

“Damn...did you practice that line or did it just come out naturally?”

i had some fun with this! thanks for the req cec :)

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“harrison,” tom starts, voice stern, hand gesturing firmly between their two bodies, “this is the worst idea you've ever had,” he’s sincere in his claim, but harrison just rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest.

“or,” haz ventures, “you’re just a bloody wimp.”

“i could pummel you right now,” tom groans, dragging his hands along his face.

“you know i’m right though. c’mon mate, it’s been years, it’s getting a little sad.” harrison leans forward slightly, gripping his friend's shoulders, “i promise you it isn’t going to be as bad as you think.”

tom removes his hands from his face, and they fall limply to his sides, “easy for you to say,” he grumbles. harrison just gives his shoulders another firm squeeze and mutters a small ‘go on, mate’ to tom’s reluctant figure. eventually, he heaves in a deep breath and lets himself sag in the exhale, “alright, fine, fine, yes, i’ll do it.”

“yes! alright, this is fantastic, good luck!” with a pat on the back, he sends tom in your direction.

you’re perched on the sofa with your laptop, flicking through some photos with harry when tom comes in, clearing his throat loudly. "hey, t, harry finished the edits, do you wanna see?” you ask, looking up at the seemingly nervous tension in his muscles.

“uh, yeah, i’d love to but, could i…talk to you for a second?” his eyes flash over to harry, who seems to receive a message that you don’t pick up on, as he rises from the sofa and flashes a grin before retreating up to his room.

your brows pull into a confused furrow as harry wanders off as you answer tom, “yeah, of course, is everything okay?” tom sits next to you, and you turn to face him with one leg tucked under you, “you look nervous.”

the brunette nods, curls bopping against the sides of his face with the movement. he decides to jump right into it, with no hesitation, no time to wind himself up anymore. “yeah i just, i was wondering if maybe you’d wanna go out? just the two of us?”

relief floods you, manifesting into the release of a small, huffed laugh, “yeah, yeah, of course, is that all?”

tom’s head snaps up, his expression twisted into perplexity, “wait, really?”

you nod, shrugging your arms as if the answer should be obvious, “well yeah, we’ve gone out a million times before, you had me really worried, thinking something horrible had happened.” you chuckle, turning back to your computer.

tom reaches for your wrist to pull you away from the keyboard, “no, no i mean like a date.” he mutters sheepishly, fingers curling around your wrist, aching to twine with yours.

“a date?” you look amused, and tom knows you aren’t taking him seriously. it’s a blow to his confidence. “c’mon tom, that’s funny.” you shake your head, a pleased smile on your face.

“i’m not joking y/n, i–i really want to take you out.” he sucks in a long breath, and you’re really looking at him now, seeing him. “i’ve always seen you as more than just a friend,” his head dips down sheepishly, “i care for you, more than anyone else.” he’s so earnest in his admission that your heart clenches, especially because you cannot fathom any of it being true.

you slap on a smile, trying to hide the angst swelling in your chest, “did you rehearse that or did you just think of it on the spot?”

“i’m sorry?” tom lifts his head again, arching his neck forward as if that would help him understand.

“this a bet right? like this isn’t real? very funny, holland.” you shake your head, trying to shake away your emotions as well.

“no??” he drops your hand, “i–i’m being serious, y/n.”

you nod, keeping your gaze away from him, "right, so haz didn’t put you up to this? that isn’t what you two were plotting in the kitchen?” you try your hardest to make your tone easy, light, inconspicuous.

from the corner of your eye though, you see him reach up to scratch the back of his neck, bicep flexing as he digs his fingers into his curls, “well, it was…but not because it was a bet. i really mean it, he was trying to convince me to stop being such a pussy.”

your fingers halt over the keyboard and slowly, you turn back to him. “so this isn’t a joke? you really wanna go out?” the look in your eyes is that of relief, joy, longing.

tom softens and shakes his head, “no love, s’ not a joke.”

#tsh #tom holland #tom holland blurb #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfiction #requests

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quillquiver · 4 years

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we’ve been talking about pet names and i don’t think we should stop because like yes okay sweetheart and hon and babe are all great and i love them and 100% i melt at the mere thought of dean referring to castiel as any of these but have we considered the option of like... absolutely nothing changing. nothing at all.

dean shoves into cas’s side of the diner booth with c’mon dude scootch, one hand reaching for the menu while the other finds cas’s under the table.

on hunts, dean continues to refer to cas as buddy and pal. this is incredibly confusing for their marks, who have by now heard either heard through the grapevine that dean winchester and the ex-angel are dating, or simply have never heard buddy and pal infused with such an insane amount of gay tension.

cas will sleep in ‘til noon if left unchecked, so dean wakes him with a mug of coffee on the bedside table and a line of tender, wet, sucking kisses down his bare back: hey, asshole, c’mon.

dumbass (affectionate). literally any time sam hears this, he immediately clears his throat before dean can get to the ‘manly shoving as foreplay’ portion of the deancas mating ritual.

cas fiddles with the radio and wap blasts out of baby’s speakers. dean glares until he’s forced to concede defeat, rolling his eyes and muttering you’re killin’ me, sunshine even as he turns it up.

and, finally, sweetheart, pressed to cas’s skin through half-kisses in the small hours, when dean plays with their fingers and buries his face in the juncture of cas’s neck.

#dean winchester #destiel #fluff #pet names #i dunno i just love the idea of nothing really changing #except sweetheart #adventures in fanfic

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jaehyunnie77 · 3 years

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hey babess i love your writing! can i request a jaehyun x ceo! y/n fic? (fluff + smut) something along the lines of jaehyun being the only one who can turn boss babe y/n soft & submissive?

Pairing: assistant!jaehyun x female!ceo

Genre: smut and tiny fluff

Warnings: mentions of masturbation, sexual tension, office sex, fingering, oral (male recieving), dom jaehyun, sub reader, protected sex

Word Count: 2.2k

a/n: hi love! thank you so much for the request. it makes me so happy to hear you love my writing <3. I had fun writing this one. I'm so sorry this took forever, but I do hope you like it. Also, Lemonade and Sticker Jaehyun did something to me so I got carried away a bit lol. enjoy

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Knock knock.

"Come in!" you yell keeping your eyes on the computer screen. You really don't understand why people use Urgent as the subject line when it wasn't really urgent at all. The door to your office opens and the woody cologne of your assistant hits your nose. It takes everything in you to continue reading the email.

"Miss Y/LN, you have a five o'clock meeting today with design department." Jeong Jaehyun looks at his tablet in his hand to make sure there wasn't anything else he was missing. Last time you missed an important conference call all because he wasn't paying close attention to your schedule.

"Fuck." you say under your breath. You completely forgot about the meeting and honestly, didn't want to go. You stop reading and rub your temples. You look up just in time at your assistant and you both lock eyes. There is no denying there is heavy sexual tension between you both. Everyone in the office, hell, everyone in the entire building can sense the chemistry between you and your assistant.

You won't admit it to anyone, but the way he talks to you in his soft voice, makes your ovaries go in overdrive. The way his hand would slightly touch yours when handing you papers, gave you goosebumps. From your desk you have a perfect view of him, you can't help but look at him and daydream. When you two would talk about something outside of work, you can't help but smile and laugh with him. You wouldn't say you were whip for him, he was just a good eye candy to have around during stressful times.

Okay, you may have thought about him and his fingers a couple of times whenever you masturbated, but no one needed to know that.

However, you would never act on those fantasies because you are the CEO of a multimillion-fashion company. You can't afford to be distracted.

"Cancel and move it to another date and time next week. I have all of these paperwork I need to sort through." you say.

Jaehyun nods his head as his hand starts tapping away on his tablet. "Done. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"No that is all. You may leave for the day."

Jaehyun gives you another nod and walks out of your office. You stare at his back and thirst over his figure. You wish you could run your hands all over his broad shoulders, hug around his waist, and your hands running through his gel back hair.

Jeong Jaehyun has been your assistant for the last four months and surprisingly, he is the only one who stayed the longest. All of your other assistants were either fired or quit because of how demanding you are. You were prepared to find another assistant when Jaehyun quit, but he could handle your sharp tongue and ranging mood swings.

In the end, it works out for you because you get to see his muscles flex and his dimples almost every day of the week. You get to boss him around whenever you like just to see if he would break one day. Strangely enough, he is the only one who makes you feel this way, both horny and soft for him.

If you could, you would fuck him on your desk and have your way with him. You would edge and overstimulate him over and over again, if only your reputation wasn't on the line. Your pussy clench around nothing with just the thought of Jaehyun under you. Before your imagination could run any more wilder, you get back to work.

The following day, you were overwhelmed with the stacks of paper work that sat on your desk. Jaehyun has been helping you sort through most of it the entire day and by the time you look at your clock, it was well past eleven o'clock. You sigh as you glance over at Jaehyun who looks just as tired as you.

"Jaehyun that should be it for today. We can sort through the rest on Monday." you collect the papers in front of you and put them in your file cabinet. "You should go home to your girlfriend or whoever is waiting for you at home." you mentally slap yourself for even saying that aloud.

Jaehyun sees your flustered state and grins as he puts the stack of papers on one side of his desk. "It's fine and for your information, I don't have anyone waiting for me."

You try your hardest to breathe and tighten your cross legs. It was his voice and the way he said it that sent shivers down your spine. His sexy sulky voice that you've heard once and made your pussy clench. Oh how you want to fulfill your fantasies right now.

"Miss Y/LN?"

"Yes Jaehyun?"

You didn't notice Jaehyun getting up from his chair and walking towards you.

"Y/N."

You finally look up surprise to see him leaning against your desk right beside you. He has a cocky smile and even from this angle, he looks like a hot Thor, but hotter.

You gulp as you regain your composure, "What is it Jaehyun?"

Jaehyun leans down, his face comes closer to yours, and you don't dare back away. When his face was inches from yours, you whisper, "This is unprofessional."

He gazes into your eyes, still smirking, "Was it unprofessional all the times we've been eye fucking from across the room?"

You sigh as you gave in and close the gap connecting your lips. It was cold a minute ago, but now it was hot. Hot and sexy. He grabs your neck to keep you in place as you get up from your chair and your hands finding their way to his neck. Both of your hands wander all over each other, until you start to unbutton his white shirt and he unzips your dress.

The height difference is making you weak, but you want to show him you're the boss and dominate him. Jaehyun notices what you're doing and you feel him smile in your heated make out session.

"Still trying to be the boss Y/N?"

"I am the boss Jaehyun." You finally get rid of his shirt and damn, does this man work out. You stop to admire his hardened abs, while Jaehyun finally takes off your dress, admiring you in just your bra and panties. You both take each other in.

To be clear, this has never happened before to you. You were always the one to set the pace, to show your partners for the night you were in charge, but this was different. Jaehyun was different. He was captivating and you wanted him to destroy you now that you've seen what it's like to be kissed and touched by him.

He leaves kisses on your jaw, your neck, to your chest and as he senses the sudden change in attitude, he growls. He captures your lips once more as he picks you up to sit you on your desk. He pushes everything on top of your desk away onto the floor and lays you down. He continues his kiss attack by leaving purple bruises all over your chest, boobs, and stomach. When he finally reaches where you need him the most, he teases you over your panties.

"Jaehyun." you whine.

"Yes baby." Even the nickname is driving you crazy.

"Stop teasing."

"If you say so." Jaehyun pushes your panties to the side and slides a finger between your folds.

"You're dripping wet. All for me?"

Without an answer or a warning, he pushes in a finger, then a second. The stretch makes your back arch as he pumps his digits into you. He curls his fingers and set a rapid pace as your walls pulsate around his fingers making you see the stars. Before you could reach your orgasm, he stops and takes them out.

"Jaehyun!"

"No. Be a good girl and don't come until I tell you to."

"I would do no such -"

He reinserts his fingers pumping into you again and when you clench, he stops again. He loves to see your expression when you were right on the edge and can see the frustration take over.

"J-"

"I said, be a good girl and come when I tell you to. If not, you won't come and we'll do this all night if we have to."

Fuck was he hot.

You whimper as you slowly nod to his command.

"Good girl. Now get on your knees."

You sit back up and get down on your knees anticipating for what's to come. Just as you were about to unzip his pants, he stops you with his hand on your wrist. "Don't. Hand behind your back." Once again, you did as you were told as you watch Jaehyun slowly unzip his pants and bring down his boxers. His long hard cock standing proud almost hitting your face. Precum visible as it leaks from his tip. You unconsciously lick your lips wanting nothing more than to have him in your mouth.

"Suck."

With your hands still behind your back, you inch forward and put him in your mouth. Jaehyun groans at the feeling of your warm mouth around him. You bob and twist your head as you slurp on his dick. Saliva mix with his precum are coming out of the corner of your mouth. You pull off him to catch your breath but Jaehyun wasn't having it. He grabs the back of your head, pushes his cock into your mouth, and fucks your mouth. You feel him hit the back of your throat and gag around him.

Jaehyun hisses when you moan and gag around him, "You're fucking sexy."

When he feels himself almost coming, he pulls you off, helps you up from the ground, and bend you over the desk. "Spread your legs."

You do as you he says and spread your legs best as you can. He grabs a condom from his wallet and rolls it on, pumping himself a few times before finally entering you. You let out a loud moan when his girth stretches you out perfectly. You feel so full.

Jaehyun doesn't wait for you to get use to him as he starts to pound into you. The way his hips thrusts into you has you moving up on your desk. You try to grab onto anything, but Jaehyun kept your hands behind your back still. Your head laid to the side and Jaehyun has the perfect view of your fucked out face.

He leans down next to your ears, "Do you think you could boss me around as a lost boy?" he thrusts harder.

"J-Jaehyun, ahh!"

"Do you think you could make me your bitch boy and tell everyone to reschedule your meetings every day?"

"Fuck!"

"Ah, do you think you could tease me every day when you wear those short dresses and skirts, bend over in front of me, and don't expect me to get hard?"

"Fuck fuck fuck!"

"What would everyone say when the CEO is getting fucked by her assistant?"

"Th-they w-won't b-believe y-you."

He growls in your ear, "Even when I'm balls deep in you, you still want to be the boss."

He pounds into your harder and faster making you see the stars, "Please Jaehyun."

"Who's the boss Y/N?" Jaehyun pulls your hair bringing you up to his chest. The new position as him hitting in deeper as you continue seeing the stars as tears fall out of your eyes.

"Jaehyun! You are! Oh my fucking God! Please don't stop, don't stop."

"You like that? You like getting your hair pulled?"

"Fuck yes! Only for you. Please let me come."

He was getting close too, "Come on my dick baby." You didn't need to be told twice as you let go and cum on his cock and soon enough he also reach his climax.

His hold on your hair loosens up as you fall forward on your desk with him falling on top of you, both of you worn out. He kisses your glistening shoulders as you feel him go soft inside of you. He pulls out throwing the condom away and helps you get dress.

Standing there with clothes back on and hair slightly messy, you suddenly feel shy. Jaehyun caresses your cheek as you shyly look up at him, a warm smile on his face with those beautiful dimples showing.

"Hi." he whispers.

"Hi." you feel yourself get butterflies in your stomach.

"I know this is reverse, but do you want to get dinner tomorrow?"

You study his face for any remorse or seriousness, but all you found is adoring eyes staring back at you.

"I'd love that, but," you pause. Jaehyun's expression falls.

"But?"

"But I'm still your boss and," you wrap your arms around his neck while his found your waist, "you're fired."

You smile up at him, feeling the rumble of his laughter. "That is fine by me as long as I have you by my side." He kisses your lips and you kiss back.

"About time honestly." you joke as you detached yourself to get your purse.

Jaehyun smiles at you, "Well if you weren't so busy bossing me around and playing this cat and mouse game -"

You lightly smack his chest laughing and you both walk out of your office interlocking your hands.

#jaehyun smut #jaehyun x reader #nct smut

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sukirichi · 4 years

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wine: ingredient 44 + sugar 7 + spice 12 for gojo satoru *slams table* thank you for feeding us kind maam

for sukirichi’s milestone event:

the meal order : 🍷 + 44 (hate sex au) + 7 (forbidden relationship) + 12 (praising kink) your dinner has been served! also bruh LOL you’re a choso simp this is hilarious spspsps

— who are you to deny him when he only wants to worship you?

gojo satoru x fem! reader

contents/warnings: nsfw, slight angst, reader is hot girl shit, gojo long schlong, hate sex, car sex, spanking, riding gojo, slight angst, praising kink taken to a DIFFERENT LEVEL (i want to make people question the extent of their praising kink), body marking, rough sex lol it’s always rough in my stories, unedited

Your friends pushed you out of the club, all of you laughing, hands clutched around your waists as loud, drunken giggles fill in the night air. It was a wild night; your friends invited you to the club to take your mind off your stupid boyfriend. You thought you’d end up moping around, too much of a buzzkill to ever let loose because it wasn’t that easy to stop thinking about him, but even you were surprised when you started grinding with people on the dance floor just three drinks later.

The gals were more than delighted to see you enjoying your night, only dragging you out the club when you nearly shoved your tongue down another man’s throat.

Scratch that – your friends called you to hang out because you lied about having a shitty day at work. You’ve had your fair share of shitty days, but you were one of the most prominent lawyers in your firm, no one dared gave you a bad day. Your subordinates knew that if they even looked your way without your permission, you wouldn’t hesitate to dump paperwork on them, or assign them to the nastiest cases just to piss them off.

Yeah, you were sort of a bitch, but you didn’t care.

It took a lot to get where you were now. It wasn’t easy to be a woman in a male-dominated workplace and you were forced to strip your softness off, replacing it with hard armor and sharp tongue concealed under bold red lips, a tight pencil skirt that accentuated your curves, and a pair of black suede pumps.

You deserved all your success. You were smart, stunning, confident, powerful – so then why did you feel like shit around your shitty boyfriend?

The answer was loud and clear. It bothered you to no end that he wanted to keep your relationship a secret because his family was too different from yours, coming up with a shitty excuse that you were just “too different.” He never bothered explaining, and every time you confronted him about, he’d only wave his hand, distract you with those delicious and soft lips of his until you forget it over and over again.

You were okay with it at first. It wasn’t a really serious relationship; you only started dating him because you saw yourself a lot in him – confident, self-assured, maybe even a little cocky – plus, he was extremely attractive.

But the longer you spent time with him, you were beginning to fall in love.

Yes, you, the ice princess of one of the most respected law firms all over the city was beginning to soften up at a certain blue-eyed man who had magical hands.

But tonight – tonight you’d forget about him.

Your stomach was heavy with expensive liquor and you were nearly staggering on your knees, the only thing preventing you from falling were your more sober friends. The others were holding you close to keep you upright, while one of your friends moved to a quieter part of the block to call an Uber for you. Your friends were all happily married, some with children, so they couldn’t really stay out too late at night and chaperone you all the way back home.

You were well-aware you were being a bother, but fuck, couldn’t you lean on someone for just once? Sighing, you leaned closer to your warm friend, mumbling something about wanting to forget about everything you’ve been through.

“There, there,” she patted your head comfortingly, “You’ll be fine, babe, you’re a strong woman. I know you’ll get through this.”

“But I hate it,” you drunkenly admitted, lips trembling the more you thought about him, every stupid little thing about him – his soft white hair, those pretty blue eyes he always hid under shades even at night, his large, calloused hands that always felt so rough when keeping your legs open for him and you couldn’t even start talking about his cock, he was just so blessed and perfect in every little thing that you hated it. You hated him. “I don’t like this feeling,” you sniffled, “I feel like I’m being looked down on, that I’m being pushed to the side. I feel unimportant, like I’m not good enough.”

“Who said you aren’t?”

You froze in your friend’s arms, eyes meeting with those blue ones you could never get enough of. As if noticing your silence, your friend immediately covers you with her arm, glaring at your boyfriend. “Do we know you or something?”

“No,” Satoru replies coolly, brows furrowed in the state you were in. You turned away from him with a scoff, arms crossed on your chest. Why did he have to be here out of all places? Wasn’t he busy with work or whatever family shit he apparently couldn’t tell you about even though you’ve both been dating for a year and a half now? He just wasn’t giving you a break, and the hairs on your arm stood up when he said, “Not that you have to, but may I please drive Y/N home?”

“She’s not going anywhere—”

“She’s a friend of mine,” he insisted, turning to you with a pleading look in his eyes. You almost melted. Almost. “I need to talk to her about something.”

You rolled your eyes and stepped forward, your friend’s arm latching onto yours. You could tell she was worried from the way her gaze darted back and forth between you two. Satoru was, after all, clearly uninvited, and he didn’t seem like your type either. You always insisted you preferred refined man, men like his friend Nanami Kento, but alas, you were stuck dating this one instead.

“It’s fine,” you told her with a fake smile, “I’ll call you later when I get home.”

You never got to call her – simply because you didn’t make it home. The moment Satoru closed the car doors behind you, you both got into a heated argument. Satoru hated silences and always made sure the car was filled with music, but this time, he didn’t notice there weren’t any songs when you opened your mouth.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the anger and pent-up tension of not being able to hold him and kiss him in public like normal couples did, in addition to the fact Satoru never explained why he insisted on keeping you a secret – whatever it was, you just snapped.

“I don’t even understand why I’m still dating you!” you huffed, legs crossed on top of the other as you gazed out the window. Lips trembling, you tried so hard to not cry, especially not in front of the man who was breaking your heart. “This is hardly a relationship when I’m not free to call or text you as you please, when I can’t go out with you on dates and we’re always hanging in my apartment. I’m your girlfriend, Satoru, we’ve been together for a long time but I honestly don’t even feel like it. What the hell are we dating for then?”

Satoru clenched his teeth, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. “How many times do I have to tell you that I love you,” he said coolly, acting unbothered and unaffected as ever, but the clench in his jaw said otherwise. “If that’s not enough—”

“Of course it’s not enough!”

“I’m trying here too, okay?” Satoru slammed on the brakes and parked on a desolated spot, hands running through his hair while he breathed heavily. Once he’d calmed down, he shook his head, refusing to look you in the eye like a man. “I’m trying my best. It’s just hard. It isn’t as easy as it looks.”

“What isn’t easy as it looks? Dating me? Letting the whole world know I’m yours?” when Satoru didn’t respond, you scoffed, patience running low and thin. “You’re pathetic, Satoru. Dating you was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, and I thought I was a smart woman.”

With a shake of your head, you slung your purse over your shoulder and reached for the car door. You were about to leave when Satoru suddenly pulled you towards him, his lips slamming into yours. Like always, you fell into his trap, into the blissful pleasure that was his lips and his hands, and you hated it, hated him, hated him so fucking much because you were so tired of his entire existence.

You wanted to let him know he was insufferable.

You wanted him to feel the pain and misery he put you through.

“I fucking hate you,” you snarled as Satoru kept fucking into you, the entire car windows fogged and the vehicle shaking. “I wish I never met you, you asshole,” Satoru, displeased, only buries himself deeper into you, as if they would erase his mistakes and shortcomings.

Satoru’s large hands snake to your waist and onto your breasts, expertly tweaking them between his fingers. Your head fell back to the crook of his shoulder, your back pressed against his hard chest as Satoru trapped you in his strong arms, impaling you on his cock over and over again. “You’re lying,” he whispered into your neck, tongue and teeth playfully sucking at the tender flesh. His grip on your hip was bruising and possessive, and your breasts bounced fervently at how he snapped his hips upwards to feel your walls coat him and hug him tightly and warmly. “Why would you hate me, sweet girl? Don’t I always make you feel good? Don’t I remind you enough that you’re the best fucking thing ever?”

You didn’t respond right away, your breath taken away with how you could never get enough of this, of him. He was right no matter how much you denied it. Despite being terrible in everything else, Satoru knew and respected you, even admired your dominance and intelligence when other men were intimidated by it.

No, he worshipped you. He made you feel like you were a divine goddess when he tugged at your hair to tilt your cheek to him, his tongue slithering to your lips to taste himself on his tongue from when you previously busted his nut with just your mouth.

Lipsticks smeared on his cheeks and crescent moons on his pale thigh from your nails, Satoru looked wonderful beneath you like this.

He was beautiful, so damn beautiful, but it didn’t change the fact he’d put you through hell these past few weeks.

No, it wasn’t just the past few weeks. Things were always complicated with him. He was perfect in everything else but when it came to you, he made it a mission to hide you and your relationship, changing your contact name to a totally random one “just in case.”

Your mind was confuzzled and you felt like you were on the urge of breaking apart from both his ministrations and his confusing treatment over you. Before you knew it, you were kissing him back fervently with the intensity of your hatred over this man.

Your hand reached his to guide it to rub at your clit, and Satoru, eager to make you feel good as always, happily obliged. Satoru kept bouncing you on his cock until you were too overwhelmed to speak, crying and mumbling incomprehensible words.

Him, only him, would ever have the ability to let the sharp-tongued and intelligent woman who never bat an eye in court lose her wide vocabulary, falling apart in his arms while his long length abused your puffy lips.

“You made me feel like shit,” you finally admitted, tugging at his hair until Satoru is lowly groaning at the slight sting. But did you care? Of course you didn’t. You wanted to hurt him too.

“How so, sweet girl?”

“I can never have you the way I want,” you answered through gritted teeth, moaning out when Satoru suddenly thrusted too deep, hitting your most sensitive spot that had you quivering in his hold. “You don’t—” you gasped, “You don’t understand what I feel, how you make me feel like I’m never good enough for you. That’s the reason why you don’t want anyone else knowing, right? ‘Cause I’m not good enough for you, never gonna be good—”

Satoru didn’t let you finish your words, shutting you up with his cock instead. The vehicle shook uncontrollably with your mating sessions, and Satoru silences you by pulling at your leg to press it on his chest instead.

The sudden switch in positions had your muscles tensing and stretching, adding only to both your pleasures with the new thrown in factor of slight pain. You felt Satoru kiss your neck down to your shoulders, scraping his canines until you were absolutely lost. You gave in, you gave up, head lolling back next to his loving lips that murmured sweet nothings.

“Not true, sweet girl,” he reminded you, flattening you on his cock and making you roll your hips while you slid up and down his pole sensually. Unlike the previous pace, the slow sensation of your pussy hugging his cock with your arousal letting him slide in easily allowed you to feel every part of him, almost mind-wrecking at how good he’s able to make you feel even after such a long time of having him already.

“You’re the sexiest and most intelligent woman I’ve ever met, the best, the absolute blessing of my life, and I just want to protect you, sweet girl. You’re too precious for me to lose,” Satoru kept mumbling over and over again.

You could no longer process his words functionally, not when he’s slamming you down his length like that and burying himself in you as if he didn’t want to be anywhere else.

Satoru’s hands were still curious, appreciative and gentle as he runs his hands, dipping into all your curves and pressing into your most sensitive spots the way you liked it.

“You’re always so good for me so no, sweet girl, never gonna let you go, not when you’re so perfect for me,” Satoru eased your worries – temporarily – with his words, and you’d believe his lie, you’d fall into the same mistakes over and over again because you were just that weak and powerless when it came to him. “You’re made just for me, sweet girl, you’re the prettiest and your pussy is the prettiest – I worship you, I adore you. You’re so divine.”

You blamed it all on your ego.

He praised you so well, made you feel so good and always placed you on top of the world when he’s inside you like this. Even if you knew he’d knock you down the pedestal just hours later, you opened your doors for him all over again.

Satoru knew this too, because he rammed inside your walls and ruined everything that you held firm beliefs in, his large hands smacking your ass to urge you to bounce on him like you weren’t made for any other purpose than to be the woman he adored.

You lied to yourself – you always did – but did you care? So what if you couldn’t be the one he really loved? What did it all matter when you were the one he worshipped?

For the sake of the praise and the compliments, you’d let him fuck you and play with your heart over and over again. It was a toxic routine you’d never get tired of, and you no longer complained, forgetting about everything he’d done and every heartbreak he caused you because he was there, whispering into your ears how good you made him feel and how you were the only one made to take him, and you didn’t care. Not anymore – not when you were worshipped.

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v-hope · 4 years

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omg so maybe the way y/n would react when someone else flirts with jk and how he’d handle the situation? 🌺

pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader

genre: fluff, slice of life, established relationship, college au

word count: 1.9k

a/n: i don’t think i had ever written y/n being jealous before, it was always the boys somehow so this was fun! thank you so much for requesting! btw, this takes place on their last year of college.

Jeongguk had eyes for you only.

That was no surprise. You knew that. His friends knew that. Your friends new that. And pretty much everyone with eyes could see that was the case in a heartbeat. It had been that way ever since high school, and now that you had been together for a year and he had you all to himself, it was far from ever changing.

There were certain people, however, who did not know that was the case — strangers mostly, or classmates of his who did just not give a fuck about him having a girlfriend he was madly in love with.

The latter being the case that day.

The two of you had agreed on meeting at the library to get started on a project you had signed up as partners for, as it was pretty much a given by now. And although the library was not your favourite place to go to when it came to get done with college stuff, it was the only place the two of you would truly focus in, which would be much needed this time since you had to turn it in later the next day, yet were just now getting started on, as you had both been too busy with other exams and assignments to even think about this one.

So, he had headed over there as soon as his last class ended, going up to an empty table and taking a seat, wasting no time on leaving his backpack on the chair next to his for no one else to take it as he waited for you. Not like said act of his had been of any help, though, for a girl he recognized from one of his classes —one of the few you were not in with him— had reached his side in a matter of seconds, asking if he could help her out with something from that day’s lecture she had not quite understood, and removing his backpack from the seat he was saving for you; hanging it on the back of the chair as she took a seat next to him before he could even protest.

Biting his tongue as he did not want to sound rude, he decided to just help her out in the meantime you got there. It wouldn’t take that long anyway, would it?

Only it did, for you were taking longer than you should have, and she showed no signs of planning on leaving anytime soon as she didn’t even try to hide her ulterior motives with him — from time to time trying to turn the conversation into a non-academic one, yet having to stick to it as Jeongguk made it clear he was only carrying on with the conversation as long as it was about the class.

“You’re really good at explaining” she smiled brightly, looking up from her textbook and moving her seat closer to him, which only caused him to move his slightly back as he nodded — his awkwardness making an appearance as he did not know what to answer to that. “You think maybe we could go grab some coffee later so we can talk some more about the class?”

“I have a girlfriend” he was quick to go straight to the point, informing her what he knew for a fact she was well aware of, for it was not unusual for you to go wait outside that particular class for him to come out of, since it was right next to yours and you always seemed to be done before him — meeting him with a sweet peck on the lips every single time as everyone else came out of the classroom, her included. “And she’ll be here anytime now, so…”

His classmate had seemed to take a hint as he eyed the chair she was sitting down on, silently asking her to leave. Nevertheless, she did not stand up. “I could really use the help in this class, though…” she pushed it. “Maybe you could give me your number then?”

“Oh, I’m sure you won’t be needing my boyfriend’s number” your voice had both of their heads snapping up in your direction, right as you set two coffee cups on the other side of the table and eyed both the girl next to him and the taken seat you knew was supposed to be yours. “Especially when it comes to something you can so easily ask your teacher about”.

Your cynical smile as you said those words and sat down in front of them, was all it took for the girl to send a glare your way before standing up, sweetly saying goodbye to a quite stunned Jeongguk and then taking off without even looking your way again.

Scoffing at her audacity, you shook your head, not even bothering to look at your boyfriend before you started taking your laptop out of your bag and placed it on the table.

“What took you so long?” he quietly wondered, feeling like he was tiptoeing when it came to finding the right words to say, given your displeased expression.

“Coffee run” you replied simply, staring at your laptop’s screen like your life depended on it as you turned it on.

He bit down on his bottom lip, not being able to ignore the tension in the air, yet having no idea what to do about it either.

It was funny, how before dating you he never had other people approaching him like this, yet now that he was in an established relationship, girls had apparently started to notice him out of a sudden. He was not used to it. He was not used to you being jealous. And although he knew it was not entirely his fault —since he had kept his distance from said girl— and a part of him couldn’t help but feel good about the fact that you were being jealous over him, another part of him did not feel quite as good, for he knew what you were feeling. He had been in your place multiple times when other guys flirted with you, after all, and although you turned down every single one of them, it was still upsetting all the same.

So, not knowing whether he should bring the topic up or not, he had his eyes going to the cups from your go-to coffee shop placed by your side. It was your guys’ usual, he could tell — an iced americano for you and hot chocolate for him.

“Is that one for me?” he pointed at the carton cup that was used for hot beverages.

That had seemed to catch your attention, eyes fixing on the cup he was pointing at and staring at it as you thought about it for a second. And although both of you knew the answer was positive, you shook your head no.

“Couldn’t decide, so I got both for me”.

Jeongguk couldn’t help but let an amused smile curve up the corners of his lips, knowing well enough that was your way of punishing him for letting another girl hit on him. “Oh, so you simultaneously went for a hot and an ice cold drink?”

“Mhm…” you nodded.

“Yah,” he called you out when you still wouldn’t look at him, reaching for your hands and holding them over the table. “Come sit next to me”.

“I’m good”.

“Come onnnn,” he whined with a small pout, pulling on your hands and leaving you no choice but to stand up and go over to him. “I was saving this seat for my favourite girl”.

You couldn’t help but smile at the way he had cooed those words as you sat down next to him, biting on your bottom lip not to let him see, yet being too late as a smile of his own was already taking over his mouth at the sight of yours. Loosely wrapping one of his arms over your shoulders, he pulled you closer to him, laughing under his breath when you could no longer hide your smile after his lips had pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek.

“I thought I was your only girl” you pushed it nevertheless, earning another chuckle from him.

“You are my only girl” he said the obvious. “Plus, my favourite person in the world. There’s nothing to be jealous about”.

You rolled your eyes, focusing them somewhere else as you snorted. “Wasn’t jealous” your bitter words told him otherwise. “She’s pretty, though…”

Jeongguk sighed, cupping your face in his hands and resting his forehead on yours. “I’ve had eyes for no one else but you ever since I first saw you in high school, petal. You know that” his thumbs drew tender circles on your cheeks. “I didn’t even look at her”.

“You didn’t turn her down when she asked for your number, though”.

“Did I even get the chance to?” he pointed out softly with a breathy laugh, bringing heat to your face as you were reminded of the fact you had answered for him the second the question had left that girl’s mouth. “I told her I got a girlfriend before you arrived, okay?” his mouth pressed a brief kiss to your nose. “Don’t be silly now, you know I love you”.

You smiled softly, nodding your head to let him know it was alright, and then giggling when the loving peck he had just pressed to your mouth was followed by another kiss — a much longer, slower one, as he tilted your head slightly back and sucked on your bottom lip.

“We’re in the library” you reminded him in a whisper, voice coming out muffled as you spoke against his lips.

“And you’re the only one I want” he cheesily answered, smiling at your amused reaction and pressing another kiss to your mouth before pulling away. “Now that we’ve established the facts, shall we get started on the project?”

Shaking your head in amusement, you reached for your laptop on the other side of the table and brought it up to you — then reaching for the carton cup as well and sliding it in front of him. “You’ve earned your lame hot chocolate, you sweet bastard”.

A light laugh escaped his mouth at what you had just called him, leaning in closer to you once again. “And a little smooch?” he puckered up his lips.

Getting a laugh out of you at the way he was picking up on the things you usually said, you couldn’t deny him of his petition, placing your hand behind his neck and pulling him towards you so you could press two chaste kisses to his smiling mouth.

“And an ‘I love you, bun’?” he pushed it.

“Yah,” you were the one to call him out this time with a small laugh. “All the attention has really boosted your confidence, hasn’t it?”

He giggled, saying nothing as he instead grabbed his cup and took a sip of the drink you had gotten him. You were right though, for the attention, love and praise you had given him for the past year had indeed helped one hell of a lot when it came to boosting his previous nonexistent confidence.

“Will you say it, though?”

Shaking your head no, you laughed under your breath and leaned closer to the table as you started typing down on your laptop instead. “I love you, bun”.

Although you had not even looked at him as you gave in —embarrasingly fast— and mumbled the words he had been waiting for, he smiled the brightest, knowing he had managed to lift your mood and gotten some love from you altogether.

Funny how you had came to the library so you could focus on the project, yet all he wanted and could think about right then was kissing you over and over — until the last bit of jealousy you had felt that day abandoned your body.

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mostly-marvel-musings · 4 years

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hi can u write a bucky femxreader where they hate each other and have a really loud yelling and fighting session and then it turns into a heated passionate makeout sesh and it goes from there (enemies to lovers hate sex!!!!)

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A/N: Okay here we have some angry sex with Mr Barnes, let me know if I nailed it!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, angry sex.

Word count: 1.4+

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“Again!”

Your arch nemesis yelled as you landed on the rubber mat with a huff, back hurting from being repeatedly thrown around during the sparring session. It wasn’t your day apparently and you kept missing punches and ended up on the floor more than you should have. Your sparring partner was a trainee which added insult to injury and given that you were being judged and yelled at by James Buchanan Barnes was just another blow to your ego.

It was no secret that you two didn’t get along. Years ago when he was the Winter Soldier, you had been sent by Shield to track him down in Bucharest which had gone south very quickly. You had almost lost your life and if weren’t for Natasha coming to your rescue, you wouldn’t have been here to hate him. The permanent scar on your abdomen thanks to his metal arm and the fact he’d choked you until you’d passed out – the now invisible finger marks around your throat were enough to remind you of all the hatred you felt towards him even years after he’d joined the good side.

“Are you snoozing over there (Y/L/N)? We’re not done just yet, let’s try it again.” Bucky’s harsh voice snapped you out of it as your opponent helped you stand up. You glanced at the man who had a look of disapproval on his face.

Channeling your rage was easy, you managed to get a few good kicks in and knocked your partner Jake down a couple of times, eyes flitting towards Bucky to make sure he was looking at your progress, but he didn’t seem fazed. Rolling your eyes, you went over to grab water from your gym bag to take a breather when Bucky stopped you.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Taking a little break. Don’t I get five minutes?”

“You’ll get a break when I say you can.”

“Hey I think we’ve had enough, we can call it a day.” Your partner offered, trying to diffuse the tension that was building.

He dismissed Jake but asked you to get back on the mats with him instead, you knew this was coming. You went for the water anyway while Jake got his things and left sending a sympathetic look your way as you wiped some sweat off with a towel.

Bucky flexed his arms till you joined back, just a little show off that you didn’t care about before you prepared yourself, guards up. You had to ignore his critical look at your stance otherwise you were sure to have punched him in the face right there and then.

You were quick to attack first but it was almost as if he was expecting the move, he dodged it with minimum effort and held you in a headlock, the metal arm around your neck while the other held your head making it slightly difficult for you to breathe.

“That was sloppy.”

His voice was low and breathy against your ear while you made futile attempts to free yourself. He did you a favour and let go, only to land a kick against your sides which you thankfully blocked just in time.

The sparring session went on for a while with you taking blow after blow, blocking a mere handful but adding to Bucky’s annoyance and your own rage. A final move had you pinned underneath him, his face inches from your own, the dog tags he always wore clinking against each other as they fell out of his training shirt. Bucky’s eyes shamelessly roamed over your heaving chest as the sweat made your skin glisten, the strands of hair that escaped your ponytail and clung to your forehead, your eyes that bore into his, defeat hidden beneath the simmering fire.

“I thought you were one of the good ones (Y/N). You disappoint me.”

“It’s funny how I thought the exact same thing about you Barnes.” You seethed before you pushed him off, stood up and went towards the bench where your bag was.

“We’re not done h—”

“Yes we are! I think I’ve had enough humiliation to last me a decade from you today. I don’t care if what you say, I’m done.” You turned around heatedly as you yelled, your voice echoing in the empty gym, stopping Bucky in his tracks as he watched angry tears gather in your eyes.

“You let emotions get in the way (Y/L/N) that never makes for a good agent which I had my doubts if you were, now it’s pretty clear.”

“Oh I’m sorry not all of us were brainwashed to be cold-hearted assassins Barnes.”

That was a step too far, you knew it, he knew it, but you were practically fuming at this point and it just slipped out.

Bucky took slow, deliberate steps towards you, making you back away until your back hit the wall, as he stopped right at the point where your chests were almost touching. His human arm slid along your sides before he wrapped his hand around your throat.

“I can be cold-hearted when it comes to others things too little girl.” He whispered dangerously, the grip tightening just a little, enough to elicit a whimper from your lips.

“Don’t call me a little g—”

Before you could finish, his mouth slanted over yours in a bruising kiss that took you by surprise at first but soon you found yourself kissing him back with equal if not greater fervour. Wedging his knee to push your legs apart, his hand left your throat to pull the straps of your sports bra down to expose your breasts. Bucky’s tongue mingled against yours in an assault while he kneaded your breasts before tracing a pattern down your neck to the valley between your breasts where he sucked possessively. A groan fell from your lips when he grazed his teeth over your pert nipples.

Your hands desperately grabbed his shirt before pulling it over his head and throwing it somewhere in the back. He picked you up by the back of your knees before taking you over to a bench and carefully laying you on it, all while attacking your mouth with his ruthless kisses. Your eyes remained shut as you felt trapped in a heady mix of the need you felt for this man and the desire to have him in you right here in the compound gym and you were sure he felt the same as your leggings slid down your legs along with your panties to join the heap of clothes on the floor.

“You’re soaked baby girl… is that for me?”

Bucky’s fingers toyed with your glistening folds before sliding a finger inside as you gasped at the intrusion. Your eyes flew open just enough to watch him close his lips over your bundle of nerves while he added another finger, stroking your walls and stretching you out. Just as you were about to cum, Bucky pulled his fingers out causing you to whine out loud.

“Cold-hearted assassin was it?”

Previous anger came flooding back as you sat up only to push Bucky on the floor as he stared back at you, equal parts surprised and impressed. Undoing his pants in a hurry, you freed his erection and pumped his cock a few times, swiping your thumb across the tip to collect the precum. He watched you in awe as you worked him up, doing absolutely nothing to stop you as you straddled his hips before sinking down on his length.

“Oh fuck…”

“Where was all this aggression?” Bucky growled, grabbing your hair roughly to pull you down for a kiss as you began rolling your hips. Your eyes mapped every plain and dip of his chiselled torso all while your mind thought of ways to make him shut up.

Your nails scratched marks on his shoulders as you picked up the pace gradually, your sensitive nub brushing against his pubic bone every time but you wanted more. You drew tight circles with your own hand chasing your release before Bucky slapped it away only to replace it with his own deft fingers.

He began thrusting up faster, jaw clenched to suppress his moans, filling the room with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and your mewls as your walls fluttered around his cock deliciously, your orgasm consuming you whole, clouding your thoughts and triggering his release as his cock twitched before filling you with thick ropes of cum.

You collapsed against his sweat-lined chest and lay there for a bit, slowly floating back to the land of the living.

“Why do you hate me?” Bucky asked after you parted to put your clothes back on.

“Why do you?” You countered.

“You’re an obstinate incorrigible woman.”

“And you’re an arrogant piece of shit.”

The glares you gave each other melted away as smiles began appearing in place of them as you head out of the gym together, the after effects of your activities showing.

“You want to grab a bite to eat later?”

“No. I still don’t like you Barnes.”

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot #fatws bucky #marvel one shot #marvel fanfiction #bucky x you #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes

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party-gilmore · 3 years

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This is still just a half formed thought but @pebblesrus got me thinking bout The Pool Scene and Eliot viewing his body/safety as something to physically exchange for that of others, combined with the commentary about how Eliot was counting the seconds Hardison was without air, like

There's still the thrum of angry tension stretching out from Hardison between them through the night, during Flores's call, on the way in and through the airport... Eliot isn't avoiding Hardison's angry gaze, but he's not seeking it out either. It burns under his skin, a hot coil of discomfort and the sinking sensation of having ruined something unless he manages to make things even.

At some point midflight, Hardison gets up to pace near the bar (because it might have been last minute, but he's NOT gonna make the team fly coach - even though he's still upset with Eliot and may have thought about it for a minute). Eliot follows a few seconds later and catches Hardison on the way back, quickly shoving him into the small lavatory and locking the door behind them.

"Man! What the hell! If you don't get your hands off me, I-"

"One minute, nineteen seconds." Hardison stops flailing against Eliot's grip around his wrists and just... stares, incredulous.

"...what?"

"You were without air for one minute, nineteen seconds."

"...you were counting." It feels a little like a question, although it isn't. Not really. Eliot's grim expression softens often imperceptibly. Hardison would've missed it if they weren't crammed so tightly in the small bathroom. Eliot answers the non-question anyway, voice uncharacteristically gentle.

"Course I was."

Hardison tumbles that around in his head for a bit. Of course Eliot was counting. Probably to know when it was too dangerous anymore to stay in character. Hardison knows how important it was to gain Moreau's trust at the time. In his head, he knows that. Knew it, even then. He was just... so afraid, at almost drowning, and angry at the secrets Eliot was keeping... but he was counting. He would've gone in for him, if he needed. Blown the whole damn thing.

Yeah the situation just sucked all the way around, sure, and yeah Alec's still a little pissed - why wouldn't he be! He's got the right! - but Eliot was counting. That means even though he'd had to put Hardison's life at risk, he was willing to risk even more - his own safety, the entire con - to pull him back out if needed. That was something, right? That was still-

-Hardison's too busy turning the pieces around in his own head to notice Eliot shifting his grip from Hardison's wrists to his hands. Tugging them closer. Pulling them up.

Alec snaps back to the present when his fingertips graze the warm, flushed skin of Eliot's neck.

"What-"

"One minute, nineteen seconds." Eliot suddenly presses Hardison's hands tight around his throat, guiding his thumbs to the appropriate hollows beneath his jaw.

"You... you can't be fucking serious!"

He tries to pull away, but Eliot's grip holds fast.

"Damnit Hardison," his growl comes rough, grating, as he puts pressure on his own windpipe through Hardison's palm. "You were right! Okay? I risked your life. For one minute and nineteen seconds. So that's what you get. Just... just do it, man! Get it over with, then we're even!"

"Even-... man, do you not realize how fucked up this is? I'm not... I'm not doing this!"

With a growl, Eliot tears his hands away from Hardison's, and Alec snatches his newly freed palms back to his chest. Eliot clearly wants to pace, but can't in the cramped room, so he settles with carding his fingers through his hair.

"Then what the fuck else do you want from me, man!" His voice already sounds ragged, even with how short of a time Hardison (or rather, Eliot by way of Hardison) was pressing around his throat.

"I just wanted you to be honest with us! With me!" Hardison slumps back against the far wall, anxiously rubbing his jaw as he tries to find the words. "Alright, look, I get it, what you had to do at the pool. I do. That doesn't mean my being upset about it is just gonna... go away!"

"I know that!"

Hardison flinches as Eliot slams his fist against the side wall. He knows the strike wasn't meant to be pointedly 'at' him, that in such a small space there's not a whole lot of room to safely lash out in when feeling cornered, but it was still too close to him for comfort. Eliot clocks the flinch, and for a moment the frustration on his face morphs into a clear expression of the guilt he's been masking since the pool.

"I... I'm sorry. I didn't... fuck, I'm sorry," he pulls away, shrinking in on himself like he does on the grift, trying to consciously make himself seem smaller. "I just... I just don't want to have ruined us, man. Whatever is we've got... you and me, this team... I just wanna fix what I broke. I want us to be good."

"We are good, man," Hardison cautiously steps forward. He thinks to put a hand on Eliot's shoulder, but that's too close to his throat at the moment, so he goes for the outside of his arm instead. "You don't gotta... let me hurt you to make things even. That's... I don't know where the hell you learned that, but I don't like it. I'm not gonna do it. You just... you just gotta let me feel my feelings for a bit, okay? We'll get Moreau, and that'll feel fucking great, and have a little party, and everything will be fine. "

Eliot looks up at him and the ragged, raw desperation in his gaze about knocks Hardison back against the wall.

"...that's it?" Eliot's almost laughing, with a dry sarcastic bite behind his tone that makes him sound unhinged... well, more unhinged than usual. Although, he did just ask Hardison to choke him, so Alec figures we're not exactly working with the usual state of mind here.

"It's that easy, huh? You just... say we're good, and we're good?"

"Uh, yeah." Hardison shakes his head, tightening and loosening his grip on Eliot's arm in what he hopes is a soothing pattern. "That's how normal feelings work when somebody you care about pisses you off. You talk your shit out, it hurts for a bit while it heals up, then you're good. I don't know who fucking taught you you had to pay for-"

Oh. Oh but then it hits him. The dots finish connecting and he's looking down at Eliot, who's been strung tight and volatile as a clumsily stripped live wire ever since they closed in on Moreau, and in that moment Alec knows who taught him that.

He steps in close, carefully taking the back of Eliot's neck in a gentle grip, and ducks slightly to even out their gazes. Eliot’s whole body is tensed so hard he's almost shaking with it, but his eyes start to lose their sharp edge with Hardison's easy hold.

"I need you to hear me, Eliot. If I say we're good? Then we're good. No strings attached, no games, no doing any 'favors' for me first to prove any kind of loyalty or whatever. You know I don't play that shit. Yeah? You hearing me, man?"

Eliot's body starts to lose a bit of it's tension. A hesitant nod starts, but stops early. Hardison's seen Parker do that before, when she's too nervous to fully commit to a new idea even if she wants to, so he softens his tone and backs up a bit like he does with her.

"You hear me, babe?"

"I hear you," the reply is soft, almost embarrassed, and Eliot's eyes dart away. Hardison let's him go, indulging the gruff 'pretending to shake off the touch' Eliot does a second too late to be any kind of believable, and respectfully ignores the clearing of his throat and wiping at his eyes.

"We, uh..." Eliot turns to the door, fidgeting with the handle for a moment. "So, we'll talk. In San Lorenzo. When it's done?"

"When it's done."

Affirmation granted, Eliot darts out of the room. Hardison takes a few more minutes. Washes his face. Processes all the data thrown at him in the past few minutes as much as he can before filing it away for later. For 'when it's done.'

BONUS:

I feel like later, when they have their actual talk and Moreau is dealt with and both parties are a little more calm about it, Eliot is still like okay, I hear you, I understand that you don't need this to feel like we're square... but I do. Please.

And this time, knowing a little more of the whole story, Hardison is more comfortable accepting that like you know what, okay. If this is what you need, now that we've talked it out in a much less charged scenario and I can trust that you're in (more of) your right mind about this, okay. So long as you know I don't need this, that this is for you, and that if you need to stop early you swear you'll tell me.

Eliot probably rolls his eyes a bit at that like c'mon not even a full two minutes of getting choked out? He's had to go [absurd amount of time] without air in [equally absurd situation] in [obscure country], he'll be fine.

So Hardison sets a timer, and gently presses Eliot up against a wall, hands wrapping round his throat, Eliot's hands around his wrists - the deal is that he holds on for as long as he's good, if he let's go then so does Hardison - and he starts pressing in.

The whole scene is far softer and more intimate than either of them expected. They keep crazy intense but somehow still gentle eye contact almost the entire way through - the only exception being when Eliot's eyelids start to flutter a bit near the end, his grip loosening but not letting go - and when the time's up Eliot almost doesn't want Hardison to let go. He didn't even know that was a Thing for him. It had never been like that before, and like he said it's hardly his first time being choked... but something about trusting Hardison with that level of control... it makes him realize he maybe likes it a little too much. Putting his actual life in Hardison's hands in such a very physical, tangible way.

It kind of scares him, to be honest, how easily he'd be willing to let him do it again. And thinking about Hardison always leads to thinking about Parker, and thinking about Parker always leads to thinking about Parker's hands, and he realizes that he'd even trust "I hang off buildings by my fingertips" hand strength Parker to do it too... maybe even gets excited at the idea of it...

...and realizes he's well and truly screwed.

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ilovefandoms102 · 3 years

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Likin’ the angle of the dangle?

Pairing: Jake Jensen x Plus Size Reader

Summary: You always had feeling for Jake, but one night leads to those feelings confessed…

Note: I’ve been obsessed with Jake’s character since I watched the movie I can’t get enough so I came up with this!🥰 I hope you guys like it!🥰

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Warnings🛑:smut(inexperienced jake and reader, dry humping, unprotected vaginal sex), guns, violence

Part 2

Being a part of an ops team wasn’t exactly what I had dreamed of when I was little, but one thing I did know was that I wanted to stop the ‘bad guys’…

I wasn't sure how I ended up working on a team of five men I somehow got along with. Especially Jensen, he and I seemed to get on the best. He was nerdy, caring, and hilarious. Everyone else thought he was annoying, but I found him quite charming. Pooch was always encouraging me to ask him out since he knew Jensen wouldn’t.

“He doesn’t like me like that P, I’m just like one of you all to him.” I sighed while cleaning my weapon.

“Even the colonel sees it sweetheart, now you just have to take the initiative.” he smirked, but I shook my head.

“Too awkward for that Pooch,” I mumbled.

“Who’s awkward?” the devil himself asked, strutting in with one of his infamous graphic tees.

“No one J,” I chuckled, listening to him banter about something random until Pooch walks away.

“Clay has the dream team on surveillance tonight!” he smiled, a smile that melted my heart. He was so darn cute I couldn’t stand it.

“Perfect, I’ll bring snacks if you bring the movies.” I winked, making both of us blush.

God, I suck at flirting…

Tonight was already going amazing, Jake brought my favorite movies while I got his favorite snacks. I watched him in interest as he rambled on about cyborgs, he was so handsome talking about things he’s passionate about.

“Y/n?” he asked, and I shook my head snapping out of my trance.

“Sorry I’m listening,” I giggled, Jake blushed profusely.

“I’m sorry, I’m sure you’re not interested. I’ll shut up.” he murmured, but I was quick to stop that.

“No, no Jake I’m sorry really. I was listening, I always want to know what you have to say.” I said gently, hesitant to reach out to him because I didn’t want to make him more uncomfortable.

“You are?” he asked surprised.

“Yeah, totally. I love hearing you talk.” I muttered shyly, looking down before slowly looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

“No-No ones ever said that.” he whispered, staring intently as his eyes traveled all over my features.

“Because no one has smarts like you and I, Jakey.” I pointed out, getting that cute smile I adored.

“Yeah I suppose you're right, guess that’s why they put us on the intelligence part of the team.” he winked, causing both of us to laugh.

After a few rounds of belly aching laughter, we got movement from our target. We went into mission mode, locking the coordinates to send to Clay. The two of us moved in, stepping out of our hideout with our weapons drawn. Suddenly, we were ambushed.

“Shit!” I screamed, pulling Jake with me behind the building.

“Colonel, we’ve been spotted, target must’ve seen us coming.” I said into the comms.

“Pull back, we got you covered!” Clay replied.

“Hey! You know you have a really beautiful smile.” Jake called, my head snapped to his.

“I-this is so like you to flirt with me while bullets are flying at us!” I cackled over the noise.

Our team indeed covered us while Jake and I got back into the hideout we were in before using the back entrance, now we had to wait for the coast to be clear. I eyed Jake up and down, his muscle shirt hugging all the right areas of his upper body.

Jake was doing the same to me, watching my chest rise and fall in the black tank I was sporting that showed a little more cleavage than usual, but my pants were nothing special, just army cargo pants. We both took a daring step towards the other, eyes locking. I couldn’t take the tension anymore, and flung myself into his arms.

Our mouths smashed together, the inexperience obvious in both of us. I didn’t care, I just needed him. Sloppy tongues mushed together as we attempted to explore the other's mouth. I let out a pathetic moan when Jake squeezed my body to his, turned on by his muscular form molded to me.

I pulled back when I needed to breathe, chest heaving with Jake’s as I leaned my forehead on his.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a really long time.” I confessed, nuzzling my nose to his.

“M-Me too, I-I just didn’t really know how. I hope that was ok.” he rambled, worry etching into his features.

“No Jake, that was amazing. I’ve never been kissed like that, so I’m in the same boat as you.” I said as I felt embarrassment creeping up.

“Really?” he asked, smiling down at me.

“You’re a great kisser Jakey.” I giggled, more attentively pressing my lips to his.

This kiss was slow, more sensual as both of us took our time experimenting of what the other liked. I hesitantly placed one hand on his cheek, rubbing along his goatee that I fantasized about on a daily basis while his hands traveled down my curves.

“Touch me Jake, I want you to touch me.” I panted against his lips.

Jake slowly grabbed a hold of my ass, gripping my cheeks hard while I moaned in his mouth. His kisses moved down my neck, my hands exploring his toned chest and rock hard abs. Jake suddenly pulled back, smirking slightly as he took off his shirt. I was practically drooling, he was so hot.

“Caught you staring a lot,” Jake grinned, daringly dipping a finger between my shirt where my cleavage was.

“Can you blame me?” I questioned, shivering when Jake’s finger traced up my cleavage and across my clavicle.

“Guess not, my tats are pretty gnarly.” he nodded, smiling when I let out a girlish giggle.

“Definitely,” I agreed, tracing his abs slowly.

I felt so safe with Jake, like I didn’t need to be afraid of how he would see me. I felt excited even for him to see my body, which is something I never thought would happen. I took my tank off slowly, attempting to be sexy until I got caught on the comm that was still in my ear.

Jake chuckled as he assisted me, tossing the fabric to the floor with his shirt. I was appalled, I felt like I had ruined everything until Jake took my face in his hands and kissed me sweetly. I pouted up at him, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“You’re so fucking cute,” he beamed, kissing my pouting lips and gently nibbling on my bottom one.

I gasped, leaving Jake enough room to slide his tongue back in. He walked me back to the bed in the corner of our hideout, but I tripped over my own feet and fell down on the bed ungracefully I might add. Jake grinned and tried to stalk towards me but also ended up tripping and falling on top of me, sending us both into a fit of laughter.

“Well hello there,” Jake chuckled, kissing up my sternum slowly.

“Fuck,” I whispered, tilting my head back so he could kiss up my throat.

“You’re so fucking beautiful baby,” he whispered in my ear, my whole body shivering at his words.

“Please do something Jake,” I whined, moving my hips up to his.

We both gasped in surprise, feeling his hard on against my clothed center made sparks fly. I tentatively did it again, Jake reciprocating and meeting me in the middle. I brought Jake’s lips back to mine, moaning against him as we rutted against each other.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum like this if we don’t stop.” Jake groaned, but I couldn’t stop until Jake had to force my hips down.

“I want you Jakey,” I said breathlessly, so blissed on pleasure I wasn’t afraid to say what I wanted anymore.

“Yeah? Want my cock baby?” he teased, his cheeks turning an adorable pink but his words turned me on so much.

“Yes please,” I panted, unbuttoning my pants while he undid his.

The man was packin’.

I started salivating as he pulled his boxers off, hoping if this happens again I could get my mouth on that. Jake took his glasses off, sitting them on a nearby table before helping me take my pants off.

“I’ve never done this before,” he whispered, staring down at our lower regions.

“Jakey, look at me.” I whispered, pulling his adorable face closer to mine. I kissed his forehead, nuzzling my nose to his.

“We don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, I’ve only done this one other time years ago and it was awful, but I know with you it will be amazing.” I said calmly, hoping to ease his nerves.

“No, I-I want it to be you I just…I’m afraid of not making you feel good.” he revealed.

“I’ll tell you how baby boy, don’t worry. I promise it’ll be ok.” I smiled, somehow getting the confidence to guide his tip to my entrance.

Jake watched wide eyed as his cock disappeared inside of me, my nails digging into his biceps from the stretch. My head flew back as I felt him bottom out, jolting me a little. After I gave him the okay, Jake experimented with his thrusts. Once he got into a comfortable rhythm, he looked up at me. I moved his hand down to my clit.

“Rub right there, don’t stop.” I whispered, crying his name as he did exactly as I told him.

“Jesus baby, this sweet little pussy is so fucking wet for me.” Jake growled, a whiny moan tearing from my throat.

“Only for you Jake, fuck you’re doing so good.” I grinned, wrapping my legs around his waist so he could go deeper.

“Shit,” he cursed, speeding his thrusts up as he felt me clenching around him.

“I’m so close Jakey, please.” I whined, his movements on my clit going lightening speed as he really started to fuck me.

His hips rammed into mine, railing against my gspot which had me screaming. My whole body shook as I came around him, my back bowing against the bed. Jake held me as he rode me through it, not seconds later I felt his seed splash into me. We laid there for a second, my body still coming down from my high as Jake laid on my chest. I combed my fingers in his hair, never wanting this perfect moment to end.

“So like…what are we?” Jake asked while gently pulling out of me.

“What do you want to be?” I questioned, snagging my pants off the floor.

We both began redressing, Jensen even more frantic than usual.

“I really like you,” he blurted.

“I like you too Jake,” I said nervously.

“No I mean…I want you to be my girlfriend like.” he confirmed while putting his glasses back on.

“I want to be your girlfriend.” I grinned, walking closer to him.

“So we’re together?” he asked, worry in his pretty blue eyes.

I got to my tiptoes once I reached him, kissing his perfect lips.

“Yes,” I whispered against them, smiling as Jake began to blush again.

I got the man of my dreams…

Part 2?

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