#and said out loud at my desk 'babygirl i would drag my tongue over your liver so tender'

[zombified-queer]

Erasing the whiteboard above my desk that reads "Days of having saying normal things about the Hotel herself" and putting it back to zero.

[shugojima]

OIKAWA X IWAIZUMI X YN 🍋

𝖣𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄✔︎

𝖲𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 d𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇✔︎

𝖣𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇✔︎

𝖨𝗐𝖺 & 𝖳𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗒𝗄𝖺𝗐𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗈𝗍𝗌✔︎

Enjoy ♡︎

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You and your best friend were standing in the hallway of your school, Aoba Johsai, talking a little about things girls talk about.

Boys.

Little did you know the object of interest stood right behind the corner patiently waiting for Iwaizumi to finally come out of the classroom.

"Don't fucking lie to me, Y/n! I know you like him. You got those heart eyes!"

She mocked you and as soon as Oikawa heard her saying your name, his ears went dog mode.

"I.. might like him a little... I mean he's cute but I don't stand a change anyway so why bothering."

Meanwhile Iwaizumi came walking towards him and Oikawa quickly covered his mouth, leaving him angry.

"Be quiet, Iwa chan. I'm observing."

His friend snapped his hand off his mouth "What shit are you up to now, huh?"

"SHHHHH!"

Your best friend slapped your head and went "Y/n fuck! Why don't you just try?! Worst thing that could happen is when his arrogant ass tells you to fuck off. But as far as I know, Oikawa doesn't miss out on any pussy offer."

She chuckled and put her hand on my shoulder.

"Oh lord.... now I get it. This shit again."

Iwaizumi sighs making his way to the cafeteria. "Iwa chan! Save me some Onigiri okay??!" Shit. That was too loud.

You jumped and looked around for him as soon as you heard his voice.

And the moment you saw the tall, beautiful setter walking towards you, you heart was beating out of your chest.

"Go get him, tiger." F/N said winking at you when Oikawa came to stand infront of you, that big, beautiful smile on his face.

"O-Oikawa?" you stuttered making him laugh. He leaned in on you, his face now only 2 inches from yours.

"You know... your friend might be right. I sure am a greedy man when it comes to cuties like you."

You could feel his breath on your lips as he was speaking and your face turned bright red.

His thumb tracing your lower lip he smirked down at you waiting for your response.

And oh how he loved seeing you all emberassed because of him.

You wanted to escape his gaze but then again you don't.

Unable to say anything he took it in his own hands.

"You wanna fuck me, is that right?" He whispers in your ear before nibbing on your lobe a little.

Your eyes widened at his straight forwardness but you gathered all your confidence and nodded.

"That's what I thought. It's always the same with you girls. Not that I mind."

He grabbed your wrist dragging you into the now empty classroom and shut the door closed before he sat you on a table.

"You... we can't.. do it here..." You said when he came closer, putting his hands on your bare thighs.

"And why is that? I don't see anyone else around. We'll be fine."

Leaning in on you he gave you a intense kiss, his tongue finding it's way into your mouth and the feeling of his soft, sweet lips made you moan a little.

How many times you've imagined this exact moment.

Smirking at him succesfully driving you crazy, his fingers moved over your wet panties, one of his fingers putting pressure on your sweet spot.

"Nghhh"

"Try to keep quiet, love or I might have to teach you some discipline."

He went down on you, pulling your panties down with him as his face disappeared under your short skirt.

His tongue greedely licking off your sweet juices as he started to suck on your clit.

Your moans filled the classroom when your hand grabbed his brown locks, pushing his mouth closer to you as the door shut open.

"TRASHYKAWA WHER-"

Iwaizumi's eyes widened at the sight of you two and you jumped off the table quickly covering your face.

"I brought some Oninigi with me but I see you're already enjoying your meal."

He said as he walked in and slowly closed the door, his eyes on you.

"Sharing is caring, Kawa."

"Ughh fine... but her mouth is mine."

Trying to realize what was about to happen you stood there, shaking and emberassed before Iwaizumi walked up to you, grabbing a fist of your hair, tilting your head back.

"So you're another little volleyball slut huh? Guess it's your lucky day then."

Your eyes rolling back he slid a finger in between your lips making you whine.

"Did that idiot make you so wet? Is he so good at eating desperate pussy?"

"I HEAR YOU BIZATCH!" Oikawa cried about his friends insult.

"Shut it, Kawa. Daddy's turn now."

Iwaizumi threw you over the table, you holding on to the edge when you heard him unbuckling his belt.

"You don't fuck in school. That's just inappropriate, you know?"

Looping his belt he lifted your skirt and hit you hard as you whined and teared up a little.

"You just don't do that. What if someone walked in on you? Oh wait... that'd be me."

Hitting you harder again your grip tightened on the table when you turned your head left and saw Oikawa sitting on a nearby table, watching the scene with a smile, licking his lips.

"Meany, Iwa chan...."

"Shut it or you're next."

Eyes half closed you tried to keep as quiet as possible when Iwaizumi dropped the belt making you sigh in releave.

He just chuckled "Don't think I'm done here, baby. Daddy's just getting started."

He quickly got rid of his pants and pressed his hard cock against your ass making you grind on him in need for any kind of friction.

"Oh look at you, babygirl. So fucking desperate for my cock aren't you?"

"Y-yes... I am, Daddy."

"Fuck. Say that again." He wrapped his hand around your throat leaning in on you and whispered "Again."

"I- I need your cock, Daddy... I need it so bad."

-Iwaizumi feral mode activated-

"Fucking right and Daddy's gonna make you cream all over it." He growled as he spread your slick lips and pushed himself all in.

HOLY SHIT.

You screamed in pain and pleasure when the grip around your throat tightened the other hand on your hips, moving you in sync with his hard thrusts.

"You like that, baby? My fat cock inside your little fuckhole? Stretching you out real good?"

Oikawa was getting a little impatient watching him fuck you.

He walked up to you on the other side of the desk where you hold on dear life

"I did all the hard work, getting her to do this in the first place so why the fuck do I sit watching??"

That wasn't a question tho.

He impatiently unzipped his pants and pulled out his throbbing hard cock, wasting no time to bring it to your lips.

"If it's to hard for you to concentrate on sucking me good because of Iwa chan, I might just facefuck you myself. You don't want that do you?"

You shook your head no "Thought so. Now show me if you're worth my time."

One hand letting go of the table you grabbed his length and started stroking before you spit on his tip and licked circles around it.

Oikawa letting out a slight moan and Iwa put your right leg on the table so he could go even deeper.

Iwa's cock now hitting the right spot as you threw your head back in pleasure, moans escaping your mouth when Oikawa grabbed your head and forced himself all down your throat.

"I said concentrate." he said with a strict tone.

You choked hard on it since it was rediculously huge. Even bigger than Iwaizumis, who was still fucking you up from behind.

Him hitting that one spot over and over again you moaned onto Oikawas cock and it made him go crazy.

You imagined that hearing him moan because of you would sound great but the sounds that left his pretty mouth were nothing short than heavenly. Music to your ears.

Iwaizumi felt your walls clench around him. He went harder and faster and started rubbing your clit.

"Be a good girl and cream all over Daddy's cock, will you?"

"Y-ye.... NGHHH FUCK!!"

You obeyed and rode out your high on his thick cock. Soon after you did he pulled out and spilled his hot cum all over your ass, some of it dripping down your pussy.

Oikawa was on the edge. Your heavy screams on his cock fueld his fire.

"Iwa chan. Come here, take her head for me. I wanna enjoy in peace."

He jumped on the table, hovering over you, knees on your sides as he grabbed your head and pushed it down on his friends cock, rolling his eyes.

"Lazykawa..."

"Shut it Iwa chan! Nghhh... go faster."

It hurt but having one man fucking your head onto another mans cock turned you on way too much to care about something so unrelevant.

Tears streaming down your face and drool leaking out of your mouth he came down your sore throat and moaned your name.

Pulling out the both of them zipped up their pants and grabbed their stuff.

Oikawa leaning in on you he gave you a quick kiss on your cheek, all wet from the tears you shed seconds ago.

"Best whore I had so far."

Mumbling to yourself as they walked out leaving you behind all fucked up you said

"But Oikawa... I don't wanna be your best whore. I wanna be your only whore.

[anika-ann]

Words Whispered in the Dark

Type: Modern-college-professor AU - part of Attached series or a standalone

Pairing: professor!Steve Rogers x reader   Word count: 6250🙈

Summary: There are things, intimate desires, which people simply don’t want to talk about out loud. Since you prefer writing those down, it applies twice as much. 

Steve supports your writing – but what he’d think about your newest story… well, you’re not sure you wanted to know.

Warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, bondage, oral (M rec), consensual sensory deprivation, praise kink & body worship, ‘babygirl’, fingering, dom/sub undertones & implied age gap & professor-student dynamic & cumplay if you squint, language ---- (let me know if I missed any…why is the list so long wtf)

A/N: Can be read as a standalone. Part of the Attached ‘verse with professor!Steve.

A/N: For Siri’s 5K Soft Dark Challenge. Congratulations to the rightfully earned milestone ❤️ Thank you for hosting the challenge and kindly including even soft fics (even though I feel like my soft got lost in translation a bit).

Prompt: “Oh, honey, you weren’t supposed to see that.” - bold in the text, pls don’t @ me for the way I used it.

Stepping back into your and Steve’s shared bedroom and study room in one, you froze on spot, heart leaping to your throat.

You were lucky you didn’t drop your coffee and snack upon the sight of him, your fingers gripping the items tighter in surprise instead. But fuck, was it a close call.

Because few minutes ago, you moved to the kitchen to grab some refreshments for your brain. Relaxed air had settled over your tiny but loving household on a late Sunday morning; Steve was chilling on the bed, while you sat by your desk, laptop in your lap as your fingers danced over the keyboard, putting into words your latest… uhm, story. It was going great too and being able to steal glances at your gorgeous fiancé and muse in one person was a pleasant bonus.

Steve was, as sheepish as it sometimes made you, well-acquainted with your passion for writing, even rooting for you in his fully-supportive partner mode at all times. He read a few things of yours, both dirty and sweet ones, and he seemed to be genuinely enjoying himself. You weren’t hiding things from him, never had to; and damn, did it feel good for both of you.

So technically, you knew there was a chance you’d find him behind your desk, eyes skimming over your words since you left the computer opened, just like the document, but… well.

Nothing could prepare you for the sight on him actually doing it, shoulders tense, Adam’s apple bobbing, breathing shaky as his chest kept rising and falling irregularly.

Your own breath hitched at the sight, face feeling like set aflame, pulse hammering in your temples.

Oh no. Oh shit. This wasn’t happening--

Truth was, you really had no problem sharing your stories with Steve. But this one… well, fuck. You were so fucking screwed.

“Oh---oh honey,” you stuttered, the endearment you rarely used tasting foreign on your tongue. That was how out of it you were upon realizing what was happening here.

Steve was reading it. Steve was reading that thing. That shameless, entirely dubious thing that--- this was bad. Bad, bad, bad, really fucking bad—he hadn’t run for the hills before, no matter how filthy your stories got, but now he certainly would.

Steve’s head snapped to you at instant, cheeks flushed, eyes wide as he was caught red-handed.

“You- uh, you weren’t supposed to… see that,” you stuttered awkwardly, still unable to move an inch.

Maybe you should run for the hills just so you wouldn’t have to deal with the aftermath?

He didn’t react apart from spinning in the chair to face you, throat working again as his gaze trailed up and down your figure clad in a simple shirt and shorts, fluffy socks to keep your feet warm. Despite your plain outfit, his gaze burned with intensity and dare to say hunger, enough to stir heat in your belly.

Realizing this might be the last time you’d ever see him (okay, that was a bit of an exaggeration, maybe, but better safe than sorry), you let yourself to take him in as well, again, even if you knew every line of his body, every detail. The cut of his jaw, tendons in his throat tense as well as his shoulders, long fingers griping the armrests, legs slightly parted, accenting the unmistakable growing bulge between them.

Your heart skipped a startled and excited beat. Oh. Well. At least he liked what he read, you supposed, even if all bells in your head were ringing it alarm, because… that. That kind of story would be a little too much for him, you had thought.

Was it?

“Come here,” he whispered, voice hoarse as if he had just woken up, the same voice that caressed your ear as he rutted into you, in the lazy loving which so perfectly fit a morning like this.

Willing your feet to move, teeth sunk into your lower lip, your fluffy socks padded almost soundlessly against the floor as you obeyed his request.

He gestured for you to rid yourself of the items in your hands; once again, you obliged.

The second your hands were free, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you in for a dirty kiss, fingers sinking into your hair to keep you exactly where he wanted you. Sighing in relief, you relaxed into his affection and he wasted no time licking into your mouth, his free hand gripping onto your shirt (his shirt) to drag you into his lap.

A hazardous position in an office chair, one might think. But you had a lot of practice with your favourite professor.

Sliding lower in the seat and pulling you up, Steve positioned you to his liking, drawing an appreciative hum from you as his erection rubbed deliciously against your core. You felt him smile into the kiss at the little sound you made, his fingers digging into your flesh in order to press you into him further, rutting against your quickly dampening centre.

Okay, who were you kidding. You had been writing down your filthy fantasy, you were already soaked, Steve’s movements and apparent enthusiasm just adding to the heat. A whine escaped your lips when he withdrew a fraction, giving you a chance to breathe, hand slipping under your shorts to fondle your lower cheek.

“Well, I did see it, sweetheart,” Steve said lowly, a little too short of breath for the teasing to work in his favour. Still, your stomach twisted in anticipation of what was to follow. “And I want it.”

Your eyes snapped open, your lips parting in awe, butterflies erupting in your stomach. You met his eyes, dark pupils having almost swallowed the blue of his irises, gaze intent to prove his point. Fuck. You could come right now if he kept you sitting exactly as you were and watching you like that.

It was one thing to see him react to your fantasy laid bare for him to see – voluntarily or not – but him admitting it out loud, well that was just a whole new fucking level.

Now the idea of that actually being doable was planted in our brain and your core clenched at the wistful image you had painted with your words.

It took you another minute of staring at each other to realize what exactly he was saying without explicitly voicing it.

“Wait, right now?” you blurted out breathlessly, a single nod and a kiss to the corner of your mouth your only answer.

Fuck. Shit. Okay.

“A-alright. Let’s do this then,” you stuttered, as thrilled as nervous.

You didn’t expect that – but you weren’t one to let the opportunity pass. You framed Steve’s face with your palms, his beard rough against your skin, and pressed your lips to his in a hurried kiss, eager to get him where you needed him before he changed his mind. Last grind of your hips, swallowing his content hum, you climbed from his lap to search for something that would hold.

“Bed. Now.”

Your fingers were shaking a bit under his intent gaze as they slipped under his t-shirt, pulling it over his head. Steve was sitting on the bed now, legs parted enough for you to stand between them, watching our every move. You didn’t think you’d ever get used to the way he was looking at you – so tender, with longing and yet with such lust.

It lit your nerves on fire in the worst and best ways and that was alright with you, as long as you’d get to keep him.

He smiled at you softly, a little quirk to his eyebrow when he caught you staring and not springing into action just yet.

“What is it, babygirl?”

His hands trailing up your waist made it harder to answer.

You sighed, feeling your earlier confidence wavering. “You’re just so fucking pretty, it’s unreal.”

His lips curled up in a smirk, but the light in his eyes gave away just how much the compliment meant for him. He pulled you closer, a breathy kiss landing on your clothed stomach.

“That coming from you… could look at you all day, you must already know that,” he murmured to your shirt, sending a sparkle of courage up your chest.

You ruffled his hair and pushed him away with a chuckle, mirroring his previous smirk.

“Well, you won’t, not this time,” you sing-sang cheekily, stepping over his thigh to kneel on the bed behind him, hearing his breath catch, his hand brushing your thigh as you danced out of his reach.

Placing the scarf over his forehead first, you felt your insides twist in anticipation, fingertips tingling. God, you were really doing this.

“You ready, Professor Rogers?” you hummed to his ear, marvelling at the effect the title had on him, always, as his hands clenched into fists on his thighs.

“When you say it like that, babygirl? Yes, I am,” he grumbled, causing you to bit down on your lip.

Making sure you didn’t tie the knot too tight nor too loose, you moved the fabric so it would cover his eyes.

“Good?”

“Uh-huh,” was his wordless answer as you let your hands slid to his bare shoulders.

Steve was undoubtedly a specimen. He was every male-attracted person’s wet dream and you were the one getting your hands on him.  You thanked heaven and hell for it every day. The barely visible lines of his abs, toned chest… but Christ, it was his back that would be your downfall.

Allowing your hands to wander, your fingertips traced the hard lines of his deltoids, a featherlight touch making him shudder and your mouth to actually salivate. Dropping a kiss between his shoulder blades, you scooted closer so you were literally breathing down his neck, palms sprawled over his triceps, caressing his thick biceps, down his forearms and over his fists and all the way back up.

It was almost like a beginning of a massage, you supposed, but no one could blame you if you were enjoying the sensation on your palms a little too much. You didn’t get the opportunity to appreciate Steve’s physique like this often enough. So you indulged yourself a few more times, applying more pressure, dropping a kiss to the crook of his neck every once in a while. He winced at the accidental scrape of your nails up his forearm, causing you to halt in your movements.

“You still good?” you questioned quietly, genuinely worried for a second. You realized he had barely made a sound so far.

“You could say that, yeah,” he choked out you felt your lips curl up into a smile. Stealing a glance over his shoulder, you took notice of the unmistakable hard outline on his sweatpants and gleefully resumed your movements, nibbling on his shoulder before soothing the skin with a gentle lick. “Babygirl…”

“Yeah?”

“You know what. Don’t test me,” he warned, only making you smile wider.

“Or what?”

He turned his head to side despite not being able to see you, giving you a perfect view of how tense was his jaw. Oh, you could imagine the stern look he wanted to scold you with.

“Or you’re not gonna like what’s to come when I put my hands on you,” he threatened, sighing exasperatedly when you replied with a barely audible ‘promise?’.

“In all seriousness though… what if you… uhm, couldn’t?” you asked reluctantly, not keen on sharing what you wanted… but wanting it really badly. You were sensing a pattern within yourself, seriously.

“I don’t follow---  oh,” escaped him soundlessly as your fingers attempted to wrap around his wrists and squeezed to give him a hint. “I don’t know about that, I mean-“

You felt your hear sink in disappointment, but you tried not to let it show, wondering how to try to convince him one more time. Sure, if it was a no-no, then you wouldn’t force him, he never forced you into anything either and this was about your mutual pleasure, but… now, having him partially at your mercy, the idea nudged insistently on your mind and the image of him with his hands tied above his head while you could do anything you pleased… you might have been soaking the shorts and the sheets at that.

“We don’t have to, Steve,” you assured him kindly, hundred percent honest despite planning on playing dirty. Your hands moved to his abdomen, caressing their way up his chest, accidently brushing over his left nipple, your lips moving to his ear. “But I’d be so good to you…”

“Babygirl,” he whispered, out of breath as your hand wandered down his happy trail, slipping just under the hem of his sweats, the fingers of your other hand moving to the neglected nipple, this time shamelessly toying with it.

“I’d be such a good girl for you, Professor Rogers,” you promised, keeping the smile off your voice when you heard him gulp, his cock visibly twitching. “I’d be really, really nice. Don’t you want that, Professor?”

“Y-yeah, yeah, okay-“

“Good choice,” you said approvingly, dropping a kiss to his cheek, making him groan and probably regret his decision already. You stood up, quickly looking for something you could use. “Just so you know, I think this is where the same rule applies,” you noted matter-of-factly. “You don’t like something I do, you want me to stop at any point, you tell me. I really want this to be good for you, Steve. So. What’s the word?”

From the front, you could see the blush that spread over his chest, causing you to bite your lip and nearly stumble over your feet. Good lord, Steve blindfolded, all flushed and waiting for you on the bed so you could do your worst--- now that was a sight to behold.

“Uhm… Waterloo?”

You bit your cheek so you wouldn’t laugh at his choice. It was cute and ridiculous... but also kinda hot, because well, Steve’s brains were just another turn-on for you. Of course he would choose something like that. Professor Steven Grant Rogers, history buff, certified hot nerd, the sweetest man to ever walk the Earth.

You pressed your lips together to prevent yourself from smiling too wide. You didn’t even know why. It wasn’t like he could see you.

“Okay. Waterloo it is,” you said, swiftly moving to the closet when another idea popped in your head.

Slipping into a new outfit before heading back, you were rather satisfied with yourself as you grabbed the two ties you found prior. Not that it would actually hold him – it was about the idea.

“You’re taking a bit long, babygirl…”

“And? You mind?” you teased him, stopping to stand in front of him. “Have some… pressing issues?”

“Keep it up, babygirl, see what happens once this is over,” he bit back, only making you chuckle at the perfect pass.

“I think there’s something else that’s up--- sorry, sorry,“ you mumbled when his hand landed blindly on your thigh.

His brows furrowed when he felt the difference.

“You changed.”

“Uh-huh.”

His hand trailed up curiously, right under your miniskirt and you let him… just until air got stuck in his throat upon finding you with nothing but the generous amount of slick covering your core.

“Fuck-“

“Nope,” you replied cheekily, even if the flicker of his finger caused you to shudder, his touch like liquid fire at this point.

Fuck, you wanted him. You wanted him right now and you wanted him to take you in every way he wanted… but the idea of him at your mercy was appealing enough for you to control yourself.

You grasped his wrist and shoved it away; he allowed it, but not without whining pitifully.

“Lie down, Steve, please. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

“You better,” he grunted, unwillingly moving up the bed, obediently spreading out on the sheets and letting you guide his arms up as you climbed over him and tied his wrists together.

“Not too tight?”

He shook his head, a smirk crossing over his lips. You rolled your eyes at the double meaning, but you guessed it served you right.

Oh, but would you wipe that smirk off…

Securing the knot, you shifted to be face to face with him, lips hovering just above his mouth, breathing the same air and hoping to begin the sweet torture.

You had to admire his patience; despite definitely noticing your positions, Steve didn’t move an inch. It was up to you then – and the premise sent another thrill through your veins. Oh, you’d break him in the most delicious ways.

As soon as you erased the distance, his lips sunk into yours hungrily, wet and soft in the contrast to his beard, the sensation you adored, having you squirming above him until you remembered again that you were the one in control.

You kissed him with vigour, licking into his mouth, one hand still where his were joined, the other pressing against his chest. Your tongue met his, revelling at his taste and at another of his tries to dominate the kiss, to set things as they usually were. But as much as you loved it when he took charge… not today.

Parting abruptly, his lips following on instinct, you couldn’t but grin to yourself. Kissed his fingertips, you lingered at the one still glistening with your juices. You took it to your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and sucking lightly, feeling Steve’s heart speed up under your palm like crazy.

When you lightly grazed the skin with your teeth, his groan and the way his hips thrusted upward was the best reward you could get.

Kissing a trail down his arm – because goddammit you loved his arms – you hummed to yourself contentedly whenever you could feel the slightest shift of his body under yours and greedy for more contact, you allowed yourself to put most of your weight fully on him.

The choked sound it elicited from him startled you at first – until you realized that with your skirt hiked up, you weren’t the only one enjoying the skin-on-skin contact, your slick coating Steve’s lower stomach just above his sweats. Hopefully it was giving him ideas – it was certainly was to you.

Rustle of fabric, ragged breaths, occasional smacking noise when you moved up or left a small hickey on his shoulder and above his collarbone. Your fingers toyed gently with his nipples as you kissed his sternum before replacing your hands with your mouth once more, sucking, drawing a quiet whimper from him.

Fuck couldn’t get enough of the noises he was making. The pretty breathless moans of your name, the curses slipping from his lips… it was like music, but on a desperately low volume.

“What is it you always tell me?” you teased, lamely covering for the fact that your own arousal was nearly uncontainable. Shit, you loved how sensitive his nipples were… how much more sensitive he must have been now, no visual, laser focused on every touch instead? You wanted more… so much more. “Don’t hold these pretty sounds from me?”

Steve gritted his teeth at the remark, but as soon as you positioned your heat directly over his hard length and rolled your hips, he sang for you beautifully.

“Shit, sweetheart-“

The rush of confidence, the feeling of power was almost overwhelming – the image of him, lips parted in mute pleasure, certainly was. You were a little too close to climbing your own peak a little too quickly to your liking.

Sitting up straight, you undulated your hips few times, hands tracing patterns over Steve’s rapidly rising chest and abs. Much to his obvious dislike, you all too soon slid lower, your mouth making its way down his abdomen and then you finally, finally rid him of his sweatpants and boxers in one go.

His cock sprang free, hard and red at the tip, leaking just enough to cause your mouth to water and your thighs to rub together to give yourself some of the friction you craved so much.

Hands planted on his hips, you kissed along his hip bones and the apex of his thighs, taking your sweet time exploring everything you could – except for where you suspected he wanted you the most. You had to grin for yourself when you cupped his balls, causing him to hiss in relief, the muscles of his abdomen and legs clenching beautifully.

“Talk to me, Steve,” you hummed as you replaced your hand with your tongue, licking a stripe towards his base.

“Christ- don’t stop--“

“Eloquent as always, Professor,” you retreated, causing him to let out a growly sound you never heard before and had your core tingle, cunt feeling awfully empty.

Christ was right, alright. Seeing his chest heaving, fingers twitching as if he wanted nothing but to tug at your hair to keep you there and stuff your mouth full of his cock---  if you didn’t get some soon, you might actually combust.

So you put your mouth back to work on his sack again, fingers barely curling around the base of his cock, giving a first experimental stroke before you squeezed a bit tighter – and then swiftly moved away, his hips following on instinct in, craving more.

“For fuck’s --- how did I ever think you were sweet and nice?” he complained huskily, impatience lacing his voice.

You chuckled, but heard him out, leaving his balls in order to give more attention to his impressive and possibly painfully hard length.

“Beats me,” you retorted, hands busy with gentle strokes to his shaft. “I mean, we literally got together thanks to you finding out I wrote about sucking and riding your dick right in your office, Professor Rogers.”

“You little-“

His protests died in his throat, features twisting in wordless pleasure when you finally wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, delivering a few kitten licks to the tip. His taste exploded on your tongue, eliciting a content hum which he certainly felt too, because a jerk of his hips pushed him deeper to your mouth.

Slowly swallowing as much as you could without having him hit the back of your throat, you curled your hand tighter around the base and started bobbing your head.  

A string of breathless profanities left his mouth whenever you squeezed, only getting filthier when you hollowed your cheeks. It was all encouragement you needed to take him deeper, giving him a taste of heaven as his tip brushed the back of your throat.

“Babygirl, fuck, fuck, yeah--- just like that…”

Your own arousal became unbearable, a surge of hot need squeezing your insides at Steve’s praise. Slipping a hand under your skirt, you sighed in relief when your fingers caressed your lower lips, hips bucking forward in desperate need of more.

Your predicament was impossible to solve – you wanted him inside you already, so badly, but fuck the picture Steve made, even if blurry as tears prickled your eyes whenever he hit the back of your throat, was just too divine.

Lips crimson with how he kept biting at them to keep at least a little quiet, hair sticking to his forehead, muscles drawn tight like strings as he kept clenching them both unwittingly and consciously in hope to get you where he wanted you and the fresh taste of him whenever you did something he particularly liked--- you simply had to feast your eyes on him. And he couldn’t do the same… or take charge for that matter.

So fucking pretty like this.

And you were the only one seeing him like that, tied up, helpless against the assault on his senses sans vision. He gave himself up to you like that, willingly. The thought warmed you up inside out, enough to drive you nearly as crazy as if you were in his place.

Wasting no time with preparation you didn’t need, you pushed two fingers into your core at once, whimpering around Steve’s cock when you did. Your whole body relaxed, the pent-up desire easing a little and yet burning hotter. You pumped your fingers slowly, the sensation so blissful you had to remind yourself to keep working on Steve too.

Still, your actions didn’t go unnoticed.

“Are you—are you touching yourself, babygirl?” he whispered, tongue peeking out to wet his lips.

It took you a second to swallow the baseless embarrassment and literally swallow, causing Steve to let out a moan so wrecked and pretty you felt your pussy clamp around your fingers.

Hoping your words would come out less shy than you felt when saying them, you released Steve’s length with a wet pop to tease him some more.

“Yeah, I am…. Why? You want a taste?” you asked sweetly, clearing your throat that suddenly felt so empty.

The guttural moan that erupted in Steve’s chest was music to your ears, his cock twitching and glistening with fresh beads of precum a sight to behold.

“Yeah, babygirl… give it to me,” he choked out and the genuine desire in his voice was like a punch to your solar plexus. Your walls clenched around your fingers, the familiar coil in your abdomen tightening.

Swallowing a pitiful sigh at the loss, you stretched over the warm length of Steve’s body, gulping when his own parted in invitation.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Reluctantly, you let the fingers sticky with your juices brush over Steve’s lips, gasping when his tongue instantly slid out to lick at the essence eagerly, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“Fuck, always so sweet, babygirl…” he muttered, your breath stuck in your throat when his mouth blindly chased after your fingers before you could withdraw your hand.

“Oh my god-“ you choked out, mesmerized, your pussy clamping around nothing.

He sucked greedily, the image alone causing your hips to rut against his, your clit catching against his rock-hard shaft. Your eyes fluttered close in bliss, stars exploding behind your eyelids.

Unwittingly, you worked your hips faster, riding Steve’s thick cock even without having him inside. The friction, the soaked fabric of your skirt brushing against your clit, the sensation of Steve’s tongue lapping at your fingers as if he had his mouth on your pussy instead--- you felt the coil in your belly snap, the world turning white before you knew how.

You came with a broken cry, blissed out and shocked at the sudden release, but riding your pleasure out on instinct.

Grazing your fingers with his teeth as he let go, Steve spoke words so filthy our head spun.

“That’s it, babygirl. Fuck. Look how little my girl needed to come all over my cock. Using me so shamelessly.  You must have really wanted it, didn’t you…” he said, voice hoarse with a tint of smugness as you came back from your high, the dirty talk only already riling you up again.

You had no idea what just happened, but you had a feeling Steve immensely enjoyed it as he somehow got the upper hand on you despite being the one tied up.

For someone who was supposed to have all blood out of his brain and have it in his dick instead, he was way too smug… but you’d reverse it again. He had no idea what was about to hit him.

Stealing a kiss to taste ourself on his tongue, your fingers went to remove the blindfold.

Your professor was, in certain aspects, still just a simple guy – he liked a good visual. It was silly of you to rid him of it in the first place, no matter how much fun you had with it.

Steve blinked in surprise, squinting against the sudden light, while you slipped out of your bralette, leaving you in nothing but your very schoolgirl-like mini skirt. You smiled at him sweetly, kissing his mouth once more, thumb softly brushing his lips as you towered over him, nearly giving him a view of what was under the fabric.

“I always want you,” you whispered with a smile, your hand cupping your breast, gently tweaking your nipple, his gaze following the movement as his fingers twitched. You bit the inside of your cheek, hand slowly trailing down. “Want you to touch me, everywhere. Always so wet and ready for you…”

Dark eyes watched you as you slipped your fingers under the waist of the skirt, a tiny mewl escaping you when the pad of your fingers bumped into your clit.

You would have felt stupid trying to give him a show after you came after almost nothing, but the warning growl of your name once again assured you that unsexy was the last thing that came to Steve’s mind when looking at you. It warmed both your belly and your heart. You almost felt regretful for a moment that you were still keeping him hanging, neglecting his no doubt aching cock, but he thought he had the upper hand here.

He was wrong.

“Always thinking of you… even when I’m alone, always thinking about your fingers, stretching me so good, about you fucking me, so hard till I’m screaming your name,” you continued in hushed voice, revelling at how tight his jaw set, eyes narrowed, breathing once again picking up.

“Babygirl—”

“Oops, sorry,” you chipped, pecking his lips as you withdrew your hand, quickly drawing a trail of kisses down his chest and abdomen, unable to resist a lick here and there where the line of his muscles looked particularly tasty. “Just thought you’d like to see my mouth on you. You like to watch, Professor Rogers, no?”

He never got a chance to answer as you guided him to your mouth again, holding his gaze as he indeed watched, eyebrows furrowing, each breath hitching, soon chanting your name. You caressed his balls as well, tongue tracing the vein on the underside of his length, your other hand firmly around his base.

You were the first to avert his gaze as your eyes fluttered close so you could fully focus on your task, relaxing your throat.

“Babygirl--- fuck me-- I’m gonna-“

You eased up a bit, earning a frustrated growl, the corners of your lips rising a bit as you imagined the ugly glare he must have shot you.

Thinking about it, closing your eyes was a mistake.

You never saw it coming as a hand suddenly sunk into your hair, yanking you up face to face with him, alarmed eyes staring into black ones as his pupils nearly swallowed all the blue or his irises.

He had slipped out of the poorly tied bonds, clearly fed up with your shenanigans.

Ah-oh, sounded in the back of your mind.

Another part of you didn’t fail to notice that despite the swift movement and calling an end to your games, Steve’s fingers were careful not to pull too harshly, making sure he was cradling your head safely. Same when he rolled you over, trapping you under the hard lines of muscle you had been tasting a moment ago, protective cage of his arms around your head.

If you weren’t so startled, you would have swooned.

You never got the chance, because any possible sound was muffled by his mouth crashing into yours, hand slipping from your nape to your throat to keep you in place with a wordless warning, hips pressed to yours just in case you would want to escape.

You would never. Even if you had a hunch Steve was about to ruin you in a way that would have you feel it for days.

Having enough of your mouth for the moment, giving you a chance to gasp for air, he stared at you smugly, one corner of his perfectly red lips raised in a smirk.

“Wicked little thing, aren’t you?” he grunted, thumb caressing the hollow of your throat softly, causing you to gulp.

You summoned your best innocent look, doe-like eyes that usually worked. “S-sorry?”

A flicker of a smile as he forced his knee between your thighs, instantly pressing against your still sensitive core.

“I don’t think you are, babygirl,” he huffed, nosing the crook of your neck, biting down sharper than you expected, a yelp erupting from your throat. He soothed in with the pad of his thumb, smiling wide, something soft in his eyes when he looked at you again. You were so fucking baffled at what that meant. ”That perfect filthy mind of yours… and you still get a bit shy, huh?”

“W-what?”

“You know what I think, babygirl?” he whispered intimately, teeth grazing the shell of your ear. “I think that you left the document opened on purpose.”

Your rapidly beating heart stopped in your chest, wind knocked out of you completely.

Fuck.

You were so busted.

Steve had read you like a book wide open--- because of course he did.

Yes, there had been a great part of you who wished for him to see it, hoping in this exact outcome; there had been an equally great part dreading what he would think about you. Writing the story down, you were thinking a bit more with your pussy than your brain though, so you decided to leave it for Steve to read. If he went for it, maybe you’d get something from it. If he didn’t, you’d move on. No harm no fool, right?

Right. No.

Now he did know and saw right through your little trick. And damn, did he look proud of himself for figuring it out. You were in so much trouble.

Somehow, you were as horrified as excited.

Steve chuckled as you swallowed against your suddenly dry throat, eyes no doubt wide as saucers.

“Oh, you did. Too shy to ask for it, leaving that to me instead. My sneaky, needy girl,” he muttered, fondness and humour with a dark lilt in his voice.

“I—I didn’t know how-“ you stuttered, feeling your face burning in embarrassment at his tone, just a smidge patronizing.

You averted his gaze, a vain attempt really, knowing he wouldn’t let you. Slipping two fingers under your chin, he guided you to face him again.

“Didn’t know how… hmm… so you thought you’d play me? That’s really naughty, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry… Professor Rogers,” you added quickly in hopes to mollify him, indeed earning a sweet kiss.

“Oh, it’s okay, babygirl. You know why?” he tested you and you could only shake your head lightly, guessing at best what kind of revenge awaited you. “Because you’re my good girl and you’ll let me settle the score. I’ll play with you now. It’s only fair, no?”

Oh fuck, here it came.

For a brief second, his lust-filled eyes appeared startingly clear and sober, boring into yours with a serious question.

It’s only fair, no? he had said.

It’s alright with you if the roles reverse, right? was what he was truly asking, checking, always checking if you were okay, just like you had been checking with him.

Because sex was fun, but only if all parties were on board.

Because Steve was sweet, considerate, soft and loving and he was everything you ever looked for in a man and more. You trusted him. You always did and you trusted him now – he would make you feel so so good. It was never really a question.

“Y—yes, it is.”

“Good girl,” he praised you, causing your core to weep. And he knew it, oh did he know and shamelessly used it against you... a little payback to all the professor you’d been throwing around. “Close your eyes.”

And you did. The blindfold came first, then hands, his fingers skimming over your forearms teasingly, feather-light touch on your sensitive skin, before he finally brought them up and tied them together.

“You ready, sweetheart?”

No, you were absolutely not ready, but your body was buzzing with desire again at that point, so you breathed a soft yes. And maybe, just maybe… no matter how you had enjoyed driving him crazy, cheeky and full of feeling of power, this felt like home. Because you trusted him – and so you gave yourself to him wholly.

He hummed in contentment as you confirmed, causing you shiver as he nosed the skin under your ear. “Good. Because I’m going to wreck you for that little stunt of yours.”

His words tickled the sensitive skin and shit, okay, your nerve endings were tingling, the sensation amplified tenfold with your eyes covered. Steve really was going to wreck you.

Mouth moving to your breast, he took the nipple in his mouth, shifting so the head of his cock nudged at your weeping opening, pushing just a bit with a promise of a delicious stretch, almost, almost there.

“Please,” was all you managed to breathe out, growing impatient, hissing when gave a playful bite to the underside of your breast, sending a surge of arousal through your veins. You back arched, a mewl escaping your when Steve moved his hips away completely, denying you.

“And you’re gonna take it, aren’t you?” he muttered to your skin, lips trailing lower and lower, warm and soft, beard leaving behind a delicious burn.

“Y- yes.”

“Good girl. And what else are you going to do? Tell me,” he encouraged you, large palms pushing your thighs apart so he could fit the insanely broad shoulders between them.

Mind foggy with need, senses overwhelmed, you still had enough wits to understand what he wanted to hear.

“Thank you,” you breathed out.

“Damn straight.” His words were a damp hot blow of air against your mound, causing your hips to jolt as if your body was begging to be taken apart by him already – blissfully aware of how he would put it back together again.

And with an inevitable scratch to your lower lips and a kitten lick to your swollen bud for starters, Steve did.

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I sincerely apologize for twisting the prompt and not even being able to write a soft enough fic the one time I’m supposed to.

But I hope you enjoyed anyway.  I mean, if you made it to the end…

Thank you for reading :-*

Your Anika I’m-Not-a-Smut-Writer Ann

P.S. Fic loosely relates to one of the reblogs of this series: “You know one good thing about being an erotic writer is - you don’t have to talk about your embarrassing kinks. You want to tie your boyfriend up? You just email him a story about it 'subtly’ hinting at it.” Close enough?

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ʀᴏᴤᴇ ᴘᴇᴛᴀʟᴤ || ᴊᴊ ᴍᴀʏʙᴀɴᴋ ᴥ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ||

Happy Valentines day ♡

Word Count: 1.6k+

Genre: Fluff and Smut

Warnings: SMUT, gun, unprotected sex, kinky reader & kinky JJ, not proofread

Inspo: “Taking a bath with JJ... can be both fluffy and smutty” -Anon (v-day req)

I walk into my room seeing a bouquet of Roses laying on my bed and JJ walking out of my bathroom...

Just as I'm leaving work I get a text from JJ “are you home soon princess” “yea im getting in my car right now” I replied. 

I walked through the walkway, jiggled my keys into the lock and made my way up to my room. A pretty bouquet of red roses laid on my bed and my blonde boyfriend walked out of my bathroom and came to hug me. His muscular arms wrapped around my lower back loosely, whispering sweet little nothings in my ear as I buried my head in his chest smiling and blushing non stop. He slowly peeled himself off of me and said “the bath is ready���. “Okayyy” I said, dragging the ‘y’ as I was intrigued. He showed me to the bathroom, I walked in and saw a couple candles on the counter and red rose petals floating in the bath. “You gonna come in with me?” i said whispering softly “of course” JJ smiled. JJ got in first and opened his legs, letting me sit between them and lay back on his chest. The warmth and comfort he gave me was incomparable. “Your hair is so soft” JJ said as he gently played with it. I smiled “I didn't think you’d do something romantic” I laughed “dont say im not romantic” JJ said attempting to hold in his laugh “pfft” i rolled my eyes. “Fuck, its valentines day i want you to handcuff me and overstimulate me and do anything you can imagine” i said biting my lip breathlessly after the sentence. JJ began to get hard beneath me, “wow” “yeah uh we can have a bath another night” JJ said rushing me out of the bathtub “Yes, that’d be better” I smirked, drying off and running to my bed.

 “Why your bed when we have this whole house to ourselves all weekend” JJ walked up to me “then follow me” I started towards the door with JJ following closely behind. I later opened the door to my fathers office, turned around and smirked at him. He looks deeply into my eyes “remember how innocent you used to be'' JJ smirks walking into the office “yeah I don't miss it” I say lifting myself up to sit on the desk. JJ places both of his hands on either side of my thighs. I grabbed his shark tooth necklace and pulled him in for a kiss. “My dad would kill me if he found out” I muttered “but he wont'' JJ then silenced me with a kiss. Coaxing me to open my mouth with his tongue teasingly slowly licking my lower lip. I finally gave in, deepening the kiss as I pulled and played with JJs hair. His right hand slithered onto my thigh then slowly traveled up to my neck, choking me in the most perfect way. I let out a soft moan in JJs mouth, he pulled away with a string of saliva connecting to our lips for a split second. “You dirty, dirty girl” he said in a low tone smirking.

“You want it rough you said” I gulped and nodded at him with my eyes silently begging for any form of touch. JJ grabbed my thigh and started massaging it, “Im going to fuck you so good you wont be able to see straight after” “fuck” i moaned in a whispering tone. Without warning the blonde went straight for my neck, kissing, biting, and leaving hickeys all over, I tilted my head back in pleasure as he slowly moved to my collarbone doing the same. “You sound so good,” he praised. He began peppering my bare chest with kisses. He took both my boobs into his rough hands, manipulating them as he sucked on one of my nipples. “oh JJ” I moaned.

Shortly after he dropped to his knees and licked a stripe through the folds of my dripping pussy. His thumb rubbed circles around my clit leaving me a moaning mess already, He never ran short of the ability to please me. JJ inserted two fingers into me and began pumping instantly. I gripped the desk harder prompted by the intense pleasure. “You enjoying it princess?” “Fuck, yes, mhm” I managed to get out, with every pump in and out he went faster, rougher, and harder. “Maybank!” I squealed, squirting onto his fingers as he finally started to penetrate my g-spot. “Ple-ase JJ i n-need you” I moaned “not yet” he said in the most teasing voice I've ever heard. The orgasm that had been crawling up to me finally attacked, becoming invasive over everything, leaving me with no control whatsoever. JJ slowed his movements until they came to a stop alongside my orgasm.

“Lets go to your bed so i can tie you up exactly how you wanted” JJ smirked giving me a hand to hop off the desk. We went straight up to my room, JJ got out the box of things he had hidden in my closet and pulled out the handcuffs. I laid flat on my bed and put my hands above me head for JJ to handcuff me there. “Comfortable?” JJ questioned “yea” “guess what else i brought?” JJ said getting excited “what?” I asked with a slight smirk. He pulled his gun out of his backpack that rested on the floor. I bit  my lip watching JJ walk closer and closer to me with the gun in hand. He got on top of me, hovering over me, caressing my body with the ice cold gun. I looked deeply into his eyes that were bouncing from place to place on my body, soon meeting with mine. “You're so pretty” He admired, I smiled. He aligned himself with my entrance and began to thrust, holding the gun against my temple. “Oh my god you feel so good!” I exclaimed. “You take my cock so well babygirl” JJ said seductively, thrusting faster and faster. Every minute the sex went on he got more verbal, easily pulling more throaty moans from me. My walls clenched around him in the process of my high. “Harder JJ please!” moaned “you gotta beg for it princess” JJ said followed with a groan “I need to feel you destroy m-my insides” I begged. JJ finally gave me what i asked for, i watched as his blonde hair swung back and forth during every thrust.

“JJ right there!” I moaned nearly screaming. JJ’s near orgasm brought him to thrust as fast as he could, pleasing both of us. The room filled with our moans and other noises “Daddy! Oh my god” I said releasing on his dick, a surge of pleasure left me shaking. Although JJ hadn't cum yet he forced himself not to, he loved to see me over stimulated and he couldn't deny it. “JJ f-fuck” I groaned with my eyes rolling back. JJ brought the gun to my mouth so I began to suck on the barrel, enough to send JJ over the edge “fuck Y/n, youre so fucking hot”. JJ’s warm cum shot into me while he was moaning like crazy, I loved the feeling of JJ’s cum coating all my walls and filling me up entirely. Once he finished he pulled out and got a vibrator from the box. He placed it over my swollen clit. With no mercy he turned it to the highest setting, needing to see me lose my mind.

I squirmed around a ton. “JJ p-please its t-too much” I said, tears forming in my eyes “C’mon i know you can take it, you kinky slut” Not long until the over stimulation turned into sheer lust. “JJ fucking Maybank” I let out a loud throaty moan “look at the noises you make from me” JJ teased. He decided to grab my throat, I could feel the cold rings move around until his hand found its perfect place. “JJ I’m gonna cum!” I moaned. I released myself, being overtaken by ecstasy and the shivers of pleasure. “Good girl” JJ praised me. “Now get on your knees”. I was still in my hand cuffs so I got down off the bed with my hands behind my back. JJ grasped my hair and used it to force my head on him. He started bucking his hips making me gag but not enough to be choked. “Fffuck” He moaned in a groggy voice. I pulled back for a breath of air then taking the tip of his cock and going from there but agonizingly slow. He got tired of me teasing him pretty quickly and forced my head on him again.

“Mhm babygirl” JJ groaned sinfully. I looked up at him seeing that he was close to the finish line so I sucked him off even harder. “Fuck you feel so good” He praised moaning once again. “Im gonna c-cum” JJ stuttered in a moan. His white ropes let loose in my mouth, he watched as I swallowed all of it. “You did so good baby” JJ praised. "daddy?” JJ asked recalling what i said earlier “yes uh” I stopped my sentence “you should say that more often” JJ winked. 

“Can we cuddle now?” I asked getting into my bed “of course, and we can watch a movie too” JJ smiled. “Netflix?” I asked “yup” he said. We turned on netflix and picked a random movie but i fell asleep on JJ’s chest 10 minutes through.

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A Good Girl, Through And Through

******Quick note here. This was a dream that I had not to long ago. There are some descriptors of the male in the smut but its left open for you to add in who ever you want to imagine... for me it happened to be Jensen Ackles/Dean Winchester. (so I will tag it as such) I couldn’t tell which given the house was the one J&D showed on AD but he was dressed like Dean and sounded like him. so feel free to think of who ever you want... and please let me know if you want me to post more of the crazy ass smut dreams I have. Now please enjoy A Good Girl, Through and Through.******

"Strip." He commanded. I didn't hesitate to do as I was told. It's what I've been hired for after all. I took my clothes off and dropped them in a pile beside me.

"Over to my desk," he nodded to it in the corner. I walked over, my heels clicking on the tile floor. "Bend forward and put your hands flat on the desk, legs spread." He downed the rest of his drink and placed the empty glass on the table.

I complied with what he asked of me. I wanted to speak, but I wasn't given permission. He was tall, broad, and strong. His voice rough and deep, making me wetter with each syllable that passed his plump lips.

I didn't realize he moved till I felt his hand on my hip. Normally this is where the guy would tell me something along the lines of, "scream as loud as you want baby." Or even, "my name is… scream it for me."

He said nothing as he got to his knees. He placed both hands low on my ass and spread me. Before I could even brace myself I felt his tongue against me. Licking from my clit, over my entrance, and back again. I moaned softly, pushing back when his tongue passed over my entrance again.

He continued to lap at me in slow long strokes. I was dripping with his spit and my own juices. Finally after what seemed like hours he pushed his tongue into me, swirling it around as he brought his large callused hand down on my ass.

I jumped and let out a louder moan. He tongue fucked my cunt a few times before moving down to suck my clit, using his tongue to rub it quickly. My legs started to shake, my moans growing in volume. He moaned against me and smacked my ass again.

He was eating me out like a starved man given his favorite meal. All I could do was hold on and moan. Just when I thought he'd let me cum he pulled away. I wanted to look back at him, see what he was doing. See my juices smeared on his lips and beard but I couldn't. I refused to break the pose he had me in.

Finally he moved again. He pushed his tongue into my cunt one last time before pulling back and spitting on my entrance. I wasn't a fan but if he wanted it, I'd gladly take it. He used the spit as extra lube as he pushed two fingers into me.

I clenched around his fingers, moaning loudly. I wanted to beg for more, let him know I could take it, but the words died on my lips as he started fingering me fast and hard. My body rocked each time his fingers thrust in.

I felt them twisting inside me, pressing at different spots. He was looking for my gspot and he was close to getting it. He leaned forward and dragged his tongue over my asshole making my hips push back again, this time his fingers found my gspot and I cried out.

It was all too much. I nearly broke my role and spoke, but he started fingering me fast, keeping his fingers pressed to my gspot. His tongue was now working its way inside my ass and all I could do was let out high pitched moans and whines.

He knew I was close but he didn't give me permission so I held off. Part of me started to wonder if he remembered he had to give me permission.

When I reached my breaking point he pulled back and stood up. "Turn around and get on your knees." He watched my movement as I stood and faced him before lowering to my knees. The tile was hard and it would hurt my knees but I would never disobey or argue. I was a good girl through and through.

"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." I did as I was told, tilting my head back to look at him. He leaned down and shoved two fingers in my cunt again. I moaned as he swirls them inside me. When he pulls them out he stands up straight and looks at me.

"Do you have a gag reflex?" He asks and I shake my head no. His brow went up quizzically. "Let's test that." The fingers he used to finger fuck me were now being pushing into my mouth. My juices still coating them. He made sure to press on my tongue as he slid them deeper.

He passed where the gag reflex would be but kept going till he felt my throat. My eyes fluttered closed and I moaned around his fingers. He looked at me curiously.

"You like that?" He asks and I nod yes. "Keep your eyes open, on mine." I quickly snap my eyes open and lock stares with him. He starts to finger my mouth, keeping a heavy weight on my tongue. I moan softly, fighting against closing my eyes.

"Good girl." He pulls his fingers back and leans down to spit in my mouth. I hold still waiting for his order. "Swallow it." He growls and I do as I'm told. "Open up, tongue out." I resume my position.

He takes his hard cock out and if I had to guess he was a good nine inches, maybe ten. He was thick from base to tip. I'd be split in half but I'd enjoy every centimeter.

"Let's see how well you like this." He taps my tongue with his cock head before pushing in slowly. "Careful of the teeth sweetheart, don't need my cock to be grated." I tuck my lip over my top teeth, the bottom was covered by my tongue.

He started thrusting once his tip hit the back of my throat. I moan around him, loving the feel of his thick meat in my mouth. Every few thrusts he'd push deeper, eventually he was fucking my throat, gripping my hair to guide me on his cock.

I let him use me. Let him do as he pleased as long as I could take it. When it became too much I gave him the signal. He pulled out and let me breathe. When I was ok again I took back up my pose letting him know I could continue. He didn't waste time, burying his cock in my throat.

I kept my eyes locked on his as he fucked my throat raw. Moaning around him as he got satisfaction and my oral fixation got satisfaction. "That's it babygirl, swallow my cock." He pushed in as far as he could before reaching down to squeeze my throat with his hand. My eyes watered and my throat constricted around him but I could take it so I held on.

He let out a low, throaty moan that I knew vibrated in his chest. I wanted to run my hands up over his stomach to his chest to feel it. I wanted to climb him and have my way but this wasn’t about me, this was about him. I was his to use and I’d do as I was hired to.

He slowly pulled out till just the tip was left in my mouth. He looked down at me and gently stroked my cheek. “Look at you… Drooling over my cock like a bitch in heat.” He makes a tsking sound like he was scolding me but I could see the lust in his eyes, feel his cock pulsing against my tongue. “Stand up.” He growled.

I stood up and licked my lips, my eyes still on his. He pulled me close and pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to my lips. It was sweet and held a promise to care for me. When he pulled back he looked me over. “I’ve barely touched you and you already looked well fucked.” He cups my cheek and runs his thumb over my bottom lip; which was red and swollen from his rough face fucking. “On the couch, hands and knees.” He nudged me to the couch gently. I nodded and walked over. I get on the couch and take the asked position.

I could hear him get himself another drink, hear the ice hit the glass. When he walked over he placed the glass on my back. “Don’t drop that.” He stepped into view so I could watch him strip. Anytime I looked too relaxed he would stroke his cock reminding me what was to come. When he was naked I could see just how much of a man he was. He wasn’t just some muscle head that was sculpted abs and hard muscle. He looked strong like he could bench press me and not struggle one bit but also like hugging him wouldn’t leave me bruised. He was everything I wanted and more.

“How are you with cold?” He smirked and walked behind me lifting his glass. I was asked a direct question but it wasn’t one he wanted me to answer. He had the answer. He read it. I figured he’d tease me with the cool glass of his drink so when I felt his cold tongue press against my cunt I jumped slightly but relaxed and moaned loudly. He kept his tongue and breath cool with an ice cube in his mouth as he ate me out. I was dripping again, I could feel it down my thighs. My hands dug into the couch as I tried to fist them.

When the ice melted he put the glass down and got to his knees behind me. He teased his cock head between my folds. With how cold he left me I could feel heat coming from him and it made me shiver. “I’d relax if you don’t want me splitting you in half.” I could hear the smirk in his voice. This would normally have me rolling my eyes but with him I did as I was told.

I took a deep breath and relaxed. As I let the breath out he pushed into me making me moan low. I could feel every single inch of him. He was the biggest thing I’ve had in me and it scared me a bit how easily he fit. Soon he bottomed out and I swear he was in my womb. If I looked down I’d probably see the outline of his cock in my stomach.

He gripped my hips right where they curved so his grip wouldn’t slip. He was a pro. He guided me forward a bit then held me still as he pulled out. I whimper slightly feeling empty without him. I hear him chuckle. “I’m not going anywhere babygirl.” He pushed back in and pulled me back on his cock. I got what he wanted from me. He wanted me to meet his thrusts. On the next one I did it and he moaned in approval.

We found a rhythm working together to get off. Each thrust it seems like he was somehow getting deeper, making sure no other man would suffice. He was ruining me. I dipped my hips slightly and he kept fucking me harder, now his cock dragged over my gspot each time making me whine and moan for him.

“Look at you taking my cock like your cunt was made for me.” He growled and smacked my ass. I moaned again wanting to tell him I was made for him, I was made to be fucked by his cock. But I couldn’t. After tonight, I’d never see him again. Not like this.

He pulled out and sat back. “On your back, I wanna watch you take my cock.” I did as I was told, spreading my legs for him. He leaned down and spit on my cunt before using his cock to spread it around. He pressed his cock head to my entrance and watched as he started to sink into me. I arched my back, pressing my head into the couch. I moan, gripping the couch tight in my hands. “That’s it, scream for me, babygirl.” he groans as he starts to fuck me hard and deep. His hips slamming into mine making my body rock.

I cried out, enjoying nothing more than being used by him. Enjoying bringing him so much pleasure. I enjoyed my pleasure too but the look of pure lust and ecstasy on his face made it so much more worth the bruises and soreness I know I’ll feel tomorrow.

“Do you wanna cum, babygirl? Do you wanna cum all over my thick cock?” He said it in such a teasing way I almost wanted to say no but I didn’t. I nodded my head, letting him know how bad by tensing up and moaning so loud my voice cracked.

“Cum for me.” He growled and started rubbing my clit in fast circles. I saw sound and tasted colors as my orgasm took over. My whole body tensed till it lifted off the couch, a cry of his name the only thing heard in his big lake house. He kept thrusting never once letting me forget his cock. When I finally couldn’t take it he pulled out and lowered me back to the couch. He crawled over me till he was on my chest then jacked his cock. I leaned my head up to wrap my lips around the tip. I sucked and licked the few inches I could get till he came. Spurt after spurt of his hot cum hitting my tongue and throat.

When he was done he pulled out and had me show him before allowing me to swallow. I laid back as he got up and got dressed. “The money is on the counter… A car is waiting, whenever you’re ready.” With that he left me to recover and see myself out.

[team-free-will-you-idjits-67]

Ain’t My Fault

DESCRIPTION: Who knew dancing could changed everything forever? 

CHARACTERS: Dean Winchester, Reader

RELATIONSHIP: Dean Winchester x Reader

WARNINGS: SMUTTTTTT. Like, hella smut.

WORD COUNT: 1880

AUTHOR’S NOTE: HEYYO! This was a request from the lovely @rileynicole1967. She wanted me to write a one shot based off Zara Larsson’s song “Ain’t My Fault”. Well, it’s pretty dirty and based off the lyrics, thats exactly how it was meant to be. I did use lyrics from the song and they will be bolded within the story! I hope you enjoy it! 

MASTERLIST / DEAN WINCHESTER MASTERLIST

The boys had left, Sam to go see Eileen and Dean to go for a long supply run, so you dragged your small bluetooth stereo system out into the library. Your hips swayed along with the quick beat of a song you barely knew, the few drinks you’d had before this certainly helping your rhythm as you danced between tables. 

Halfway through the song, your glass of whiskey was empty. You continued dancing over towards the small rolling bar that Dean made sure was fully stocked with hard liquor. You bit your lip as you poured your whiskey, the amber liquid sloshed around in the glass partly from your dancing but also from the buzz that was building in your head. 

Soon enough, the song changed and Led Zeppelin’s ‘Communication Breakdown’ started playing. You fell easily into the familiar beat, closing your eyes as you roamed through the library, bumping into the tables as you danced. You sang every word, knowing it from your long night drives with the boys after hunts. You didn’t hear when Dean returned sooner than you expected. The music was too loud to hear the bunker door shut, Dean’s boots stomp against the metal stairs and him pulling out a chair from the map room table. 

You turned around, stopping mid motion when you saw Dean, feet propped up on the table and sipping a beer slowly. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he chuckled and said, “Oh c’mon sweetheart, don’t stop the show. I just got settled in to enjoy it.” 

You smirked with a soft blush raising to your cheeks, “Oh really, Winchester?” You began swaying your hips to the music again as you walked down the steps to the other side of the map room table. You set your glass down onto the lit up bench, and closed the short distance between Dean and yourself with sensual movements. You pushed his feet off the table and spread his legs to dance up close and personal to the eldest Winchester. You could see Dean gulp hard as his eyes fixed themselves to your face, “How are you liking this show?” 

His eyes trailed down your body, an action that normally would have embarrassed you but the whiskey clouded brain you currently had made you more confident in your decisions, “Oh, sweetheart. I’m enjoying it more than you would know.” He sat back in his seat, digesting the new side of you he was seeing. 

He shifted in his seat, moving his legs and accidentally tripping you. You fell into his lap and giggled, “You just made me trip, fall, and land on your lap.” 

Dean bit his lip softly and smiled, “See, you’re too irresistible to not be in my lap.” 

You repositioned yourself to face him and pushed your chest into his as you wrapped your arms around his neck, “Oh really, Winchester?” 

He eyed your lips, “Yeah, that’s for sure.” 

Crimson embarrassment quickly flooded to your cheeks as you debated giving in to the sexual tension that had been building between you two for months or ending this before it went too far. You looked down at his plump, luscious lips and decided, “Please don’t blame me for what ever happens next,” and dipped to connect your lips with his. 

You could tell he was surprised at first but soon his lips moved along with yours, getting hungrier for more the longer you kissed. You both grabbed at each other, pulling off layers of flannel before Dean wrapped his arms around your torso tightly and he stood up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he walked through the bunker, feeling his erection grow with the increased pressure. 

He rounded the corner of his bedroom and kicked the door closed before throwing you on to his bed. You giggled as you bounced against the mattress but soon quieted as you saw Dean’s expression. His eyes were dark and shadowed with lust, his bottom lip was caught between his teeth as he inched his way towards you. 

Dean crawled up the bed and laid down beside you, caressing your cheek as his eyes darted between your y/e/c eyes and rosy, kiss swollen lips. It was almost like he was giving you the chance to back out, but with the effects of the whiskey fading, you realized you’d wanted this for awhile, you just never had the courage to give in to temptation. You pulled at his dark gray t-shirt, bringing him closer to you. Smiling, you looked at his lips and then leaned in. You melted into each other as you kissed, limbs entangled together, clothes grabbed and pulled, and soon enough you both laid in your underwear beside each other. 

You shifted, getting on top of Dean without breaking the kiss. Running your hands down his arms, you intertwined your fingers with his, pulling his hands above his head as your ground down onto his clothed member. Arousal pooled within your panties, soaking through the thin cotton as you continued your ministrations. 

Dean pulled his hands away from yours and wrapped them around you back. His fingers slipped around your bra band with ease and tugged at the clasps, undoing it quickly before removing it in one swift motion, all while never breaking your kiss. Your nipples hardened against the cool air now surrounding them, shifting Dean’s focus towards them as he felt them brush against his chest. 

His lips strayed from yours as he kissed down your neck to your chest. He took his time as he brushed his lips against your left breast before taking your nipple into his mouth softly. His tongue grazed against the soft, pink, bud as his fingers pulled at the opposite hardened peak. You arched your back from his touch, pushing your chest further into his face and hand. You ground your clothed core onto his erection once more, causing Dean to growl against you. Your smirk from his reaction quickly turned into a gasp as he nipped at your nipple and then flipped you onto your back. 

“You aren’t going to tease me anymore like that, babygirl.” He rutted himself against you with a smirk as you squirmed beneath him. “It’s your turn now.” 

You whimpered, “Oh c’mon Dean, I wasn’t teasing that bad.” 

He let out one, deep chuckle, “Doesn’t matter.” He made his way down your body, kissing your silky skin between every word, “What. You. Do. To. Me. Gets. Done. Twice. As. Bad. To. You,” before he settled between your legs. You squirmed, causing him to laugh quietly to himself, “Get ready, babygirl.” 

Dean kissed your thighs, giving attention to every paled scar, yellowing bruise, and bump from broken bones from hunting. Giving no attention to the area that you wanted him to. Arousal continued to pool and soak through your panties, which Dean soon noticed and bit his lip towards. “Damn, Y/N. Soaking already?” He ran a finger around the band of your panties with a smug grin, “I’ve barely touched you.” You shot daggers at him briefly for the comment but they went unnoticed. 

He slipped another finger through the waistband and slowly pulled your panties down your legs before throwing the wet fabric across the room, Dean’s focus followed your underwear until they landed on his desk. When his focus shifted back to you, he groaned when he saw your clit glistening below him. 

You blushed at his reaction and looked towards the ceiling to try and conceal your slight embarrassment, but Dean’s fingers grazing your slit made you look down towards him. He took his time, ignoring the arousal swollen bud that was in his face, tracing your entrance with his finger and gathering your slick on the tip. He turned his finger slowly, looking at the light bounce off his arousal covered finger. Plunging the finger into his mouth he closed his eyes and sighed, “Mmm, don’t you taste good.” 

You squirmed once again, “Dean, please.” 

He bit his lip as he looked up towards your face from between your legs, “Please what?” 

You growled in frustration. “You know what I wan-,” you cut yourself off with a gasp when Dean dipped his head and wrapped his lips around your clit. He sucked and licked at the nub slowly, as his fingers entered you lazily, both his mouth and fingers worked in unison to bring you towards your climax quickly.

You moaned beneath him, grabbing at the sheets as you felt the slow burn in your belly turn into a raging wildfire. “Dean,” you gasped out.

His mouth left your clit for a second so he could praise you, “That’s it. Be a good girl and cum for me, Y/N.” Dean’s lips wrapped around the bud once more as he worked his fingers slightly faster, waiting for you to come undone beneath him. 

“Fuck!” You moaned as you pulled at the sheets, your orgasm washing over you rapidly. Dean removed his fingers and swept his tongue through your slick, taking one last taste before he got off the bed to remove his boxers. You stifled a gasp as you watched his member bounce in the air from his waistband catching, the length and girth better than you imagined. 

He climbed back into the bed quickly and settled between your legs once more to line himself up with your entrance. His tongue peaked out between his teeth as he pushed into you slowly, both of you groaned until he was fully sheathed inside you, fitting perfectly. “Fuck,” he chuckled out. “Better than I imagined.” 

You giggled, “I could say the same to you.” 

Dean grinned and then began thrusting gradually falling into the perfect rhythm. The tip of his cock rubbed against your g-spot perfectly. Your fingers dug into his back, your nails leaving red trails down his bronzed skin, as another orgasm snuck up on you. You clenched around Dean as you came down from your high. Secondary waves washed over you, causing you to contract around him periodically, bringing him to his climax rapidly. His thrusts began to falter before he came with a grunt. 

He fell onto the bed at your side and pulled you towards him, kissing the top of your head as you shifted in his arms to lay your head against his chest. “Well,” he snickered, “That was something that I never thought would happen.” 

You buried your face into his chest with a giggle, “I told you not to blame me for what happened next.” 

He pulled away slightly and slid his hand beneath your chin to pull your face up to look towards his. “I would never blame you for this.” He looked into your eyes and placed a soft kiss to your lips, “This was something that I wanted, hell, I think we both wanted to happen for a while.” His eyes crinkled in the corners as a small smile crept onto his face before he pulled you into his chest, “This should have happened sooner.”

You sighed as you wrapped an arm around his waist, “It definitely should have.” 

It didn’t take long for you both to fall asleep within each other's arms for the first time of many to come. 

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[yulight]

Hush

Description: That’s it.. He had enough of hearing your mouth run, he was done with your lack of listening a punishment is do and Tonight, he will teach you how to act like a good little girl.

WARNINGS: Smut, Suggestion of BDSM D/S relationship , Hairpulling, Spanking, Impact play, Use of a belt , Oral(male receiving) unprotected sex(suggestion of birth control) Hard Dom!Chan, Bratty!Reader Daddy Kink, . Size Kink(Reader)

Word Count:2,022

Pairing: Bang Chan x Female Reader

                                                                    Reader  Teaser 

You found it fun, it was enjoyable to watch Chan get riled up. As you sat practically on Changbin’s lap giggling at every little joke he made. Your boyfriend sat at his desk, his jaw clenched as he focused on the screen before him that until you open your mouth.

“Changbin at least you give me attention unlike Chris over there” Changbin would open his mouth to reply however the bang that happens from the other side of the room, force you both to turn to look at Chan was now standing up looking directly at the both of you. “Changbin out now”

                                    This will be bold to skip to smut

You hated it, it made no sense. Why would Chan drag you to the studio, if he wouldn't even spend time with you he just sits at his computer for hours while you sat around in the room with nothing to do. Three hours have already passed, your phone was not that interesting anymore. You let out a loud groan while you looked at Chan hoping for a reaction but he was far too stuck into the computer screen before him. You stood up walking around the small room, a small knock when against the door before it open.

You couldn't help but smile when you say who opened the door “BINNIE” you couldn't help but yell as you ran to hug him, he would let off a small chuckle as he wrapped his arms around you. “Hey, is he still working on the song?” Chan removed his headphone as he turned around “You’re late I texted you an hour ago.” Changbin would shrug a bit as he laughed “the dorms were a mess, I had to help Seungmin clean it, Minho wouldn't let me leave” Chan would let out a sigh before looking back at the computer screen fixing his headphones. “well, I already fixed the problem so I guess you can stay and entertain Y/N since She sooooo bored” he would say as he rolled his eyes.

You would scrunch your nose, as you sat down on the couch crossing your arms. Changbin would sit down near you as he pulled out his phone, “oh what am I not good enough” Changbin would joke as he ruffled your hair light before you slapping it away “Changbin it's not that” you huffed lightly before letting your arms fall to your legs. “it's just I won't be so bored if there was something to do” Changbin shrugged a bit. “maybe you could... Nevermind”

you looked at Changbin as you titled your head “no tell me” you inched yourself closer to Changbin as you looked up at him Changbin let out a small laugh “I was gonna say you could, just hang out with the Girls itzy or twice who are typically downstairs But you don't know them that well so it be awkward” you nodded in agreement “well I know them they don't know me, actually I still a huge twice fan”  Changbin couldn't help but laugh “wait did you used to make dance cover videos too”

“shut up” you slapped Changbin’s arm as you felt a bit embarrassed “I mean come on you guys literally dance to twice all the time” Changbin would narrow his eyes as he huffed “yeah but we have too that’s our job”

“sure, I mean but Chan he better at dancing to girl groups anyways” You and Changbin both laughed as you kept poking jokes about how talented Chan was at dancing to female groups. You found it fun, it was enjoyable to watch Chan get riled up. As you sat practically on Changbin’s lap giggling at every little joke he made. Your boyfriend sat at his desk, his jaw clenched as he focused on the screen before him that until you open your mouth.

“Changbin at least you give me attention unlike Chris over there” Changbin would open his mouth to reply however the bang that happens from the other side of the room, force you both to turn to look at Chan was now standing up looking directly at the both of you. “Changbin out now”

Changbin would quickly stand himself up pushing you away from as he made his way out of the room, faster than you expect him to react. you sat there on the couch looking up at your boyfriend. He wasn’t happy, he is beyond pissed actually. The veins in your neck were pulsing his jaw clenched tighter and tighter. The air felt thin it grew harder to breathe, every passing second felt like minutes. “Ch-”

“Shut up, I don't wanna hear whatever stupid little excuse you have” Chan walked over to you as his large hands wrapped around your chin forcing you to keep eye contact while he spoke. “Now I know you lack this skill, but I need you to listen to me and if you don’t you will regret it you understand “ you nodded slowly as you whimpered.

“good girl, now I don't wanna hear you talk better yet I don’t wanna hear you make a single sound The only time I wanna hear you speak is if you need to use the safe word understood” You swallowed hard as you looked at Chan trying to think how things ended up here. “I said, do you understand, or are you that fucking stupid that you really can't listen for longer than two seconds“ your eyes widen as you shook your head, truthful you did half listen to him however you knew you something about no taking and safe word, giving you an idea of what was said.

Chan would growl softly under his breath as he let go of your chin pointing to the floor before him “Floor Now” You would quickly throw yourself on your knees before him on the floor looking down at the floor. Chan snapped his fingers making you raise your head to look at him dumbfounded, God did you look like a deer in headlights ever since he told Changbin to leave. Chan would tilt his head as he looks down at you. “See I try many times you play nicely with you Y/N, But you just keep acting like a brat and now it's time for a real punishment” Chan spoke as he slipped his belt off as he grabbed your hair pulling you off the floor. causing you to wince in pain “bend over the couch, and remember stay quiet”.

You nodded, as you turned yourself around slowly as you bent over the armrest of the couch, your elbows giving you support on the cushions as you kept your hands near your face to muffle any sound to escape. Chan stood behind you as he dragged the belt up you thighs watching your squirm under him. His free hand would need your plump ass before pulling your skirt up. “hmm let's see how quickly your ass reddens”

You didn’t even have time to fully hear what he said before the first swing of the belt met your ass, you cover your mouth quickly biting down onto your hand as you choked on your breath. WHACK- another quick hit on the same spot, causing you to push yourself away from Chan further over the couch. “seriously Y/N?” Chan grabbed your waist pulling you back in the spot “Can’t you just be a good girl? and to think I was gonna fuck you after this?” Chan shook his head as he held you down adding another hit this one far harder than the last two. making you lose your balance against the couch as your knees started to buckle under you the tears started to stream down your face, you couldn't even make a sound if you wanted to every sound you wanted to make got stuck in your throat.

Chan needed your ass again smiling to himself as he looked at the bright red imprints he left, his soft touches feeling completely opposite on your burning backside, everything felt let it was on fire you finally about to catch your breath as you let out a gasp as you felt your hair being pulling again as you were moved off the couch, your knees hit the ground as you looked your face meet with Chans cock, when did he unzip his pants.as you looked up at him in aw Chan cleared his throat “come on Babygirl, you act like its the first time you've seen my dick”

you would be lying to yourself if you didn’t love feeling so small next to Chan, wrapping your small hands around the base of his length you would lean in slowly giving small kitten licks, on the tip of his cock tasting the sweet and salty mixture of his precum. God, you're so thankful that Chan drank so much pineapple juice, His cum always tasted more sweet than salty. smirk as he watched your face watching how much you enjoyed just licking his dick.

“enjoying yourself princess?” you would nod softly before licking down his shaft, before placing the tip of his dick into your mouth lightly sucking the tip as your tongue runs circles around the tip. Chan would run his fingers through your hair as his fingers fell down your face he gently caresses your cheek “Did you forget this is a punishment? ” Chan bite his lip as he felt you bob your head further down his length.

He would hum softly as he held your hair in his hand, as he started to lightly thrust into your mouth moaning softly as you gag against him. Looking up at Chan as he fucked your throat was a beautiful site the way his eyes closed tightly, and how his chest rest and fell. not to mention the sounds that left his plump lips. the little ahs and mhms, would amazing make everything hotter.

Chan would open his eyes as he looked down at you “fucking hell don't look at me like that fuck..” pulling himself out of your mouth and he grabbed you throwing you on the couch grabbing your hips raising them up in the air making your skirt rise up as he pulled your panties to the side “remember not a god damn sound, and don't make me regret giving you what you want” Chan rub the tip of his cock against your entrance.

you let out a small whimper into the couch cushions hoping it muffled the sound, as Chan let a quick slap to your already bruised ass before pushing himself into you slowly. he let out a small groan as he threw his head back hissing as your walls tighten around him. Chan would bend down as he kissed your the back of your neck softly. his Hands would grip onto your hips as he slowly started to pull back before slamming back into you rougher than you expect you would have completely fallen onto the couch if it wasn’t for Chan holding you.

Chan set the pace Fast, with every thrust he hit against your sweet spot having your eyes rolling back against your head, your walls tightening around him Chan slap your ass, harshly as he growled “come on cum all over daddies dick” Chan thrust grew slower yet harder-hitting onto your sweet spot, your back arched as your jaw dropped every sound being caught in your throat a silent scream leaving as your throat as you cummed harder than you ever causing you to squirt, getting it all over the couch under you, as Chan see to be impressed with himself as he fucked into chasing his own high as his thrust get sloppy “my baby girl got worked up over her punishment she started squirted all over her daddies dick”

You started to squirm, tears streaming down your face from the force of your orgasm and now overstimulation making your bit down onto the couch below you Chan would grab your hips tightly pulling you back against his trust as he loud out a loud groan filling you up with his cum, Chan would take a few deep breathes before slowly sliding himself out of you sitting down on the couch pulling you into his lap. your legs would twitch softly as he wrapped his arms around you kissing your forehead. “are you okay baby girl?” you nodded softly before he shook his head “use your words now sweetie, it's okay”

You open your mouth to speak but only making small mewling sounds as he let a small chuckle left his lips before he showered your face in kisses he reaches over to the small table grabbing the bottle of water handing it to you “drink up sweetie, you did so well”

[smutggukk]

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7:00 am

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“Ring ring”

letting out an annoyed groan, I sit up on the bed, and glare at the alarm clock, as if it’s an actual person, why? Because why not? (Let’s pump it up 💃 Stan loona)

Lifting up the blanket, I shut off the alarm clock and head to the washroom still half asleep, I do my morning routine and change into a suit.

Grabbing my car keys and work stuff, I head to school, working as a school principal was not really what I expected to work as, but what could I do when I desperately needed a job after getting fired? Thank god for my sister who introduced me to this job and helped me get it. Nonetheless I work hard, besides I’m pretty popular and get talked about a lot, I’m actually the first female principal they’ve had.

Walking into school I look around to see everyone’s eyes on me, some smiling, some waving at me, of course I greet them back, and walk to my office with a giggle, loving the attention, placing my things on the desk, I sit down getting to work.

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Time skip; 9:00 am

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On a call with my mom, I hear a knock on my office’s door, quickly hanging up, I tell the person to ‘come in’, of course as usual, the ‘bad boy’ of the school walks in with a smirk, “missed me, pretty?” He chuckles sitting down the chair right in front of my desk and spreading his legs wide, I sigh watching his every move “you know jeon, you spend more time in my office than in class, why don’t you just live here?” The sarcastic side in me comes out.

“That’s a great idea, gorgeous, I hope you don’t mind?” He snickers messing with me, “what happened this time? Let me guess, you either replied back to a teacher or didn’t pay attention to class” “Bingo!! Both this time, you guessed right, want a prize?” “I’d rather you start paying attention to your studies, I’m serious” “I’d rather study you” he says with a wink, I couldn’t help but crack a laugh at his remark.

“Don’t you want good grades and stuff? Don’t you wanna grow up and live a good life?” “Of course, but who said I need good grades to live a good life?” “You’re not wrong little guy, but you kinda do?” He scrunches his nose, “little guy?” He lets out a raspy chuckle, kinda turning me on when i shouldn’t be, he continues “- well you see Ms Yn...”

Somehow the way my name rolls of his mouth gives me butterflies, is it bad that I have a tiny crush on him when I shouldn’t?

He leans closer to me, his index and thumb fingers holding onto my chin gently, “I’m not little, I’m pretty big if you’d like to find out?” He sends another wink my way, making me flustered, I get ahold of his wrist and place it down on the desk “I’d rather keep it professional, big guy”

He scoffs out a chuckle making me shake my head, “you didn’t decline the offer though?” He raises his brows, leaving me quite speechless, “hm? Cat got your tongue?” I sigh with a small smile visible on my face “you’re pretty annoying jeon” “but you love it, just admit it” “don’t make me give you detention” “detention with you wouldn’t be so bad, so ill gladly take the offer”

This guy just never stops, “what am I gonna do with you” I rub my temple, “pfft, am I that annoying?” “Yes actually, I would even quit my job to not see your face” he nods and looks away, did i go too far? “Wait no, I didn’t-“ “I understand, ill head back to class” he stands up, leaving before I could say anything.

Shit, why the hell did I even say that? I should apologize when school ends, i’ve never felt this way for a person before, I’ll just check what’s his last class on my computer and check on him.

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Time skip; after school

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Packing my things, I quickly get up from my seat, grabbing the keys to my office and locking it, running to jungkooks last class which is chemistry, knocking on the door, I slowly open it, to be seen with just a couple of students including jungkook.

Looking around I see no teacher, the class ended quick I guess, seeing jungkook walk pass me but I stop him, “wait jungkook!” He turns around and stares at me with an expressionless face, making me gulp.

“Could u come to my office please? I would like to have a talk with you and apologize..” he shrugs “I don’t know” “please? It’ll be quick? Some students are finding us suspicious so come on” thankfully he follows me and crosses his arms.

“What is it Ms Yn?” He says bored, “look jungkook, I’m really s-“ “save it” he goes to leave but I quickly hug his back, making him tense up, “I didn’t mean it... I don’t know... why I even said that..” I whisper against his toned back “Ms Yn-“ “no jungkook, I’m deeply sorry for saying that, I’m not sure why I said that, when I didn’t mean it..” a tear trickles down my cheeks for some unknown reason, maybe because I’m afraid he’ll just ignore me.

He feels his back dampen up and turns around hugging me back, he rests his head on my shoulder taking in my scent, “it’s okay, I forgive you, don’t cry..” he mumbles, and kisses my shoulder making me feel nothing but a whole zoo in my tummy.

“I’m sorry..” I sniffle, as he smiles facing me, he kisses my tears away making me widen my eyes, “i told you it’s okay, you’re forgiven pretty lady” even after all that he manages to flirt, this time I decided to flirt back surprisingly.

“Thank you, handsome” I giggle shyly and hide my face in his fit chest, he smiles at my shy state and ruffles my hair, “great job princess, you did amazing, don’t be shy” “learnt from the best” I wink at him and blush immensely.

He stares at my eyes, as he slowly trails his stare to my lips, knowing what’s gonna happen I let it be, maybe because I want him just as much as he wants me, within a blink of an eye, his lips connect like mine, as if they were made for eachother.

I pull onto his collar, wanting nothing but him, his hands make their way to my ass and give them a little squeeze making me smile into the heated kiss, one of his hand remains on my ass as the other travels back up to the back of my head and pushes me closer causing our bodies to crash on each other.

He lifts me up with the help of my thighs, and walks over to the couch, careful not to trip over, before we could continue any further, I pull away taking a deep breath, “w-wait jungkook..” “what is it? Are you uncomfortable? I’ll stop if you want, we don’t have to-“ “jungkook no no.. it’s not that, I wanna continue.. but the door is unlocked and someone could walk in on us” “oh right.. I didn’t think of that”

“Where’s the keys?” He asks, “it’s on the desk, right beside my bag” he walks over to the desk, still managing to carry me, quickly locking the door he doesn’t hesitate before kissing me hungrily, and places me on the couch not breaking our kiss, feeling his hand run through my hair before pulling it back making me pull away from the kiss panting heavily.

Kissing my jaw, he creates hickey all around my neck and collarbone, making me moan out from the feeling, while one of his hands is still pulling my hair back the other squeezes my hips before dragging it higher, playing with my clothed nipple, making me gasp, “oh.. jungkook..” I moan delighted, “babygirl .. it’s daddy, understand?” He squeezes my sensitive nipple tip, making me let out a curse, “y-yes daddy..”

He chuckles feeling loving the feeling of being in control, after many hickeys, he pulls away, making me whine, I watch him stand up, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, with his strong gaze on me, I watch his veiny hand pull off his shirt, oh how bad I want him in me, “daddy..” I mutter loud enough, “what is it princess?” My mouth waters, looking at his well built figure before looking up into his lusty eyes, “I want you.. so bad, please..” “strip for me.”

I widen my eyes yet still obey him, I take off my suit jacket somewhere in the room, my hand comes in contact with the first button, slowly removing it as my eyes never leaves his gaze, throwing the shirt away along with the suit pants, I’m left with my undergarments, he crouches down facing my chest, he looks up at me and smirks “should daddy help with your bra and panties?” “Yes, please” “gladly”

Removing your bra he kisses your soft skin, his tongue proceeds to move lower and lower til he’s sucking on my boob, making me throw my head back, “oh sh*t jungkook...!” I get ahold of his hair and pull on it unconsciously, “mmhm” he hums on my boob making me moan out a half scream (?) with last peck, and a kitty lick on my nipple making me let out a shaky breath.

“F*ck, I need you right now” he pushes me onto the couch, taking over, while sucking on my lower lip, he completely removes his pants and boxers, along with my panties, he bites my lip and pulls on it before his finger swipes against my folds, making me whimper underneath him.

His finger coated with my wet juices, making him lick his lips, “hm, seems like someone is already leaking wet for daddy.. hm?” I nod at his words as my hand which is placed on his shoulder, slowly moves downwards, tracing his abs before it gets ahold of his rock hard c*ck making him gasp quietly in satisfaction, I slowly knead it making him hum and close his eyes, smirking my thumb caresses his tip making him open his eyes and glare at me, “don’t tease me p-princess.”

His hoarse voice sends shivers and goosebumps along my skin, making me smile in innocence, “who said I’m teasing you?” He chuckles before spreading my legs, entering me making me open my mouth wide, exhaling as I grip onto his biceps at how thick and long he is, “j-jungkook..” he nods and stays still letting me adjust to his size.

“Tell me when you’re ready..” he lays his forehead against mine as my heart melts at his caring side, few minutes pass by as I slowly kiss his lips, wrapping my legs around his waist, I gently push him down, as he gets the hint, and rolls his hips against me, moaning into the kiss he smirks and thrusts into me, leaving me a mess, moans and skin slapping echoing around.

“Mmm.. f*ck, so damn tight” “ahhh.. jungkook, f-faster..” he pulls out making me open my eyes confused, “it’s daddy for you, brat” thrusting back in he gets ahold of my hips and f*cks me at an animalistic pace making me let out tears of nothing but pleasure, feeling entirely stretched out, I feel something in my stomach indicating I’m close.

Not being able to even utter a single word, I clench around him making him groan, “ughmmm... shit, do that again for me, baby” I clench around his nonstop making him throw his head back, “are you close baby?” He asks panting, I nod, “let’s cum together, in a count of three”

Letting out a growl he quickly pulls out before cumming on my stomach, collapsing on top of me, careful not to squish me, he hides his face in my neck, and leaves pecks there, “are you okay, babe?” Managing to open my eyes a little, looking to the side to be met with an ethereal looking jungkook, making me smile, “that was amazing..” I whisper against his lips.

He smiles, “I’m glad” pulling me in for a kiss I enjoy the feeling of his soft lips against mine, pulling away he stares at me lovingly “would you like to come over to my house?.. maybe to cuddle too!” I ask, He smiles at my excited state and nods, “of course, and yes we’ll cuddle for as long as you like” “I can’t wait, now let’s get up, I want to take a shower so bad” “alright”

Getting up we both get dressed up and are about to head out before I notice something which makes my heart drop, “jungkook...” “yes baby?”

gulping, I look at the camera in the corner which just recorded the both of us having s*x, I’ll lose my job but most importantly jungkook will be suspended forever, jungkook notices my stare on something and follows my gaze, he notices the camera and widens his eyes, “jungkook what the hell do we do?! They can check the recording and-“ “princess, it’s okay-“ “how is it okay Jungkook?!” “I can-“ “you’ll get suspended for f*cks sake!” “Princess! Listen! Oh my god”

He chuckles “jeon this is not funny whatsoever-“ he kisses me to shut me up, nonetheless I kiss back not being able to refuse his kisses, “u done?” He says making me glare at him, “listen this isn’t anything new, I can delete the footage” “really?” “Yes, yes I can, and I’ll do it now, so we don’t have to worry” I sigh in relief, “thank god” “now let’s go?” “Yes! I wanna cuddle so bad!” He chuckles, and round 2 may or may not have happened later-

[majesticbrownjawn]

Delicate Part Two

Part One

Violet reluctantly goes to a house party with her bestie. Meets Erik. Is subsequently turned out. 😩

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"The fuck you doing up here, babygirl?!" There was a look of confusion and remorse in his eyes.

The way he asked his question was scary up until the 'babygirl' part.

"I-I...I thought you wanted me to follow you." Her breath was incredibly short and she needed to minute—or maybe 20, to get herself together.

"Sit cho ass down." He pointed to an empty spot on a desk behind him. She climbed onto it, still out of breath, and watched him closely as he bent down below her. When his hand went towards her neck, she flinched.

"Chill." He grabbed Violet's chin and pushed it upwards, examining her. He could see the redness around her neck that his actions caused. He gently rubbed the area.

"I’m sorry bout that...Delicate ass."

"Excuse me? You just choked me."

"You shouldn't have been in my workroom snooping around. I didn’t know it was you.”

Her eyes bulged at him.

"Yea. This my shit. This my house. Told you yo ass wasn't as smart as you thought."

"You make computers? You must be...uh,"

"Smart," he finished. She smiled at him nervously. "Surprised you ain't running away."

He turned and walked to the corner of the room where a full-size fridge sat. It was an old school one that was a powder blue color. Had to be from the 70s. She watched as he grabbed a pack from the freezer and filled it with ice. She didn't realize her neck was on fire until he was heading back to with it.

He stood between her legs and placed it on her neck in one of the spots he grabbed. Violet winced in pain.

"Humph. Delicate."

"Don't call me that. I'm not delicate."

She looked at him suspiciously as he continued examining her.

"Like what you see babygirl?" He asked his question without looking up to see she was looking at him. She was staring though.

"No."

Of course I like what I see, you fine ass, homicidal nigga.

Shit.

More sirens.

"Why'd you do that to me?"

His nostrils flared and the air he let out through his nose ricocheted off her cheek and back in his direction.

"Thought you were tryna rob me."

"But even after I said your name, you still..." she absentmindedly rubbed the side of her neck he didn't have the ice on.

"Sometimes I just blackout. I don't know why," he shrugged. He studied her face and saw the fear in it, but more than that he saw curiosity and pity.

"I'm sorry. For real."

His repeat apology was unexpected but appreciated.

"It's fine. Just don't put your hands on me again—unless I ask you to," she joked.

"Oh word?" The slight raise of his brow was so sexy to her. "So what you saying is I can't touch you like this?" He pressed his fingers into her back, pushing her closer to him.

"No. Not without my permission."

"What about this?" His thick fingers gripped her upper thigh where her dress had risen up.

"You still didn't really ask."

She was leaning into him, hoping he didn't stop the path his hand was on. Violet had never been more attracted to anyone in her life. He was a mystery and every moment with him was absolutely thrilling. She'd already done things for him in the last hour that she'd never done—like lick her fingers on command or follow a stranger up a flight of stairs, into a dark hallway, only to be choked to the point of being turned on.

"Can I?" E bit his plump bottom lip, while his hand hovered just over Violet's hot cavern, her legs already spread wide. She looked down to see just what he was referring to and gulped slowly before replying.

"Yes... please."

His hand quickly reached into her amethyst-colored lace boy shorts. He was eager to see how wet she was for him.

"Damn, girl. I guess you do like what you see."

She was currently looking at his forearm as she held on to it, trying to stay upright on the table. Violet briefly looked up at him with the same curiosity she had earlier, asking him the history behind his scars without saying a word. He answered silently, shaking his head no. The number his fingers were doing on her distracted her enough not to care that he was unwilling to tell her about his scarring. She sank her nails deep into his wrist when he slid two digits inside her. Violet's face was so twisted up that he couldn't tell if she was enjoying his fingers gliding in and out her pussy.

"You aight?"

"Umph, ye-yea. Don't stop."

Her hips whined into his fingers as she laid back on the table to enjoy the moment. He smiled, knowing he had her right where he needed her—open and horny as hell. Her head popped up in surprise when she felt the soft pressure of his lips against her clit.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," was all she could say as he sucked on her bundle of nerves while using his fingers to pleasure her. She was seeing spots and was amazed she hadn't cum all in his mouth yet.

E was amazed he was actually eating this chick out—a woman whose name he didn't even know. It's not that he didn't like eating pussy—he loved doing that shit. Something about seeing a woman unravel just by a flick of his tongue got him off. His dick was painfully hard watching her squirm and wiggle with computer parts scattered on the desk around her. He hated to admit it, but his dick was hard the moment he saw the way she judged him. Breaking a girl like her down would be a challenge and nothing made his third leg jump more than a challenge. Still, of all the many partners he'd had in his life, he could count on one hand the number of women who had the pleasure of receiving head from him. They usually catered to him and then we’re ready to fuck.

Despite his mouth doing his best work on her, she hadn't cum yet and when he looked up, he could tell she was trying to hold it off. He watched her grasp for something--anything on the table to keep her orgasm from coming and it pissed him off.

"The fuck? Are you trying not to cum?"

She didn't answer, only looked at him pleadingly. He could see she wanted to cum badly but didn't want to give him the satisfaction, even though she willingly opened her legs for him.

"Aight, you better cum on fucking tongue by the time I count to five or I'm going to get one of my girls from downstairs to handle this." He grabbed his dick and stroked it through his gray sweats as he continued eating her out. She sat up on her elbows and watched his manhood grow and grow. Her mouth watered watching his strong hand pass back and forth over it, distracting her until it was too late.

"Four..."

She was close and had been for a while. The build-up was starting to become too much, but she knew she didn't want to cum on his mouth.

"Fi—"

"Wait!" the urgency in her voice startled her. She held him by his ears and what she said next had him momentarily shook.

"I wanna cum on your dick, E. Fill my pussy up and make me cum you hard... please." She sounded and looked so innocent, as if anything she just said was even close to that.

He was at a loss for words, stunned at her change in behavior. His dick was at full attention, but he had to teach this girl a lesson and show her who was in control. If she obeyed him and her pussy was as tight and gushy as it felt around his fingers, he'd fuck her fluffy ass into next week.

"C'mere."

Violet got up when told and followed him back out into the hallway, her underwear dragging behind her around her wobbly ankle. Her entire being was focused on him, so much so that the blaring music didn't sound as loud as it had before. E stood in front of the banister that overlooked the sea of partyers below. His eyes motioned for her to stand against the railing, so she stood there and waited for his next order.

"So you want this dick, huh?" She could feel him pressed up against her ass. His dick on her made her pussy throb so good. Violet needed him inside her badly. She had a fleeting feeling of shame come over her. Here she was a grown-ass woman, acting like a horny teenager at a party about to hook up with the jerky quarterback, simply because he'd given her touch-deprived self a little attention. But the feeling was fleeting. The sirens in her head were gone, too easily replaced by the thumping sound of her pussy.

He grabbed the front of her neck and pulled her closer.

"Answer me," he groaned.

"Yes, I want it." Violet's pussy lips were heavy with desire, desperate to suck him up inside her until she had her fill.

E had already started to put the condom on, being just as excited to get his dick wet up with her essence as she was to get stuffed with said dick. She gasped not only because of how fast he entered her after giving her consent but because of the sheer size of him. It had been a minute for her, but she jumped right back in the saddle, curving her hips like she'd done with her dildo, fucking E right back and using him to reach those spots inside her that drove her pupils to the back of her head.

He recognized what she was doing and smiled into her hair, grateful she knew how to fuck. He closed his eyes for a moment and let himself get lost in the rhythm of her pussy wrapped firmly around his dick. He could go all night with her like this. His hand unconsciously snaked around her front and under her dress, squeezing each of her fat mounds. He loved tits as much as he loved ass, and having her ass rippling against his abs with his fingers around her nipples was fucking incredible.

E opened his eyes, not wanting to relinquish too much control to her and was immediately reminded of the party—his party, happening below them. He wanted to remind her too, not so that she'd keep her moans down, but to show her how open he had her.

"Look at your bougie ass, letting me dig you out in front of all these people."

Violet opened her eyes and quickly peered into the crowd. They seemed to be in their own world down there. A couple off in a corner looked like they were about to engage in activity similar to what she and E were doing. She excused her unusual behavior in her head, telling herself they weren't actually 'in front' of the party attendees, but rather, above. The music was so loud that she was sure no one could hear her cries of ecstasy, at least that's what she hoped.

And the only way someone would know what they were doing was if they looked up.

Like one of E's homeboys was doing right now.

Violet must not have seen him, because E was sure seeing him would have snapped her out of the spell he'd carefully put her under. The nigga was watching her so hard that he didn't peep E had caught him lurking or notice the scowl on his face. E usually wouldn't give a damn, but the fact that he didn't like his boy looking at her made him fully aware of the sudden jealousy he felt for her.

E pulled out and turned them so his back was to the crowd below. Not missing a beat, he hoisted her up and gripped her big thighs, controlling how hard and fast his dick entered her. She held on to him around his neck and he whispered "Pretty ass eyes," to her before she kissed him sloppily and rested her head on his shoulder. They stayed in that position for a while, her in awe of the power of his strokes and him amazed at how good her body felt wrapped around him.

"Fuck, baby. This pussy..."

"OMG E," her words were so soft in his ear.

"You got a nigga feeling special. Yo shit always this warm?"

He could feel her tightening around him with each word of encouragement and each thrust he gave. His sole mission became fulfilling her request of making her cum hard on him.

"I feel you sucking my dick deep in that pussy. Shit feel good don't it?"

All she could do was whimper.

"You ready to cum, babygirl?" He felt her grip tighten even more. Her pussy was the one doing all the talking now.

"Go 'head and cum on me. It's okay, baby. Cum on this dick like you said you would."

Violet let out a scream that almost startled him. He'd never heard a woman make a noise like that and it made him want to hear it again, except with his name on her lips. He came hard too, to the point that he had to take a few steps forward and press her back against the wall to keep him from dropping her. He hadn't had a nut like that in a long time and he knew he had to have her again. E was ready for that action, but she pushed him off of her and hurriedly tried to straighten herself up. He followed her eyes and saw his best friend Devante coming up the steps with someone.

"There you are, girl. I was looking all over for you," Violet said. E chuckled at how shaky her voice was. Her attempt to act normal after getting fucked down was laughable.

"Were you?" the woman with Devante replied sarcastically.

"Uhh, E, this is my best friend, Trina." Violet didn't miss the way her girlfriend ogled him. He was fine and certainly deserved a second look, but Violet didn't appreciate how long she studied him.

But wait. This nigga was a literal fuckboy, who had just fucked her on a banister. Why was she worried about another woman looking at him? Her best friend of all people.

"What the fuck?!" E yelled suddenly, pointing into the crowd below.

As Violet, Trina and Devante looked frantically to see what he was yelling about, E squatted down and grabbed Violet's ankle, lifting it just enough to slip her lace underwear from around her foot. She gave him a confused look as he slipped them into his pant pocket and smirked.

They all looked at him for an explanation.

"My bad. I thought I saw my baby moms."

"Nigga you ain't got no kids," Devante replied.

"Anyway," he said, brushing off being called out on his terrible cover-up. "Y'all want some drinks? I know you want some Henny, babygirl." He cockily placed his arm around Violet and used his body weight to propel them forward a few paces. He was surprised when her feet stopped moving.

"I think I'm ready to go, Trina." She spoke without addressing him. The sirens were back, along with her conscience and they were screaming, 'We told you so!' She could think clearly now that she wasn't so horny, but Violet knew the longer she remained in his presence, the more susceptible she'd be to his charm. He was so overbearing and dominant and it scared her that she wanted to be submissive to him. To bend to his will and please him, even if it meant letting him have her any place he desired. He took control not of just her body, but her mind too—challenging her perspective and outlook. And she'd only known him two hours.

Good dick and brains.

A lethal combination.

She knew she had to get away from this E character expeditiously, so she flew down the steps, leaving Trina behind to decide if she would stay or not.

"You leaving without saying bye?" She hoped he wouldn't catch her, but somehow she knew he would. He was holding on to her forearm, back out on the porch where they met just hours before. She huffed, frustrated that this nigga had her running back to her car.

"I guess so," he laughed. "What's your name?"

Violet further stiffened in his grasp.

"So you don't want to tell me your name, huh? It's cool. I like to name my girls anyway."

Violet turned to face him abruptly.

His girls? The fuck was this, an episode of Flavor of Love?

But it made sense, actually. There's no way he could look like he looked and fuck like he fucked and not have a few 'girls.' She suddenly recalled him referring to getting one of his girls to finish the job when she wasn't cumming fast enough for him.

"Think I'll give you a flower name, since you all delicate and shit." She bit her lip and watched him think, acutely ashamed she was curious about what name he'd come up with for her.

E placed his hands in his pockets and rubbed his fingers against the fabric of her lace undergarment. It was soft, and fragile. Delicate--like her. As he thought of a name he was reminded of the color of the negligee intertwined with his fingers. They were a deep purple, like the color of his favorite African perennial.

"Aight, I got it."

She looked up into his eyes, her fingers sweeping across his raised forearm.

"Imma call you Violet."

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Tags:

@queenflaws

[rainbowshawn]

Attention

Summary: All you want is for him to relax…. and give you some attention

Warnings: Smut !! (overstimulation, spanking, daddy kink, general rough sex, unprotected sex)

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It had been a few weeks since Shawn had returned home from his world tour. Months of touring with very short breaks in between exhausted him greatly, but he loves what he does. He pushes and pushes himself, sometimes getting lost in his work. Frequently he would push himself past his threshold, resulting in some not so pretty breakdowns.

It worried you sick at times, right now being one of them. He had practically locked himself up in his studio in the house for the past few days. Only coming out to go to the bathroom and to occasionally eat something. You would go to your shared room at night, slipping into the cold covers by yourself. The lack of his arms around you kept you up longer than usual, a sense of comfort absent. You only felt him slip into bed, wrapping an arm around you, late into the night.

You missed him. Emotionally and physically. It had been days since you’ve really felt him. You were aching for him at this point. You needed him to take a break for not only himself, but you too.

You prodded up the large staircase and slowly made your way across the hallway into the studio he had locked himself in for the past few days. He only came out occasionally, to get food or to go to the bathroom. Other than that, it felt like years since you’ve really seen him. While making your way towards the room, you hear beautiful notes and the soft humming of his voice echoing through the hall. You smiled to yourself at the beautiful melody, until it abruptly stopped. You heard a frustrated grumble replace the once beautiful hum that had just occupied your ears.

You pushed the door open quietly and observed him across the room. His tall figure slumped over his guitar in front of his computer, his back facing you. You slowly made your way across the floor to him, clearing your throat softly to alert him of your presence. His focus still didn’t shift from the guitar placed in his lap, his fingers dancing over the neck, plucking precisely to create that same sound you heard just moments ago.

Your cold hands met his tense shoulders, rubbing at the muscles you could only assume were aching. Your eyes drifted down to admire his strong biceps protruding through his dark navy shirt he was still adorned in from his meeting with his label earlier. He never even took a second to change into something more comfortable, just wanting to get back to his work.

“Honey, why don’t you take a little break? You’ve been working for days, you need to relax…” you said softly, beginning to trail kisses up from his shoulder to the back of his ear, a spot you knew drove him crazy. He groaned so softly you could barely even hear it and leaned back slightly, giving you more access to his neck.

“I have to get this done, babe. It’s gotta get sent off to my label in a few days and I want it to be perfect.”

You mumble something into his neck softly about how he works too hard, still busy kissing him. Your hands slowly leave his shoulders and start to trail down his sturdy chest making their way down to his toned stomach. His breath hitches as he sits up a little straighter, gently pushing your hands off of him.

“y/n.” he says sternly.

You let out a little hmph, frustrated with him. You stand up pulling away from him. You glare down at him and he opens his mouth to reply, but gets cut off by his phone ringing loudly. He turns his attention to his phone, answering it quickly, rolling his eyes at the sound of it going off again. He swears he spends half of his day on the phone.

You stand there in a bit of disbelief. You can’t believe they would call him at this time of night. 9:42 pm to be exact. You shake your head in annoyance and stomp out of the room. You make your way down the hallway into your shared bedroom. Opening up the closet, you start sifting through your drawers in search of something in specific. Your hands dig for a moment before finding a certain lacy red set of lingerie. It was one Shawn had brought back from his stop in Madrid for you. It quickly became his favorite and you were confident this would grab his attention.

Slipping into the thin, red material, you eyed yourself in the mirror before your gaze drifted to a button up of Shawn’s in the corner. You smirked as you tugged it onto your body, showing just enough of what was underneath to drive him crazy.

You made your way back to the dim studio, quietly slipping in. He was speaking into the phone, sounding quite irritated as his head rested in his palm that was propped up by his elbow on the desk. His eyes were pinched shut as he rubbed at his temples. You resumed your place behind him once again, but this time you grabbed the arm of his chair, turning him just enough to where you could stand in front of him.

His eyes grazed over your figure and his mouth dropped open at the sight. His tongue poked out, licking across his lip before taking it between his teeth. You slowly kneeled in front of him, pushing his legs apart as he leaned back in his chair.

“Y-yeah I heard you, sorry.” he stuttered into the phone. He quickly got back on track with his conversation as you started to drag your hands up and down his inner thighs. He exhaled deeply as you began to palm his already semi hard bulge. You began to plant kisses against his clothed length as you looked up at him, a devious look in your eyes.

He bit into his fist to stop himself from groaning at the thought of what he could do to you right now. He wanted to give in. He almost did. He really did. But he didn’t want to give into you so easily. Not just yet. He was incredibly stubborn, but now, he was pissed.

He pulled the phone away from his face, muting the call from his side. With his other hand, he firmly grabbed your face, pulling you away from him. His palm was cupping your jaw while his fingers dug into your face.

“Don’t distract me, pumpkin.” he said stiffly.

You glared up at him, pouting.

“Shawny, please, I need you. It’s been so long….” you begged, leaning your head into his left thigh, shooting him an innocent look.

He knew you weren’t, though. It took everything in him not to give into you. You had no idea what you did to him. He wanted you but he was just too dedicated to his work at the moment.

“Go do something with yourself, babygirl.” he said sternly.

You knew he wasn’t really mad at you but that didn’t stop you from being annoyed with him. You hmphed as you picked your head up, furrowing your brows and scrunching your nose at him. You stood back up and turned to walk away. A smack came across your ass, surprising you and you looked back at the man leaning back in his chair, smirking devilishly.

“Don’t be a brat.”

You rolled your eyes at him, making sure he saw it as you walked out of the room. You made your way back into your bedroom and shut the door behind you.

He was determined, you’d give him that much. But you were too. And you weren’t going to stop until you got what you wanted. You smirked as you plotted your next move. You made your way across the room, plopping yourself down on the plush bed.

Your hand made its way into the table next to your bed and pulled out your favorite pink vibrator. Laying back against the pillows, you turned the toy on. A soft humming sound filled the room as you started to tease your nipples through the thin lace with it. You slowly moved the toy down your body, moaning as you pushed it under your panties.

The toy met your clit and you groaned out in pleasure. You pleased yourself for a few moments, making sure to be loud. You wanted him to hear you. You wanted to make him mad.

You wiggled the toy over your aching clit bringing yourself closer and closer to your impending orgasm. Moans echoed off the walls and you were positive he could hear you. You were so focused on the pleasure you didn’t even notice Shawn make his way into the room. Your eyes only snapped open at the sound of his belt clanking as he tugged it out of his belt loops.

“What do we have here, huh?” he said darkly as he made his way up the bed on his knees. You knew he was no longer playing games.

“Taking care of myself since you won’t” you spat at him. Your hand still between your legs pushing the vibrating toy against yourself.

He quickly snatched your hand, taking the toy from you. You whined at the loss.

“Is that so? Now, where’s my good girl? Can’t even let me get my work done…” he tutted.

Your hands reached for his, trying to get the small bullet back. He quickly grabbed both your hands, pinning them above your head. You moved your head to look up, trying to see the toy in his hand that had you pinned down. His other hand made its way to your face, grabbing it and making you look at him.

“We cant have that, can we?”

He pushed his hips into yours, making you feel how hard you had made him. You moaned at the delicious friction, lifting your hips trying to get more.

His lips made their way down to your neck, kissing it slowly before sucking on the skin harshly. His tongue poked out to soothe the now purple skin, moving down towards your chest. Your eyes closed as you let him dress your skin in marks.

“Gonna be a good girl for me and keep your hands up here or am I gonna have to tie you up?” he said, looking up at you from your chest.

“I’ll be good” you said breathlessly. He already had you so far gone and he’d barely even done anything yet. You were fucked for him and he knew it.

His hand left yours and made its way down, taking his button up off of your body. His hand joined the other in rubbing your sides as he kissed down your stomach. He pulled the straps of your bra down, silently telling you to take it off. Once the red marker all hit the floor, his mouth immediately latched onto your nipple, biting lightly. His tongue swirled lightly, taking turns on each nipple. The feeling of his warm breath sent shivers through your body as you bucked your hips up. His hands pushed your hips back down and settled on the cherry covered fabric that decorated you. He kept his eyes on you as he looped his fingers into your panties, tugging them down your legs.

You licked your lips in anticipation, lifting your head to watch as he kissed up your thighs. He stopped to nibble on the nook between your heat and your leg. You quietly groaned to yourself, causing him to lightly smack the side of your ass.

“I wanna hear you babygirl,” he said “you didn’t have a problem doing that when I was trying to get my work done, did you?”

You nodded your head quickly, as his lips met with your throbbing clit. He immediately sucked you up into his mouth, his wet tongue flicking against you in a rapid pace. You yelped and you arched your back as your breath hitched at the pleasure he was giving you. Your eyes screwed shut as you focused on his relentless tongue on your soaking heat.

You were speechless. His tongue was heavenly against you, making your mind go blank. Nothing compared to this in your mind. He knew just how to pleasure you.

His hand reached up for that little bullet and he abruptly pulled his mouth off of you, quickly replacing it with the vibrating tool. He sat back on his knees as he watched you writhe on the bed, your beautiful moans filling his ears. He decided you could take more, bringing his other hand up to push two fingers into you. You were losing your grip quickly, your hips starting to grind against his big hand.

“Feel good, baby?” he said calmly, toying with you.

“So fucking good” you choked out.

He quickly removed the toy, returning back to rubbing his tongue against you. You were gone, hands grabbing at your tits to find something to grip onto. Your back arched as he curled his fingers finding that perfect spot hidden deep within your center. Your hands found their way into his curly hair, tugging before he pulled off of you completely.

You realized your mistake immediately and whimpered knowing what was coming. You stuttered our apologize but he was already set. His tall figure stood up grabbing you by the ankles and flipping you onto your tummy.

“You remember the color system right? Is this okay?”

You gulped and nodded, knowing exactly where this was going.

“I need to hear you, baby”

“Y-yes” you choked out in anticipation, knowing he needed verbal communication from you before he proceeded. He never wanted to push you to do anything that made you uncomfortable.

Shawn kneeled back onto the bed, straddling your legs. He rubbed your ass softly, soothing you a little as he leaned down to whisper into your ear.

“You said you were gonna behave, darling….” he murmured, kissing your shoulder “but you couldn’t and now I have to punish you.”

He sat back up, still rubbing your right cheek before bringing a hand down on it harshly. You yelped at the smack, your ass burning a little bit. You moaned in pleasure and lifted your ass a little higher, as much as you could, wiggling it in the air for him while you waited for the next one.

His hand smacked down once again, a bit harder this time. “Naughty girl,” he murmured softly. His cock was straining in his pants, aching at the sight of you yearning for more smacks from his hand.

He continued a few more times, getting fuled more and more by the yelps that left your pretty lips.

“Still doing okay? Think you can handle one more? Doing so well, baby” he said so softly, a stark contrast to the dirty situation that was playing out right now.

You confirmed you were fine and bit your lip waiting for the last slap. His hand came down one last time and you exhaled loudly and relaxed against the bed. His large, warm hand rubbed you, soothing your now red skin.

He leaned down kissing up your spine, still rubbing you while he whispered some soft praise to you. His hand made its way between your legs, feeling how wet his brutal treatment had made you. He groaned at the feeling.

“Such a dirty girl, you like when I spank you?”

You turned your head glancing at him with innocent eyes, “mhmmm”

His hands grabbed your hips pulling you up to your knees. With your face still buried in the mattress, you felt him spread you open for him with his large palms. He groaned at the sight of you dripping for him.

“So fucking wet for me. You ready for this cock?”

“Yes, please, I need it” you begged. You were absolutely wrecked for him. The long days without his affection catching up to you quickly. You would do anything.

You raised yourself onto your hands, turning slightly to watch him as he rid himself of his clothes. You groaned at the sight of his cock springing out from his boxers as he pulled them down.

“Like what you see, baby?” he chuckled darkly, his smirk sending chills through your body.

“Mhmmm, you’re fucking perfect” you choked out, admiring his flushed dick and toned body. You wiggled your ass that was propped up in the air a little, prompting him to come back to you.

“Be patient sweetheart, you know I’m gonna take care of you.”

You were sure of that. He always did.

He came up behind you, grabbing his length and sliding it up and down your slick lips, making sure he’d slide into you with ease. Once he felt comfortable he lined himself up, your core already pulsing in anticipation. You couldn’t stop yourself from melting as his thick girth pushed its way inside of you. Even after years of being together, you still weren’t quite used to his size. You had become addicted to to slight pain you felt when you two first started. You moaned in pleasure as you felt him bottom out inside of you.

He only gave you a moment to adjust before he started to snap his hips harshly into you. The speed he was thrusting at was quick and his actions were pointed. He knew just what you needed and planned on giving it to you. His pace was unfaltering and he groaned at the feeling of your tight walls around him. His head fell back as he slammed into you.

“That’s right baby take it, take it” he growled.

You couldn’t stop the moans spilling out of your mouth. You were beyond grateful for the home you two had recently moved into, providing you with the privacy to be as loud as you wanted to be. Your moans were the most beautiful sound to him. Shawn swears there’s no better song; no better melody. He could spend his whole life like this with you.

His hand pushed against your back, pushing your face back down against the mattress as he continued railing into you. The bed was shaking, smacking the wall as you two chased your highs.

“love this pussy, god I fucking missed being in you” he groaned as he spread your outer lips with his thumbs as he watched his length disappear inside of you. Somehow the small change felt so good and your walls clenched around him tightly.

“you gonna cum on my cock, baby? I can feel it”

You could only moan in response, too overwhelmed with pleasure as his hand started to play with your sensitive clit. You felt yourself getting tighter and tighter around him as your orgasm approached. You hips began to meet his fast thrusts, searching for your high.

He kept up his pace as he grabbed your hair up in a ponytail, tugging your head back to look at him as he fucked you.

“That’s it baby, cum for me” he growled as he sped his pace up.

That was all it took for you to fall off that ledge. You were a screaming mess as your walls pulsed around him. You were sure everyone in the neighborhood could hear you. Your body was limp, only being held up by his grip on your hair.

He fucked you through your orgasm, slowing after a few moments. You focused on your breathing as you felt him slip out of you. Your eyes were shut as you laid down on the bed, body spent.

“You think i’m done with you, darling?” he darkly chuckled “we’re just getting started”

And just like that he had you flipped onto your back, his hands spreading your legs open. Your cum was dripping down onto the sheets, and you weren’t sure you were ready for another round yet.

You mewled as you felt him blow cold air onto your still pulsing clit. You tried to shut your legs but he kept you spread open nice and wide.

“I’m gonna make you cum again and again. As many times as I want tonight.

“Shawn I can’t, i’m so sensitive” you said frantically, shaking your head.

“You wanted my attention so bad, you’re gonna get it. Sound good, my love?”

You gulped and nodded, eyes big at his request. After all, this is what you wanted. Your body may not have been ready, but you were. You relaxed against the pillow under your head, feeling Shawn’s hands smooth up and down the backs of your thighs. You closed you eyes and waited for his next move.

He kisses your neck as he slips his length back inside of you. He shuddered at how tightly your walls gripped him, somehow even tighter than before. He grabs your calves and lifts them to hook over his shoulders as he begins thrusting slowly again.

Your tummy cramps for the first few moments, still a little sore from his previous assault. Your face scrunches up a little as you wait for your body to adjust again. He notices your discomfort and begins pepper your faces in light kisses, murmuring his praise to you.

“You doing okay, my love?” he asks, angling his slow thrusts a little differently

“I’m okay, you can go ahead” you assure.

He looks into your eyes, confirming you are in fact okay before he gets back to business. Like before, his thrusts are quick. He isn’t shy about setting a hard and quick pace for you. He wants to make you feel good. He knows he’s been distant and it’s been eating him alive.

Your chorus of moans starts ringing out again after a few moments of soft whimpers. You know he wants to hear you and he makes it easy to deliver. You feel his cock deep in your tummy and he rocks in and out of you.

“Fuck, daddy. You’re so fucking deep like this.” you whisper, breathlessly. He grunts at the name, almost cumming right there. You know exactly what it does to him and you smirk at his reaction.

“Yeah? Feel me in your tummy? Shiiiit, I can fucking see myself in you.” he groans out when he catches the way your stomach pokes out a little as he slams inside of you. You glance down and whimper at the sight.

You feel yourself getting close to cumming again. You’re shocked at how fast he gets you there, you weren’t sure how much you could take.

He angles himself differently and hits that perfect spot that sends you reeling every time. You’re screaming as you cum for the third time tonight. He’s a moaning mess above you, eyebrows knitted together as he feels you flutter around him.

“Gonna make daddy cum babygirl, you feel so good. Always take me so fucking well”

His hips snap against yours, pace faltering slightly as he loses his grip. The sound of your skin was echoing through the room, the noises slightly wet from the mess between your legs. It was obscene but you couldn’t get enough. Your legs are still slung over his shoulders as you grab his face between your hands, looking him in the eyes as he comes deep inside your throbbing heat. You both watch each other in amazement as his hips keep thrusting his cum in you.

You stay like that for a moment while he collects himself, telling each other how much you love the other as he rests his face against your bare chest. Your hands find his sweaty hair, playing with the curls as his hand trails up and down your side.

The moment is quiet. The breathing of you both being the only sound that reaches your ears. You relax into his embrace, soaking up the intimacy.

“M’sorry” he says so quiet you barely hear him.

“What, baby?”

“I said I’m sorry. I’ve been an asshole lately. I’m just stressed out but I shouldn’t ignore you.”

You coo’d at him and kissed his forehead.

“You’re busy, Shawn. I get it. I know what I signed up for. But you can’t lock yourself away from the world, honey. You work too hard.”

Your hands start to rub across his back, soothing him and wishing you could take his stress away.

“I know, just don’t wanna disappoint anybody.”

“You could never disappoint anybody. Nobody expects you to be perfect. People don’t love you because you’re perfect, they love you because you’re you.” you say softly, using his own words he’s used to help you. If only he would take his own advice.

He giggles at your stolen advice and nuzzles into your neck, kissing it with a loud smooch.

“Alright, alright.” he kisses you.

He lays his head back down, falling back into a comfortable silence. He sighs thinking of how supportive you’ve been over the years. Regardless of him touring, working, writing, and whatever else his crazy lifestyle brings, you’re always there beside him. You keep him sane. You bring him home.

“Was I too rough?” his question breaks the silence.

You laugh at the question, your face scrunching at his abruptness.

“Not at all babe,” you giggle “it was hot. I’ve missed you.

His lips catch yours and press a few sweet kisses to them.

“I’ve missed you too. I love you. More than you know.”

You hum.

“I love you too.”

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Only Mine

Request: Yes / No Hi can you make a long imagine where Y/N Is a northsider but she's secretly dating Sweet pea But one night he gets mad over something and hardcore rough smut happens then after there finished Y/N's dad comes in and then the rest of the story you can make up ?lol Ps. Can you add some knife play In there somewhere? I feel really embarrassed but I trust you and I love your stories by the way! 😘💝💞 @animalcrossinglover28

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Sweet Pea x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1605

Warnings: SMUT, Knife play, Daddy kink, and I think that’s it

Y/N: Your Name

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You would never think that Sweet Pea, the Serpent that hates all Northsiders would ever date one. But here we were secretly dating. I’m pretty sure our friends wouldn’t care about us dating, but my parents were like most of the other Northside parents, in the sense that they didn’t like the Southside. Now having a secret relationship meant that guys flirted with me and girls flirted with Sweets. I did get jealous sometimes, but I never went crazy over it. Sweet Pea on the underhand was very jealous. Any guy that even looked at me he would get very jealous. Today was no different. Reggie had been flirting with me again and I dismissed it like always, but Sweet Pea saw and for some reason it got to him way more than usual.

I was home alone, my parents were at work and they said they were going to be working late. I was working on homework when there was a knock on my window. I looked over at it confused. It was Sweet Pea. I got up looking confused and shocked and opened the window for him.

“What are you doing here?” I asked confused.

“You said you were home alone.” He said and I nodded still confused.

“I am, but that doesn’t tell me what you’re doing here.” I said and pulled me to him.

“What was the Bulldog doing with his hands on you?” He growled in my ear and my eyes widened.

“Sweet Pea, that meant nothing!” I said.

“What are you supposed to call me?” He asked and I knew where this was going.

“I’m sorry daddy.” I said and I felt him smirk as he started to kiss my neck. He unzipped the skirt I was wearing and it fell to the floor. He grabbed my ass with his large rough hands and I bit my lip.

“We’re gonna do something new tonight since you need to be punished.” He said and pulled off my shirt. He tossed me on my bed and I watched him pull out his pocket knife. My eyes widened in shock.

“Do you trust me?” He asked and I stared at him for a moment, but I nodded my head. He smirked and took off his jacket.

“Good girl.” He said and crawled onto the bed. He started lightly dragging the blade across my skin and I felt bumps rise up on my skin. He pulled it away with a smirk and hooked his arm behind my back and lifted me up against him. His head rested in my neck and I felt the cold metal against my back. He  cut my bar and pulled it off making my nippled harden as the cold air hit them. He kissed my skin and lightly nipped, I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my mouth. He started kissing down to my breast going back and forth teasing me. I was breathing heavily and he paused. He smirked up at me and started placing open mouth kisses on them instead. I whined and he pulled me closer swirling his tongue around my nipples. I tangled my hands in his hair and bit my lip. He suddenly stopped and dropped my body back onto the bed. He got up with a smirk and took off his shirt.

“Hands and knees, now.” He said in a demanding tone. I obeyed and got into position. I heard him taking off his jeans and then felt the bed move behind me. His fingers twisted in my hair and pulled my head back to him. My ass was in the air and my fingers were the only part of my hands touching the bed. It was a little hard to balance but Sweet Pea’s grip on my hair was helping me not fall. He caressed my ever growing wetness and I moaned in anticipation.

“Don’t be such a tease!” I moaned.

“Is that any way to talk to daddy?” He asked and smacked me hard on my ass. My toes curled and I slightly curled my fingers as well, but not much since I would have fallen if I tightened my hands into fists. He jerked my head back and smacked me again, I could feel the heat rise to my skin. He started moving his hand closer to my pussy and I tired hard to keep quiet this time. He stopped then grabbed his knife again. He slowly cut my underwear away and then tossed them away. He went back to his teasing and I felt him move his long finger in between my lips. He gently pressed on my clit and I jumped at the feeling and gasped but I held myself together. He pulled away and traced his fingers up my burning ass. I whimpered at the contact and I heard him let out a chuckle.

“That’s my good girl.” He whispered into my ear and felt myself get wetter at those words. He turned me on my back and he smirked. He moved between my legs then pulled his knife out again. His smirk grew and I stayed still as he gently dragged the cold metal up my body. His head dipped between my legs and his tongue was touching everywhere but where I need it most. After what felt like forever his tongue hit my clit and I moaned. My hips bucked up making his knife dig into my skin a bit. He moved up my body and placed my leg over his shoulder and was smirking. He finally made it to my face and roughly pushing his lips to mine. His tongue invaded my mouth and I could taste myself. One of his hands moved down my body and pushed into my making my moan into his mouth. His other hand still holding the knife pushed my hips down and held me in place. His teeth dug into my bottom lip nearly making it bleed as he worked another finger into me. He started pumping fast and I moaned. He pulled away and moved to my neck.

“You wanna cum?” He teased as he felt my walls clench around his fingers.

“Please daddy.” I begged and I felt him smirk against my skin. He bit down on my neck making his mark for everyone to see. I could feel my legs tremble as I grew closer and closer.

“Cum.” He whispered in my ear and I threw my head back in pleasure. Once I was finsihed he pulled away and I fell to the bed tired, but I knew it wasn’t over. I looked over at him and saw how hard he was. He moved his knife to my wrist and gently dragged it up. He moved it across my breasts and down my other arm then back to my breasts and down between them. He added a bit of pressure and I hissed a little, I could feel a bit of blood come to the serface and he bit his lip.

“You look so sexy like this babygirl.” He said.

“I can’t waist any longer.” He said and put his knife on my bedside table. He pulled my legs apart and looked into my eyes. I looked at him with lust filled eyes and he slammed into me with such force. I moaned loudly and I was worried that my neighboors were going to hear me. I place my hand over my mouth to muffle the loud moans he continued to dragg from my mouth. He repeatly slammed into me and grunted, I looked into his eyes and saw jealousy like I’ve never seen before.

“You’re my girl!” He growled and I moaned.

“Yes daddy! I’m all yours!” I moaned and arched my back. My walls clenched around him and I couldn’t help it. I came before I could ask for permission.

“No one can make you cum like I can!” He growled and I slilently sighed, I wasn’t going to get punished. His thrust becam sloppy and I felt him pull out. He pumped himself a few times and came on my stomach. I laid on my bed breathing heavy and Sweet Pea sat back on his knees also breathing heavy.

“Well that was new.” I said our of breath.

“I’m sorry I hurt you.” He said and I looked at him confused.

“What? You didn’t hurt me?” I said confused.

“You’re bleeding.” He said and pointed in between my boobs. I looked down and saw a small bit a blood, nothing that would leave a mark.

“It’s fine, it’s not that bad.” I said getting up and grabbed a towel. I cleaned myself up and grabbed a bandaid from my desk. I placed it on my cut and tossed Sweet Pea his clothes. The two of us got dressed and then he pulled me back onto my bed. The two of us cuddled under the covers.

“You were really jealous.” I said and he looked down at me.

“I don’t like seeing Reggie’s hands on you.” He growled and I placed a hand on his chest.

“You have nothing to worry about baby. You have all my love.” I said and pecked his lips.

“Y/N, I’m sorry I’m home so late. Your mother said she wouldn’t be-” My door opened and my father walked in. My eyes widdened and I jumped off my bed.

“Dad!” I said and then looked at Sweet Pea then back at my dad.

“What is a Snake doing in your bed?” He growled.

“Um funny story, Sweets run!” I said and he rushed out my window.

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[hereticpriest]

Make Your Girlfriend Mad Type

Billy Hargrove Soulmate AU, part of the So You’re A Tough Guy series.

Warnings: NSFW, possessive behaviour

Enjoy!

“It’s showtime ladies!”

Daisy scowled from her spot on a pool lounger near the housewife groupies. She chose this seat because it had a good view of her boyfriend and was at a good angle for sunbathing without having the sun in her eyes, but she was regretting it purely because she had to listen to the gross old ladies mooning over HER man. At least she knew she looked better than them. She wore a white one-piece bathing suit that was backless and double lined over any private areas, but nearly see-through everywhere else. Steve had picked it for her, funnily enough, claiming he would grovel at his soulmate’s feet if they wore it for him. That sounded just right to her.

Billy started in about five minutes, so she stood from her spot where she’d already dried off from her earlier swim and dived back into the pool. She swam a couple of laps, then climbed out of the pool right on time to walk back towards her pool lounger as Billy was coming out of the employee area. Daisy squeezed her hair out as she walked, proud to see that her soul mark showed through her bathing suit. Billy’s gaze immediately snapped over to her, and he watched her walk back to her lounger like she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He said hello to the housewife groupies, but he barely cast a glance their way, far too preoccupied with his soulmate bending over to fetch her towel and then crawling onto her lounger to dry off.

“I like the new swimsuit Mrs. Wheeler.” Billy complimented on his way by, bending to drag Daisy up into a kiss the moment he reached her. Daisy wasn’t usually impressed by PDA in front of children, but the housewives were watching, so she made the fact that she was fighting him for dominance and stealing his gum obvious. Daisy pulled away and smirked at her boyfriend, blowing a bubble that had him grinning and dragging his teeth over his bottom lip. He kissed her again, hands grasping her ass and squeezing hard enough she was sure she’d have bruises.

“I fucking love your ass, babygirl. For a skinny thing, you’ve got a perfect butt.” Billy growled against her lips, skimming his fingers under the seam of her bathing suit only to have his hand smacked away. Daisy gave him his gum back and took a moment to suck at his tongue and kiss-swollen lips, then broke away and sat on her lounger.

“Lemme know if you need help putting on sunscreen, babe. Love you.” Daisy cooed, blowing him a kiss just to make him smirk.

“I’ll need it in a couple hours. Probably around the same time as my break – imagine that?” Billy teased playfully, and Daisy snickered.

“I’m sure I’ll be around. Now go to your chair, I wanna watch your ass while you strut.”

Billy laughed, a full on belly laugh as he held his arms out to his sides as if to say ‘watch away’ and walking off to his lifeguard stand. Daisy smirked, stretching out with a book, her red lens aviator sunglasses perched precariously on her nose. Steve showed up soon enough, dressed in a pair of sailor-style swim shorts that Daisy had bullied him into getting to tease him for his summer job.

“Oh my god, you might as well be wearing a bikini! I think this might even be worse!” Steve crowed at the sight of her, snickering at her smug grin, “Hargrove must be dying.”

“Oh, he most certainly is. He’s been blowing his whistle every few seconds for dumb shit, and he keeps shifting. You just taking a dip before work?” Daisy asked, moving over so Steve could sit with her. He nodded.

“Yeah, I just need to beat the heat. I have to work in half an hour.” Steve pouted, and Daisy shrugged.

“Poor baby has to be a grown up. Go jump in, don’t waste your pre-work de-stress swim on chatting with me. I’ll see you… what, Tuesday for our movie night?”

“Yeah, Tuesday at seven.” Steve agreed, waggling his fingers at her and heading over to jump into the pool.

Steve left just in time to get to work on time, but Daisy guaranteed he’d be late due to his inability to do anything in a timely manner. She rolled onto her stomach partway through her wait to get some colour on her back, but when she got up to adjust the lounger chair, she noticed Billy talking to a cute girl and frowned. Before he could notice her looking, she finished adjusting her chair and sat down, trying to keep from pouting too much. Both Billy and her had quite strong jealousy issues, despite the fact that both of them were 100% certain their partner would never cheat. It was something they usually got through in healthy ways, for instance showing off how sexy they were for each other, teasing each other, and dragging each other away for rough sex. It was rare that they actually fought about it, and that was really only when one of them was already in a horrific mood.

That being said, it didn’t stop them both from pouting over their jealousy and having little hissy fits. Billy had one when Daisy got a text from a guy in their grade wanting to hook up shortly after they first together, even though Daisy told the guy to fuck off. She’d had to give him a blowjob in his car before their dinner date, and had finally broken his pouty phase when she joked that she wasn’t supposed to have dessert before dinner while wiping cum from her chin. Billy broke down into a fit of laughter, and they were fine again like it never happened.

Billy was staring at her and holding his soul mark, but she ignored him, putting her book aside and getting up. She slid her thumb under the fabric of her swimsuit to adjust it to cover more of her ass, swinging her hair over her shoulder and making a show of strutting past him and the girl to get to the part of the pool more reserved for laps once again. She stretched, arching her back to push her ass out the way Billy liked, then bent to plant herself at the side of the pool. Daisy dove into the pool and pushed herself hard, knowing she’d feel better if she got some of the negative energy out by exerting herself. She only stopped when she truly felt tired, climbing out of the pool without using the ladder. The other lifeguard, a girl that Daisy recognized from school, was in the chair watching the pool.

Before she could head back to her lounger, a large hand grasped her hip and she was guided towards the employee-only area. Billy shoved her into the employee locker room and bent her over the large desk, pulling her bathing suit aside so he could enter her without any prep. He placed a hand on the centre of her back to hold her down, the other grasped around her hip to pull her into his thrusts, enjoying the way she was stretched around him tighter than usual.

Daisy whimpered, relaxing on the desk and letting him use her body how he liked. She knew he’d get her off regardless of if he came first, and she loved when he fucked her like this – primal and possessive. Probably not healthy, but it worked for them. Billy grunted softly, fucking into her roughly, relishing in the loud slaps of skin on skin and the way she clenched around him when he thrust at the right angle.

“Who’s pussy is this, babygirl?” Billy asked, moving his hand from her back, trailing swirls over her skin until he reached her clit, tapping it gently.

“Oh fuck, Billy. It’s yours. I’m yours. I’d let you do anything you wanted to me, you know that? Anything.” Daisy moaned, digging her nails into the wood of the desk as he began to pound into her harder and faster. He trapped her clit between his index and middle fingers and worked her hard, groaning every time she thrust back against him. Billy dug his fingers into her hip, giving a final hard thrust that had her biting her lip to hold back her cries as they tipped over that edge together. Billy pressed kisses to her shoulder, pulling out of her slowly and putting the crotch of her swimsuit back into place.

“I’ll be home at 6, princess. Want me to bring home dinner?” He asked.

“No, it’s okay. I’m going to make shrimp tacos and pico da gallo for dinner. Make sure you’re home on time, or I’ll hold out on you and walk around in one of your shirts and nothing else.” Daisy teased, grinning as Billy growled against her skin.

They were both jealous grumps, but at least the make up sex was good.

Billy gave her ass a hard slap, enjoying the red mark left behind, and kissed her temple. He headed off towards his chair again and Daisy headed into the women’s change room to put her summer dress on over her bathing suit. She didn’t care that cum was dripping down her thighs. She’d be home soon and could shower there far more comfortably.

By the time Billy got home, she had showered, changed into Billy’s Sterling crop top and booty shorts, and she was just finishing up dinner. He kicked off his shoes, dropped his work bag, and snuck up behind Daisy to steal snuggles. She was used to it, and honestly, she loved it. Billy was touch-starved, and he was probably one of the most contact driven people she had ever met. It was rare that he didn’t have at least some part of him touching her, even if it was just a thigh against hers or his pinky locked around hers. Daisy sighed happily as Billy’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against his body and tucking his face into the crook of her neck.

“You smell like heaven, princess. Did you use that bodywash I got you? Fuck, you look so good in my clothes.” Billy murmured, nipping at her ear.

“I did. Glad you like it, sweetheart.” Daisy giggled, getting two plates ready with tacos and pico de gallo, and carrying it into the dining room. Billy followed her without letting her go, and Daisy laughed when he nearly knocked her over.

“Good thing I was hear to catch you, angel.” Billy joked, and Daisy snorted, setting out their plates. Billy dragged the two plates closer together and sat down, then guided Daisy down into his lap.

“Did the rest of your day go okay?” Daisy asked, settling against him without complaint. Billy shrugged.

“S’alright. Got asked out. Told her I had my girl at home, my soulmate, and she said she’d fuck me better like that was going to draw me in.” Billy rolled his eyes, taking a bite of one of the tacos and groaning softly, “Fuck that’s good, princess. You’re such a good cook. My little housewife.”

Daisy rolled her eyes at him, “I am not a housewife. I have three jobs and I own this house. You’re the housewife.”

“Househusband.” Billy corrected her, sliding his hand under her shirt to rest over her ribs, “You calling me a kept man?”

“I most certainly am. My very own boy toy.” Daisy giggled, kissing the point of his cheek and stealing a chunk of mango from his taco. She went back to her own, not even bothering to protest when Billy stole one of the pepper slices from her taco. Dinner continued like that, trading favoured bits and occasionally even kisses. When they were done, they did the dishes together and then collapsed onto the couch to watch a movie. Daisy ended up laying atop her boyfriend, drawing patterns like their soul marks on his tummy while he played with her hair.

“We still having movie night with Steve and the kids on Tuesday?” Billy asked partway through the movie, trailing his hand down from her hair to grip the hem of her (his) shirt and slowly begin pulling it up.

“Yeah, they are. Seven. I think everyone is sleeping over. Max will be over at six for dinner, though. She still wants to move in with us.” Daisy mused.

Billy sighed, throwing her shirt to the floor, removing his own shirt, and pulling her closer so her bare chest was smushed against his.

“I don’t think that’ll ever be able to happen. Remember how hard it was for me to get out?”

“Yeah, I know sweetheart. We’ll talk to her and check in. Make sure she’s safe.” Daisy rested her cheek against Billy’s collarbone and traced her fingers down his side to where he’d tattooed her name upon his hip, just above the waistband of his pants.

“Possessive today, huh, princess?” Billy teased.

“Can’t have anyone stealing my househusband. I’d miss his stupid, sexy smile and his perfect ass.”

“Ahh, he won’t leave you. He likes being a kept man.”

“So it’s okay that I got you a chain with my name on it?” Daisy asked playfully.

“Considering your name is tattooed on my body, I think a chain is perfectly fine, babygirl. I want to watch you bounce on my cock tonight, though.” Billy retorted, sliding his hand into her shorts and squeezing her ass.

“Any time, sweetness. Any time.”

It was a good thing they were both possessive little shits. They really had been paired perfectly, as most other people would never deal with their behaviour.

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We Own The Night - Seth Rollins Smut

A/N: Stressed Seth and Reader take drugs and forget about the world to Dance Gavin Dance. Written in the perspective of being high. Drug use and mentions of anxiety. GIF not mine ; Listen to the song here ! <3

♫Forget my jealously You swallowed the demons on your own♫

You never saw yourself doing hardcore drugs in a million years. Everything about it just made the instinct say no. The side effects, the way it tore people's lives into halves..It wasn't a risk you wanted to take. But this....was needed. This was earned. Besides - it wasn’t like you were getting doped up on the street with Brian Griffin. You were with the man who had your life, who you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. He was laying beside you with a deep glaze of darkness that wrote 'high as fuck' in all caps that steamed into his melted fudge eyes to the long spirals of his hair sprawled across his face like a dry mop.

♫Stomp that feeling, your puke is a mutant Can’t think of who did this, well I grew stupid♫

His bronze greek crafted physique was the only thing you could see in the graphite sheets that inspired a black hole sensation making you feel like you were balancing on thin air. You felt like you were floating just above the thermosphere on a wicked cold cloud with the only thing keeping you grounded being a subtle tingling sensation against your leg. Maybe it was just his lapping over yours - but that'd be the easy answer. Your brain was screaming giant eel, but you were too high to care either way.

♫ Say accidents happen, it’s admirable acting

Flicking the back of your ear with my finger ♫

Your attention was on smile across his face that you never saw before. It wasn’t one of those fake smiles he put on for the kicks nor the solid hoax he put one in response to you asking if he was okay. This - was as genuine as the night. How much you'd give to see him like this all the time..for him to as happy as he was now everyday..it’s a shame how much the law demonizes drugs. 

♫Separate is the way though, no second is the place though Just fake it through the day and the night is your god.♫

His body folded to press his nose against the smooth white desk beside you, lined with alleys of the devil’s snow. His eyelids laid shut in anticipation, his nose inhaling the dusk in one quick motion, leaving no other evidence other than the small residue marking his nose. “Heh, fuck” His ash and sandpaper voice groaned. The TV wasn't even on yet all you could hear when he spoke was Grover form Sesame Street. His voice was already raspy as it was without the drugs and the crank only enhanced it. The sound wasn't bad and if you weren’t high you’d enjoy the harmonic sounds however in this moment, it was too cringey to bear. "Shhh" your finger faintly pressed against his lips but you felt ear. At least your vision manageable or else you would've start digging for gold. His voice croaked as a laugh in response. "Whatever...girl..." that smile again. 

♫ Let your hair down have one more round Drink til you believe it Sloppy kisses, dirty wishes Baby, this is living ♫

Deep down there was hope that this wouldn't ruin his career. Its hard policy with the crank. But that hard policy is what lead him here in the first place. The constant spotlight, the immense workouts, you could tell he was getting frantic. But, the rest of the world's thoughts came later. Now, it was trippy vision, pure relaxation and post-hardcore. "I...I feel like I'm alone right now" his dreary voice stuttered, leading him on top of you - his weight hitting you like the weight a fat baby but still with the presence of its delicacy. He wasn’t holding back. His velvet hands smoothed across your arm until it stopped just in the crease, the pricky tip of a needle replacing his hand. There was a sudden rock in your stomach that spewed fumes of anxiety that you didn’t feel with the crank. Guess you did need another dose. “It’ll only just be a second babygirl...don’t worry...I got you” his scratchy voice consoled, waiting for you to nod your head in permission before continuing. Sure he was high out of his, but at least he was still compassionate. before piercing your skin with the sharp needle and wasting the toxin into your stream. if only you were stable enough for pain. once all the fluid was drained, he released, tossing away the syringe and cupping your chin in his hands. You shared grins - societies renegade druggies.

♫Get up off the wall come on get down get down Give into moment and live now live now♫

It wasn’t long till you felt the effect kick in - your body shivering under him as waves of nirvana poured into your veins. No wonder people get hooked on this shit. It was a feeling like nothing other - but you were strong. And it was only this one time. Right? "That's my girl" he purred his breath the gin to your tonic, the aurora he gave off better than the drugs.  “Yknow, I heard this shit is good for the relationship stuff... and yknow it's hard. So many people fuckin' watching and telling me how to love.." You heard his words loud and clear and even digested every word he said. A response though - you'd have to take a rain check. All you felt like saying was "koala" and didn't know why. Seth noticed and with the subtle drag his tongue glided across his bottom lip in desire for your own, your lips connected, the taste of him was the same as yours but a bit sweeter.

♫I have the heart of a coward Here in my arms is exactly where I want you We own the night♫

The kiss was during with no form yet tumbles of passion found. He got on top of you yet weightless. The gray cloth of his sweatpants hoovering above you was like a weightless kite. His warm lips touched your neck sparking instant sensuality and to the beat of Tillian’s voice your bodies moved ships that clashed into the swivels of the duvet. “You want it ?...As much as I do?” he gasped in between kisses, his lazy body rested into the crook of your neck - his breath panting against your skin almost comparable to the smack of air you fell when entering Walmart.

♫Say accidents happen, it’s admirable acting

Flicking the back of your ear with my finger♫

“I...I want it as much as you do” The words didn’t feel like it came from your mouth. For all you knew - you were a cloud carrying all the hippies of South Central through the sky. And maybe you’d be one of those clouds who look like something legible. Before you could think more you felt his wet lips grasp loosely at your skin. The subtle tingles it left was no match for its real life counterpart. This, was like snake kisses. “You taste so good” he mummered as he suckled on your neck. Who knew the taste of skin would be enjoyable..Maybe it was the perfume. "Yeah?" Hypothetical yet out of your mouth like butter. "Yeah" his dry voice purred in confirmation. If only the words were “Okay” the two of you  would’ve been a perfect spin off to The Fault in Our Stars.

♫See you in battle; your boat is my paddle Your life is my business; your plaque on my wall♫

And if the two of you were stars - boy would there be many faults. But you shined together and only for each other. That’s what mattered. The feeling of Seth’s persusaive tongue, his hands grabbing at your body in complete desire, the aching warmness that began building between your legs...Everything going on began to become so intense and you could feel small moans breathing through your lungs as if it was your breath. "Shhh...baby...you just squaked" Seth cooed giggling under his breath, his finger dragging your lips just as you did. Is that sound you made? You were thinking if it was so much you couldn’t even remember. If only anxiety could be this peaceful in real life. “I got you baby girl...it’s okay”. He was still chucking about it yet you still got the message that it was your cue to relax and let be, let be. You owned the night.

♫I need poison mitigate my pain Feel my toes go golden up in flames Give me false hope in my veins Tranquilize and modify my brain♫

The bare air invaded your skin vulnerable skin as your clothes fell to the beside to the mercy of Seth’s finger pads. His honey dripped body hovered over you like smooth molasses, his aching erection rubbing gliding across your clit giving you chills. A suave hiss slipped from his lips in response to feeling his tip meet your sensitive place, his velvety hand cupping the side of your cheek. By the look in his devilish eyes you could tell he was ready, and you only returned the look. His hips lined up perfectly against yours, his fat cock smoothing into your hole giving you instant sensations at the feeling of being filled. With the high the was no space for pain, but only the immense pleasure you felt from him hips bucking into yours, and his dick filling your walls. “Oh fuck” you breathed, hiking your back and clutching onto his forearms. It was like an all in one sex toy. Everything was twice as hard, twice a deep, all the things you begged him for in normal circumstances. Everything was so intense...and it was amazing. He was writhed with pleasure too by his facial expression twitching trying to find the right way to express itself at the warm tightness of you that sent him into ecstasy.

♫Where did I go wrong? There's nothing I can do the thrill is gone So I play these nervous songs Pretend that I’m not barely hanging on♫

Like steam blowing gently at the boulders your stomach built - you felt another high approaching the one you were already hugged inside. With each pulse and twitch his hard dick writhed through you - you could feel he was going there too.

"Good girl..good girl" he rambled on as his aggression increased, your body bouncing with each thrust he gave.  "My precious little angel...Oh my fuck I need you...I love you...” You could fell his emotions pour out into the cup of escasty, that you took a long gulp of, your orgasm erupting and releasing like little small volcanoes. The highs you shared spoke for itself - Seth collapsing on top of you, and your own body in itself as you laid restlestly in the duvet. 

♫ And medicate Medicate Medicate me all night long♫

That high was over but you still were consumed. It was just added pleasure into the pool of divine you were bathing in. You could tell Seth felt the same way as he fell back into his previous position, right beside you, only his half of his body was now sprawled out on top of yours carelessly. He turned his head to look at you - a crooked yet soft smile across his lips. “Yknow - I’m seeing stuff n’ shit right now but..we’re - we’re in this together...Forever”. Each of Seth's words were dragged by the grasp of his weary voice yet you could tell it was genuine. All the words he wanted to say all this time came out.