#but for now... i need a femme i can take turns bouncing and moaning on it with

[handsomegentlebutch]

Woke up in the mood to get a femme pregnant accidentally on purpose. As revenge the femme can do the same thing to me.

[gubler-me-up]

Red Lingerie

Request: Can I ask for a Sub!reader fix please? Some heavy nsfw?

A/N: Thanks for the request, anon! Very simple request but did I ever struggle to think of something LOL I hope it checks all your heavy NSFW checkboxes and it satisfies your craving! Happy reading! 😏

Couple: Dom!Spencer/Sub Fem!reader

Category: Smut (NSFW 18+)

Content warning: Unprotected sex, choking, oral sex (male receiving), rough sex, creampie, hair pulling, overstimulation, fingering, penetrative sex, degradation, slight bondage, spanking, slapping, dom/sub dynamic, spitting, swearing

Word count: 5k

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Valentine’s Day was a day to celebrate the love between two lovers. Too bad your lover was away during the day. You two wanted to go out for a nice Valentine brunch, go for a romantic walk down by the lake before going home for the day to enjoy each other’s company. It was supposed to be extra special considering you two hadn’t spent a lot of time together for weeks.

Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend had an unpredictable job. He left a week before Valentine’s Day which earned him a huge, exaggerated sigh from you before you accepted he would be absent. You were excited to show him the special outfit you had planned for the night portion of your Valentine’s Day extravaganza. It was a little number you had picked up a few months prior because you felt as if you dripped sex in it.

When you tried it on in the store and looked at yourself, you felt as if you were the most beautiful version of a femme fatale. The mesh babydoll dress with mid-thigh high matching mesh stalkings that had a cute lace pattern at the top. The lace at the top of the stockings matched with the red lace thong that accompanied the outfit. Faux red feathers decorated the bottom of the mesh babydoll dress and a generous amount of the feathers covering your breasts. You knew it had to be yours immediately for not only your eyes to appreciate but for Spencer’s eyes as well.

You stood in front of the bathroom mirror with the lingerie hanging from your fingertips as you pressed it up against your nude body. You sighed as you thought of what could have been. You tossed the outfit aside as the chances of Spencer coming home for Valentine’s night was slimming by the hours. Even though you weren’t going to wear it you decided you could at least get ready as if you were about to wear it. You opened the cupboard and pulled out your favourite lotion that made your skin feel amazing. You then pulled out your hair products and tools.

You reached for your phone on the bathroom counter to change the playlist on your phone to something uplifting. Sometimes you needed the motivation to style your hair into something decent. You noticed a text from Spencer on your lock screen. You raised a curious eyebrow as you saw the message he had sent you. A smile instantly spread across your face and you could feel your heart race in excitement. You put down your phone before picking up your red lingerie piece.

You placed it against your body again. You admired yourself in the mirror once more but this time you looked more energized, over the moon even. You used your free hand to press the lingerie closer against your body as you rand your hand down it to mimic how Spencer’s hand would caress your body in a few minutes.

“I guess I am going to be his little whore tonight.”

You spent the next 20 minutes preparing yourself for his arrival. You knew how much he loved seeing you all dolled up for him. It made the unwrapping process so much more enticing for him. He loved stripping you from perfection down to the desperate whore you masked behind your perfect hair and put-together look. You loved the way he looked at you once he had you how he wanted you. It was as if you were his candy he wanted to indulge in over and over and over again.

You made sure your hair was perfectly done with not a single strand out of place. You made sure every part of your body had your favourite lotion portioned on it. You then pulled up your mid-thigh high stockings before slipping on your lace panties. You then completed your ensemble with the red baby doll dress. You made sure to fix your hair in the mirror one last time before leaving the bathroom to get yourself positioned.

Before you went on the bed, you went to the dresser and selected his favourite perfume of yours. You sprayed your neck once on the left and then once on the right. You lightly sprayed your breasts for him. You then sprayed your wrist and rubbed your wrists together to pass on the scent to the other. You placed the perfume bottle back in its spot and went to turn off the bedroom light.

When the lights went off the only light pouring in was from the February moonlight. You went to the side table to turn on the lamp to add a bit more light to the room. You didn’t waste any more time lingering on the small things as you knew he’d be home any minute now. You crawled in the bed to get yourself ready for his arrival. You laid on your side with one hand propping your head up with the other laying on your side.

It was as if he knew you were ready for him because not even a minute passed by when you heard the apartment door open. You felt your heart race again as you could hear him place his keys down on the side table next to the door and heard his footsteps walking towards the bedroom. He wasn’t even in your presence yet and you were already getting wet at the mere thought of all the things he would do to you.

He opened the bedroom door to see you waiting for him on the bed with your red lingerie. He had a large bouquet of red and white roses wrapped in a light pink wrapping paper. You believed he wanted to surprise you with them but you had beat him to the surprise of the night. He stood there, frozen, analyzing every inch of your body.

You smiled at him. “Are those roses for your favourite whore?”

He smirked before he started to move again. He walked over to the empty chair in the room and placed the flowers on it. He looked back over at you before taking off his suit jacket. You eagerly changed your position from laying down to being on your knees on the bed.

He walked over to you as he started to undo his tie. As soon as he stood in front of you, you couldn’t help but put your hands on his face. You looked at him with an overbearing lust in your eyes as you caressed your hands down to his neck to pull him closer to you. You took a hold of his undone tie with both hands as you stared into his desired driven eyes.

“Please make me your whore for tonight,” you begged.

He tried his best to refrain from breaking into a smile from how needy you sounded. He placed his hands on the back of your thighs and caressed them gently up and down. Your muscles loosened up under his touch and you just wanted him to wreck you already.

“I don’t think you’re ready to be my whore tonight,” he said.

You pouted. “I am. I want you to fuck me like a dirty whore. I want you to use me as a cum dump.”

He nested his head in the crook of your neck. You could feel his steady breathing on your neck before he planted two kisses on your neck. You let out an eager moan as you tugged on his tie to get some kind of response from him. He hit your earlobe softly before placing his mouth close to your ear.

“You want to be a cum slut not just a simple whore,” he whispered.

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be. If you want me to be your cum slut, I’ll be your cum slut. If you want me to be a filthy whore, I’ll be-”

You gasped as you felt him shove two of his fingers into you. You felt his fingers steadily flick against your g-spot. You moaned out a hungry as you desperately wanted him to continue. He had you right where he wanted you and you wanted to continue being in his lustful grasp.

“I’ll decide what you are and what you’re not tonight. Do I make myself clear?” He asked.

“Y-yes, sir,” you whimpered.

He took out his fingers from inside you. He leaned away from you and you immediately dropped your grip on his tie. From the way he looked at you it was clear he was ready to use you like the whore you wanted to be treated like. He placed his fingers on your mouth and then shoved them in so you could taste yourself. You moaned in delight to let him know you enjoyed the taste.

“I need a good vessel for my dick. Do you think your whore mouth can do that?” He asked.

You nodded in response. He took his fingers out of your mouth and immediately gripped your neck. He pulled you close to his face so you could see how disappointed he looked.

“I think a desperate whore like you can use her words,” he said.

“My whore mouth can do anything for you, sir,” you said.

“I don’t want to hear any gagging. You’re going to take my dick like a deprived whore. Am I making myself fucking clear?” He asked.

“Yes, sir,” you responded.

Without another word exchanged, he pushed you down to the side with you looking up to the ceiling. He gripped onto your hair and yanked your head so it would dangle off the bed. Even though you could see he still had his pants on you didn’t wait to open your mouth to prepare yourself for his dick.

You watched eagerly the upside-down image of him undressing. He threw his tie on the bed which could only mean he was planning on using it later. He threw off his dress shirt and flung it on the ground. He then unbuttoned his dress pants and pulled them off just leaving his underwear on.

He approached your mouth and rested his bulge on your mouth. You licked the fabric which concealed what you really wanted in your mouth. You could feel his hard dick through the fabric which made you overly excited and overly wet.

“Pull it off if you want it so bad, whore,” he demanded.

You didn’t hesitate to yank his underwear off. His dick slapped you on your face as it bounced out which made you smile. With no more delay, he shoved it in your mouth. You tried your hardest not to gag on it, especially when he went right into fucking your mouth.

He pulled down the top of your babydoll dress to reveal your breasts. He gripped your right breast into his right hand with a mighty grip on it. You let out a powerful moan in response. He slapped your breast and you felt the sting linger before he did it again.

“Did I tell you to make a fucking noise? Your mouth is for sucking my dick, not for commentary,” he said as he slapped your breast again.

Your facial muscles flinched but you didn’t make another sound. If you wanted to be his whore for the night, you had to do everything he said. You knew what he had in store for you was going to be a night of sexual thrills.

You then felt his hands messing around with your underwear. You heard a slight rip of lace but didn’t care since you expected it to happen. When he was in the zone, clothing couldn’t keep him from getting what he wanted from you. You soon felt his fingers back in you stroking your g-spot. You tried your best to refrain from moaning even though he was pushing you towards it.

“Your whore pussy’s as wet as your fucking mouth. I can’t choose which one to cum in first,” he said.

You felt your legs tremble as he started to stroke your g-spot even more intensely. You tried your best not to make a single sound and continued to let him fuck your mouth. Your spit started to leak out of your mouth and go down your face. You could feel it go down your cheeks, past your forehead, and into your hair in an overflowing, bubbly stream.

Your focus switched from your hair to your clit when you felt him fiercely circling your clit. You couldn’t even hide how badly your legs trembled and you could no longer hold back your moans. You let out a cry of a moan repeatedly. Your sounds only motivated him to go faster and faster around your clit. His thrusts inside your mouth started to become more rapid and deep to the point where his dick was touching your throat.

“I thought I told you not to say a fucking word while I’m fucking your disgusting whore mouth,” he said.

You couldn't even respond to plea your case as his thrusts weren’t lightening up and neither was his hand around your clit. He stopped circling your clit and landed a harsh slap on your overstimulated clit. You let out a muffled shriek as the slap tingled throughout your body. He then went back to circling it for a few seconds before slapping it again. You arched your back as you muffled out another shriek.

“You were fucking begging me to treat you like a whore and you can’t even put out like one. You better be the fucking best cum slut right now if you want a chance to get fucked,” he said.

He went back to circling your clit as you tried to maintain your cool. Then you felt it. You felt a tingling sensation overcome your body. You tried to hold it back. You tried extremely hard to. Then he put his fingers back in you to stroke your g-spot relentlessly. You had no choice at that point but to cum.

You arched your back further as you let your orgasm take over your body. You moaned loudly around his mouth but he didn’t let up from fucking your mouth. He also wasn’t done with you. You felt him roughly squeeze your left breast in response to you having an orgasm. You let out a muffled shriek in response.

He went back to rapidly circling your overstimulated clit. You were still on a high from your orgasm so you couldn’t control anything any longer. You could feel tears forming in your eyes from how overwhelmed your pussy felt from his touch. You muffled a scream around his dick as you felt yourself squirt. He slapped it one last time which nearly made you jolt off the bed.

“You weak fucking whore. You get a little overstimulated and you decide to cum,” he said.

You didn’t attempt to moan anything. He didn’t give you the chance to anyway. He grabbed the back of your head to push your mouth all the way on his dick. You couldn’t hold back your gag as he hit the back of your throat. You could feel the tears drip from your eyes to join your saliva in your hair.

You couldn’t even move back from it with the way he gripped your head. He had you exactly where he wanted you and where you wanted him to have you. In no more than a few seconds you felt his cum in your mouth. You coughed since it tickled the back of your throat. He soon pulled it out to look at you. You let out a few more coughs and some of his cum managed to leak out of the side of your mouth.

He didn’t ignore your little slip-up. He slapped you on your cheek as a response to wasting his cum. You took it with no complaint because you knew you were being bad for wasting his cum after you begged for it. You already disappointed him with disobeying his demand of you being quiet and now this. You were definitely in for some big trouble.

“What kind of fucking cum slut wastes cum?” He asked as he slapped you again.

“A bad one, sir,” you whimpered.

“Don’t beg for shit if you can’t fucking deliver,” he said with another slap to your cheek.

“I’m so sorry, sir. I promise I’ll be a good cum whore from now on, sir,” you begged.

He grabbed you by your hair and sat you up on the bed. He then yanked you off the bed with your still slightly shaky legs. You got off and he pulled you down to your knees so you were face to face with his dick.

“Apologize to it,” he said as he shoved your face into his pelvis.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“Sorry for what?” He asked.

“For wasting your cum,” you said.

He shoved your head down towards his balls. You assumed he wanted you to put them in your mouth to show how really sorry you were. You placed them in your mouth and sucked on them until a fresh pool of saliva escaped your mouth. He then pulled you away and forced you to look up at him. You could see this desire mixed with fury in his eyes. You could feel a tingle run down your spine again. If he could send chills down your spine with just a look he definitely owned you. You could have just melted into a pool with the way he looked as if he wanted to fuck his rage into you.

“Do you think you deserve punishment?” He asked.

“Yes, I do, sir. I’ve been such a bad cum slut,” you said.

He slapped you on the cheek with his free hand. “Don’t dare call yourself a cum slut until you can properly take cum. Fucking get up.”

He didn’t give you the chance to stand on your own two feet before he yanked you up by your hair. He pulled off your red babydoll lingerie dress and tossed it aside. He then threw your torso onto the bed, leaving your legs to be close to the floor. He pulled down your underwear and you stepped out of it. You felt him roughly squeeze your right ass cheek as if he was trying to find the right spot or the most tender part. You knew exactly what he was going to do and only a second later did he do it.

You let out a scream as he harshly spanked your right ass cheek. It stung so bad you knew it was going to leave some sort of bruise in the morning. He then did it again in the same spot. You screamed again as you tensed your right ass cheek from the pain. You knew his hand was in the air for a third one on the same spot so out of instinct you placed the back of your hand on the spot he hit. You could feel the heat radiating off from it.

“You fucking slut,” he said.

He grabbed your wrist and yanked it away from the spot he had hit. He then grabbed your other wrist and held them both together with his right hand. You turned your head to the left to see what he was going to do next. You saw him reach for his tie he had thrown on the bed and knew the chances of you using your hands for the rest of the night were slim.

He tied your wrists together as tightly as he possibly could. He made sure you weren’t able to interfere with his punishment any further. He yanked on his tie to see if it was tight enough. You knew they were tight enough just by the way they squeezed your wrists. They would definitely leave a mark once you were untied.

He noticed you looking at what he was doing. You immediately looked away so he wouldn’t think you were trying to overpower him in any way. You were genuinely curious as to what he was doing. You knew he wouldn’t accept that answer at all.

You felt his body closer to you as if he was leaning over you. You felt his teeth dig into your shoulder and you let out a short yelp. Then he did it again and again and again across your shoulder until he reached your ear. You bit your lip so you wouldn’t make another weak sound.

He grazed his lips on your ear. “This is exactly why a slut like you needs someone like me to keep you in line.”

You nodded your head still without looking at him. You felt his hand grab the back of your neck. He turned it so you had to face him. His eyes were low and his breathing was oddly calm and steady. You hadn’t even done much work but you knew you looked wild and untamed compared to him. Exactly how he loved you to look.

“Isn’t that right, slut?” He asked.

“Yes, sir,” you whimpered.

“You’re going to take your punishment and you’re going to fucking love it. Are we clear on that?” He asked.

“Yes, sir,” you said.

He leaned up and didn’t waste a second. You felt him spank the same spot for the fourth time. You buried your face into the sheets to prevent your scream from hitting his ears. He grabbed your hair and yanked it up.

“Say how much you fucking love it,” he demanded as he sparked the same spot.

“I fucking love it,” you screamed with tears stinging your eyes again.

“Keep saying it,” he said as he spanked the same spot again.

“I fucking love it. I fucking love it. I fucking love it. I fucking love it,” you repeatedly shrieked as he continued to spank the same spot.

He then let your hair go. You let your head fall onto the bed in silent relief. You breathed heavily into the sheets as you took the time to catch your breath. It didn’t even sting anymore. After the fifth time it almost became numb. Obviously your punishment wasn’t over though. He yanked your head up by his right hand this time.

“Next cheek,” he said.

His announcement was followed by a deafening spank on a fresh canvas. You bit your lip hard as you tried not to scream. You let your tears freely escape your eyes as he did it again.

“I fucking love it. I fucking love it,” you repeated as he spanked you repeatedly.

“That’s what a fucking cum slut should act like. Pathetic and desperate,” he said as he spanked you again.

“I’m a pathetic fucking cum slut,” you screamed as he spanked you again.

He yanked your hair. “And what are you fucking desperate for?”

“Your cum in my pussy,” you screamed as he spanked you again.

He yanked you up so you were standing in front of him. He shifted your body so you were facing away from the bed. He yanked your hair back so you could see his face. By the way he looked at you, you knew it was time. You tried to refrain from smirking to avoid another round of spanks.

“You better make me fucking happy,” he said.

“I’m your fucking cum dump, sir. I won’t waste it again, I swear,” you said.

He then pushed you over so you were at a 90-degree angle. You had nothing supporting you by your legs and your back. Your hands were still tied and you had no bed to rest on. You knew this was his way of testing how committed you were to his need for you to be his willing cum slut.

He grabbed your ass and you let out a soft yelp from the sting that ran through your body. You waited in anticipation as you could feel his dick outside of your hole. You wanted to move back so bad to take him into you fully. You had to keep reminding yourself about the stinging of your ass to calm your desire for him to fuck you.

He cut you from your thoughts as he pushed you back onto his dick. You shrieked out of surprise as you felt his whole dick enter you. He kept pushing you back and forth instead of thrusting into you. It was a unique choice but a calculated move. He for sure wanted to test you and you weren’t one to make a mistake twice. It was hard keeping your balance as your stockings were sliding against the hardwood floor.

“Keep your fucking balance, slut,” he demanded.

“Yes, sir,” you moaned.

You straightened yourself up as you continued to let him use you in the way he pleased. You could hear him making slight groaning sounds which you hadn’t heard all night. You just knew he was in love with the way his dick felt in you. You started to think he realized how good of a cum slut you could be with a pussy like yours. Your mouth could use a bit more work but he could never complain about the way your pussy hugged his dick so well.

“Your pussy sounds as if it’s ready for cum,” he said.

You took the time to hear the way your pussy sounded when his dick went in and out of you. You smiled at the sound of it. He then sped up the pace. Nothing but his groans, your moans and the sound of your juices sounded the room.

“My slut pussy wants your cum in me,” you moaned.

He continued to move you back and forth on his dick at a rapid pace to what you guessed was to come to his finish. Your legs started to wobble and become unstable as his strokes made you unbalanced. You arched forward as the pleasure of him fucking you was taking over your whole body.

He smashed you against him all the way. You shrieked at the thrill of having his dick all the way in you. You didn’t even care about the sting you felt when your ass hit his body. He grabbed your hair to pull you all the way up so your body was against his. He pulled your hair back so you could look at him again.

He placed his mouth against your neck to bite it. You moaned loudly in satisfaction and widened your eyes as you felt him full you with his cum. You bit your lip as he slowed down his pace to gently fuck his cum into you.

“Let’s see how good your slut pussy took my cum,” he said into your neck.

He pulled out his dick from you and reached down to rub his finger up your pussy. You shivered at his touch and let out a soft moan as he inspected. He brought his finger up so you both could see how well you did. There was a little bit of cum on his fingers. You eagerly opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out. He gave in to your eagerness by glazing his cum on your tongue.

You gladly took his cum into your mouth. You made sure to show him how happy you were to have his cum in your mouth again. You wanted him to know you wouldn’t dare waste another drop of his cum. You opened your mouth to show him every trace of his cum was gone.

“Now that’s how a cum slut takes cum,” he said.

“Does that mean I can always be your cum slut, sir?” You asked.

“You have major potential, slut,” he said.

He used his other hand to grip the side of your cheeks. He squeezed them hard enough for you to open your mouth. He spit into your mouth. He let go of your face and watched you swallow his spit. You opened your mouth to show him you could swallow more than cum to make him happy.

“I’m dedicated to being your personal cum slut,” you said.

“I love to hear that, slut. I can’t wait to use you again,” he said.

“Maybe another day though. I think I overworked you tonight,” he said.

He let your hair go as he backed up from you. He untied your wrists and you could feel the circulation back in your hands. You watched him go over to the chair and pick up the bouquet of roses. He looked back at you with a gentle smile but still had lust glazing over his eyes. He walked over to you with the bouquet.

“For my favourite cum slut,” he said.

You smiled as you took the bouquet from him. He grabbed your face to pull you closer to him. He hit you with a huge, pleasure-filled kiss. It felt as if he waited to give you this kiss from the time he walked through the door. He backed away from you and leaned into your neck to kiss it.

“I know you wore that perfume for me. Don’t think I didn’t notice. I love a cum slut who cares about the little details for me,” he whispered in your neck.

“I would do anything for you, sir. Thank you for the flowers,” you said.

He leaned up from your neck to look at you. He grabbed your neck gently which brought a proud smile to your face. He grabbed your ass which caused you to yelp pathetically. It brought a smile to his face.

“There are also chocolate covered-strawberries in the kitchen for you. Eat up so you have the energy to be my cum slut again. I want to give your mouth a second chance,” he said.

“Thank you, sir. I promise I won’t disappoint this time,” you said.

He kissed you gently on the lips. “I love to hear that. Happy Valentine’s Day, slut.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sir.”

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[bestiesenpai]

Movie Night - Itadori Yuji

I have considered it, and I like it. Aged up 18+, femme reader

“Yuji!” It’s hot underneath the blankets, but neither of you make a move to take them off. A curse flies past his lips, and Yuji grips your thighs harder, rutting deeper into you. The air surrounding you is hot, impossibly so, from your passionate romp in the sheets. Just as his hand grips the space under your ribs, your phone goes off obnoxiously loud.

“That’s our alarm.” Yuji says, but he makes no move to stop pushing his cock into you. His eyes are closed tightly, savoring every moment of your sweat covered body sliding against his. It keeps going off, a loud reminder against the backdrop of your staggered panting.

Desperate to get to that blissful high, you dig your heels into his lower back. Yuji lets out a deep moan as your nails rake down his skin, and he’s just about to get you to cum when the sound of the alarm is replaced by your ringtone. Slapping a hand on his chest, you stutter him to a halt.

“Fuck.” Sticking a hand out, you fumble to grab your phone and answer it. “H-hello?”

“(Y/N), do you want sour candy or chocolate?” Nobara asks on the other side of the phone.

“Uh, sour.” You answer.

“Alright. Fushiguro and I will be there in two minutes!” She shouts before hanging up. Setting your phone back down, you take a few deep breaths.

“You heard her.” Rubbing a hand down your face, you feel Yuji begin to unwind himself from you.

“The fun’s over already?” Sukuna asks, a small mouth popping up on Yujis face.

“Yeah.” Yuji has no will to tell him to be quiet, not when both of you have been blue balled like this. With a strangled moan, trying not to sound too disappointed or frustrated, Yuji pulls out of you. Throwing the blanket off your bodies, he shivers when his sweat begins to evaporate.

“Well…” You both stare down at where you’d been previously connected, your thighs a slick mess and Yujis rock hard cock glistening in the light.

“Let’s get dressed, I don’t want us to get caught.” Yuji breaks the silence first, and he’s also the first to leave the bed to search for your clothes. He’s quick to dress in what he’d previously had on, but you were a little slower.

“Hey!” Nobara shouts, not bothering to knock as she throws the door open.

“Movie night!” Yuji manages to cheer, his hand hovering in front of his crotch where his poorly hidden erection is. Taking the candy Nobara hands out, he quickly puts the movie on that she chose for the night.

“Try and act a little more excited, Fushiguro.” You jest from the bed where the blankets are drawn tight around you. You’d only put your top clothes on, still bare and dripping from the waist down.

“Woo.” Twirling a bored finger in the air, Fushiguro raises his brows and drops them back down. Flopping down in their seats, the two new arrivals get comfortable easily.

“I’ve been waiting all week to watch this.” Nobara says, bouncing in her chair excitedly a few times as the opening credits begin to roll.

“Feeling okay?” Yuji whispers as he crawls into bed behind you, pulling you to rest your back on his chest.

“Yeah.” Grabbing a hand that had settled on your arm, you bring Yuji's fingers down between your legs.

“Ha ha, naughty girl.” Sukuna whispers, and you can feel a tongue lick the inside of your thigh.

“Stop.” Yuji grunts, covering it up with a cough as he slaps the mouth on his hand. Keeping your eyes trained on the film, you casually open your bag of candy and pop a couple pieces in your mouth.

It’s quiet except for the commentary between the four of you at certain scenes. You laugh loudly and are in open awe of the movie, so much so that for a moment you can forget that you’re still craving a release.

During a tense scene, Yujis hand grips the inside of your thigh, and you’re brought back to the pressing matter. Leaning your head back, you press a single kiss against his jawline, hoping he’ll get the hint.

“Hm.” He grunts, and his fingers release you. Biting your lip, you try and grab his hand and place it back on you when the feeling of his waistband sliding down your back alerts you. The hot press of his cock against your lower back is enough to make you whimper just slightly.

Yuji doesn’t tear his eyes from the screen, blinking owlishly as the story progresses. With a steady hand on his cock, he digs his fingers under your ass and hoists you up. It’s not hard to find your slit, and the wetness that had accumulated there making it nearly too easy for him to bottom out immediately.

All anyone would see if they looked at you was just a readjusting of your legs and some smoothing out of the blanket over you. Yuji rests his chin on your shoulder and laughs at something funny, all the while his cock is twitching inside you. You’re about to whisper to him and ask what he’s doing, when you get a text on your phone.

[Yuji]: sit nice and still for me and I promise as soon as they leave I’ll give you exactly what you want

Biting your lip hard at his text, your walls squeeze him at the implication. There was a sharp inhale from the man behind you, but nothing else. Turning your head, you press your lips directly against his ear.

“Okay.” Your voice is so quiet you’re surprised he still heard you. Turning your head back the right way, you lace your fingers together with Yujis. Eager for the night to be over, you try not to squirm around too much.

But by the second movie, you can feel the sweat begin to form on the back of your neck. You’d only expected one movie for tonight, there was only one Nobara had been talking about for ages, but Yuji suddenly wanted to watch another one.

He had Fushiguro put it on for him with a bright smile stretching his cheeks. He ignored the shocked look you gave him in favor of munching on some snacks, and when the two of them left for the bathroom, he was on his phone bored.

“W-what’re you doing?” You ask, voice more akin to a whine than anything.

“What do you mean? I’m having a movie night with my friends.” He says that, and yet he’s just staring at the home screen on his phone with a blank stare. His other hand that had been holding yours untagles.

“Yuji, I-” A strangled gasp rips through you as his fingers graze your clit. Slapping a hand over your mouth, you fight to keep a moan at bay.

“Hm? Is something wrong?” Only now does his facade drop and a smirk grazes his face.

“You can’t-” You try again, but his fingers tap your puffy clit and cause you to jolt almost violently. Your hands fly down to grab his hand, but he drops his phone and keeps your arms pinned down.

“I can’t wait any longer (Y/N), I need to feel you cum on my cock.” Yuji’s voice is rough, his desperation finally showing through. Giving your clit a gentle pinch, he doesn’t need to gather the slick coming out of you, it’s already smeared all over you.

His fingers slip and glide across your clit with ease, and he even gives you the tiniest thrusts up. With his nose buried in your neck, Yuji is just as affected as you are, and as the seconds tick by the more he thinks about just locking the door and fucking you senseless.

“Woo, I needed that!” Nobara reappears with Fushiguro right behind her.

“Welcome!” Yuji grins, and it’s only now you realize that he’d let go of your arms and grabbed his phone again. “Let’s press play already!”

“Hey (Y/N), are you okay?” Fushiguro peers at your face, slightly damp with sweat and contorted awkwardly as you fight to remain neutral.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine, I was just coughing on some water earlier.” You make a dumb gesture to the water bottle at the bedside table and force your eyes forward.

“Alright.” Fushiguro drops the subject with no further question, and he sits back down as the movie begins to play again. For a moment, you assume you’re safe. Yuji wouldn’t take such a risk like this now that everyone was back. But a quick flick of his wrist has you gasping loudly in the quiet room.

“(Y/N)?” The people around you say your name with concern, even Yuji manages to fake it as he looks at you.

“I-I’m fine, I just remembered something I have to do later.” A shit excuse, but no one can call you out on it. With lingering looks, Nobara and Fushiguro turn away and back to the TV.

“You gotta be quiet, pretty girl.” Sukuna whispers to you, his tongue flicking out to graze your cheek. You nod just barely, just enough for him to get the hint. Squeezing your mouth closed with your hand, you nearly gasp again as Yuji presses hard on your clit.

Thankfully, the new movie he’d chosen was one full of action and loud scenes, perfect to cover up your not so quiet whimpers. Yuji expertly works your clit between his fingers and every so often you can feel his slightly laboured breath in your ear.

With your gummy walls pulsing around him, Yuji only needs to work you over a few times to get you to milk him for all he’s worth. The feeling of hot ropes of cum filling you is surprising, but as you force yourself to orgasm as silently as possible, you don’t have the brain power to worry about it.

“Good girl.” Sukuna chuckles, just as breathless as Yuji. His hand leaves your cunt, and his tongue not so subtly licks his fingers clean. Your body is tingling with stimulation and you’re nearly too sensitive to move, but you manage to lean back against Yuji.

“Just stay nice and still till it’s all over.” Yuji whispers, and you immediately agree to his terms. And when the second movie is over, you let out a loud sigh of relief, ready to be free from this torture. “Hey guys, what do you think about just one more movie?”

[imagineslashers]

wowowowow hi, your writing is so good!! ;A; can I please request a femme!blissfield butcher x reader? maybe a shy reader who previously had a crush on Millie and does even more now, but doesn’t know the truth? thank you thank you so much if u can!! or just anything as long as it’s the femme version fkfkdk

thank you so much! here you go! this gets a little saucy but nothing ott! hope you like it!

also, this is kinda tricky to write with pronouns, but because the reader assumes it’s really Millie, i use she/her and the name Millie until the reader realises they’re not really her, if that makes sense!

The anticipation is killing you.

The sound of your heart thudding is only drowned out by the rhythmic thumping of your fingers on the steering wheel as you pull into the seedy bar you’ve been invited to.

It was just on the edge of town, nothing special, the local watering hole filled with exhausted workers and eager players. Not the kind of place you would normally agree to meet someone. As you park up and step out of the car, the wind steals your breath, whipping your hair before retreating with playful whispers.

One text brought you here, and you can’t stop thinking about it.

Wanna play?

Harding’s Bar, 8 PM

- M

You tug anxiously at the bottom of your jacket and pull it tighter around yourself, stepping towards the bar, painfully aware of how loud your shoes are in the quiet evening. The only other sounds are muffled laughter and music pouring out from the slits of the doorway up ahead.

A warm hand grabs at your wrist from behind and you shriek, whirling around to find the calm face of the girl you’ve had a crush on for the longest time. Millie. 

She’s stunning, her red leather jacket reflecting the dim lighting and complimented by her slightly smudged red lipstick. The curls in her ponytail bounce as she tilts her head to survey you, inspecting your outfit, eyes roaming hungrily over your body with an intensity that makes you blush.

Finally, after a few painfully long seconds of her gripping your wrist and staring, she cracks a grin. “Don’t you look just darling.” She coos, releasing your arm which drops limply back at your side as you fumble for something to say.

“Hi Millie.” You manage to push out breathlessly, instantly cringing at how timid you sound. If she notices, she doesn’t show it, instead glancing at the bar behind you. 

“Wanna go for a walk, cutie?” Millie gestures with a jerk of her head towards the dark, empty park across the road. Confusion settles in your mind, wondering why she asked you to a bar if she’s not going to go in. Millie senses this before you can ask the question and she laughs, the sound echoing eerily back to you. “Come on, I don’t want any of those gross men in there seeing you looking like this.” Millie gestures to you, biting her lip for emphasis. “No, you’re all mine tonight. Let’s go somewhere more private.”

Numb and red in the face, you can only nod as Millie grins, easily gripping your hand with more strength than you had expected. She leads you across the empty road and you’re soon both swallowed by the darkness of the park.

You’ve been attracted to Millie for quiet a while, but were always just too shy to ask her out, or find out if she feels the same way. Instead, you’ve been admiring her from afar, pining over her like a puppy. However, you were not always that subtle with your feelings, and the Butcher caught onto those emotions very early, sparking a curiosity that meant he just had to find out more.

When Millie changed to this new bad-girl act, you weren’t exactly put off. It was hot, very hot, but a little concerning that Millie changed so quickly. You still can’t say what it is about her, but she’s different in ways that pull you in even more than before.

She brings you out of your thoughts with a sudden gasp that makes you falter, looking around for the source of her surprise. The playground glints in the moonlight and she pulls you harder, making you stumble as you try to keep up with her relentless pace. Only once she has reached the slide does she stop, turning and pushing you onto the bottom of it. You sit down at once to stop yourself from falling, looking up at her.

“Why did you want to come out with me?” You barely speak above a murmur, and she crouches in front of you at eye level, pursing her lips for a second.

“Hm.” She reaches out with one hand and brushes her fingertips along your jaw. “You’re so cute and innocent, I don’t know why she- I mean, why I never saw that before.” Her voice drops down to match your tone, a sultry murmur, as her fingers venture down your throat. She bats her eyelashes, smiling in a predatory way you’ve never seen her do before. “And you like me too, don’t you, Y/N?” Her hand rests over your throat, fingers curling around the back of your neck, her voice becoming colder and hungry.

You know you’re in danger, this isn’t the Millie you first had a crush on, but you can’t help the way your pulse thrums to life under her fingertips. Instead of backing out, of moving away from her lightly squeezing hand, you can’t help it.

“Y-yes.”

That’s all she needs before she pushes forward, shoving you further up the slide so she can trap you under her body. Her thighs straddle on the outside of yours to keep you in place, one hand on the edge of the slide, the other still lightly squeezing and releasing your throat rhythmically.

You release an involuntary moan and she doesn’t miss it, grinning against your mouth, kissing you like you’re her oxygen and she’s been drowning. Nothing matters, not how weird she’s behaving, not how public this is, not how badly you need to take a breath.

Millie pulls away from you, her hand around your throat now venturing below your shirt as you gasp for air. “You want me, don’t you Y/N? Want me to make you feel good? Want me to make you all mine?” The words becoming more and more threatening, shifting from a purr to a growl as she rakes her fingers across the soft skin of your stomach. 

You’re helpless beneath her and can only whisper your agreement, your fingers bunching in her blonde locks.

“Y/N!” The shout pierces the silence and fills you with alarm. “Y/N! That’s not Millie!” The flustered face of Nyla appears with Josh in tow, and a dark male silhouette following behind them. You’re confused, glancing between the three of them and then to Millie’s exhilarated expression inches from your face.

Time seems to slow as “Millie” begins to smile, swiping her tongue across her lower lip. “Aw, what a shame they’re spoiling our fun!” In a split second, you can see instantly that they’re not lying, no matter how bizarre it may seem; by the glint of mischief and cruelty in “her” eyes, you understand that this is not Millie - but then why are you still attracted to this dangerous stranger?

The Butcher rocks their hips and bites at the skin beneath your jaw while you contemplate how utterly screwed you are in this situation. Before Millie’s friends can reach the two of you, the Butcher grabs you by the hand and yanks you to your feet, taking off back towards the car park of the bar. In their hand, the keys to your car which you hadn’t even noticed them take from your pocket.

“Get in, baby, this isn’t over!” The mix of hysteria and desire in those bright blue eyes makes you compliant as you throw yourself into the passenger seat and strap yourself in tightly.

“Oh shit, what am I doing?!” You can barely say the words as the car is thrown out onto the road, screeching as it tries to grip the road before jumping off down the avenue towards town.

The Butcher laughs in response to your exclamation and pushes hard on the gas, leaving behind Millie’s friends and your sense of self preservation.

[onlyfansdotcomslashshawnmendes]

Start of Something Great

hi i haven’t written anything in a HOT minute. But I really have been sitting on that ask about sneaking around with Shawn for a hot minute too. So here it is, cheating..with Shawn. Which of course we don’t condone here but, some good angst, and Shawn being a lil cocky hot jock, cool right?  NSFW/ Smut / Jock Shawn/ Cheating with Shawn / Car sex / gratuitous oral scenes / Impatient h*rny Shawn /vague college boy style daddy kink / Angsty /Catching feelings /undescribed femme character because fuck non-inclusive descriptions✨ / 3.5k words 

“Crush, who's got a crush?” Turn off the car. Look around. “I like the way you blush.” Get out, lock the car. Walk across the parking lot, head down. “I like the way you bite.” Get into his car, the backseat. Head still down. Cheeks hot. “Touch, each time we touch,” He gets out, a smirk painted on pink lips. “I wanna take too much.” Steal a glance, clouds of breath, long fingers reaching for the door. “Keep me up all night” The door pulls open, he slips into the backseat as well. The door locks “I wanna scratch your surface.” Lips crushed together, teeth almost clashing at the simple eagerness of it. “I wanna feel your groove.” Her cold fingertips pulled at clothes, pushing off jackets and scratching his pale skin. “I wanna be your needle.” The windows of the car were already fogging up in the cold Toronto air, body heat raising the temperature of the car. “I wanna lick your wound.” His lips found her neck, warm kisses sticking to her skin. She could feel the cold steel of his earring brush her cheek. “You wanna play with fire?” Her fingers ran up his neck, tangling into brown curls, pulling already. “Stick and poke tattoo?” Teeth. She felt his teeth against her neck, “Easy,” she whispered. “Sorry, I missed you,” he murmured as those teeth found her ear. “You wanna play, my new girl?” Her hand ran under his shirt, fingertips tracing the outline of hard muscles. “I wanna play with you.” Her fingertips ran lower, brushing over his belt. “Is this your sex playlist or something?” she asked with a laugh. He paused, pulling back and glancing at the front of his car, “No,” he said before looking back at her, “Are you listening to the music right now? I’m almost insulted. ” he said before pushing her jacket off, pushing her shirt up. Almost as soon as he did, he pushed her bra up as well, humming as her breasts fell out the bottom. “No I just..” she started, but she was cut short as his lips found her chest. “God you have…such nice fucking tits,” he whispered. Calloused hands cupped her breasts, massaging and kneading her tender skin as his lips moved over her. His tongue teased her nipples, hardening them in the cool air.  “Shawn…” she breathed his name, wrapping her arms around his head as his lips worked over her. She wanted to pull her shirt all the way off, the only thing stopping her was… Well, the simple fact they were in a parking lot. There were no cars around them, but she was still nervous. Her fingers combed through his curls as he sucked at her chest, almost playing with them. “Do you want me to eat your pussy?” It caught her off guard, she’d barely noticed he’d stopped. “I uh…” and she glanced around. “What?” Shawn asked, sitting back up straight, “You said your lunch break was an hour, we have time.” She shook her head, “No I just, we’ve never done that before, like a car..” her voice was soft. “You’ve never done it before maybe,” he said laughing, shrugging some, “You’re the one who didn’t want to come back to my dorm.” He said and she nodded, “No I know, I just, what if someone sees?” she asked. “Who?” Shawn asked, tapping his finger on the window covers on his back windows. Of course the front was still open, but the back was rather closed off on the sides. “The dude leering in my windshield? Back or front?” he asked smirking some. For a moment, she thought about the window covers, how often did he do this..with who else. So much so he’d bought those? “Right, sorry, I’m just..nervous.” she whispered. Shawn shrugged then, taking his discarded jacket, and hanging it in front of his back window. He took hers then, hanging each side at the safety handles in the front seat, making a making shift sort of partition, “Better?” She nodded, but then reached in closer to him, kissing his lips harder this time. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, letting her fingers play in those curls again. “…Tell your boys it’s going down.” He broke those kisses, and he moved, a bit awkwardly but then shifting to ‘stand’ in front of her. “We in the zone now, don't stop.” Bent over, he pulled her leggings down and off, setting them on the car seat beside her. “You can keep your hands on me, touch me right there, rock my body.” Moments later, her panties followed as he moved to his knees on the floorboard. “I can't keep my hands off you, your body is my party.” His hands spread her legs wide, pushing them up so her shoes rested on his car seat. “I'm doing this little dance for you.” His lips were instantly moving up her inner thighs, not even giving her a moment to feel exposed. “You got me so excited.” No that came after, as his tongue dragged up her slit. “Now it's just me on you” His tongue found her clit, teasing it, drawing circles and flickering there. “Your body's my party, let's get it started.” Her mouth fell open in soft moans as her fingers tangled once more into his hair. “Boy, you should know that your love is always on my mind.” His tongue dragged lower, and she gasped, feeling it push into her. He pushed it deep, his face tight against her. She could feel his breath hot, through his nose against her clit. “I'm not gonna fight it, I want it all the time.” His tongue kept working into her, pumping over and over. His eyes shut tight. “Boy you should know that your love is always on my mind.” She was getting …way too close, way too fast, and on the verge of telling him. But finally, his lips pulled back from her. Relief. “I can't it deny it, I want you, I want you.” Her eyes watched the way his jaw got tight, cheeks hollowing as he leaned in to spit against her pussy. God, he was so dirty. “This…has to be a sex playlist,” she almost laughed. His brown eyes flickered up as two fingers pressed together dragged up and down her slit, like spreading his saliva. He took a moment to push his fingers half into her, and leaning up, spitting a long string of saliva onto his fingers. “Now I am insulted,” he said in a low voice as he pushed those fingers deep into her. Immediately they pushed up, and they made her gasp, her hips jerked forward. It was so sticky…as if she’d needed that spit at all. “You’re…demonic Mendes,” she panted those words as his free hand pushed his hair out of his face. “I love it when you talk dirty to me baby,” he purred. His fingers worked into her, and she clenched around them so tightly she thought he’d stop moving them. Her hips almost pushed forward to each movement for more friction, and she cursed herself for it. Soon, his head leaned back down, and she felt his lips on her again. He tilted his head to the side, curls falling on her thigh as he worked her clit. His lips gave kisses, tongue teasing and circling, and he’d suck softly in between all of it. Even so, his fingers were relentless, and she was sure she was soaking his car seat now. “Shawn…” she moaned, her body arching as her hands pulled his hair tight. “Shawn you’re going to make me cum...” her voice was almost a broken sob at this point, and her words only served to make him moan against her skin. His fingers didn’t stop, if anything they got faster, and his lips and tongue worked hungrily. “Sh-awn..” she almost choked his name as she pleaded. But soon her hips lifted entirely off of the seat, grinding up against his face as she reached her orgasm. She clenched so tightly against his fingers. One of her hands shot to her mouth covering it so she wouldn’t scream. But she still gave broken dry sobs as she rode out that high. The whole time she rode it out, Shawn peppered soft kisses over her, working fingers into her, making her whimper and whine. Finally, as her hands pushed him back, he did pull back, looking up at her with a soft grin on his lips, “Good?” he asked. She gave a shy nod as he leaned in, kissing her lips hard. While he kissed her, he slowly moved up, sitting back on the seat beside her. She slipped her legs back down into a normal sitting position, glancing over at him and hoping he didn’t notice she was already shaking. She swore she could feel her heartbeat in her pussy right now. But her eyes were locked on his hands, undoing his belt, and he pushed his jeans down. No underwear. As his jeans reached his thighs, his cock popped free, and she couldn’t help but watch it bounce in place. He was such a stereotype and she wondered if he knew it. “Well, are you going to stare at it or are you going to suck it?” his voice woke her up from that thought and she almost jumped. She had to stop herself from apologizing, but she nodded, leaning over to him. She stayed on the seat, almost turning sideways, and leaning down on one elbow. Her free hand wrapped around his cock and slowly tugged it as she pushed soft full lipped kisses over his skin. Her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, and she dragged her lips along the length. Up, then down, her tongue slipping between parted lips. Her eyes were closed but she heard him groan, felt his legs spread, his long fingers tangling into her hair. She felt a sort of stern tug, almost pulling her head up as he slipped forward in the seat. “Stop teasing..” he whispered as her tongue trailed over the tip of his cock. She smiled just a bit, dragging the tip of her tongue over the  slit there. He inhaled so deeply that she heard his breathing shake while he did. “I swear to fucking god,” he panted. She couldn’t help but giggle, “You have such a nice cock Shawn,” she whispered against his skin, giving the very tip soft kisses, “It’s so big, and so hard for me…so pretty and pink.” She swore she could hear him grit his teeth as she stuck out her tongue and tapped his cock against it. “Please,” he finally whispered through his teeth. “Put it in your mouth.” Another giggle from her and she leaned forward, wrapping her lips around him. Shawn breathed a sigh of relief, his fingers loosening in her hair as his fingertips rubbed her scalp now. “Fuck,” he groaned in a breathy sigh. His eyes closed as his head fell back, his mouth falling open as her mouth worked him. “You’re such a good girl…” he half muttered. She hummed against his cock in her mouth, pushing it back into her throat as far as she could for him, even gagging against him some. Something deep inside of her chest just pushed her to please him, to make sure he kept answering those texts from her. The ones where she asked him to meet her at a random parking lot…between his classes, on her lunchbreak. It was once a week, Tuesday, she didn’t have classes, she worked in the library at the college they attended. So they’d meet here. He’d asked her before to get dinner, to go on a real date with him. She’d politely declined, and despite the fact he didn’t seem hurt, he’d jokingly called her ‘Tuesday’ the next week. She couldn’t help but wonder if there were others… a Monday, maybe even more. She didn’t like the idea of there being others, even if she felt she didn’t have a right to that. Each time she bobbed her head down, she felt his stomach clench, his cock twitching against her lips. He gave low groans with each movement, until finally his hand pushed her shoulder gently. “Up,” he said softly, letting her sit up straight. She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, and just glanced to him. But as soon as she did, he kissed her hard, his hand resting on her jaw and pulling her closer. Once more he was moving in front of her. This time he moved her, pushing her into the corner of his car, pushing her legs apart. He put one on the seat, and one he moved so the heel of her foot rested on the arm rest of his car door. He moved one of his knees down, resting it on the car, and sort of crouching to move in front of her.  “You know I’m never going to forgive you for not just letting me get a hotel for us.” He said reaching forward into his car’s center console. “A hotel for fifteen minutes Shawn?” she asked watching him pull back a condom. “Mhn, yeah a hotel for fifteen minutes, it would be better than my back hurting for the next two days.” He said as he opened the condom and pulled it on. “Your back?” she asked with a giggle, playfully wrapping her arm around his neck. “You know this position, in this car, and your dick are NOT friends. I’m going to spend the rest of the week sitting funny,” she said leaning up to kiss his lips once. “Maybe, but you keep coming back don’t you?” he asked, pushing himself up into her now. She gasped, feeling that familiar dull ache in her stomach. Sure, he was big, but it wasn’t insane or anything. Nothing she couldn’t handle normally. But the way this position scrunched her up, her legs wide, exposing her to as deep as he could get. And the way he jackhammered into her in that position, all of it did leave her rather sore. But he was right, she did keep coming back. Because truthfully, even in spite of all of that, he was good. Better than most, and even better than her boyfriend. “Fuck, Shawn,” her voice was a whine as he began to thrust into her already. Her free hand rested on his back, clawing at him through his shirt. Almost as soon as she did that, he pulled back a little, balancing, pausing for a moment, taking off his shirt. “I love those nails.” he purred. And he rebalanced himself once more, going back to thrusting into her at a steady pace.  She made constant whimpers and whines, the way he did thrust into her was sinful. It had her bouncing in place and she just knew the car was rocking from the outside if anyone was watching. “Shawn..” she whined again, as he leaned in, kissing at her jaw, at her neck. He was careful this time, no teeth, no nips despite the fact that her nails were drawing blood on his back. “You miss that big cock baby?” he purred against her jaw, “You miss how it fucks you, huh?” he panted. She nodded, and he felt it against his chest, “Yes,” her voice sounded like she was begging. “Yes what?” he asked, pushing an extra deep thrust into her. “Yes daddy!” that came out as a dry sob.  “Good girl, tell me nobody fucks you like I do.” Shawn whispered against her jaw. “Tell me nobody fucks that pussy like I do. Tell me that’s why you keep coming back.” his voice was low, almost starving really. She couldn’t help but whimper, making soft sobbing noises. He was so deep already, she swore she could feel him in the back of her throat. “N..nobody..fucks it like you do daddy,” she panted. Now both of her arms wrapped around his torso as she dug her nails into his shoulders. “What else.” his words sounded like velvet even as he panted him. “Why do you keep coming back, hm? Tell me. Make that big cock cum.” Her whimpers got louder now, she wrapped one leg around his waist, almost just because she needed something to hold onto. “B-bec-because...of that c-cock...daddy!” she whined, her voice shaking some just because of the way he was relentless with her. “Shawn, easy.” she breathed against his neck, “Please,” her words were almost shaking. It was too much for her, he was rough often, sure. He was hungry, but this time he seemed... desperate.  When she told him to be easy though, Shawn slowed down a good amount. He didn’t slam into her, he didn’t make her bounce against the seat. He was deep still, hungry, but he rolled his hips up against hers, pushing into her as he kissed her throat. She could hear him giving soft almost growls against her jaw, but her breathing was only beginning to somewhat regulate. “Shawn..” she panted, one hand still on his back, one hand rubbing his curls. “You’re horny today, huh?” her voice was an exhausted kind of laugh. But Shawn didn’t seem to notice, “It’s been a rough week.” he said, taking one hand and using it as leverage to hold himself up. The other hand moved between her thighs, massaging her clit. His fingers were short fast little circles as he kept pushing up into her like that.  “Mhn, you expect me to beli....oh..fuck that feels good,” she whined at his fingers. “You expect me to believe you haven’t got your dick wet since last Tuesday?” she said it disbelieving, even though she couldn’t help but wish it were true... even if that wasn’t their relationship. “I don’t care what you believe. Can we stop talking about personal shit right now?” he asked before kissing her hard. He kissed her the way he’d been fucking her. Like he wanted to knock the breath out of her, like he couldn’t get enough. His lips crushed to hers, his cock pushed deep into her each time, slow and intense. His fingers kept working that sweet little button, and she could feel warmth building in her core. The more focused his thrusts got, the more intsense that seemed to feel. Oh no..oh no no no. Not here, not in his car. Not in his Jeep. Not..with him. It was already him, he was so cocky, he was so good. This wasn’t going to be the first time she squirted with a boy. Her fingertips pressed his stomach, not hard, just a feeble half hearted attempt to stop him. “Shawn,” she whined into the kiss. “Cum,” he panted against hers. He knew her, he knew the whimpers and noises she made right before it hit. He knew the way her pussy clenched on him, over and over, squeezing his cock so tight he was ..honestly scared he’d lose the condom sometimes. An irrational fear, but it crossed his mind. She was squirming under him, like she always did, like she wanted to get away before it was too late.  All at once, it crashed into her. Warmth flooded between her legs, she could /feel/ the gushing. Her cheeks were burning hot, on fire as her hips jerked. She swore she was screaming, but she must not have been, or he didn’t mind because he didn’t stop her. His lips were on her neck, his fingertips still massaging her clit as he kept rolling his hips into her. He kept at it until she’d ridden it out, her hips jerking up at the sensitivity. Once she reached that point though her nails stopped clawing at him and instead began pushing him away. At the little pushes she gave and her whines, he slowly pulled back. She glanced between them, she couldn’t remember feeling him cum exactly, but she did see the condom full. He sort of ‘fell’ beside her in the car seat, panting softly. He pulled the condom off, cracking his door and dropping it on the parking lot pavement as cold air rushed in. Quickly, he shut the door, and she scolded him. “Oh Shawn, fuck come on!” she groaned. “That’s..so gross, don’t be that guy.” she whined. “I am that guy.” he said looking over at her in a tired way, and sighing softly despite smiling as he did.  For a moment she just glared at him, before finally speaking, “When did you cum...at the end or?” Shawn shook his head, “Mhn, no, almost as soon as I put it in.” he said, and she blinked in shock. “What? Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked, only getting a shrug as a response. She wondered if he was shy, or it really had just been a week. “Do you want to smoke?” he asked after a moment, “Like split one before you go back to work?” She laughed, glancing over back him, and slowly putting her legs straight in front of her. “You want me to go back to work high?” she asked, once more, he just shrugged. There was a moment of silence as she shakily picked up her panties, starting to put them back on. She stopped mid-thigh, sort of glancing at the moisture between her legs, “Do you have a uh..” but as she looked up, Shawn was handing her a pile of napkins.  She gave a soft ‘oh thank you’ taking the napkins and beginning to wipe up with them. But midway through she laughed some, “Panera?” she asked holding up a napkin to him.  “Do you prefer Dominos?” he asked shrugging. “You know your fast food napkins though, I like that in a girl.” he teased. Before just kind of sitting up a bit straighter, looking over at her. “Do you uh, you don’t wanna go again?” he asked, watching her pull up her panties now. “When have we ever gone twice in your car?” she asked with a soft laugh. Shawn shrugged, but started fixing his own jeans then. That..really was all she was getting out of him today, huh. “Are you trying to keep me here?” she asked playfully, giving a little giggle as she kept redressing. Honestly, she was just a bit pleased with herself for keeping her trembling legs still. Another shrug from Shawn. But finally he answered, “I don’t know I’m just not feeling class today.” It was a feeble excuse but who was she to argue it.  She took her jacket down where he’d pinned it above the seats and their veil was lifted, it was lighter in the car. But still, cold, snow lingering on the parking lot ground. Almost on cue of her taking her jacket, her phone was ringing. Instinctively she reached in her jacket pocket, taking it out and looking at the screen. Shawn did his best to subtly glance at the screen, but he didn’t have to. “Sorry, I should..” she said holding up her phone to him. Another damn shrug. As soon as her hand touched the door, Shawn spoke. “You still haven’t broken up with him yet?” he asked looking over at her. For a moment she was quiet, “For...what Shawn?” she asked, turning back in her seat to face him. “If I recall, you had a girlfriend the first time we..” she trailed off then, bracing herself for another shrug.  “Yeah but I left her.” he said, there was the shrug, just after this time. “Are you expecting me to believe it was for me?” she asked, her tone a bit coy, “Is that what you’re insinuating, Mendes?” her phone had stopped ringing now. And she felt the buzz of a voicemail notification. He shook his head, rolling his eyes some, she could she a smirk on his lips even if he did turn his head. “I’m just saying that it was the right thing to do. To break up with her. Not keep cheating on her. I don’t have to like..be a stereotype of every single negative college jock in a movie, you know? I can be nice.” he said kind of giving her a smile, “I think I’m nice.” She didn’t really have an answer to that. Or well she did, her first instinct was to prove him wrong. To mention how she knew he was only passing his classes because he slept with his tutors. Or because the coaches had begged his teachers to pass him so he could keep winning the school’s hockey games. She wanted to mention how she’d seen him deck at least 3 guys in bars since they’d started school. How he walked around campus like he was a god and everyone just went with it. How maybe she wasn’t being a good girlfriend but he wasn’t the good guy in this whole equation either. She knew she wasn’t being a good girlfriend. But how dare he call her out on that.  “Actually Shawn, I’m pretty sure walking up to a girl in the circle of her friends at a party...with your beer in hand. And then minutes later using the ‘well your boyfriend isn’t here is he’ line on her, before dragging her into a bedroom... I’m pretty sure that is THE negative movie jock stereotype, so you’re missing the key points.” she said pulling on her jacket. “Oh fuck you that’s not fair,” he sighed, “I made sure you were sober,” he said in a quiet voice. But now she was getting out, jacket secure and grabbing phone and keys from her jacket pocket. “Hey,” he reached out, grabbing her jacket sleeve gently, almost like a child, pulling at his mother. “See you next week?” he asked. She saw something in his eyes, and she didn’t know what it was, or for sure she’d ever seen it on him before. So, she just nodded to him. He tugged her a bit closer then, “Kiss me.” he said in a quiet voice. She gave a soft sigh, but leaned in closer as he cupped her cheek and kissed her lips in a soft sticky way.  Their lips stuck together in the cool air, the crack in her door already dropping the car temperature. “Do you remember what you told me the first time you fucked me?” she asked against his lips. “This could be the start of something great,” he said nipping at her bottom lip. “Mhn, almost,” she added, “’This could be the start of something great, as long as you don’t fall in love with me.’ That’s what you said,” she said against his lips, “So I didn’t.” she added before giving him one more peck as she saw his jaw clench. She turned to get out then, only hearing Shawn give her a soft ‘be safe, text me once you get back, the roads are gross’ before she closed the door. She got walked back to her car, the wind already burning her cheeks, and she didn’t look back. She didn’t want to see him right now, even if it was just him getting back in his driver’s seat. 

[la-femme-damnee]

A Chance Encounter

Pt. 1 of the Under Covers series 

Characters: Suho x y/n

Genre: spy au, graphic smut

Rating: Mature (fem oral receiving, cock-riding, ever so slightly femme-dom) 

word count: 2.1k words 

You had never intended to sleep your way into a job. You had only gone to that bar a week ago to blow off some steam, as having been working at a private security firm for a few years you had a lot of stress to work off, and when you saw that gorgeous man with a mysterious air about him you figured he would be the perfect outlet. Which, of course, he was. Even now, seeing him leaning back in his chair, pulling at his tie while he dealt with some urgent business on the phone, you felt a rush of heat through your body as you thought about the night that wound up changing your life.

***** one week earlier*****

You noticed him immediately from across the bar; he was sitting alone in his booth, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, looking casually around the bar as he sipped on his drink. It was like he had an invisible spotlight on him, and all the women in the bar were glancing over at him, hoping to catch his eye. You were never one to fight for attention, so you let the other women silently fight over him, and you honestly hadn’t meant to look his way, but luckily you did at just the right moment. He locked eyes with you and raised his eyebrow in a mischievous way, an invitation to come to his table, which you accepted. You made your way over to him, sitting close while still facing him directly.

“What can I buy you to drink?” his smooth voice perfectly matching his appearance.

“The penthouse? Well, aren’t I lucky to have caught your attention when I did”, you laughed.

“Scotch is fine by me”, you responded, grabbing the bottle on his table and the extra glass, pouring yourself a drink. A small grin appeared on his face; he was clearly impressed with your boldness. You maintained eye contact as you took a sip, lightly licking your lips.  “I’m y/n” you said, almost as an afterthought. “Who might you be?”

“Does my name really matter? I have a feeling we won’t be doing much talking tonight” he said with a playful tone, which took you aback, but more than being offended you were turned on. After a long week of work you were just looking to have a little fun, and he seemed to be the perfect playmate.

“You might be right. Still, I’ll need some sort of name to scream out, won’t I?” you said back, challenging him.

The mysterious man smiled, “Alright, how about… Jun-myeon? Come on, my car is right outside”, and with that you two got up and made your way to the door, and you could feel daggers in the back of your head as every woman in the bar glared at you with envy, but you were used to it. You always got whatever man you wanted. Jun-myeon led you to his car, a sleek black Audi, and you were impressed but not surprised; clearly this guy had lots of money, you don’t have his kind of powerful aura without it. Almost immediately after the car pulled away from the bar, his hand was on your leg, slowly caressing your inner thigh, and even through all the fabric you felt sparks of arousal. You silently cursed yourself for not changing into something more revealing after work so you could feel his skin on yours, but thankfully before long you pulled into the underground garage of an apartment building. Jun-myeon opened the door for you and placed his hand on your lower back as he guided you to the elevator, where he scanned his card and pressed the button for the penthouse.

“It wasn’t luck, y/n” he responded, suddenly very serious, his gaze intense, “I noticed you the second you walked in the bar. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you, I just waited until you noticed me”, and suddenly his mouth was on yours, kissing you deeply and pulling you into him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and returned his kiss, biting his lower lip which elicited a growl of pleasure from him. You continued making out, his lips felt so good on yours. The doors of the elevator dinged open, and he guided you out of the elevator and opened his door without ever breaking contact. Clearly, he had done this before, but you didn’t care, your primal instincts had taken over and all you cared about was getting him inside of you. The two of you stumbled into his apartment and came up for air just long enough for him to get you to his bedroom, and before you knew it Jun-myeon was ripping of your blouse, exposing your lace covered breasts. He let out a low, throaty moan as he ran his hands over your body, and your skin was practically burning with desire form his touch.

“You know I’m gonna have to get you back for that” you said, your breathe ragged, and he flashed a wicked smile at you.

“That’s what I was hoping for” he retorted, and so you pushed him back onto the bed and ripped off his shirt in return, the buttons bouncing along the hardwood floor. You straddled him and undid his belt buckle, unzipping his pants to expose his boxers straining around his bulge. You reached for his cock and began to roughly stroke it through the fabric as you kissed his muscular chest, hearing him fight back moans and felt his hands grip your hair. Unexpectedly he pulled your head back, “not so fast, y/n, I want to last for you”, and he flipped you over so that he was on top. He began to suck on your neck, at a sensitive spot right below your ear, and you felt a gush of wetness in your panties. You were so overcome with pleasure you hadn’t noticed that he had removed his pants and yours, until you felt his hand massaging you core.

“I want you to use that pretty mouth of yours to make me come” you whispered into his ear. He pulled away to look at you, a thrilled expression on his face.

“Yes, Miss y/n”, he said eagerly, and left a trail of kisses down your stomach until he was between your legs. He pulled off your panties and let his fingers gently run through your folds, soaking up some of your wetness before letting his tongue lightly graze along your slit, causing you to shudder. You let out a little whine of pleasure every time he licked your clit, and when he covered it with his lips and began to suck you screamed. You could feel your orgasm coming and you begged for more, so he let his fingers, still wet with your arousal, slide into you. That was all it took before you were shaking, the orgasm overtaking your body. The high began to subside but you still wanted more, so you pushed yourself onto your elbow and grabbed him by the hair this time, pulling him away from you.

“Stand up”, you commanded, and he did without hesitation. “Now take of your underwear. Slowly.” As much as you were aching for him to be inside you, you also wanted to see how obedient he was. He did as he was told, his thumbs sliding into the waistband of his boxers he slowly slid them down his legs. As he did so, you let your eyes roam all over his body, slim but muscular, and began to touch yourself, biting your lip when you saw his hard cock. You looked into his eyes and you could see how hard he was trying to wait for your instructions but also desperately wanting stroke himself. Having this gorgeous man at your mercy had you on the edge, and you couldn’t wait any longer.

  “Good boy. Now, lie on the bed”.  As soon as he was horizontal you positioned yourself over him, bending down to kiss him deeply as you guided his cock to your entrance. You took him in you all at once, gasping at how good it felt to be full, and began to slowly circle your hips so you could feel every inch of him against your walls.

  “Fuck, y/n, you feel so good” he moaned as you rocked against him, and he let his hands roam along your waist, thighs, and stomach. You reached behind you to undo your bra and let it fall to the floor, and the sight of your exposed breasts broke him.

  “I’m sorry, y/n, I can’t hold back anymore. I need to fuck you”, and with that he grabbed your hips and began thrusting roughly into you. The feeling of his thick cock sliding in and out of you, and his fingers digging into your hips felt so good you let him take control. You let out screams of pleasure as you raked your nails down his chest, leaving bright red scratches behind. He let out a deep moan at the pain, and his eyes had gone black, lust completely taking over him.

  “Yes, Myeonnie, take me!” you screamed, and at that he pinned your arms behind your back and pulled you onto him, thrusting into you even deeper. With every stroke you could feel him hit your g-spot, which combined with the friction against your clit catapulted you into your second orgasm. The intensity caused your muscles to spasm, and your grip around Jun-myeon’s cock was even tighter. He began to grunt, and you could tell that his release wasn’t far behind. “Come for me, Jun-myeon! I want you to come inside me” you cried and seconds later you felt his cock throbbing as his hot seed poured into you. You lay on-top of him for a few moments, panting as you both came down from your highs. You then carefully slid off him and collapsed beside him, spent and deliriously happy.

You shot up at his response. “Wait…do you mean, the Suho? As in, head of the EXO spy agency, Suho?” You were completely bewildered.

“I’ve waited a long time to find a woman like you, y/n” he said, gently pushing aside a lock of hair from your forehead.

“I had a lot of fun too,” you responded, your fingers gently tracing over the marks you left on him, “but this was just a one-time thing, right? I mean, you didn’t even tell me your real name.”

“Oh, I don’t mean for a girlfriend”, he smiled “and you’re right, I didn’t tell you my real name. I’m Suho.”

Your head was spinning. “Wait, how do you know I work in private security? Have you been stalking me?”

  “So you have heard of me, I wasn’t sure if my name had gotten to the private security sector yet”, he said casually. “Well, yes, I am that Suho. How would you like to come work for me?”

“Relax, I haven’t been stalking you!” He laughed, “You still had your work badge on at the bar, didn’t you realize? Well, don’t worry, spies don’t wear name tags. Kinda defeats the whole purpose of you know, being a spy”.

  You began to calm down as you took everything in. Everyone in your field, both security and criminals, had heard about the EXO spy agency. They were a group of elite operatives, the go-to agents when you needed something done right without leaving a trace. You had also heard whispers of a charismatic leader Suho, but anybody who had met him was sworn to absolute secrecy and leaking any information about him beyond his name would lead to certain death.

“I don’t understand, why would you want me to work for you”, you asked genuinely.

A giant smile spread across your face. “How soon can I start?”

  “When I saw your badge, I immediately recognized the name of your firm. I know that family only hires the best, which means that you have to have intelligence, technical skills, and great fighting technique. They might not be to EXO standard, but I’m confident you can be trained. What’s special about you is that you have something none of my agents have, something that I’ve been needing. When I saw you at the bar, you exuded this raw sexual power, and tonight was proof that you have the ability to get any man under your control. Men will be completely vulnerable to you, and that’s invaluable to me. So, what do you say, do you want to become a member of the EXO spy agency?”

[belpheroo]

Title: Boyfriends, Bubbles and Bl*w J*bs Pairing: Mammon x MC Summary: …it’s all kinda in the title tbh Warning(s): Includes some lite kinkery with the pact and a money shot cause c’mon, this is Mammon we’re talkin’ about. Rating: 🍋 Notes: I TOLD YA, TWO TRICK PONY. YA GET HURT/COMFORT OR YA GET SMUT AND TODAY???? YOU GET PWP.

This was the first time in a very long time she had woken up in her own bed with someone else in it. Not to say she hadn’t woken up numerous time in other people’s beds with someone else in it. She wasn’t one to take her “work” home with her as it were and though this was not something most people would readily admit, she was flippant and careless in matters others would have considered more serious and personal. Her openness was, in itself, a defense.

When it came to romance, she liked to think she was a femme fatale of a sort. Direct, but distant. Eager, but fleeting. She swept in and out of people’s lives, took what she wanted and hitched out the next morning before anyone could get attached.

Attachment meant trouble; attachment meant expectation and criticism and rejections.

She hated anything that challenged or disrupted the way she wanted to live her life… and yet her she was, watching the boy she loved sleep, cramped in her too small bed in a House in another world, his warm brown skin contrasting against the soft pink sheets.

He smelled so good, that scent trapped now on her blankets and on her skin. Mammon was laying on his stomach, arms tucked under her pillow as he breathed, slow and even. She carefully leant down to just barely trace the tip of her nose through his hair, messy and scented with cedar, musk and just the faintest trace of sweat that made up his own personal smell. It was half cologne, half just him and she wanted nothing more than to drape herself over him and bury her face into the nape of his neck and just… sleep. Sleep and be warmed and safe and cuddle close to this body that was home to one she had come to care for so much.

She resisted that urge, but not the one that told her to trace her fingertips down the curve of his spine right on to the dimples of his lower back. Mammon wiggled, turning onto his side to face towards her, though he was still asleep.

She mourned the loss of his back, but was happy to nestle back down alongside him, faces so close she could just incline her head slightly and brush the tip of her nose to his…. Which she did so, until he mumbled and stirred, eyes opening just slightly.

“Good morning.” She said, and he replied in turn, though his words were lost in a low grumble. Blue eyes shut again, but he uncurled an arm from the pillow to instead curl around her, bringing her against his chest.

“…watchin’ me sleep…human?”

Was all she managed to make out as he spoke, heavy with sleep, like someone had run a dull blade over his voice. She never knew he could pitch down so low and it made some dark devilish little part of her want to pinch him to get him rowdy and awake.

She went with nudging her way forward and setting her teeth gently on his neck instead, biting down with faintest pressure as she hummed into his skin.

“…cut that…” Mammon groaned, but didn’t move away, “…out..”

She released him only to tease, “I wear you out, tiger?”

That got a response. His eyes opened again, a bit wider than before and then he smiled.

“Thought ya didn’t go for pet names.”

“Nope, but you do.”

Mammon’s eyelashes were as light as his hair. How had she never noticed how long they were? When he closed his lids they brushed against his cheeks, but then again he always had those sunglasses on.

She wondered for a moment when he saw when he looked at her… what tiny details or features did he linger on when he looked at her face in the dim light?

“Mammon.”

His eyes opened barely again.

“Do you think I’m beautiful?”

Mammon, to his credit, looked as perplexed as one could manage when half awake and being pestered by a girl he’d literally spent all night making love to. Of course he thought she was beautiful, right? They all thought she was beautiful! But for some reason when she asked him, she felt like she had asked something else… and judging by how slow he was to respond, something made her think Mammon knew she was too.

“Nahh,” Mammon said, a mischievous sparkle waking up behind his eyes, “But you’re cute as hell.”

She sat up and for a moment Mammon worried he’d answered wrong… until she pushed him unto his back and half laid herself onto of him, her cheek pressed into the space above his heart as she sighed contently.

The weight of her was soothing, warm and secure. Mammon trailed his fingers through the back of her hair, curling the soft strands around them and trying to stifle a yawn.

“What about you? Ya think I’m handsome?” Mammon asked with a chuckle.

“Nahhhhh,” she replied, mirroring him. She turned her cheek so she could press a kiss against his chest, “You’re beautiful.”

He scoffed, but didn’t object. She lifted her head to dig her chin into his chest, eyelids half closed as she considered some new devious plot. Mammon knew that look, knew to wait and see what she had planned.

His trust was awarded with several open kisses across his chest, her tongue run flat over the tight peak of one of his nipples before she began to make her way downwards. She was tracing the tip of her tongue up the hollow of his stomach when she felt his cock twitch beneath the sheets.

She looked up at him from beneath her lashes as she worried the skin at the V of his waist with her tongue and saw he had a hand pressed over his eyes, his other gripping behind his head on the pillow.

Despite this, she could see… he was watching beneath his palm, face flushed and lips parted, but miraculously silent.

She nipped at him and was satisfied by how he flinched and yelped a small moan.

“Mammon… “

The pact mark glowed at her throat, mirrored on his own.

“I want to hear you.” She said, right before she untangled the sheets from him and slid his boxers down beneath his erection, half-hard. The cool air made him flex and bounce, her hand encircling at the base of his shaft and giving him just enough time to let out a ragged, “F-fuck…” before she pressed her lips to his head and slowly slipped him into her mouth.

At first, he could resist making too lewd of noises, which just wouldn’t do. As she slid to his tip, she pressed her lips firmly around the ridge of him and sucked. She was not gentle. Then down she moved, releasing the pressure and letting her tongue caress along the bottom of his shaft. Up and down. Back at the tip, she sucked again and this time Mammon cried out, desperately reaching down to curl his fingers in her hair and tug.

“Please… oh god, please, I’ll fuckin’… I’ll lose it if ya keep doin’ that, I’ll fuckin’ cum in two seconds, please please please…”

She moved her mouth off him with an audible “pop”, smiling as he stared, wide eyed and positively mortified at the words that had left his mouth.

“T-take it back!”

“Well if you insist…” she said before tracing the tip of her tongue along his slit.

“Not! Not what I-ahh… ah!” Mammon pressed his fist to his mouth as a ragged groan nearly turned into a shout when she licked him up back into her mouth and gave two fast pumps. She stopped again, loving the lewd wet noise it made when she let him go.

“…the p-pact. Take it back. I… listen, I’ll wake up the whole damn house! I know I will!”

“Promise?”

Mammon sputtered a noise of protest, but in her hand, his cock jumped.

“Be honest, Mammon.” The pact mark glowed again, “Do you want me to stop?”

He practically melted beneath her, breath coming in short pants as he worried his bottom lip with his teeth for a moment and then quietly shook his head ‘no’. He was resisting the pact, but she didn’t need to do anything except wait.

Slowly, the compulsion brought the words forth, “…don’t stop. I’ll fuckin’ die if ya stop.”

“We can’t have that, can we sweetheart?”

It was amazing what a tiny pet name could do to him. He only ever called her “human” and she wasn’t overly fond of cutesy nicknames… but the way Mammon eyes would soften as if it were the kindest words ever spoken to him… well that made her more than happy to use them.

“I’ll take care of you.” She said quietly, tenderly rubbing her free hand up and down his thigh before she leaned down and engulfed him again in the soft wet heat of her mouth. Mammon’s grip on her hair went lax, lifting back above his head as he pressed his palm flat against the headboard, grounding him. It was almost unbearable resisting the urge to thrust up into her mouth, but he knew well enough she would use the pact if needed to keep him still. The thought alone sent shivers of pleasure up and down his spine, pre-cum leaking from his tip. She drew back, wiping the corner of her lip with her thumb before using it to smear the fluid over his head.

“You’re getting all messy… it’s like, really sexy.”

Mammon moaned at her words alone, trying still to hide his expressions behind his hand from her. He knew he looked wrecked, he always did when she got like this.

“I thought you’d bust when I teased you, but you’re doing such a good job, baby.”

“Well.. yeah. I’m the Mammon… I’m… the best, right?” Mammon found himself saying, unbidden and compelled by the pact. She wanted to hear him. She wanted him to be honest. He couldn’t deny either request now.

“You are the absolute best.” She said, using her hand now in place of her mouth to stroke up and down along the warm heat of him, slow and gentle. Just enough to keep him hard, but not enough to get him further along that edge.

“So good, I’ll even let you pick.”

“Hnn?” Mammon uncovered his face, looking down at her now curiously.

“Whether you get to cum in my mouth or on my face.” She said, her lips curving into a smirk. Mammon silently thanked whatever presence of mind had her decide to grip her hand low at the base of him when she said this or he was fairly certain he’d have finished right then and there and that would have been the opposite of being the Great Mammon.

“So?” she said with a teasing nudge.

“I-I’m not picking that!”

“Maaaaammooooon…” she said in sing-song voice, “Be honnnnest!”

“Ya sound like Asmo!”

“Ouch! And you meant that!? You wanna get punished?” She said with a hum, licking her lips before she pressed a kiss to the underside of his ridge, parting her lips a little further so she could give him a small warning suck.

“…y…ye— unh…may…be.”

“Are you a kinky boy, Mammon? Hmm…I could ask so many other questions!”

That did it.

“F-fine! Uh… so, either is okay?”

She had him back in her mouth at that point, rested just on the flat of her tongue as she rubbed back and forth along the underside of him. She hummed a positive, the vibration feeling as though it shot right up his spine.

The pact drew the honest answer out of him.

“…face.”

She giggled, clearly pleased he had given in. The pace she set now was slow and she wasn’t stopping anymore to tease or torment him. In fact… she had closed her eyes and in doing so, Mammon felt it easier to watch her. He wanted to watch, it just… made him feel so vulnerable. Mammon knew she knew, that he was hers and that she had all the power in Heaven and Hell to utterly destroy him with a look, with a cross word… and yet she didn’t.

Her touch was gentle as she moaned softly around him and Mammon found the pact didn’t need to drag any sound out from him now, he gave them willingly. Mammon repeated her name like a hymn, expletives mixed with gasps of ‘yes’ and ‘please’ joining the chorus until he lost his will for words and could only whimper his encouragements.

Mammon didn’t need to tell her when he was edging too close, she could feel it in the way his breathing sped up and his pulse thrummed against her tongue. He’d sat up, pushing up onto his forearms in anticipation and she didn’t disappoint.

Right before he burst, she pulled back, wet heat spattering unto her lips and cheek as his hips jerked and his thighs practically shook from the force of the release. Her touch was exceedingly light and gentle as she worked him through it, squeezing that last bead of cum out of him with a satisfied sigh before she licked him clean.

“Wow.” She said and Mammon could only huff his agreement. With much effort, he scooted to grab a box of tissue off her bedside table and sat up to offer it to her.

“What? You don’t wanna admire your work longer?” She said with a smile, running her thumb across her cheek and into her mouth. Mammon’s hand did lower slightly as he looked at her, feeling somewhere in his chest that avatar of greed growl with utmost satisfaction… Mine. Hers.

“I-it can’t be nice for ya.”

“Oh it can be. Just seeing your expression makes it worth it!”

She plucked a few tissues and cleaned up, taking a few more to do the same to him.

“Ya don’t have to do that.”

“I said I was going to take care of you. Didn’t I?” she crawled forward across him until Mammon was forced to lay backwards, the sight alone enough to make him feel a stirring of desire creep through him again. He was a demon after all.

She seemed to be considering something, and then with a bright smile she concluded suddenly, “Let’s take a bubble bath! You get to wash my hair. I get to wash your everything. Whatcha say, THE Mammon?”

Whether it was the pact or his own exhaustion, he said yes without hesitation.

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Fifteen minutes later, in the bath…

“So! You gotta use this jasmine pre-shampoo masque first, and then the shampoo. It isn’t gonna lather up much so that is why then you’re going to do the SECOND shampoo and make sure you massage really thoroughly cause it helps the root growth… oh! And then you’ll use this deep conditioning treatment followed up with this ends treatment—“

“Th-this is so much work! It is absolutely the dumbest thing I have ever done in my life and imma tell ya! I’ve done a LOT.��

“Goodie, then you shouldn’t find it too difficult!”

[sunshineseung]

Good Boy // Hyunjin

💌 Info: Stray Kids Hyunjin x female!reader smut 💕 Includes: Femme dom, masc sub, rope bunny, mentions of "mistress/ma'am", pegging, sounding, a lot more it's just really BDSM focused lol ✏️ Word Count: ~1.5k 

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Hyunjin sat in the uncomfortable wooden chair with his hands tied behind his back and a blindfold over his eyes. He couldn't see, but he could feel you circling around him like he was your prey. His cock twitched at the thought of you touching him.

"Already begging for more?" The straps of your flogger dangled around his cock as you teased him. He was so needy. He had already cum twice without you laying a hand on his cock. He had a vibrator up his ass, and when you turned up the intensity, he struggled to hold back another orgasm. "You're such a good boy for me, yeah?"

Hyunjin nodded fast, his mouth hung open. He wanted nothing more than for you to touch him. You removed the flogger from around his cock and whipped his abs. He groaned from the pain, but it only turned him on more. His cock was dripping, but you still refused to help him cum.

You get more rope and tie it around his chest like a harness. He can hardly breathe from the constraints on his chest, but he wouldn't dare talk back to you. "Now does my good boy want his cock touched?"

"Yes, mistress," Hyunjin pleaded, "please touch me."

You laugh at him for his desperation and neediness in his voice. "Do you deserve it?" You walk behind him and run your hands down his chest over all the ropes. One of your hands glided down his abs which you had marked with welts from your flogger. Hyunjin shudders when your finger touches the base of his length. Your teasing is enough to make him explode.

"Your cock is too nice to let this go to waste." Your finger moves up to the tip of his cock and upon removal creates a string of precum from his cock to your finger. "Do you want to see me, baby boy?"

Hyunjin violently nods again, and you remove his blindfold. "Seeing me pleasure you will be your reward for today." His eyes adjust to the sudden change in light, and he's immediately fixated on your body. You were wearing leather lingerie, and Hyunjin loved to see you.

Although you were just friends, Hyunjin confessing his kinks to you made you become extremely interested in him, not romantically, but strictly sexually. You have always wanted to dominate a man, and for the man to be your friend that women across the word wish to be with made it even better when you ruined him.

"You look like your going to cum already. Hold it for me, baby boy." Hyunjin held back his cum as best as he could, but it was difficult when you started to stroke his cock with your hand. He was so sensitive to your touch. Your fingers wrapped around his cock sent him to cloud nine. He was a mess moaning for you, and he threw his head back in pleasure.

You stand up and walk away from him. He opens his eyes and watches you as you walk over to your drawer and pull out a ball gag.

"You need to shut up."

You wrap the gag around his head, and he accepts the ball into his mouth. Although the gag was supposed to make him quieter, he moans even more. His member twitches in your hand like it's begging for you to let him cum.

"Cum for me, my good boy." The second you give the command, Hyunjin finally releases. His cum drips down his cock to your hand, and you lick it up for him. "I'm not done with you yet."

You remove the vibrator from his ass, and he groans. You throw the vibrator onto the bed and pull a dildo out from your drawer. "Ready, baby?"

Unable to speak, Hyunjin nods and lifts his hips for you. You connect the dildo onto your harness and get ready to peg him. You line yourself up at his entrance and make direct eye contact with him as you push in. Hyunjin is overwhelmed from his orgasms and the pain, but it feels so good to him. You take the gag out of his mouth and bend down to kiss him. You had never kissed him before. His lips were sweet, and your tongues dance together.

You pound his ass, but a finger covering his urethra make sure he can't cum. He begs for you to remove the finger, but you just keep thrusting into him. You spread his legs wider for you to fit into him, and you thrust deep inside him. You can feel him reaching his climax, but the sadist in you can't allow him to cum a fourth time until you're finished.

You pull out of him, and he is left there with a sensitive ass and even more sensitive member. You remove the strap on and take off your lingerie. "This is for you, my good boy."

Hyunjin's head perks up as you tease yourself over his cock. You make sure he's covered in your juices before lowering yourself onto him. As soon as his cock is inside you, he cums. You feel his load shoot inside you, but that doesn't stop you. You keep riding him and his cock almost immediately gets hard again. His cum drips out of you as you bounce on his cock. His hands are bound behind his back, but there's nothing he wants more than to place his hands on your waist to guide you on his cock.

"I thought you were a good boy," you grab his chin and stare him in the eyes, "but you came in me."

"I'm sorry ma'am, please don't punish me."

"You don't even know what I'm going to do to you when I'm finished."

You violently bounce on his cock, him hitting your g-spot every time. You can feel yourself getting close, but you want to make sure he knows you can last longer than him.

You kiss him harshly, and when your lips break contact with his, you slap him across the face. His eyes tear up, but he is surely loving it.

"You're my bitch. Don't forget your place." You cum on his cock, but you don't moan loud enough to make him think you came. You ride out your high before removing yourself from his cock. You can tell he was close, but you want to punish him as much as possible now.

You look into your drawer of toys and pull out a thin silver rod. Hyunjin can't tell what it is for at first, but when he finally understands, his eyes widen, and he fidgets in his seat. When your eyes meet his, he looks terrified out of his mind, but you have an evil smirk on your face.

"This is what you deserve."

You line the rod up to the tip of his cock and begin to slowly push it down into his urethra. He winces from the pain, and you giggle at his reaction. The rod isn't too long or too wide, but he still isn't comfortable with having a foreign object in his cock.

When the rod is entirely in, you back up and look him up and down. Hyunjin is shaking violently, and his cock is twitching from being stuffed. Despite the pain and fear in his eyes, Hyunjin still looks hot as ever. You reach over for your flogger once more and the straps tease his cock, a familiar feeling for Hyunjin. The pain has subsided and nothing remains but pleasure.

Just when he was getting too comfortable, you whip his chest. His chest, still covered in ropes, is now glowing a bright red from the impact. Hyunjin moans your name, and hearing him moan for you despite all you've done to him turns you on.

"You're such a slut for me." You tease him while you slowly walk around him in his seat. His cock is ready to burst, but the rod inside him prevents it. "Ready to cum?"

"Yes ma'am, I'm ready. Please let me cum, mistress!" He's needy again. After getting fucked by you, he's even more desperate for your body to be on his in any way possible.

You grab his cock at the base with one hand and take hold of the ring at the top of the rod with the other. Hyunjin closes his eyes in anticipation, but you order him to look at you. "A good boy makes eye contact with his mistress."

"Yes ma'am." Hyunjin looks deep into your eyes as you slowly pull out the sounding rod. Removing the rod is like removing the cork on a champagne bottle. When the rod is out, he covers your chest and next with his cum. You jerk him off until he's entirely done climaxing.

Both of you out of breath, you get a towel and wipe yourself off. You throw the towel to Hyunjin, but he's still tied up.

"I'm going to go get a shower."

"But what about me?"

Without looking back, you walk into the bathroom and close the door behind you, leaving Hyunjin tied to the chair until you come back out.

—————————— Thanks for reading! I’ll be making a masterlist soon so I can have all my writings in one place. Until then, I hope you enjoyed! Requests for smuts (doesn’t have to be stray kids) are open. Have a nice day/night. 

[yikesharringrove]

duude that femme bitchy steve au!!! what about him pretty much knowing billy digs him, so he does all this sexual stuff on purpose for billy to watch and even sits on billy’s lap and grinds himself on him because that’s how steve is. billy’s gonna fucking die, but before that he needs to get his dick wet with stevie.

Smut

Part 2 to this

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Steve Harrington was a fucking force to be reckoned with.

Billy was almost never knocked off his game, but then again, he doesn’t think he has ever come across anyone like Steve.

His confidence rivaled Billy’s to a T, was actually kind of intimidating at times.

After that first day, when Steve had looked him up and down, and called fucking dibs on him, Steve had made true to his claim.

Billy found himself absorbed into the group of seniors, found himself being constantly touched by Steve. 

And apparently, word had spread that Billy Hargrove was off-limits. Girls would stare at him giggle behind their hands as he passed, but would clam up if he tried to flirt with them, would cast nervous glances at Steve, who was never very far away.

And then came the party.

It was Billy’s first since moving to Hawkins, a rager at Steve’s big house. Tommy had once told him Steve’s parents were almost never home and he threw lots of parties.

“He lets us all crash, and makes breakfast in the morning if we clean up.”

So Billy was dodging out of his house at ten, showing up to Steve’s house in full swing.

He pushed through the crowd, finding Carol in the kitchen. She pulled him into a hug, shoving a drink in his hand.

“Where’s Steve?” He had to practically yell in her ear.

“He never comes to a party before eleven. Even if it’s his own.” She rolled her eyes, making a comment that sounded vaguely like Great Gatsby wannabe motherfucker.

So Billy had about half an hour to kill before he saw Steve, so he figured, might as well get fucking drunk.

He was laughing with Tommy and some other seniors he didn’t care to know the names of, all sitting on the nice couches in one of Steve’s living rooms, because his house has two. Tommy’s eyes drifted to look at the stairs, rolling exaggeratedly.

Billy turned, his mouth going fucking dry as he saw Steve.

He was going down the stairs, was staring over the party like he was fucking above it all. His makeup was dark and perfect. He was in a tight little dress, and fucking heels, was steady as he came down the stairs, stepping sideways in the black boots.

He towered over everyone, the heels were probably six or seven inches, with a big platform. They just made him look even more untouchable, even more terrifyingly beautiful. He swept through the party to where Billy was sitting, smirking down at him and Tommy.

“You are a fucking drama queen,” Tommy shouted up at him.

“And what about it?” Billy caught a whiff of some perfume, light and pretty, but with a zing of spice through it. Expensive.

“Just thought you should know.” Steve slapped Tommy’s chest, moving to plop himself right on Billy’s lap, sitting with both legs tossed over to one side.

He was fucking warm on Billy.

He wrapped his arms around Billy’s shoulders, smirking at Billy’s hand on the soft skin of his thigh.

Billy didn’t know whether Steve would think he was gross for getting hard while he’s sitting on his lap, or if he’d be offended if he didn’t.

He leaned closer into Billy’s space.

“Are you having a good time?”

“I am now.”

Billy knew how to do this. How to smile all lazy and make his voice go deep.

But Steve, Steve likes to throw curve balls. He tugged at the hem of the tight black dress, crossing his knees primly. It fell to about his mid thigh.

“Have to be careful. I’m not wearing anything underneath this.”

Billy choked.

“It’s so tight, didn’t want anything disrupting the line of the dress.” He looked demurely back at Billy, making his doe eyes all wide, innocent.

Billy didn’t know what to fucking say, was just trying not to picture Steve naked, Steve naked on his lap, Steve naked on his bed, Steve pulling up the hem of the skirt and sitting right on his dick, here in front of everyone-

But then Steve winked at him, sliding off his lap to take one of the other boys by the hand.

He danced with the guy, some senior Billy wanted to fucking punch, for no reason other than how Steve was grinding against him.

They were front to front, and the guy had his hands on Steve’s ass.

He had obviously picked the biggest meathead douche there, as Steve was only about two or three inches taller than him in the black heels.

And then he turned, eyes heavy and sultry, staring Billy down as he danced, as he let the douchebag mouth and lick up his neck.

He turned back, kissing the guy sloppy, and picked up the hem of his dress, tugging it up just a bit in the back, just enough for Billy to see some asscheek.

Billy thought he was gonna go fucking brain dead at the sheer speed of all the blood in his body rushing straight to his dick.

Steve pushed the dress back down when the song began thumping into another one, pushing the guy lightly, just enough to know that’s all he would be getting with King Steve tonight.

He made his way past Billy.

“I need to fix my makeup. Come upstairs with me.”

Billy did not need to be told twice, nearly tripping over himself as he scrambled to follow Steve up the stairs. His eyes were glued to his ass, swaying slightly in front of him as he climbed.

Steve opened a door a little way down the hall, locking it behind Billy when he nervously came in. He watched as Steve reapplied some of his smeared lipstick, cleaning up what had been disturbed by the guy tongue fucking his mouth.

Billy took a seat on the bed, looking around Steve’s room.

It was painted white, and he had string lights hung up around the ceiling. One wall was covered in pictures and Polaroids of him and his little gang. Billy smiled at the picture framed on Steve’s bedside table, Tommy, Carol and Steve, all with their arms thrown around one another. They couldn’t’ve been older than seven.

Billy felt the bed shift next to him.

“That was the first day of first grade. I’ve known those two since I was tiny. I think I met Tommy when I was like, a week old, or something.” Billy put the frame down, turning to Steve.

He opened his mouth to reply, but Steve had threaded one hand into his hair, was licking into his mouth, kissing him fervently. He swung one leg over, straddling Billy’s lap.

Billy ran his fingers up Steve’s soft thighs, pushing under the dress. He fucking groaned as he felt his ass. He wasn’t lying.

“See? Told you. No panties.” Billy dug his fingers in, getting fistfuls of his ass.

“You’re so fucking hot.” Steve pushed him back a little, laughing as he wiped at the lipstick that had smeared onto Billy.

“Yeah, I fucking know.” And then he shoved Billy back until he was laying on the bed, fingers going for the remaining buttons on his shirt. “I see how you always look at me. Like you can’t fucking wait to split me open on your cock.” Billy was breathing heavily as Steve brushed long fingers down his now exposed torso, digging manicured nails into his pecs. “I can make that happen for you. You want that, Baby? Want me to ride your dick all night?”

Billy was used to having control in the bedroom, was usually the one to make the first move, would flirt with cute boys until they got flustered and blush, and then would pound them into the mattress.

But that’s not to say he’s opposed to this.

“Fuck yeah, I want that. You’re gonna look so fucking pretty, bouncing on my cock.” Steve smiled at him, pressing lipstick kisses to his chest as he undid Billy’s jeans.

He pulled out Billy’s cock, giving him a few strokes as he reached into the bedside table, opening the condom with his teeth, and rolling it on. He shifted, hovering over Billy’s dick, ready to sink down.

“Wait,” Billy grabbed his hips. “Don’t you need, lube, prep? Don’t wanna hurt you.” Steve smiled softly at him, and then rammed himself down, taking all of Billy’s cock in on go.

Billy choked out a moan, his eyes going wide.

“Fingered myself while I was getting ready.” He was fussing with the tight hem of the dress, pulling it over his hips, over his hard cock. “Thought about you, and made myself cum twice.”

He rose up, Billy scrambling to grab his hips, hold onto fucking something as he dropped back down, smirking down at Billy as he started to ride.

He was relentless.

“I think about this all the time. I-ah-I fuck myself with one, one a my toys, and think of you.” Billy arched his back, moaning loudly.

“Jesus, you’re so tight.” Billy got his feet settled on the floor, started bucking his hips up to meet Steve.

He tossed his head back, jerking the hair out of his face.

“You really think you’re the first to tell me that?” Billy swatted at his ass.

“Brat.”

Steve fucking laughed at him, planted his hands on billy’s chest, and went to fucking town.

Billy’s brain shorted the fuck out.

He had no thoughts in his little mind outside of SteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteve.

He trailed one hand over his hip, going for Steve’s cock, jerking him in time with the rough pace he set on Billy’s dick.

“Oh, fuck yeah. Little tighter.” Billy tightened his grip, made Steve moan and whine.

“Make the prettiest fucking sounds.” He didn’t really know what he was saying, figured by the way Steve was fluttering around him, that he was close. “Wanna watch you cum. Gonna be fucking gorgeous.” His hand was flying on Steve’s dick, trying to get him closerclosercloser.

“Watch the dress. This was expensive.”

And then Steve shuddered, and clenched around Billy as he came, covering Billy’s chest in spunk.

He took a moment to catch his breath, going right back to fucking himself on Billy’s cock, squeezing him tight.

Billy groaned as he spilled out into the condom, hips bucking into Steve.

He fell flat against the soft bed, let himself melt into it as Steve got off of him, throwing away the condom.

Billy finally sat up to see Steve looking in the full-length mirror, re-situating his dress. He looked at himself from the side, smoothing both hands down his stomach, up over his ass.

He turned to look at Billy.

“Come crash up here tonight. We can do that again.” He grinned at Billy, disappearing behind the door, heading back to the party.

Billy flopped back on the bed, grabbing one of Steve’s pillows and screaming into it.

He was so fucked.

[youarejesting]

Femme: 30!

[MASTERLIST]

Recap: After discussing everyone’s desires, it is revealed that some members had started to get physical with y/n. They each feel the tension and want to take the relationship further but no one knows how to approach the subject. A group shower session leads to more and they each get to explore their wants and needs together. A stir of new emotions ignites small sparks between some of the boys. They each spend the night cuddling and watching movies until they fall asleep.

Pairing: BTS - OT7 x Reader, Taegi (Taehyung x Yoongi)

Rating: Mature Themes.

Warnings: Smut (not really anything intense), hand job, voyeurism, exhibitionism.

Length: 3k words

Announcement: Chapter 30!!!! I can’t believe how far this story has come, I never keep stories this long a record. THANK YOU everyone reading I hope you enjoy. I know sometimes my writing gets a little rocky especially when I write at night.

Waking in Taehyung’s arms you noticed the lack of warmth against your back and absence of the choir of breathing. Opening your eyes you feel light as a feather the endorphins from last night’s activities were doing wonders. Rolling over to face your deep voiced lover his face looking stunning, lips parted. It was mid way through your roll that you felt the ache in your hips and back, you let out a hum like moan and Taehyung’s eyes opened and settled on your face.

“Morning, my baby bear” he pulled you onto his chest and you whined, he noticed the discomfort on your face, “What is wrong?”

“I am sore from last night, remember I am very tender papa bear everything aches” you buried your face into his chest and he gently rolled you underneath him and pulled a face at you. You laughed at how adorable he looked crossing his eyes, he sat up straddling your waist and wiggled down your body.

His hands were warm and strong and his fingers pressed against your hips and thighs rubbing slow circles into the aching muscles. Looking down at you wearing one of Jin’s big shirts, he peeked underneath and bit his lip pulling the shirt back down and continuing his sensual massage. He loved the sound of your voice and the way you looked he pulled out his phone from the couch and snapped a picture sending it to the boys group chat after sending a warning NSFW message.

Your skin was so smooth and soft he wanted to squeeze you tightly. He felt the strain in his boxer briefs and he bit his lip trying to suppress it. Your muscles were sensitive from the nights activities and he wouldn’t push you. His hands continued to work the stress and aches from your body, you were quite vocal at his skilled hands. He made a slight whine and you looked over your shoulder to see his cheeks heated, you glanced up and down as best you could over your shoulder and saw the hardness pressing against his underwear.

You snorted burying your face back into the pillow’s giggling away, not wanting to move but a small part of you wanted him to fill you once more. You brought up the idea of sumata with Taehyung and he told you know, you were sore and he wouldn’t abuse your body any more. “But Tae I want to help you, not because I have to but because it makes me happy and feel loved to be able to do something with you. Trust me I am turned on too, I am just sated from last night’s activities and don’t need to.”

“If you are sated, I am sated” he smiled picking you up, Jin’s shirt riding up and he turned his head away growling as he carried you to the bathroom. Placing you onto the counter you let out a squeal and a shiver the bench was cold. “A warm bath for my baby bear?”

He added scented bubbles and undressed you both, he made a hiss and physically stopped himself from reaching out to your swollen breasts. You were covered in love bites and most of them were in fact from him, to which he gently traced them and smiled proud. He raced out his bare bottom looking absolutely adorable as he left. He came back with his proper camera and started taking pictures and you covered your face, his heart swelling you were rosey pink and shy and looking absolutely stunning. 

“You are the prettiest model, I have ever had” The tap was turned off and reluctantly the camera was put down, he placed you both in the water. He laid you back on his chest and sang to you his deep voice relaxed you. You were starting to feel so much better the scent, warmth and expert hands seemed to knead your flesh.

Taehyung’s pastel yellow and pink hair was slicked back and you looked reaching your hands back to hold his cheeks and smiling. “I love you” you said in English and then froze and he blinked tilting his head trying to process what you had said. It’s not like you didn’t show them, you said it to everyone on the phone, including your friend Kwon Jiyong. And you mean it you love them all but this time it was different. 

This was a realization that you loved him. That you loved them all. An Intense wave of emotion hit you, you couldn’t live without them. You had previously thought and sympathized with your boss Moon Inshik who lost his wife and partners, but that was just pity for his misfortune. This however, was Empathy, you could understand how he was feeling on a personal level and the crippling, heavy weight sank into your chest. 

You leaned out of the tub and sent a text that it was you and everyone should answer as it was important. You made a video call off Taehyung’s phone and they all answered, their face’s appearing.

“Is everything okay?” Namjoon said and they all were talking and asking questions, Seokjin and Jungkook looked really busy. You started to cry a little scared but happy to see their faces and they began panicking and asking you what was wrong. Speaking all at once you, felt a little annoyed that you hadn’t even gotten to say the words.

“Shut up and let me talk!” they froze and you licked your lips, You had so much to say your brain refused to translate and Namjoon listened the words sinking in and tears filling his eyes and he tried hard to keep them in. “I love you, like I actually am in love with you and I don’t know what to do. I mean I loved you all but I only realized now that this whole time I had fallen in love with you all” 

“Baby I love you too, I have been in love with you since the day I was teaching you Korean and you fell asleep on my desk” Namjoon smiled and took the time to translate everything you had said to the boys and Jimin, Hoseok, and Seokjin started crying and Taehyung wrapped his arms around your waist eyes watering as he pressed shaking lips against your shoulder. Seokjin scolded you for making his face puffy at work and shouted about how much he loves you from the staff room.

Yoongi had hung up his connection and slammed open the bathroom door and it bounced off its stopper. He didn’t flinch as he strode over a determined look in his glassy eyes. Cupping your cheek in one hand of his hands he crouched down running his thumb along your lips and leaning in kissing you slowly his eyes had spilled over. 

“Get back to work, you can see her when you get home” Yoongi scolded

“But you get to see her hyung?” Jungkook whined

“That’s because I was smart and decided to work from home” He took the phone hanging it up and throwing it onto the towels on the sink. Yoongi carried the floral fabric love-seat to the bath and snatched Taehyung’s camera on the way snapping photos of the two of you in the tub, making sure the light of the window came in behind you for a sweet silhouette with the rays traveling across your body. The three of you talked about life and love and yoongi and Taehyung agreed they didn’t care about race or gender or anything, if they liked someone’s personality and company that’s all that matters. You saw the way that the two interacted especially last night when you fell asleep they had connected hands around you.

“Hyung do you want to join?” Taehyung asked Yoongi lowered the camera weighing his options before shaking his head and running his hand over his face.

“I should get back to work” he sighed standing placing his hands on either side of the tub and for a second you believe he is going to get in and his eyes seriously contemplating scraping the idea of working in the home studio to lay with you in the warmth of the tub.

He leaned in and kissed your lips tasting like coffee and smelling like the electronics and leather from his studio. He pulled away your lip caught between his teeth and he gently released it with a small moan. Your eyes sparked with a little bit of fire, your gaze held a challenge as you smiled.

“Don’t forget to give Taehyungie his kiss, Yoongi” you said with a coy smile. Taehyung loved to show affection he and Jimin were the two that would always seek out hugs and hands to hold not only from you but from all the boys. Not shying away he playfully leaned forward and looked up at Yoongi.

“Hyung let me give you a good luck kiss” He smiled and Yoongi swooped in and kissed Taehyung’s lips. It was small he took Taehyung’s bottom lip between his lips, a simple neat kiss. Turning away and leaving the bathroom he called from the door. 

“Don’t stay in the bath too long you will wrinkle”

Taehyung was frozen, eyes wide and you could feel his heart racing in his chest. Giggling you two spoke about Yoongi among other things before begrudgingly exiting the tub. He answered a  call from his family, you headed to your room, filming another video, you make one every Friday but you had some free time and you grinned.

You got a message from an american talk show, that wanted you and the boys to appear on the show. With a bright smile, you forward the email to Namjoon with a message asking if it was possible. You were thinking of making lunch for the boys and went to find them, Yoongi’s studio door was open and it was quiet. Stepping into the doorway you felt your jaw drop.

You walked in on a beautiful scene Taehyung bent over Yoongi’s table. Trying to grip the smooth glass surface of the desk, a deep rumble pulling from his chest. Yoongi’s arm fell over Taehyung’s hip and his hand was a blur between the younger man’s legs. The mint haired young man smiled at you and whispered in Taehyung’s ear and he looked at you and cried out. 

White liquid spotted the top of the table. You smiled walking in and asked if they were hungry and they shook their heads exhausted. You all sat around for a while the boys catching their breaths. The conversation steered to music and soon you three took turns singing and recording Christmas songs, until Taehyung got a call from his family once more and seemed to be upset that he couldn’t go back.

You did some research it was almost 12pm and it took just under 2 hours to get to Daegu on the train. You could definitely do it and part of you wanted to go. The idea of seeing where he grew up was intriguing. Leaning over Yoongi’s shoulder you showed him the train, he looked at you and you pulled a cute face.

“Oppa, I want to go to Daegu and meet your families and see where you grew up please” he looked at Taehyung and spoke quickly in Korean and his eyes lit up and he nodded. Yoongi saved his work, shutting down the computer.

“You better pack a small bag just encase” he stood up stretching.

Bag packed and now dressed in Jeans, shirt, sweater and beanie, you were toasty warm.

“Jagiyaaaaaaaaaaaaa, Myeong Myeong” Hoseok poked his head around the corner. Looking you up and down, taking in your cute winter outfit that went well with your black velvet collar. “You look cute let’s go on a date?”

“Um, well actually Tae, Yoongi and I are going to Daegu, you can come with if you want, but you have to pack a bag we are leaving now and will be back late tonight”

“Oh that’s okay, I have rehearsal tonight and Jimin and I are going Christmas shopping for everyone. And um we were wondering if you know, you weren’t busy and were interested in seeing us perform our New Year's concert, I can buy the tickets and you can come see”

“Of course Honey, I want to see you boys dance, I like watching you dance, practice hard and I will cheer for you two at the concert” He scooped you up and kissed you. With his small side bag and camera Taehyung and Yoongi lead you out, the three of you got onto the train after the hassle of obtaining a card to be eligible to ride.

The train ride was fun. The two boys spoke about their families and you all swapped your fondest memories you had of your families. Promising that one day you would take all the boys to visit your old home. 

“And I am allergic to ants did you know, their venom causes my body to edema, I mean swell,  where the bite is inflicted” You smiled and looked at them. They both looked at you a little weird, which made you laugh. You asked them to teach you some of their satoori and they happily obliged, Yoongi teaching you many rude things to say and made you three laugh wholeheartedly.

You were met at the train station by V’s parents and two younger siblings, you blushed hiding behind Yoongi. Taehyung introduced you to his family and everyone headed over to Apsan park, where Yoongi’s parents and older brother planning to meet them there. They were adamant to take you around Daegu and show you the sights.

Taehyung’s sister Eunjin was quite pretty, she had many qualities that reminded you of Taehyung and she had that bracelet on her arm that labeled her a child of the femme project. She seemed to be so excited to see you. She studied your foreign features and told you how pretty you were, blushing only brought more compliments about you being cute and shy. Arriving at Apsan you turned to the boys and whispered. “I need to use the bathroom”

Yoongi nodded his mouth pressed with a lack of emotion that was his way of saying go on then I will wait, you looked around and Eunjin took your hand. “I will take her Oppa, you can all head up we will take the next car” He nodded again expressionless and kissed your cheek and Taehyung did the same. “So how is my brother?”

“Ah Taehyung is sweet” you said flashes of his cuddly personality was quickly snuffed out by  memories of the dark look in his eyes.

You stepped into the cabin of the cable car with a group and you heard them talking, they were fussing over the older gentleman, trying to make him look good despite his whines. “You have to look good you are meeting your younger brothers Femme. We don’t want her to think bad of us”

“What is her name again?” The father said and the son sighed heavily before stating ‘y/n’

“I know we didn’t exactly support him when he said he wanted to join the Femme Project but he seems so happy and I couldn’t be more proud of him” She said smoothing out her blouse. “Do you think she will like my dress?”

“Definitely, it is a beautiful dress” You smiled at her “It compliments your skin tone and makes your eyes brighter. You look very stylish”

“Ah thank you” She blushed and you bowed as best you could in your seat.

“My name is Y/N. Yoongi has told me so much about you” The trip up the mountain was accompanied by childhood stories a good view and a surprise photo album of Yoongi growing up. “Oh how cute” 

You reached the restaurant at the top of the mountain mid way through your story about singing Christmas songs in the home studio. Having told them about how he worked hard and even rescued you from some bad people. She loved hearing about her son and you were happy to tell her everything. “I make the boys bento boxes and leaving embarrassing love notes in them, and he is a big cuddler”

Walking through the restaurant to the table you pulled out your phone where you had copied the photo of baby Yoongi. “Yoongi we should have a baby, look how cute you were” you showed him the picture and his mouth was parted and dry seeing you with his family and realizing you had seen his embarrassing childhood photos. “My favorite was your evil villain pose, it was so cute”

“Eomma!” he whined as his mum hugged him and the two families sat at the table striking conversations with one another over their meals. After the meal you all went to a museum and the markets. They all spoiled you but you snuck off and bought them each a little something with both Yoongi and Taehyung’s approval. Just to show your thanks and presented them at the end of the day.

“We should head back to Seoul so we get there before it gets too dark” Yoongi said looking at Taehyung’s puppy dog eyes and your pout.

“Why don’t you come back when the weather gets warm, you can stay on the farm, pick some strawberries and have a nice little vacation, you can bring all the boys. The more the merrier” Taehyung’s father gave a soft smile at you patting his son’s back in farewell and you headed into the station.

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Hi can I request butch!Hinata/femme or androgynous!Sakura with a college party!AU please?

ahhh.. parties…………….. my old nemesis returns. buuuut tis theseason and I dunno when else I’m gonna get to write a halloweeny thing thisyear so fuck it, I will pretend I have even the faintest clue what parties and being drunkare like! also uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh warning for mild spice?? idk whereit came from but it’s where we are now

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“Yo, Hina! Thought you weren’t comin’?”

She waved at her best friend as he bounded over to her – hisridiculous, floppy ears bouncing behind him – and bumped his fist against her alreadywaiting one. “I wasn't planning to,” she said, eyeing his onesie with a barely suppressedsnicker. “What are you wearing?”

“I'm a dog and Akamaru’s a cat.” Now that it had beenpointed out to her, she did indeed see how the huge dog had been given a headbandwith some pointy cat ears and a tabby-cat paintjob; presumably with somepet-friendly dye, Kiba cared too much about animals to be irresponsible, evenfor a joke. Still wouldn’t fool anyone, there weren’t many cats around thatwere four feet tall, but she could appreciate the effort. “It’s clever!”

“Mhmm.” She absently scratched around Akamaru’s ears, as sheglanced around the room. “Hey, you haven’t seen Sakura around have you? Chouji calledme over to take her home, apparently she’s gotten a bit… rowdy.”

Kiba snorted. “That’s an understatement, last time I saw hershe was teaching Naruto to suplex Sasuke-”

Naturally. Digging her fingers into her temples,Hinata groaned.

“-that was like, half an hour ago now though, haven’t seenher since.”

She thanked her friend for the help and moved further intothe house, trying to drown out the thumping beat as she tracked her girlfrienddown, asking friends as she stumbled across them, discovering even more reasonsfor Sakura to never be allowed near alcohol ever again and following theirleads to her current location.

The path of destruction left behind by the woman was clearto see.

“Hinata! Thank god you’re here, sorry I called you so late,but I didn’t know what else to do.” Chouji rushed over the second his eyes caughther and he quickly guided her back to the room he’d been guarding. “She’s inhere.”

Mumbling her thanks, she stepping into what was presumably adining room, though with every surface covered by either bottles, cans or plasticcups.

“Hiiiiiinaaaaaa!”

Finally, she laid eyes upon her target; a very drunk, very unrulywerewolf, arm-wrestling a guy with biceps the size of footballs and surroundedby people either screaming her contestant on, or clutching their own arms gingerly.

Honestly, the only surprising thing about the scene was thatthe werewolf was entirely pink.

“Hina, Hina, Hina, Hin-”

She stepped over the bodies littering the floor between themand laid a hand against Sakura’s shoulder before she could get too carriedaway. “I like your sideburns.”

The woman grinned up at her, turning away from her opponent.Not that that gave him any advantage, she could practically hear his teeth grindingto dust with how hard he was clenching them, while Sakura could speak with acompletely calm, if a little slurred, voice, “Feel ‘em! Took fuckin’ ages toglue on.”

Clearly, a lot of effort had gone into this costume, patchesof pastel pink fur – dyed to match her long, artfully dishevelled hair – werecarefully placed all over her body, blended into her skin with bright paint andher pretty blouse and shorts had been artfully shredded to make it reallylook like she’d just grown three sizes and burst right through them. It helpedthat she already had bigger muscles than most people could even dream of.

“They’re very impressive,” she said, stroking down the stiffhairs on her girlfriend’s cheeks, “but, I think that we should get you home now-”

The cut-off screech and agonising thud of skin against woodgave her a minor heart attack.

Sakura ignored the wailing of the poor guy who’d just hadhis hand slammed forcefully against the table and whirled on Hinata, not eventaking a second to gloat in her victory. “Whaaaat, no way, you just got here! C’mon,lets go get some drinks, to the drink-place!”

“I think you’ve had enough sweetie, let’s go.” Out of thecorner of her eye, she could see a worried Chouji hovering by the door, clearlywaiting to jump in and help her if need be.

Hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her back. Sakurablinked up at her with hazy, watery eyes, before weeping into her stomach, “Nooooo,you should stay here and party with us!”

“I’m not into parties, you know that, come on now.” Hinatastarted inching towards the door, dragging her limpet along behind her, but sheonly managed to get a few steps in, before she was suddenly released and forcedto watch her girlfriend slump to the floor, arms crossed, pouting like a child.

“Nuh-uh, not goin’ anywhere.”

She absolutely could not keep up with Sakura’s wildmood swings when she was drunk. “I will drag you if I have to.”

The woman whined and flopped down even more, until she waslying down, arms still crossed, on the hard, wooden floor. Resigning herself toher fate, Hinata leaned down and grabbed hold of her shoulders and started to haulher away.

It would’ve been easier if her girlfriend wasn’t theapproximate size, shape and weight of a truck.

She managed to drag her halfway across the room, but thatwas about as far as they got, before Sakura’s dead weight hit the body of somepoor, unconscious sod and stayed there. Hinata glared down at the woman – thoughright now she was behaving more like a five-year-old – who met her stare with atoothy grin. “Ohhhhh nooooooooo, looks like we’re stuck heeeereeeeeeee.”

Looking to the heavens for patience, her eyes passed overthe forms of the men sulking in the corner, still clutching aching arms. Andshe got an idea.

“…I’ll wrestle you.”

Sakura blearily blinked up at her. “Huh?”

The wheels were franticly spinning in her head as she madeher plan. “An arm wrestle, if I win,” she said slowly, “you have to come homewith me, if you win, then I’ll stay here with you.”

Unfocused eyes suddenly sharpened. Without even bothering tosay anything, Sakura leapt up, grabbed her hand and pulled her back to thetable. She was sat down, waiting with her arm already in position, before Hinatacould even catch her breath. Taking a deep inhale, she sat down in the oppositechair, carefully kicked off her unwieldy boot, trapped her sock under her heelto peel it off and entwined her own hand with her girlfriend’s, bracing herselfagainst the sturdy table and pointedly ignoring the small crowd gatheringaround them.

“On three,” Sakura said with a smirk. “One, two-”

She wouldn’t be able to beat her. As physically strong asshe was – and Hinata was very strong – Sakura was a whole other beastand had much more experience in this particular sport.

She wouldn’t win a fair fight. But Hinata wasn’t afraid tofight dirty.

“Threeek!”

“Something wrong, sweetheart?” Hinata asked, as though herfoot wasn’t running slowly up and down the inside of Sakura’s leg.

Their hands bobbed back and forth, entire arms shaking witheffort as they battled, Hinata kept her focus on what was going on underthe table though. Keeping her calm, innocent smile fixed on her face, as sheskirted around the patches of fur stuck to her shins, gently brushing up anddown smooth skin at a slow, fixed pace.

“You’re cheating!” Sakura whined, arm still held strong, buteyes drifting in and out of focus.

“How can I be cheating, when we never made any specificrules against it?” Her bare toes skimmed further up, tickling just behind aknee before sliding across a hard, muscled thigh.

“I’mmmm-making it a rule now!”

She curled her toes, lightly massaging the skin beneaththem. “Ah-ah, can’t change the rules in the middle of a game, that’s not fair.”Ok, maybe she was taking just a little too much joy in the soft flush on hergirlfriend’s cheeks and slight quiver to her lips as she pulled in shakybreaths, but as she brushed against the hem of her shorts, teasing the area soclose and yet so far, she couldn’t stop herself from getting alittle excited too.

Her love of tormenting her lovers into trembling desire wasalmost as big a liability as Sakura’s ridiculously sensitive legs.

Around them, people were cheering and screaming for a victorto the match, thankfully too wasted to notice the second match happening justout of sight. Despite her overwhelming advantage, Sakura’s arm was beginning totilt ever closer to the table, staying strong, but gradually losing ground asHinata pushed her to her limits and rubbed slow circles into the apex of herinner thigh.

She had to bite her lip at the utterly delicioussounds her girlfriend was trying to hide, intermixed with grunts of effort asshe attempted to push her arm back to safety.

“You’re looking a little out of breath, love,” Hinata crooned,as though she wasn’t equally wrecked, but the full-body shiver and low moan wasmore than worth it. And it was the perfect opening for her final move.

Subtly bracing herself for a final push, she very gently strokedher toes across the fabric covering the one area she’d been pointedly avoidinguntil now.

With a hard smack and high-pitched keen, she won.

But, the revelling in her victory could wait, right now shehad a very worked-up, very delectable girlfriend to take home so she could properlyworship her in private. She immediately withdrew her foot and shoved it backinto her boot – the sock left forgotten on the floor – pulling Sakura up bytheir still clasped hands and stomping out of the house.

Maybe the party hadn’t been so bad after all.

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My face concentrated into a confused pout, as Jimin untimely flipped me on top of him, having been too caught up in feeling his kisses. I wanted to huff, I really I think I did, and puppy eye him into putting me under him. “You’re mean” I mumbled breathlessly before shaking my head. Even though there was that large part inside of me, that wanted to whimper daddy under him, I think right now a larger part felt challenged. And looking at Jimin I felt comfortable enough to indulge in the challenge even if it was more then unfamiliar territory. “I’m not sure but’ll try to do my best” I nervously offered before pulling him into a kiss more aggressive then any of the others that I had ever pulled him into, making sure I lead it. The kiss cleared most of my apprehension as I felt that familiar feeling swell up in my chest that made me feel so safe with him.

lStraightening my back, I put a hand on his chest, firmly trapping him against the headboard. “I don’t think you’re daddy right now” I lilted as I leaned closer to drop a fleeting kiss on his lips. “And don’t move baby, didn’t you want me to take care of you”. Winking coyly I harshly ground my hips down, wanting to bare him down to groans as he did to me. Lifting off from him, I stroked my hand up his cock lining it up to my pussy, smirking slightly as I rubbed a few harsh circles on his tip. I leaned down to kiss all up on his cock, kitten licking the top while my hands stroked the rest slowly, squeezing softly towards the base. Getting more desperate on my own, I moved up to straddle him again, immediately sinking down on him. I couldn’t help hiding my face in his neck for a second, overwhelmed by the intensity of feeling him inside me like this.

As I lifted only to sink on him again, I moaned loudly feeling every ridge of his cock against my walls. My movements more confident and my hands now pinning both of jimins to the bed, I knew he could definitely break free of it if he wanted to but I had a feeling he didn’t. Had a feeling he was perhaps as pliant as I could be.I really didn’t know what I was doing, but following the opposite of every of my instincts, Moan instead of whimper, tease instead of beg. I kept my pace slow, circling my hips, wanting for him to ask for me to speed up, the thrill of it made every part of me almost tingle in pleasure. I ran a hand through my hair pushing it back, as I looked down at him, “Does my baby need me to go faster?” I asked teasingly as I leaned lower to cradle his jaw and guide it into a small kiss. “Or should I just stop, let you rest up a little in my pussy huh?” I hoped he’d answer, since even slowing down was so frustrating. Through my slow pace, I had moved to trail down a collection of small hickeys down the his neck. Turning Jimins face to the side softly, I admired my handiwork before mumbling firmly, “Mine, say you’re mine baby, tell me how I make you feel good”

"Good girl," Jimin murmured encouragingly as you pulled away from the aggressive kiss. He smiled mischievously as you denied him your little nickname for him. "You're going to have to back up those words, darling." He watched as you sank on him, fascinated by the sight of you taking him all in. He could feel your effort to pleasure and care for him, so he relaxed, showing his appreciation by giving himself into the moment. "Feels good," he murmured, gazing at you with half-lidded eyes.

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A mildly provoked frown furrowed his forehead as you slowed down, the suddenly sluggish build of pleasure nearly making him groan with need, but he didn't let that crack his composure. He smirked at your instruction, finding you sexy, but more cute than commanding, like an ingenue in her first femme fatale role. "You do make me feel good, my baby, but you're getting a little too ahead of yourself." With his hands gripping possessively, he held down your hips when you had fully-sheathed him, balls-deep, and halted your movements. In the stillness, he could feel his cock twitch and throb between your tight walls, and he was sure you could feel it too. "Don't taunt me love, or I might just pay you back... are you sure you can take me just resting up in your snug, dripping little pussy, hmm...? I can already feel you clench so needily," he teased, brushing feather-light kisses around your lips but never quite on them, keeping his firm grip to make sure you couldn't bounce nor grind against his cock.

He had barely teased you, but he himself couldn't take it anymore; he rotated you on his lap, grunting at the feeling of your pussy pivoting around his thick cock, then pushed you on your knees; your body bent forward so your cheek was pressed on the mattress, his hips tightly positioned against yours from behind. "You did well for your first time, sweetheart, now daddy will make you moan and scream under him just like you wanted," he growled. Jimin plowed you from behind, immediately picking up the pace, tugging your hips to meet his thrusts. "Is this what you wanted, baby?" he hissed, slapping your asscheek. He quickly massaged the red mark, soothing it, never letting his pounding rhythm slip. Throwing his head back, he groaned, driving into you with pure instinct, chasing both your highs.

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All Twelve Days of 00Qmas

A cartridge in a PPK

Christmas Day, 12 hours since Q’s flat rejection of Bond’s proposal.

Lifting Bond’s discarded shirt from beside the sofa where he slept, Alec rolled it up and tossed it in his face.

“Rise and shine, beautiful.”

“I’m not doing anything more than sitting on my arse watching films, Alec,” Bond groaned through the material, tearing it off and turning over.

Alec was already returning from the kitchen. He grabbed the back of Bond’s underwear and shoved an ice cube between his arsecheeks. Bond cursed. Loudly.

“Up, ty drochila. I have plans involving a shooting range, casino and a strip club.”

2 Wayward Agents

“Happy Christmas, Quartermaster.”

“Well this indeed is a Christmas miracle. You two, making it back, bones and equipment intact,” replied Q, keeping his eyes trained on 002’s progress.

“You probably shouldn’t get used to it,” said Alec, placing his own weapon in the tray next to Bond’s.

“I’ll take what I can get.  And that wasn’t an invitation for innuendo, 007,” Q said, without missing a beat.

“No plans, Q?” Bond enquired.

“Family gathering tonight. On account of babysitting you two yesterday.”

“Well, think of us…” said Alec in parting.

“While I’m chomping on turkey and ham? Of course.”

3 Femme Fatales

“Yes Mother, I’ll eat more,” Q called out resignedly as he waved his parents off from their Boxing Day gathering. In that moment, Moneypenny and R pulled into the vacated parking place outside his block of flats.

Q eyed them suspiciously as they climbed out of Moneypenny’s Fiat 500. “And what might you two be doing here?”

“Emily invited us round,” said R with a grin.

“My sister invited…” he trailed off as the barged their way through the door into the main corridor.

“We brought wine,” called Eve over her shoulder, “and a few conversation pieces involving Double Os…”

4 Lost Hours

“Oh bloody hell!” muttered Q, disentangling himself from his sister’s arms and dislodging R’s head from his lap.

Moneypenny grunted from the Lazyboy. “Come on, Quartermaster. I’ll drive us to Six for your shift.”

“At 3am?” moaned Emily.

“Evil geniuses don’t celebrate the holidays, sister dear,” he mumbled.

Twenty minutes later, Moneypenny had deposited him outside the coffee house opposite River House. He leaned down with a smile and she rolled down the window.

“Thanks for the chat. It was… enlightening.”

She smiled in return. “Remember. 49% bravado. 51% still searching… Both of them.”

“I’ll… think on it,” he replied.

5 Shots Fired

“BANG!”

“If you’re trying to impress me, 006, you’ve got a better chance of charming a rattler without the means of a pipe,” Q said with cool detachment.

“BANG!BANG!”

“I’ve tried already that Q. Now? I’m just doing my job and saving Bond’s sorry zhopa,” Alec replied with a hint of breathlessness.

“Her Majesty thanks you, Trevelyan. Your services—“

“Are underrated. But that’s a chat for another day, Quartermaster…”

“BANG!”

“I look forward to it, 006. Just make sure you bring 007 along… for translation needs.”

“SLAM!”

“That didn’t sound like a gun…”

“It wasn’t,” said Alec. “Bedroom door.”

6 Beats of his Heart

“BEEPBEEP!”

“How is he?” Alec half-turned away from his sleeping associate towards Q, who had appeared at the door of the ICU room in Medical.

“BEEPBEEP!”

“He’ll live,” Alec replied, sitting down. Q approached the bed and sat on the chair to the other side of Bond.

“BEEPBEEP!”

“You saved her.”

“BEEPBEEP!”

Alec shrugged dismissively. “There isn’t much we wouldn’t do to protect this country.”

“BEEPBEEP!”

“But… my sister…?”

“Your twin. A living, breathing part of you. We didn’t think twice. Saving her, saved you.”

“BEEPBEEP!”

“Thank you…” whispered Q softly, closing his eyes.

“Our pleasure, Quartermaster,” exhaled Bond.

7 Bouts of Boxing

“OOFF!” *SLAM!*

Alec doubled over, James dancing around him like a kitten who’d just discovered the joy of tearing up a cardboard box.

“Come on, Cossack. Six rounds? Where’s that infamous Russian stamina?”

Alec tilted his head up briefly and threw James a cheeky smile before lunging forward, bouncing him off the ropes. As he fell back taking James with him, he caught a reflection in the corner shadows and brought James into a hug, whispering in his ear, “he’s watching…”

James didn’t flinch as he pushed back. “Best give him a show then,” he murmured throwing a hard right.

8 Cups of Earl Grey

“Q. You really ought to vary your diet beyond bergamot-flavoured hot water. We’d hate to lose you to a citrine-induced coma.”

“Keeps me awake. Keeps me warm. Keeps my hands busy. When they’re not tinkering, Moneypenny,” he replied, fingers dancing on the side of his mug, tapping out a morse signal that strangely looked like “what do I do…”

Moneypenny sighed, could recognise the signs of a mind in turmoil beyond the demands of the job. Once a field agent…

“It’s not too late, you know,” she whispered smiling, laying a hand on his, stilling his nervous motion…

9 Nosy Minions

3 minions were positioned at the start of the airstrip and 3 at the end, with another 3 at various points along the track, poised to take timings and notes.

Bond revved the engine from their starting position and gave a satisfied grin towards his Quartermaster sitting next to him in the passenger seat at the sound of the throaty purr and hit the accelerator.

22.3 seconds later, they were at the end of the track, and each minion en route, perceptive minds that they were, noticed a lot more than a successful test drive had unfolded before their eyes.

10 Erotic Minutes

There’s a sound that fills our ears and our minds to the exclusion of all else when we finally come to trust. Q held himself in that moment, the palms of his hand hovered an inch above the chests of both men standing either side of him. He took a breath. On the exhale, he touched. Eyes closed, he let fingers drift down to lightly leave the imprint of their tips upon taut abdominal muscles.

James and Alec breathed steadily through the exploration, hands gripping the other’s forearms. Look, don’t touch. Not yet, Q had said.

It’s all about trust.

11 Near Misses

Alec and Q were lying side by side on the bed in fits of laughter. James was standing framed by bedroom door, holding a large glass of water watching the scene in amusement while his brother-in-arms regaled Q with possibly their most embarrassing fuckups preceding his arrival at MI6.

“You should have seen his face, Q, when he realised the bullet chamber was empty. How he managed to knock the guy out by throwing the gun at his head? Still amazes me.”

“He’s just one lucky arse,” said Q with a smile, watching Bond ripple gracefully towards them.

12 Points of Contact

Q lay awake, revelling in the newness of it all.

The press of James’ ankle against his foot, heavy but reassuring; Alec’s knee to hip warming the back of his own thigh; two pairs of rough hands on stomach, hips and neck smoothed by his own skin; a pair of soft and gentle lips still against his collarbone and another set, made dry by warm air breathed slow and steady against his bare shoulders.

And two hearts, hearts Q had once thought cast in the stony forge of an assassin’s breast, beating strong and hard either side of his own.

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How Much Is Enough? [NC-17 Otayuri Fic]

*Hey it said the page could not be found for the FAQ so if i’m not following the guidelines, super apologies!!! I wrote an Otayuri fic i’m really proud of where Yuri sneaks into a club to see Otabek DJ after Otabek told him not to and consequentially gets him fired. I have it on wattpad and just started up on AO3 if you guys are interested? Sorry if this isn’t how you guys do things ahh idk why the FAQ wont open for me

read it here on AO3!

Admin note: hey hey! I checked the problem with the FAQ and I know what’s the problem but I can’t solve it, so sorry for that! You can reach it from laptop but somehow it doesn’t work for mobile, idk why. But the fic’s good and all so thank you for submitting it!:)

under the keep reading you can find the story of Yuuri’s and Viktor’s fiasco! :)

            “I don’t know about this Viktor.” Yuri blushed, still half asleep as he looked over at his fiancée. “You won’t show them to anyone right?”

            “No, no just for me!” Viktor grinned, that sweet Russian accent bringing a smile to Yuri’s face like it always did. “Please, please, pleeaassee?” He begged, holding up his phone. “I have to go to Russia for a little while soon and I’m gonna be lonely.”

            “You’re even needier than me sometimes.” Yuri sighed, kicking back the blankets on the hotel bed and running his hands through his hair. They’d decided to spend a little extra time in Barcelona after the grand prix and this was their last day before flying back to Japan for a little time off together. Viktor had to go back to Russia for a little bit after that to train at his home rink, so they wanted to have some time alone for a few days.

            The other night after the Grand Prix and Yuri’s silver medal win, they’d had sex for the first time. It hadn’t been as big a deal for Viktor and all his experience, but for Yuri it had really been amazing and ever since, Viktor was all over him even more, knowing that he had permission now to touch him and see him naked and all.

            So that morning, Yuri woke up to a wide-awake Viktor, whining about needing naked pictures.

            “The only pictures I have of you are selfies of us. I need to remember this new eros-soaked Yuri that’s been blowing my mind the past two days.”

            “Fine, take what you want.” Yuri laughed, lying on the sheets in just a tight pair of black boxer-briefs and letting Viktor take all the pictures he wanted of that.

            “Yuuuri.” Viktor sang. “Pleeaassee? I want to see you naked again.”

            “Haven’t you seen me naked enough the past forty-eight hours?”

            “It’s never enough.” He stuck out his lower lip.

            “Fine, fine, just don’t send them to anyone. Seriously, alright? Your eyes only.”

            “I’ll swear on it.” Viktor raised his right hand and beamed when Yuri caved and took off his underwear, tossing it to the floor.

            “How did I land the cutest skater in the entire world?” Viktor mused, taking his pictures then tossing his phone on the foot of the bed, crawling in beside him. “I’m so proud of you, you know.”

            “I know, Viktor. You keep telling me.” Yuri laughed, pulling the blanket back up to cover himself and snuggling into him. “I’m still pretty sleepy. You have a lot of energy this morning.”

            “I’m just excited for another day with you.” Viktor grinned, pressing a kiss to the center of Yuri’s forehead. “Let me cuddle you up.”

            “Mm, just don’t go groping me too much until I’ve woken up a little more.” Yuri tucked his head into Viktor’s neck and shut his eyes, breathing in the scent of his cologne and relishing the softness of the other man’s silk pajamas against his naked skin.

            “Are you warm enough?”

            “Mhm.” Yuri yawned, feeling Viktor’s hand slide down to the small of his back. “Our flight isn’t until tonight, so we can still have some fun today. Will you work on that cute couples skate idea we had when we get home tomorrow?”

            “Sure, whatever you want.” Viktor murmured, giving him a squeeze. “It’ll be a nice warm up for both of us even if we can’t compete with it.”

            “I just want to do it for fun. I love skating with you.” Yuri hesitated a moment, still not used to it, then leaned up and kissed Viktor on the lips, just a soft peck, but it made both their faces turn red. “Sorry, it’s just too fun to resist.”

            “Well now you’ve teased me, so I get to grope you a little now.”

            “Hey!” Yuri laughed when Viktor slid his hand down further to grab his ass.

            “Mm, you have a little morning wood, can I blow you again?”

            “I didn’t know guys other than Chris typically liked doing that so much.”

            “I don’t understand why. Love is a partnership, it’s important to pleasure your partner. Especially when they’ve had to wait as long to experience it as you have.” Viktor leaned down and pressed a few kisses against the pale skin of Yuri’s neck. “You just relax, I’ll take care of you.”

            “Okay.” Yuri smiled, his cheeks pink as Viktor slid down the bed and got under the covers, coming over to lie between his legs. He still got embarrassed when Viktor did this stuff, but he didn’t feel nervous. Viktor didn’t have a judgmental bone in his body, so what did he have to worry about? “A-Ahh.” He breathed, his face turning hot when he felt Viktor’s mouth envelop him.

            Viktor slid one hand up to rest on his hip and gave that a gentle squeeze, a tiny little sign of affection to make the interaction more intimate.

            “Hhh… V-Viktor wait.” Yuri said, propping himself up on his elbows and reaching over to take the blankets away.

            “Hm?” Viktor took his mouth away and looked up at him with big eyes and messy hair. “Did I hurt you?”

            “No, I just feel bad making you do all the work and not get anything back.” Yuri blushed, bringing his legs up so that his knees framed Viktor’s face. “Do you want to just have sex again?”

            “Are you sure? Aren’t you hurting?” Viktor pressed a kiss to the inside of Yuri’s thigh since it was so close to his lips.

            “I’m okay.”

            “Well if my Yuri insists.” Viktor sat back on his heels and unbuttoned his pajama shirt, tossing it aside and sliding back up the bed to lie over Yuri. “Kiss me for a while first.”

            Yuri’s heart thumped. He wrapped his arms around Viktor’s neck and wrapped his legs around Viktor’s hips then just let himself be kissed for a while. He was still learning how to do everything, so he always let Viktor take the lead. Maybe that would change soon. Their little confidence building exercises might take a new turn now that they were sleeping together. He relished in the softness of Viktor’s lips against his own and the smoothness of his tongue. “Can you get undressed?” He asked between kisses, nuzzling his nose against Viktor’s.

            “Eager to get me naked, are you?” Viktor teased, turning his head and nibbling on Yuri’s neck for a moment before he pulled away.

            Yuri watched him with pink cheeks as he got fully undressed and got a condom and lube out of his suitcase.

            When Viktor came back to bed, they took their time with some foreplay and prepping to make sure Yuri wouldn’t be in too much pain afterwards. When they got started, Yuri was putty in Viktor’s hands as always. He was so easily overwhelmed. All Viktor had to do was whisper something into his ear or touch him in just the right way for him to be a whimpering, trembling mess.

            “You’re beautiful when you’re aroused.” Viktor mused, easing his hips back and forth, one hand wrapped around Yuri’s erection and one arm keeping himself upright. He leaned in close to Yuri’s ear and nibbled on it. “Show me your eros, Yuri. Who’s the femme fatale that can satisfy me?”

            “Nnn, ahh!” Yuri moaned underneath him, pushing his hips back against Viktor’s to make him go in deeper. “Me.” He nearly whispered.

            “I can’t hear yooouu.” Viktor sang, rolling his hips to make Yuri squirm.

            “I-I’m the only one who can satisfy you.” Yuri gasped, wrapping his arms around Viktor’s neck and kissing him hard.

            “Convince me.” Viktor cooed, running his hand down Yuri’s side.

            Yuri’s face was burning red, but he wanted to make Viktor feel good. Plus, if there was anything that drove Viktor wild, it was being taken by surprise. Yuri planted his hands firmly on Viktor’s shoulders and pushed him to the side, flipping their position to land the Russian skater on his back and leave himself sitting on his hips.

            Viktor’s face flashed red. “You seriously are something special, Yuri Katsuki.”

            “Uhh.” Yuri laughed and started to ease himself up and down. “Is this what you wanted?”

            “Everything and more.” Viktor sighed, suddenly seeming like a little bit of a mess himself. “Keep moving like that.”

            “Oh?” Yuri blushed and kept riding him, watching as Viktor’s chest heaved with his accelerated breathing, his cheeks even redder than Yuri’s. “Viktor?”

            “Oh God, Yuri.” He sighed, sweat breaking out on his forehead. “Yuri…”

            “You really like this that much?”

            “Yes.” He nodded, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. “Jesus Christ, Yuri take me.”

            Yuri’s heart leapt to his throat and he picked up the pace, bouncing himself up and down to pleasure Viktor. He’d never seen him so uncontrollably aroused before. He was a little glad. The past few times, he’d always cum too soon, but now it seemed they were both approaching pretty fast.

            “Finish me Yuri. Take me as fast as you can.”

            “O-Okay.” Yuri did what he was told and listened as Viktor’s moans rose in volume, his fiancée squirming in pleasure underneath him. “Viktor.” He sighed, feeling his own orgasm build. One thing he liked about them in bed, was that while his own moaning got kind of softer and higher pitched the closer he got, Viktor got louder and louder.

            After another minute of pushing his body to its limit to give Viktor the kind of speed he wanted, Yuri was struggling to hold out until Viktor started to cry out for real.

            “YURI AHHH YES!” Viktor not even moaned, but shouted, as he finished, the feeling of him cumming and the sound of his moaning enough to push Yuri over the edge as well.

            “V-Viktor.” Yuri whimpered, rocking himself back and forth to ride out his own orgasm. When it passed, he planted his hands on either side of Viktor’s head and leaned down to give him one more kiss. “You know everyone on this floor of the hotel can hear you when you do that.”

            “I can’t help it, you’re too sexy.” Viktor laughed, his face still pink. “Wow you really did take me by surprise there. You’re getting a lot more confident, Mister.”

            “I just wanted you to feel good too.” Yuri climbed off and laid down next to him. “Can we go grab breakfast?”

            “In a minute, let me snuggle the second best figure skater in the world for another minute.” Viktor wrapped his arms around him and squeezed.

            “Second best to Yurio because he beat me or second best to you?”

            “Hmm.” Viktor looked up at the ceiling. “Okay, third best.”

            “Hey.” Yuri laughed. “You’re mean in the morning. I’m gonna go get dressed.”

            “Take your time, I’m still recovering over here.”

**

            “Viktor, quit looking at those in public.” Yuri yawned, leaning his head on Viktor’s shoulder as they waited for the plane to take off. All day, Viktor kept taking his phone out to scroll through those naked pictures in public and it was giving Yuri a stress migraine. “Someone’s gonna see.”

            “Sorry, you just look so cute in these. You know I love a confident Yuri.” Viktor smiled, fastening his seat belt and lifting up the cover on the window so they could have a view soon. “Are you sleepy?”

            Yuri nodded and nuzzled his cheek against Viktor’s shoulder.

            “That’s cute. Go to sleep, I’ll wake you up when we land.”

            “We’re flying all night, Viktor. Don’t stay up.” The airplane began to move forward and Yuri lifted up the arm rest between them and took his bag out form underneath his seat. “Here.” He took the blanket out and kicked the bag back under, draping the blanket over both of them and hugging Viktor’s arm like a teddy bear. “Sleep with me.”

            “Haven’t we done that enough on this trip?”

            “Shut up you know what I mean.” Yuri laughed, the plane picking up more and more speed. “Just get cozy with me, we’re gonna be here a while.”

            “You are pretty cozy.” Viktor sighed, tilting his head so it rested on top of Yuri’s.

            Yuri was a pretty good flyer, but he tensed hard when the plane took off, so Viktor took his arm out of Yuri’s grip to wrap it around his shoulders instead, planting a firm kiss on the top of his head to calm him.

            “Hey Yuri.” He murmured, right next to his ear.

            “Yeah?”

            “I’m glad we decided to stay these extra days. I’m really happy.”

            “I am too, Viktor.” Yuri smiled, his heart beating as he thought about saying what he wanted too. They’d said it plenty of times over the past few days, but he still got nervous whenever he said those words to Viktor. “I love you.”

            “You’re really trying to make me melt today, aren’t you?” Viktor laughed, pressing his lips one more time to Yuri’s forehead. “I love you too.”

**

            After an exhausting flight home and a quick family reunion at the hot springs, they’d retreated to Viktor’s room to recharge. Yuri really truly loved his family, but with the engagement, they were a little too all over him and he was really enjoying the perfect little bubble they’d put themselves in lately. Sleeping in the same bed, eating every meal together.

            They spent the next few days that Viktor had in Japan doing everything they could possibly do together. During the day, they worked on the couples skate just for fun and to help Viktor get warmed up again and at night, they went out to dinner and, well, did some other things. Viktor seemed determined to give Yuri a crash course in everything sexual before leaving for Russia.

            On the last day together, Yuri insisted they spend just a few more hours skating, so he could practice a new quad while Viktor was still around to guide him.

            “If I could just land it once today, I’d be happy.” Yuri sighed, leaning against the partition on the edge of the ice to talk to Viktor. “I’m gonna try it one more time, then we can give up for a little while.”

            “Just do your best.” Viktor smacked an affectionate little peck against Yuri’s cheek and gave his shoulder a little nudge. “You’re under rotating, start from further back to give yourself more speed. You can worry about doing a difficult entry when you start landing the jump.”

            “Okay.” Yuri nodded, skating to the back of the rink to get a head start. He kept under rotating on this, so he just needed to pick up speed. He pushed himself forward hard and jumped. Shit, maybe that was too much speed actually. He made it around all four times, but his foot skidded out from under him on the landing and he fell hard on top of it, bending his ankle. “Agh!” He shouted, quickly pushing himself into a sitting position and off of his foot.

            “Are you hurt?”

            “N-No, all good!” Yuri said, pushing himself back to his feet only for a shot of pain to shoot through his ankle. “Ah!” He fell again and groaned, clutching at his ankle. Shit, that felt sprained.

            “Yuri!” Viktor came skating out to meet him on the ice and knelt down beside him. “Man all day you’ve been under rotating then you went and spun around like that, what, were you going for a quintuple? Here, let me see it.”

            “It’s probably fine, it’s just-“

            “Shh, shh just let me see.” Viktor said, taking Yuri’s foot and unlacing the skate. He slid it off and pulled Yuri’s legging back so he could see his ankle. “Does it hurt when I touch it here?” He pressed two fingers gently down on it and Yuri winced.

            “Y-Yeah, it hurts.”

            “Can you move it?”

            Yuri wiggled it around a little and nodded. “Yeah.”

            “Okay, well it’s not broken, but I’m pretty sure that’s a sprain. Let’s take you to the hospital so it can be taken care of properly. We don’t want to risk any lasting damage.”

            “What? It’s your last day here, it can wait. I’ll wrap it up and go tomorrow.”

            “I insist.” Viktor picked up his skate and stood up, offering Yuri a hand to help him up as well. “Hold on to me, let’s get you off the ice.”

            “Alright.” Yuri sighed, his heart sinking. He shouldn’t have insisted on skating today. Now he’d wrecked their last day in Japan together.

            They got off the ice and changed into regular shoes, Yuri wincing as he laced up his sneakers.

            “I’ll carry you to the car.”

            “What? Viktor, you don’t have to do that- Whoa! Hey!” He yelped as Viktor picked him up bridal style and carried him off towards the exit. “Leave me my dignity why don’t you?”

            “Hush, you’re injured. Don’t hurt yourself any worse than you have already.” Viktor pressed a kiss against Yuri’s forehead and carried him all the way to the parking lot, setting him down in the passenger seat of Yuri’s car and sitting himself down behind the wheel. “Do you know how to get to the hospital from here? I don’t really know where I am.”           

            “Yeah.” Yuri sighed. Ugh, this was going to ruin all of his plans for their last day together. He wanted to make Viktor dinner and soak in the private hot spring together one more time and, of course, have goodbye sex. Now Viktor was going to be stuck at the hospital with him and Yuri could barely walk.

            He gave Viktor directions until they arrived and put his jacket back on, somehow feeling colder then than he did in the rink. “Please don’t carry me inside.”

            “I won’t, but I’m gonna have to help you inside regardless.” Viktor shut off the car and tossed him the keys, climbing out so he could step around and help Yuri out. “Here.” He wrapped an arm around his waist and helped him limp forward.

            “Thanks.” Yuri said as they made their way to the doors. “Are you sure you want to deal with this now? I mean, don’t you want to go to the hot springs and everything?”

            “Don’t worry about that stuff right now. I can’t relax while you’re hurt.”

            “Alright…”

            The hospital wasn’t so bad. They didn’t have to wait very long and got Yuri right to an x-ray room. Viktor was really sweet. He kept pestering the doctors asking what he could do to make Yuri feel better, help him heal faster, distract him from any pain. It was nice being doted on. They set him up with a padded boot and a pair of crutches, so he could walk on his own again, but he wouldn’t be able to skate for about three weeks.

            Viktor took him back home and brought him to bed, surrounding him with extra blankets and pillows and his favorite snacks. Makkachin slept on the floor by the bed and Viktor snuggled in close to him. “My poor Yuri, are you sure you don’t want me to stay a few extra days to take care of you?”

            “I don’t really need all this, Viktor.” Yuri laughed although he was really enjoying it. He felt so cozy and Viktor was giving him so much extra affection. “Thanks for being so sweet to me though. I’d be really upset about not skating if it wasn’t for you.”

            “Aw, I just want you to feel better.” Viktor mused, pulling the blankets up and kissing his neck. “Hey, take a selfie with me I want people to see what a cute caring boyfriend I am.”

            Yuri rolled his eyes, but pressed a kiss against Viktor’s cheek anyways so he could take the photo. “That good enough?”

            “Perfect as always.”

            “Wait, did you make my naked photo your wallpaper?” Yuri blushed, glancing at the background on Viktor’s phone. “Viktor.”

            “Aww, come on, no one else will see.”

            “They will to. You leave it unlocked all the time.”

            “Fine, fine I’ll change it, just let me post our cute couples selfies first.”

            Yuri sighed and tucked his head into Viktor’s neck. He smelled really nice. “Sorry we couldn’t have any fun today. I wanted to make you dinner.”

            “Aw, don’t worry about it.” Viktor said, scrolling through his phone. “I’m happy just to spend time with you. Oh, whoops, I posted the wrong picture, hold on.”

            “Mhm.” Yuri yawned, feeling warm and kind of full of all those snacks. “It’s early, is it okay if I fall asleep on you like this.”

            “Yeah, yeah, sure, whatever you want.” Viktor kept one hand on his phone and wrapped the other arm around Yuri’s shoulders. “Sweet dreams.”

            “Mm.” Yuri hummed, shutting his eyes and relishing in the warmth from Viktor’s body heat and all the extra blankets. He’d never felt so cozy in his life. Maybe he should get injured a little more often. Not being able to practice would suck, but right then, everything was absolutely perfect.

**

            Yuri slept well into the middle of the night, all snuggled up with Viktor and his ankle wrapped tight to keep it supported through the night. He woke up to the sound of his phone ringing and groped for it blindly, trying to grab it fast before it could wake up Viktor.

            “Hello?”

            “Yuri, I had no idea you were such a naughty little devil.” Chris mused on the other line.

            “Wha? Chris it’s like three in the morning.” Yuri yawned, keeping his voice low. Viktor stirred a little bit in his sleep, so he put his hand into his messy silver hair to play with it and keep him relaxed and asleep.

            “Oh shoot, silly me. I always forget about the time zone thing. Anyways, I just saw your little morning photo shoot. You’ve been holding back on me all these years, Katsuki. I thought you were such a shy little boy, but you’ve got like, I don’t know, at least seven inches down there. As your friend, I’m offended. You’ve truly hid this side of yourself from me.”

            “Chris I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Yuri rubbed his eyes. “Listen, Viktor’s asleep and I’m-“

            “How do you not know? It’s like the only thing any of us are talking about right now, you can’t possibly be living under this much of a rock when it comes to your own life. It’s gone even more viral than that video of you skating Viktor’s routine did last year.”

            “What?”

            “The naked photo, Stupid. Viktor posted it by accident for like two seconds and deleted it, but like a hundred fan girls got screenshots and now it’s everywhere.”

            “What?!” That woke him up. “A-Are you kidding? He didn’t actually do that right, you’re kidding me.”

            “Oh shoot I didn’t know you didn’t know. My bad, let me make it up to you at next year’s qualifying tournaments, I always see you at at lest one.”

            Viktor stirred in his sleep and rolled over, his eyes drooping open. “Yuri? What are you doing up? It’s late, get your rest.”

            “Hey Chris, I have to go okay? I-I’ll call you later and we can catch up and all.”

            “I’ll hold you to that, Yuri. Keep in touch.”

            Yuri hung up the phone and looked at Viktor with big watery eyes. “You leaked that photo of me?”

            “Hm?” Viktor rubbed his eyes. “Oh, sorry I posted it by accident, but I deleted it right away. What, did one or two people get a screenshot or something?”

            “Hundreds, Viktor! Chris just said it went viral, everyone’s seeing it.” Tears welled up in his eyes. “Why didn’t you at least tell me when that happened? I-I just got blindsided.”

            “Viral? Oh Yuri, I had no idea about that part. I’m so sorry.” He sat up and reached out to touch Yuri’s cheek, but Yuri leaned away from him. “You know it was an accident right? I would never betray your trust like that.”

            “Viktor those photos were private and I only let you take them because I trusted you a-and it was an expression of my love, but now one’s out there for the whole world to see. W-Which one was it? Was it at least one of the pictures where I had my underwear on?”

            Viktor looked down.

            “Which one Viktor?!” Yuri shouted, tears rolling down his cheeks.

            “It was the naked one where you were licking your lips and all that because you know I like it when you do that…”

            “Oh God, my parents are going to see me like that.” Yuri sniffled. “I mean how could you be so careless with those? I should never have let you take them.”

            “Yuri…” Viktor looked at him with glassy eyes. “Please just tell me how I can make it up to you.”

            “I-I don’t know how you can.”

            “Please don’t talk like that, it breaks my heart.”

            Yuri glanced over and saw that there were tears in Viktor’s eyes too and his mouth was quivering. He didn’t just look sad, he looked scared too, but Yuri was still incredibly hurt and angry with him. He couldn’t cave in. “I think I’m gonna go back to my room for tonight.”

            “But it’s our last night together for weeks.” Viktor said, grabbing Yuri’s hand and squeezing. “I have to leave tomorrow, just stay here and talk to me about this.”

            “I don’t want to talk to you, you humiliated me.”

            “It was an accident!” Viktor shouted, not angry, but desperate. “I’ll delete all the photos, okay? You won’t have to worry about this ever happening again.”

            “I just want to sleep alone… I don’t want to talk about this yet.” Yuri took his hand away from Viktor and moved to get up, but Viktor grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

            “Wait, I’ll go sleep somewhere else. We have all the stuff for you up here right now, I’ll just go.”

            “Okay.” Yuri sighed, leaning back against the pillows and watching as Viktor got up and put his robe on.

            “I’ll leave Makkachin here with you.” Viktor said, coming around to plant a kiss on Yuri’s forehead. “I’m sorry about all this… I love you, okay?”

            Yuri’s heart thumped, but he just rolled over to face away from Viktor instead of replying. He knew that was a little too far. It wasn’t right to scare Viktor that much when Yuri knew that of course he still loved him more than anything, but he couldn’t bring himself to turn back around and say it until Viktor left the room.

            Yuri wiped his eyes and sat up, patting the bed so Makkachin would jump up on the bed with him. He’d just started to get used to sleeping with Viktor by his side and the bed felt empty without him. He really just felt worse now… Of course he had every right to be mad, but Viktor hadn’t done it on purpose and he’d been crying. Yuri never meant to make Viktor cry, he just wanted him to know that he’d been irresponsible with his trust. It’s not like he’d meant to hurt him and Viktor had been taking care of him all day too. Ugh, how could he not say I love you back? That could have really crushed Viktor…

            Yuri sighed and pulled the blankets up to his neck. He’d apologize in the morning before Viktor left. He was still mad, but he didn’t want Viktor to leave on this note. Everything would be fine once they calmed down and talked it out.

**

            When Yuri woke up the next morning, he took a minute to work out everything he wanted to say. First was that he was sorry for not saying that he loved him and for making him leave instead of talking things out. Next was that he still had every right to be upset and Viktor should be a lot more careful with things pertaining to their relationship especially since they were in the public eye. But last was that Yuri forgave him and they’d deal with the PR problems of the leaked photo together.

            Yuri took a deep breath and reached over to check his phone. As expected, everyone he knew had messaged him either teasing him, or asking if he was okay, or both in most cases. He flipped open Instagram just for a moment and felt all the blood in his body rush to his cheeks when he saw the first post. It was a stark naked photo of Viktor, looking like it’d been taken in the mirror in Yuri’s old room.

@viktornikiforov : Hey everyone! As some of you may know I recently posted a rather revealing photo of Yuri by mistake and many of you have passed it around. As he let me take those photos in complete confidence and they were meant to be private, he’s understandably very upset that they’ve been seen by anyone other than me, so I beg of you, share this photo of me instead! I love and trust all of my fans to stop spreading Yuri’s private photo. Dasvidanya!

            Yuri’s heart throbbed. Not that it was such a big deal for someone as confident as Viktor, but still, he’d exposed himself like that to the entire world just to make him feel better. He could have cried again, he just felt so lucky to have someone like him.

            Yuri pushed himself out of bed and grabbed his crutches, scrambling out of the bedroom and down the hall. “Viktor!” He cried out, grinning as he knocked on the door to his old room. “Viktor open up, I-I want to talk to you about last night.” He waited at the door and anxiously awaited Viktor to open it, but nothing came. “Viktor?” Maybe he was downstairs.

            He hobbled back down the hallway and tucked the crutches under his arm so he could hop down the stairs. “Viktor?” He made it down and got back on the crutches, glancing over at the dining table where his mom was cleaning up. “Hey Mom, have you seen Viktor?”

            “Hm? Oh he left. He said he was going to catch an earlier flight, something about not wanting to make you upset. Did you two have a fight?”

            “He left?” Yuri’s eyes welled up. “H-How long ago?”

            “Just an hour. Are you okay Honey? I mean I know you hurt your ankle, but you look pale.”

            “I have to go to the airport.” He said, hobbling towards the door.

            “What? Yuri you’re in your pajamas, you don’t have shoes on.”

            “I don’t have time! Are the keys by the door?”

            “Yes, but-“

            “Okay bye Mom, I’ll be back later maybe.” Yuri panted, going as fast as he could on the crutches towards the front door. Luckily, he’d hurt his left foot, so he could still drive and he grabbed the keys off of the hook by the door. He couldn’t let Viktor leave like this. They wouldn’t see each other for weeks, maybe even a month or more and Yuri couldn’t live with himself having Viktor leave after he hadn’t returned an I love you.

            He tossed his crutches in the passenger seat and sped off towards the airport, his heart pounding as he weaved between cars. He wouldn’t be able to go all the way to the gate without being stopped, so he had to pray that he caught Viktor before he was too far gone. Luckily, he knew what airline Viktor was taking, so he sped to the gate and parked a little bit illegally before limping his way inside the airport. “Viktor?” He made his way into the airport and looked around, searching for that flash of silver hair.

            “Yuri?”

            “Wha?!” Yuri turned around to see Viktor walking through the same door he’d just entered from. “How are you just getting here? I-I thought you left an hour ago.”

            “I did a little sight seeing on my way.” Viktor smiled. “You came here to find me?”

            “O-Of course I did.” Yuri blushed, trying to remember the speech he’d written in his head. “I’m really sorry about how I handled everything last night. You were crying and I was being too harsh. I know you’d never try to hurt me on purpose.”

            “You forgive me?”

            Yuri nodded.

            “Don’t scare me like that anymore.” Viktor walked inside and let go of his suitcase, hugging Yuri instead. “I love you more than anything in this world, alright? I’d give up skating, I’d give up my fortune, I’d leave everything behind if you were coming with me, so don’t imply that you don’t love me back anymore when you don’t mean it.”

            Yuri nodded in understanding and let his crutches fall, ignoring the sound they made when they hit the floor while he hugged Viktor back. “I’m sorry. I love you a ton, I didn’t mean to make you think I didn’t. Just please be more careful about our relationship from now on, okay? I don’t mind everyone knowing that we’re together, or engaged, but our sex life especially should be private. I know it was a mistake, just be more careful from now on.”

            “I will be.” Viktor sighed. “I feel horrible about that photo getting out. I’m really sorry.”

            “It’s okay, I saw what you put on Instagram. That means a lot to me. Thanks for trying so hard to fix this.” Yuri leaned up and kissed him, bringing one hand up to cup the back of Viktor’s head. He was well aware of people staring at them and the fact that they were kind of blocking the door, but he didn’t care. “I love you.” He murmured against Viktor’s lips. “Don’t forget to call me when you’re in Russia. Are you sending someone to pick up Makkachin?”

            “Actually, I thought Makkachin should stay with you. You’re injured and you’re gonna be cooped up at home, so I thought you might like the company.”

            Yuri’s heart melted. “Really? Are you sure?”

            “Of course, don’t worry about it.” Viktor smiled, giving Yuri one more hug. “I’ll call you as soon as I land, okay? We’ll talk every day until you can come visit me. Rest up until then, you have to focus on healing right now.”

            “Okay.” Yuri nodded, squeezing him back extra hard. “Be safe. I love you.”

            “I love you too my little Katsudon.” Viktor grinned, giving him one more kiss goodbye. “I’ll see you soon.”