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Seeing Stars Pt 15 | Eddie Munson fic

Star's flirty plan to scare off their bullies leads to an encounter in a supply closet that neither expected. Eddie flexes his dominant side and Star finds herself content to be told what to do for the first time. Eddie goes to see Star at the diner but witnesses an encounter with another man that leaves him feeling emotional.

TW/CW: NSFW: Use of f slur and qu33r from bullies. This could be a Kinktober entry really. Dom/Sub aspects. Use of kitten. Thigh humping to orgasm, anal play (f receiving), spitting, and talk/play with bodily fluids. Also, fluff from emotional validation and hard conversations Star and Eddie are having more frequently.

Part 1 if you missed it!

It was the last day before winter break and there wasn’t anything proactive happening in Hawkins High. You got counted as present in the first period, then you could go off and hang out with your favorite teacher or the gym. Some people hung out in the courtyard if the weather was sunny enough. No one cared. There was an air of chaos and the Hellfire Club was enjoying it.

They sat on a section of bleachers, talking about whatever came to mind. As it always happened to be, Star sat next to Eddie. She’d used the free time to paint her nails, and she was now doing Eddie’s. They noticed they were getting dirty looks from the jocks who were planning on staying in the gym playing ball all day. Star was concentrated, sat with crossed legs sideways on a bleacher as Eddie sat Last Supper style at the head of the table among the circle of friends. He kept moving his hand as he spoke and she kept snapping at him. She was nearly done.

A rouge basketball made its way to the bleachers, a loud thump as it startled her and made her mess up. Her face snapped into a frown as she screwed the lid shut on the bottle, sat it down, and picked up the ball.

“Oops.” Jason grinned. “Sorry.”

“Go fetch, dog.” Star threw the ball at the opposite end of the gym away from them.

“Ugh, bitch.” she heard him say but she rolled her eyes. She nestled back down, the crew no more ruffled about it than any other instance of subtle bullying. Then it happened again.

“Our bad.” Jason laughed, the small pack behind him mirroring their leader.

“I’m in the middle of something here, dick wad.” she projected from her chest.

“Are you painting his nails?” one of them said.

“Yeah, what of it lemming?” Eddie barked back.

“What kind of faggot shit is this?” One said approaching.

“Chicks love it, man. You’d be surprised.” Eddie grinned.

“It’s true.” Star had the same predatory look on her face.

“So Star, what’s it like fucking a woman, huh? Or are you little queers rubbing your limp dicks together and leaving her out?” the group collectively sighed.

“Weird way to announce you’re a virgin but good for you I guess.” Star shrugged.

I’m not a-” he got flustered, the other guys smirking.

“You’d all know about rubbing dicks together wouldn’t ya?” Eddie smirked, his two index fingers pointed out to imitate sword fighting. “Or do we not talk about the dark recesses of Benny’s after a few too many?”

“Fuck you, Munson.” Jason joined in trying to defend his group.

“Fuck me?” he held a dramatic hand to his chest. “I’ll have to pass.” he winked to make Jason uncomfortable. Eddie’s group chuckling at the banter made Jason’s face go red.

“Fuckin’ freak.”

“And we’re back to our regular schedule programming, folks.” Eddie shook his head, his head moving wildly. “Keep those classic’s coming Carver, I never get tired of your sparkling wit!”

“How long that’d take? 1 minute before we’re called freaks again. This guy can’t get 2 full sentences out without stuttering and saying the same shit I’ve heard for the past 6 months. Get a new insult for christ's sake!” Star groaned.

“Fuck you too, Star.”

“You fuckin’ WISH, man. You PRAY to your little magic man in the sky every night that she’d ever let you do so much as pay to suck her fucking toes.” Eddie leaned forward, looking like a hunting animal, and Star was eating it up.

“You know what? Fuck you, Eddie, let’s go.” Jason tossed the ball to a teammate.

“Oh, he’s all riled up.” Eddie fanned himself.

“C’mon. Fuck you. Yeah, you. Right now.” he hit his chest like an ape to indicate he wanted to fight.

“Fuck Eddie?” Star asked with a tilted head.

“Yeah. Fuck him.” Jason nodded his chin out, rolling up his sleeves.

“You know what? Yeah.” Star grinned and everyone looked at her confused. She grabbed Eddie’s face with one hand and turned it toward herself, raising to her knees to look down at him. “Fuck Eddie Munson.” she narrowed her eyes and nodded her head to challenge him and he looked up at her with bewildered eyes. “You heard the man.” she shrugged before leaning in to kiss Eddie. She wasted no time throwing her leg over his lap and straddling him, deepening the kiss to put her hands into his hair. Eddie was frozen, he thought he was in a fever dream, the poor guy didn’t know what hit him. He thought he was facing the ultimate betrayal and now his love interest was on top of him, making out with him in front of everyone.

“What the fuck?” was the general mumbled consensus.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Jason shouted, scratching his head. Star swung her hair to the side like some Hollywood starlet, looking over her shoulder with a toothy smile.

“You said to fuck him,” she said defensively.

“Oh COME ON!” Jason groaned and threw his hands up in the air. “Come on guys, fuck those freaks.” he held his hands out and a ball promptly found itself between them again.

“I was just doing what you said! I just wanted to fit in!” she shouted as she climbed off Eddie who was still looking like a deer in headlights. Dustin was bent over cackling. Mike wasn’t far behind, his face behind his hands. The other three older guys were a mix of blushing, smirking, and laughing themselves. Star straightened her clothes then Eddie’s who was sitting oddly straight and side-eyeing her.

“You’re insane and I love it,” Dustin said.

“That’s one way to get rid of them that I hadn’t anticipated,” Jeff said.

“Eddie? You good man?” Gareth started laughing, slapping his friend's shin.

“I think I’m doing fan fucking tastic.” his face finally broke into a laugh. “Do you think that has repeat potential? You wanna do that every time they give us shit because I would be very, very into that idea.” Eddie pinched his fingers together to appear serious as he turned to Star.

“I think that was a one-time deal, bud. Sorry.” she laughed.

“You can't drop a man like that and then say never again. That’s cruel.” Jeff teased.

“Life is cruel,” she said stoically with the back of her hand to her forehead. “When you can’t beat them. Confuse them. It gives you long enough to get away.” she explained.

“The rule of out weirding the enemy.” Eddie nodded. “Classic tactic. I appreciate the strategy, General. I did not want to fight him.”

“I didn’t want you to either. I still need to finish your nails.” And with that, she was back at her task.

They gave them plenty of shit about it but it was all in jest. Eddie certainly didn’t mind. Star was moving unnoticed, Eddie’s hand splayed as he was letting them dry. She took a pen from her bag, licking the tip before smoothly taking Eddie’s arm and writing on the back of his hand. He barely noticed. He was so used to Star touching him now that it barely registered sometimes. The comfort between them physically was obvious to anyone who knew what to look for.

“I’m gonna head to drama for a few,” she announced. No one thought anything of it.

“You comin’ back?” Eddie clarified as his head whipped to look up at her.

“You’ll see me around.” she winked and made an obvious gesture down with her eyes to his hand that was held out toward her as he gestured when he spoke. “Check you nerds later,” she said jumping the two bleachers down and skipping out of the gym. What a little weirdo, Eddie thought as his eyes turned to hearts. He stopped to admire his black-painted fingernails. He now noticed that Star had written on his hand. ‘003. 15 min. <3’ He suddenly knew what his next move was.

- Eddie descended the stone stairs into the basement of the school. It looked a lot less spooky during the day than I had when he’d shown Star around after Hellfire and the school was empty. A small window near the top of the wall was the only source of natural light in the cement-blocked room with its metal shelves. It was a catch-all for overflow, old chairs, desks, and some janitorial supplies. It mostly housed the school's heater. It was warm in the room, the metal container serving as a fireplace of sorts. He walked through the dim light past a corner and into a small recess where a door stood. He grinned, knowing what was waiting for him on the other side. He took a deep breath and stretched a bit, shaking his legs out and cracking his knuckles. He sauntered up to the door and knocked. Star opened it with a smile.

“Fancy meeting you here,” Eddie smirked.

“What’s the password?” Eddie scoffed and rolled his head, amused.

“Bad girl.” He rumbled, making her let out a girlish giggle.

“Accepted.” She stepped back into the small space. It had a large wheel on the far wall, a breaker box on the other, and not much else. The empty wall was the one Star was currently leaning against. Light came in the form of a very dirty above-head bulb light. It was dim and dusty but it afforded a relatively safe place to do some things that might get them expelled.

Eddie latched the door and slid tight to her. A forearm leaning on the wall above her, he looked down with an air of superiority.

“You wanna explain yourself?” He smirked.

“About inviting you here or earlier?" she asked innocently.

“Earlier.”

“I knew it had a good chance of working. I didn’t want you to get in a fight. Plus I got to kiss you and grind a little bit. I consider that a win.” She shrugged with a small sound to accompany it. With her hands behind her back and her hips pushed forward she gave him a wickedly inviting smile.

“Risky move paid off. Maybe you should bring that energy to D and D.” His voice was just above a whisper and deepened on purpose. It was warm and sweet and melty, like caramel as he let the words exit his mouth patiently. “I have to say, I was caught very off guard.”

“Element of surprise.” She let her eyes go wide with the word for a moment.

“I was surprised. Am surprised. I didn’t think you’d want anyone to think we were together since we’d been sneaking around.”

“I figured it was best to be quiet about us sleeping together to keep everyone out of our business. I didn’t think you’d want to deal with people giving us shit about it.”

“True. But a lot of people saw that. Now they’re going to think we’re together.”

Stars brow flinched in question. “So?” Her face told him she hadn’t worried in the slightest about that consequence.

“You don’t care if people think we’re together?”

“Psh, no.” She said obviously, less flirty and blunter. “Why? Do you?” She saw her face become concerned.

“No way. You kidding me? I’m flattered��. He put his free hand to his chest and looked down his nose at her. “But I thought you did.”

“Why would I care?” She sounded shocked.

“Since you didn’t want to date me I thought one of the reasons behind it might be that you wouldn’t want to be seen with me. Like that. That you’d be… ashamed of it, me.” his mouth was held tight, and a quiet honest voice showed her he was holding back.

“Oh Eddie, honey.” She cooed and took her hands to his face. “No! Never.” She said with her chest. “I’d be proud as hell. Are you serious? You’re amazing. I’d be parading you around like a thanksgiving float.” She laughed and he quickly fell behind. She let her hands back down after she gave him a more chaste affectionate kiss. “The reason why I told you I didn’t wanna date is the same as it was then. I couldn’t give you the real reason back when you first asked because I didn’t know you that well. I also didn’t want you to run and think I was a basket case if I was honest with you.” She confessed with a wrinkled nose. “I’m not where I should be to have a relationship. A real one. I mean a healthy one. I’m…” she chuckled but it came from pain. Laugh not to cry. “ all fucked up. I wouldn’t wish me on anyone. I’m not what you’d call relationship material. Or a more common phrase would be damaged goods. I’m all messed up in here.” She said with pursed lips and she tapped her head. “That’s the only reason.” Her hand showed open and palm up for him.

It hurt Eddie to hear this was genuinely what she thought of herself. But it sadly wasn't all that surprising with what he'd learned about her past. The relief he felt was just as damning, making him feel even closer to her despite her insistence they couldn't be together. Not in the way he wanted. The warmth of knowing she wasn't ashamed, that he wasn't a dirty little secret, something he had been in the past, forced a big sigh out of him. The comfort and validation of her words made his optimism that she'd change her mind stay alive.

“Is that your shrink talking?” He asked to lighten the mood.

“A little yeah. It’s mostly me.” Eddie knew it had to be entirely her ex. Girls like her don’t think things like that about themselves unless someone lowers them enough to where they start to believe it. “So don’t ever think it’s you, hun.” She added sincerely and he couldn’t help but smile at the reassurance. “It’s me that’s the problem. You’re great.” She said with a softer smile. He reached up to rub her cheek with his thumb.

“It's good to hear I’m not an embarrassment.” He admitted and kissed her. “For what it’s worth I don’t think you’re a problem. You’re great too you know.” He knew not to push it. It wasn’t his place. But he had an odd satisfaction in knowing she thought so highly of him in that way.

“I invited you down here to be horny and you’re being sweet again.” She leaned up to kiss him as he hovered over her. She made him laugh. She admired his face half covered in shadow like a Rembrandt painting. He was great. He was gorgeous.

“Did that little bit of show get you going?” He inquired with a whisper.

“I’ve got proof if you want.” A devilish smile crossed her lips as Eddie’s eyes went half-lidded at the suggestion.

“Show me.” He said with a faint demand to his tone. She unexpectedly took something out of her sweater pocket. She held up a pair of satin panties.

“I took them off before you showed up.” She smirked. She unfolded them from the little square she’d shaped them in and showed him the wet stained gusset. The satin was darker in the center, a slick puddle she tapped her finger to in the middle of it. The viscous liquid pulled away in a string from the fabric. “There’s your proof.” Her eyes were as dilated as his in the dark. The air felt heavier the longer they were close, feeling the ghost of the breath of the other across their skin. “I wanted to give you these. Not only because they’re extra well loved from me getting turned on from of you, but because once I had the thought of you wrapping that silky soft satin around your hard cock I got turned on again.” She said it as if it were a silly little inconvenience and it made Eddie groan.

“You are a little pervert?” He patronized.

“I am.” She nodded as wiggled her hips. The evidence faced out on her palm, he slid his hand on top of hers to place it in his without disturbing the proof. He locked eyes with Star and stuck out his tongue. With no shame or hesitation, he took the satin to his mouth and lapped up the remnants with a drawn-out drag of his tongue. Star's mouth fell open ever so slightly at the sight. He saw her chest start to rise and fall deeply. She couldn’t take her eyes off his mouth for a long moment as he licked his lips to drive his point home. He put the panties into his inner jacket pocket for safekeeping. “Fuck.” She finally exhaled as Eddie sucked his fingertips after tucking away the panties like he wanted to savor them. Star snapped, and with a sound of desperation she grabbed his shirt and he let her pull him down into a heated kiss. It was hands all over trying to find skin in the layers of clothes they wore. From hair to ass they groped and kneaded. They ran their tongues together outside of each other’s mouths in a twisted embrace. He pulled away and she had her mouth open, tongue out panting for him.

“You look more like the puppy right now, Star.” He pinched her chin and smirked.

“I feel like it. I’m so fucking horny.” She confessed and whimpered, hands grasping for his waist to pull him back. “You wanna… you want me to be a puppy? We could… I can be.”

“You wanna be a good girl for me?”

“Fuck yes I do.” She nodded.

“Tell me.”

“I wanna be a good girl. Lemme be your good girl.” She shifted uneasily from the ache she felt. Eddie shut his eyes at her words and hummed contently in his throat.

“Are you gonna do what I say?” He ran his thumb across her bottom lip.

“Yes.” She kissed his thumb as it followed the route of her lips.

“Open.” His voice was hushed, they might have been fairly safe in the closet but that didn’t mean he wanted to chance it. Her mouth opened with a squish, this hole as wet and pink and needy as her other one. “Tongue.” He asked. She stuck hers out to her lip, her eyes curious and gazing up at him. “I asked for your tongue. Don’t half-ass what I demand.” a stern tone that never got louder. She extended her tongue out as far as she could, a small ah escaping at the tension. Eddie placed his thumb on the pink pillow and took in the sight of her. She was hot and wet in all interpretations and the soft almost frictionless surface twitched under his finger. He made sure his thumb was covered in her spit. He swiped it across her lips with more force to bend the plush skin to his whim. With his ringed hand, he took her by the chin with strong fingers. He leaned in, hovering his face over hers. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears, the wet sound her mouth made as it waited for his instructions. The hum of the heater outside the door filled the silence. Eddie lowered his mouth close to hers, she watched him suck his cheeks together, lips pursing before she saw the first bubbles of spit breach his lips. Astonished at the action she watched it stretch and land on her tongue. She felt her cheeks flush with blood, and her lashes batted, giving away her enjoyment. Again he rubbed his thumb over her tongue. He then pushed it farther into her mouth. She glimpsed up to him for guidance and the acceptance in her eyes was intoxicating for Eddie. She closed her mouth and sucked his thumb once, then a tension-filled pause that made him smile condescendingly at her. “Go on. You knew what I wanted without even asking. You really are a good girl.” His nose almost brushed against hers as he tilted in to tease her. She immediately resumed gifting her oral fixation. Her eyes closed and she exhaled noisily as he watched her warm mouth accept him as he slid his thumb in and out of her puckered lips. The tinted chapstick she’d put on in anticipation of him joining her was only a memory now, but her lips were silky soft to the touch. He pulled out his thumb, watching her eyes fluttering open and questioning why. She watched him then suck that same thumb into his mouth in one smooth motion. “Now swallow.” He nodded at her, making him appear taller with the combination of the movement and the energy he exuded. “I know you know how to do that.” He sneered, his hand moving down to palm himself in his jeans. She looked down as if she could even remember how to be shy around him. She did as she was told and smacked her lips, opening her mouth again as if to show him proof. “I must say, your eagerness to serve is positively delectable, sweetheart.” She was immediately pulled into the same spot she had been the first night she watched him DM. The power made sense now. The calculated, assertive gestures, showmanship, and projection all made her feel that dizzying flip in her stomach. She let an indulgent sigh leave her body without an attempt to hide it. The words he used and how he took his time saying them was a reminder that if he wanted he could give away how smart he was. His time as DM highlighted this side of him to her before she got to see it up close in action in its full glory. She thought, what an opportune time to address him formally since he was acting in such a way.

“I’m happy it pleases you.” She said with a pleasant smile he had trouble looking away from. She played into his energy so well. She always understood what he was going for. “Master.” His eyes flit your to hers in milliseconds after it left her mouth. The eyes gave her away every time.

“Oh, you want to play?” He grinned and challenged her back.

“I thought it was better suited than sir.” She didn’t hide the satisfied grin on her face from knowing it affected him. “Since you are my master.” She paused. “In D and D.”

“You know what I hear when you say that? That you would rather I own you than have me be simply an authority figure.” Star's eyes widened as she felt his hands move to her hips. “That says a lot about you little Star.” He tsks. “Don’t try to be cute.” He said with a bite, his face hardly a breath away. He moved her body without too much effort, switching their places. “You aren’t going to outsmart me, Little lady. So don’t try.” He’d found a button to push as he finally saw that spark in her eyes again. A shadow of a gasp, a pearl clutch, a raspy ‘how dare you’.

She opened her mouth, surely loaded with a witty retort. But she caught herself and shut it, calming her face.

“Whatever you say, Master.” She corrected. He hide the thrill of excitement that ran through him when he realized she wanted to play as badly as he did. A willing sparring partner, finally.

“I wish I could call you a good girl Star I really do but I just don’t believe you.” He smiled genuinely, dimples she adored and all. “Since you’re still wanting to misbehave I’m going to have to punish you.”

“I’m not-“ she began with a pout.

“Ah, ah! He slapped his hand over her mouth, pulling her against him. “You don’t disagree with me. I know what’s best for you better than you do. You got it?”

“Yes, Master.” She said behind his palm, her surprised eyes were much more compliant.

“Better.” He removed his hand from her mouth, as he focused on his stance. He slouched against the wall just slightly, jutting his one leg out that he’d pulled her onto. “I’ll give you what you want. Because by the time you cum you’re gonna be a good girl. But I’m going to make you work for it. I still see too much bad girl.” She nodded, hiding her disappointment only a touch as she lowered her eyes. “I like it better when you look at me.” He lifted her chin and she did as she was told.

“What do I have to do?”

“Since you were so sweet as to gift me your panties that means you aren’t wearing any. You’ve only got your leggings on. And I know those have a tantalizing little seam that’s probably already being eaten up by that pretty fluffy girl of yours.” He ran the back of his hand across the area in question. “And these leggings are thin aren’t they?" he cooed condescendingly. "Yeah, they are. So I know that you could feel almost anything brushing up against your sensitive lips.” He pushed his thigh up against her and she looked down to understand what he was doing. “Pull your skirt up for me, around your waist like that, yeah. Let me see that body of yours. Good.” He ran his hands up her thighs and to her hips to grab roughy. “You’re going to cum by rubbing yourself against my leg. You need to learn some servitude. Some respect. So making you rut against me like some needy puppy is going to remind you of how you are just that. With your big eyes and your pouting. Asking me down here because barely touching me made you wet.” He scoffed. “If you’re going to act pathetic I’m treating you that way until I believe you’re a good girl.”

“Yes, master.” She nodded, with reluctant acceptance. She hissed as his hand ran against her lips unexpectedly. He was right, her thick lips had nestled that seam right over her clit. He ran a finger up and down the fabric seam and saw her flinch.

“I know it feels good. You don’t have to hide it. Good girls show me how good it feels when I touch them.” She let her eyes flutter shut. Taking a deep breath, she swallowed audibly as his finger kept rubbing its track up and down her clit over her leggings.

“You’re right. It feels good.” She quietly spoke to fill the tension. He somehow felt like he towered over her despite having lowered himself slightly.

“Do you want to know one of my favorite things about your pussy, sweetheart?” She looked up with curious eyes and nodded.

“Yes please.” She said in a natural tone, she wasn’t pretending to be anything she wasn’t in the moment. She genuinely wanted to know.

“It’s the fact that I know at any time your clit is right here. He pat her with his fingers. “I know she’s out and begging for attention all the time.” He flicked the fleshy column under the spandex and she winced. “Your body was made to feel good wasn’t it honey? You can’t help that you're so needy, desperate for it all the time. It’s just how you're made.” He pinched the space between her upper lips and it sent her into a shiver. “Your pussy was made to be ground against me until you cum. With that sweet little button out like that.” He pat her again, harder and she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and closed her eyes. She was adjusting the mix of flattery and degradation. He didn’t speak too harshly, but Star was new to this so he took baby steps. He rubbed four fingers in a circle, letting her build. He wanted her sensitive and needy so she’d give in to the pleasure once he had her follow his orders. He was trying to set her up for success, after all. He wanted her to enjoy this so much that she begged for it again. Purposely his other hand moved under her sweater and over the thin fabric of her small tank top. Her nipples were already hard when he brushed across them. He knew what he was doing was working.

Star's exhales were lusty and lush, her cheeks getting pinker, her chest rising and falling faster. She was leaning into his touch. She arched her back for him to pinch and roll her nipples, something that had always very quickly turned her on. He could feel her hips starting to follow the rhythm he’d set. She was so focused, eyes and mouth closed and face serene. Then he saw the wrinkles start to form. He knew she was getting closer. When she opened her eyes and mouth to take in a gasp, eyes fluttering around in their sockets before rolling to look up at him he knew she was ready. He withdrew his hands from her and she mewled, her knees bouncing as she bit her lip searching for where his hands could be going. When they went to his sides and stayed there he swore he could almost feel her stomp her foot in protest.

“You are so goddamn cute when you’re desperate.” She opened her mouth to protest but realized it was a compliment. With a feminine light huff, she thanked him.

“I’m glad you're enjoying it at least.” She pouted.

“You’re enjoying it plenty. You’ve soaked through your leggings. You can’t lie.”

“I don’t like it when you stop.”

“It’s time to do it yourself. I helped you get all wet and needy. Now show me how much you really want it.”

“I like it better when you do it.”

“Too bad. Think of this next time you want to be bad. Show me you’re a good girl. Fuck yourself against my leg, kitten.” Stars ears perked up at the pet name. “If I’m your puppy you can’t very well be a puppy too now, can you? You can be my little kitty.” She blushed fresh across her cheeks, lashed fluttering with a non-verbal Stutter. “She likes that doesn’t she?” He smirked and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear to show the red ear tips to himself. He could tell she’d washed her hair just this morning and hadn’t done anything to it with the unique softness it had. What a gift to know someone so intimately he could tell when she washed her hair by touch. He continued the affectionate caress to her cheek and chin.

“I… think I do.” She mulled it over. It made sense at the moment.

“I know you do.” He moved so fast she was startled when he smacked her cheek. It was light but fast and sharp and jolted her awake. “Now stop stalling.” It worked, she looked down and started configuring her best approach. He let his arms fall to his sides again to make her do it herself. At first, the darling concentrated face made an appearance as he smiled dimple deep watching her. Small sounds of frustration left her scrunched face. They were different from her sounds of pleasure but only ever so slightly. To anyone else, they might sound the same. But Eddie knew.

She settled as close to him as she could, her thigh against his cock. She didn’t do it on purpose but she wished she had, knowing her every movement would now also be rubbing against him and not just her. She put her hand on his chest to steady herself. She found when she applied pressure and drug herself across him it felt the best. If she tilted her hips just right a smaller jumping motion would also do the trick. She started with the slower drag, trying to keep some of her dignity intact. He was right, it did feel good.

Star was no stranger to experimenting with herself. She was a pro at humping her pillows, she’d tested out the occasional chair arm or table corner. A stuffed animal or two might’ve seen some things they shouldn’t have. Once she’d gotten her vibrator she didn’t much find a need to do that anymore. She could tell Eddie was intrigued by how she approached the situation, her hips found a nostalgic sway and she let herself enjoy it. Eddie watched her like a hawk. The moment he felt her press down a little too hard, her hips quickening and the heavy breathing now routine he snapped her from her focus.

“Look at me while you do it.” her eyes opened to see her hand clutching his flannel. Her bright eyes swung up, her head still lowered and hesitant. She tried to keep up her pace that was set at about the same speed as her heart rate and still meet his eyes. She found it hard to. At first a quick glance away. Then one where her face shifted away and she tried again. It was a new feeling of embarrassment but without the hurt and anger that usually accompanied it. She felt a rush in her stomach that spread out warm and tingling into her extremities. She liked it. “You're having an awfully hard time. Are you embarrassed?” The condescension in his voice was thick and heavy. She nodded and bit her lip. A whine she hadn’t meant to let out escaped. “Lucky for you, good girls don’t have to think. They just do what they’re told and let it feel good.” He let her try again, and she did last longer but the build of pleasure waving over her made her glance away. Faster than she’d ever give him credit for her took her by the chin, thumb, and index forcing her to look at him. “I like looking in those big beautiful mossy eyes of yours. Don’t make me ask again.”

“M’Sorry.” She heavily exhaled. He was so good at making his usual soft-cheeked face look so stern. She was jealous of how he turned it on and off. She envied him.

“You’re getting so close to me believing you’re a good girl. Keep going.” His voice wasn’t sweet like it had been lately, quieter and deeper which made you flinch at the tone because it reminded you of being a kid and getting in trouble. Which is how she felt at the moment with her soaked center rubbing against the black denim.

She refused to look away this time. He held her chin in place and she focused. He didn’t scold her when her eyes left him to roll back. That was acceptable. They became sleepier by the stroke. She was breathing loudly, her body moving in a new way it was still figuring out as she tried different angles with her legs when she’d inevitably get tired.

“W-would you hold my leg up for me?” Her voice was sweet again, asking permission. Eddie hummed with gratitude for it.

“Will it make it feel better?” He saw by the way her eyes narrowed for a moment she wasn’t sure how to answer. Considering if it was a trap.

“It would.” She answered honestly. Which was the right move.

“I’ll help you, sweetheart.” He patronized her as he held her leg up at the thigh, letting her get purchase on him.

“T-thank you.” She moaned, finally satisfied with the friction. She held his shoulder, now trained to look into his eyes without him holding her in place.

“You’re very welcome, kitten.” He leaned in to kiss her, she expected his lips to be sticky with the sweet molasses tone that he directed at her.

She was getting somewhere now. She worked her hips until a sheen of sweat formed on her face. The audible exhales and hums were curt and snappy as she grew frustrated.

“Would you touch me?” She asked with doe eyes he had a very hard time denying.

“No, I’m not helping you anymore.” She pouted as his head bobbed with her body movement.

“Can I touch you?” A bit more desperate and breathy made his cock twitch. He chuckled something arrogant and she whined.

“You already are.” He stated coldly. A warning to not ask again.

Her desperation grew. Feeling every thread against her sensitive center she still needed more. She clenched her teeth and shut her eyes.

“What did I say about-“

“I have to focus or I'm not going to cum.” She bit out, only in need and not in insubordinate. “Please?” She looked back at him. “It feels really good but I don’t think it’s enough.”

“Then you’re not desperate enough. Be honest with yourself. I’ll let you look away if you’ll give in and make yourself cum.” He brushed her hair off her face tenderly that didn’t match his tone.

“Can I touch myself?”

“That’s better. Yes, you can.”

She didn’t wait, taking her sweater and yanking up the bottom hem to put it behind her head leaving her front exposed. Eddie could see the shape of her moving and bouncing. It was enough t make his nostrils flare but then she tore down her tank top neck and exposed her chest. A rushed job, letting the weight of them hold it down. She went straight for her hard nipple and he dedicated the way she touched herself to memory. She purposely angled the other breast to graze against his soft fabric layers as she rutted against his leg. She cursed when she felt her nipples finally be nurtured instead of neglected. She swore and closed her eyes, getting lost as instructed. For a while it was enough, a delicious coil tightening built inside her. But sooner than later it plateaued again.

“Can I please touch you, master?” He groaned when she said it as it caught him off guard and he heard that she meant it.

“You can.” She gasped and reached out to wrap around his neck and shoulders. She buried her face in his neck and moaned. The smell of him and the feel of his hair on her face helped more than she wanted to admit. She clutched at him, bouncing against his torso now with her hips still swaying. With every breath she moaned into his ear, feeling her move against him as if he were fucking her. She sounded so similarly too.

“Thank you.” She whispered, her lips finding his skin. “This is so much better.” She whimpered. “I’m getting close now.” A soft confession into his ear. “Letting me use your body like this is… you were right it’s so good.” She kissed the shell of his ear. “I still want you so bad, you don’t know how bad but this is good. This is good.” The kisses on his neck because harsher, sloppier.

“I know how bad.” His eyes were shut but she couldn’t see. Something visceral happened inside Eddie when she said she wanted him. Be adjusted her leg on his arm to let his hand slide back and grab her ass. He groaned feeling it wobble under his hand.

“Yes, that’s good please.” She started panting against his shoulder.

He gave in and let his hands move to her body. A quick twist of her nipple makes her yelp. Then his hands move to help her hips push against him. Soon they were both gyrating the same and the illusion they were fucking became more believable to their bodies.

“Can I kiss you? Please?” She took his hesitation for a no. He was simply savoring the words. “I need to kiss you to cum. Please? I love it, you’re such a good kisser. I need it.” It came tumbling out and he has where he wanted her.

“So nice to me. Such a good girl,” he growled with a snarl showing teeth at appeared sharper for a moment. He took her mouth for his own. It was gritty and indulgent, full of tongue and teeth. Lips were pulled and sucked. Tongues lashed and lapped. They were both lamenting into each other’s mouths. Her grinding against his cock made him buck back giving her a boost and helping her over the edge.

He felt her hips loosen, moving more wildly than they had before. The desperation he craved from her was there, helpless sounds pushed into his mouth as she struggled to breathe and still kiss him with the exertion.

“I think I’m getting close.” She nodded her nose pressed to his. “Can I cum? Is that…. Is that allowed?”

“There's my good girl.” He moved to kiss her throat and she moaned and opened it to him like a damsel to a vampire on one of her romance novel covers. He held her taught to him, gentle kisses as he spoke down the curve to her shoulder. “I told you you’d be a good girl for me before you came.”

“You were right.” She nodded breathlessly, a whine as she held him closer. “I don’t want to think. I don’t need to. I’ll listen to you, you think for me.” To her surprise, he shushed her.

“Let it feel good, kitten.” He smiled and she felt it against her skin before he ran his tongue along her tight muscle. “Don’t think. Just feel good.” He commanded with the most gentle tone yet. There was no bite to his voice, only an alluring rasp so close to her ear. He knew she was struggling, suffering now. He didn’t want her to hurt, she’d already learned her lesson. “Focus on that seam thrashing your clit. Did you know denim could be so rough before you ground your pussy against it? I bet it’s excruciating, isn’t it? So rough on such soft parts?” She did as he asked, as a good girl would. Her sounds shifted. His words made her cry out. She closed her eyes and focused on every erogenous zone, the feel of worn flannel grazing her nipples and she rose and fell sent a shudder down her to her clit. Her poor clit was desperate, just like he said. Forged between a seam and his jeans it was raw nerved and angry, throbbing and taunting. The real tease was the aching empty space inside her. Her body was so wide, so hungry for him inside her, and all she could give it was the front of his thigh. “Fuck I’d love to see how red and swollen your pussy is right now. Maybe I should? You cumming before my tongue even circled your click would be such a good ego boost.” His voice was playful and caring. But still quiet and deep, soothing almost as he tried to finish her off by getting her mind where it needed to be to follow her body. “And you know you would. I bet it hurts so bad doesn’t it kitten? That hungry hole of yours screaming to get me inside you?” He’d found the weak spot. He was entirely too correct. He heard the pain in the cry, how her brows pulled tighter on her pained face, mouth open and wet and panting.

“It is.” It was the most pitiful she’d ever sounded and somehow the most alluring. “So bad, I need it so bad.” She forced out through frustrated clenched teeth. “I could take you in all the way right now I'm so empty without you, Eddie.” He gave her a solid spank and she yipped but did not falter. “Master. M’Sorry. Master.” She was starting to let out dry sobs, her frustration coming to a head.

“I’ll take mercy on you, kitten.” He whispered in her ear comfortingly before kissing its shell. “Here.” He slid his hand into the back of her leggings, his fingers tips digging into the dip between her cheeks. It didn’t take long to find the pulsing taboo ring she’d drunkenly told him she enjoyed playing with. She thought he would give her his fingers to fuck down on, she didn’t care if it was out of pity. But when she realized he was being even naughtier, pushing her boundaries she let out a moan as his finger circled her asshole. She was soaked, getting a frictionless surface wasn’t an issue. “I’ll fill one of your holes but it won’t be the one you want most.” He teased.

“Do it.” she gritted out, her hips pushing back into his hand. “Please.”

“Say it.” He brought her face up by the chin to his. “I want to hear it.” The whine and trembling of her thighs made him grin down at her.

“I want you to fill up my asshole with your finger. I just need you inside me. I don’t care where.” It was forced out but came out more confident than she expected. He was impressed, his nod told her so.

“Such a good girl for me. You’ve earned it.” He circled again and applied pressure. It took a few delicious moments before she rolled her eyes back and moaned for his finger to slip inside her. When it did she was desperately moving back to get more, to feel any part of him sliding in and out of her.

“Oh fuck.” She sounded faint, letting him hold the weight of her head. “Fuck that’s good.” She admitted, deeper moans growing as she rolled her eyes forward to meet his.

“You’re so dirty, Star. I fucking love it.” He whispered honestly, his forehead to hers. “A good girl who takes it up the ass? How’d I get so lucky?” A smile flashes across her flushed lips. He kissed them before it faded away. She drank him in, sounding like she was eating him as she kissed him back. She felt as if she could have before that spring snapped. She wanted him to somehow fill every hole she had. She wanted to be spread out like a meal for him and then eaten alive. The flashing thought of three Eddies, one for every hole. Each was as foul-mouthed and big dicked as the original, taking her breath away in every way possible and being used. His finger pushed farther, and the combination took her where she’d been fighting to go.

“I’m gonna cum.” She announced as soon as she felt the hot honey feeling start to grow.

“I know you are, kitten.” He patronized her lively announcement.

Fuck.” She pouted and whined, her mouth falling open in disbelief.

“Good girl.” He shushed and kissed her forehead. She didn’t know how to compute the conflicting sweet and spicy attention.

“I’m gonna cum.” She repeated, already losing her grasp on what was coming out of her mouth. She gasped it again, sounding like she was begging for it to be true. She was gone before she knew it, eyes turned to their whites, his hips commandeered her body to move how we the hell they wanted to and not how she was still trying to move them. Eddie pushed his finger as deep as he could inside her and was thanked with a slew of swears in a high-pitched cry. She grew louder, still sounding frustrated as her body released. He kissed her to quiet her. Once he felt her stop squeezing so hard, when she was breathing heavily and no longer crying, muscles calming to a flutter he slid out of her to hold her up, her thighs suddenly shaking.

“There she is.” He shushed her, wiping his hand off on his free legs thigh before helping hold her up. “There’s my good girl.” He pushed back her hair as she fluttered her eyes back open.

“That was..” she let out a sigh “intense.”

“Good? I wasn’t too mean was I?” He asked as he whipped away a bead of sweat on her forehead. She gave him a lazy smile.

“No, it was… fun?” She giggled. “It was great. Different. But you made it not feel weird.”

He cupped her cheek and kissed her softly. She happily hummed into it. She was enjoying the petting and tenderness until she shifted and felt him hard.

“Oh shit.” She said with a pout, her hand moving down to cup him in his jeans. “What about you? I’m a terrible sub I forgot about you.” She poured and kissed his cheek.

“You don’t have to worry about me.” He said quietly.

“We’ve had this discussion before.” She nipped at his bottom lip and he squeezed her tight.

“I’d rather hold off and have you all to myself where I don’t have to be worried about anyone hearing.”

“You do get loud when I’m giving you all my attention.” She cooed and smoothed his hair. “Not much longer left in the day anyway. You wanna go find the guys? Dick around until the bell and you can whisk me off in your chariot and we can mess up your sheets you just washed?”

“Didn’t that wear you out? Are you still horny?” He chuckled and let her fuss on his hair and clothes, straightening him back out and making him look presentable.

“That’ll be like 2 hours from now. Plenty of reload time.” She grinned. “It’s not my fault your hot and I wanna fuck you.”

“I do love what bad taste you have in men.” He grinned and she sputtered and laughed, putting her head to his chest to quiet it. “Let’s go find the others and then I’ll take this horny kitten back to my place and give her some balls to bap around with her wittle paws.” He baby-talked and brought her hands up to kiss them, smacking his cheeks as she laughed.

“Get my paws all over your big scratching post.” She wiggled her eyeballs.

“Ow.” He winced and bent over slightly. “Bad euphemism choice.”

“How about… you make me purr and then I'll lap you up like milk.”

“MUCH better.” He hummed and reached down to grab two handfuls of her ass. “But let’s leave before I change my mind because you’ll get me going again.” He smacked he ass and bowed to show her to the door.

He watched her wiggle and squirm and pull the leggings out from practically inside her. She shook her head and smiled as she saw him watching.

“Don’t worry. Even picking your wedgies you’re still cute.” She shoved him and he saw her blush.

“Shut up.” She muttered and tucked her hair behind her ears. A tell that she was flattered. It was true though. He thought calling her beautiful might’ve been a bit heavy-handed even if he thought it was closer to the truth.

Eddie found himself bored, his usual methods of passing time not hitting like they usually did. He wasn’t in the middle of any hyper fixation, his fingers hurt from playing guitar, and for an hour of brainstorming new campaign ideas all he’d had was a page full of doodles. Well, that and a half-hard cock for the fantasy about Star he’d slipped in and out of. He tossed his pen into the depths of his room, spinning in his squeaky desk chair and sighing dramatically.

“Fine.” He groaned at his splotched ceiling. “We’ll go see her.”

He hadn’t wanted to bother her at work when it was potentially busy. He didn’t want to take up her time or energy from other people that could pay her more and leave a tip. But he missed her. So he went.

It was dark and cold, but Eddie didn’t mind it in the least. A mist of fresh rain covered everything, pleasant whooshing sounds as cars passed by and sprayed puddles, and the wet slap of hit sneakers as he stepped out of his van. The big open window gave him a clear shot into the inside of the diner. He parked at the side,seeing both sides of the building. It was busy, so he hesitated. Standing by his van and wondering if he should bother. He watched long enough to notice Steve was in a booth and to Eddie’s surprise he was with a girl that wasn’t Robin. It was definitely a date, he could tell from the body language and the way Steve ran his hand through his hair. It was a nervous tick and it’d quickly made him more human to Eddie. Star came over, looking adorable in the uniform as he always found it. He watched her closely, tapping her pen to her pad and giving her customer service face to the couple. She stayed and chatted longer than usual, which was no surprise. But she seemed very warm to the girl, and it eased a concern Eddie had that he liked to ignore. Steve was the only other guy that she’d been with around here. That he knew about anyway. And yeah, he found the combination of him and Steve being who she’d gone for to be very confusing. But because of this, he’d also been concerned she liked Steve. Yeah, he knows she said she didn’t and they weren’t compatible but a guy like Eddie can’t take someone for their word on something that might negatively affect him. It was built into his existence at this point. So seeing that she wasn’t flirting with him in front of the girl or being rude to her made him realize she was being honest, and the validation felt good.

She left them and quickly returned with drinks, soon after disappearing into the back. He stood and waited in suspense. He heard the back door to the building open. He then saw her walking to the street lamp to stand under it and light a cigarette. She fanned herself, hip popped out and shaking her loose fringe out of her face. Looking up to the sky with her eyes closed she exhaled long and loud. He was hidden in the dark and around his van, he was creepily watching her, he admitted to himself but the stolen insight into her life outside of him was something he was terribly curious about. She did look tired, and a bit annoyed with the way her nose twitched. He told himself he wouldn’t bother her. He wished her coworker would do the same.

The door sounded again, Eddie couldn’t see a clear shot straight down the back but he heard the boots and a male's voice. The look on Star's face is what gave it away for him. Her lax and tired face tensed, lips pursing and hiding her expression with her hand and cigarette. She rolled her eyes when she looked away. He appeared with a cigarette in his hand. He couldn’t make out the words but Eddie would bet his guitar he was making a move. He knew what guys looked like when they did. He didn’t like this guy. He had one of those gut feelings Star talked about. At first, Eddie thought he was jealous. He got to work with Star, he was older, admittedly good-looking in that rough way Star seemed to like. He also had a pretty nice car. It was hard not to feel a little intimidated. In his head, he was what her ex-boyfriend was like. Older and had that rambler sort of vibe. A bad boy but no leather jacket because he was an actual bad person and not some aesthetically pleasing traumatized guy who happened to be attractive. Eddie had known plenty of both types of men, but what he didn’t know is Star had too. She knew this guy was a walking red flag the moment she saw him. She could thank her ex for that, at least.

He watched Star nod, her smoke being blown in his direction subtly and it made Eddie grin. He could tell she said thanks because she wore that fake smile he had seen a hundred times. The guy moved closer. She stood her ground. Eddie was proud but concerned. He tucked a piece of Star's hair behind her ear and Eddie growled, gripping the corner of the van, not concerned with scratching the paint. Star pushed his hand away, not even closing her fingers around his wrist to do so. The answer was no, to whatever the guy asked. He tried again and she crossed her arms, a clear sign she didn’t want him near. He persisted and Eddie was hot-faced despite the cold. He didn’t want to rush in and freak her out. He also didn’t want to explain why he was interrupting, he had no right to. The idea of making her mad made his chest ache. He told himself if she was in danger he’d intervene but only then. He worried as her voice rose, still only sounds, the occasional word he could make out but she was being clear. She was counting on her fingers, reasons for her retort. He was motioning toward the parking lot for some reason, then to the building. She took an angry drag and then threw the unfinished cigarette to the ground, stomping it out with an angry foot in her white comfortable shoes. With a hand to her chest, she shook her head, the guy trying all the while to touch her and get closer. She evaded every attempt and left to go back inside with a point of her finger.

He felt a rush of relief. The guy was mad, scuffing his feet and shouting swears after mumbling in rounds. He stood hunched with his arms crossed and his face drawn. Eddie was grinning from ear to ear. It was a welcome second wave of validation tonight. First, that she didn’t want to date Steve. Second, she didn’t want to be with this guy either. Maybe he could believe her when she said she wasn’t going to date anyone. It was hard for him to understand why she didn’t think she should, but he respected her stance. Being a character as some people might refer to her, and being as pretty as she was, in Eddie’s opinion, made him acutely aware that this guy was not and would not be the only one that wanted her. He felt smug, knowing he was the one she trusted, cared about, slept with, and was vulnerable with. She might’ve spent alone time with Steve but it couldn’t be to the extent she had been with Eddie. She simply didn’t have the time to be with him that much. Besides, if she was he knew Steve would be just as hopeless as he was about her. Eddie didn't see how he couldn’t be if that were the case. But Steve was dating other people, and not dating Robin. So that couldn’t be it. Star wasn’t lying to him. He wasn’t some dirty little secret for her. She really wasn’t with him because of her psycho babble outlook on herself, not because of him. And Steve wasn’t a threat to Eddie’s hopes of making Star his one day. He didn’t go into the diner that night. He felt like he’d gotten more than he came for already.

PART 16

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lilacmeadows · 4 years ago

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The Next Step

Alright guys! This is my first one shot and it’s just pure smut with a little plot. Reader taking Steve’s Innocence because something about Steve being a virgin turns me tf ON! (lol the gif- what i would do to be spraying his chest with water for that scene omfg)

STEVE X READER

WARNINGS: Explicit language,Switch!Steve, slight dom!reader, SMUT, Oral (m receiving), Steve looses his virginity, Premature Ejaculation (but he’s a super soldier so he can do this all day), DIRTY TALK, Slight daddy kink, multiple orgasms (m receiving), the team hears them and makes fun of them a little. Just taking care of Stevie in the best way.

WORD COUNT: 3.4k

You and Steve were dating for 3 months now. You had a thing for him for a while, and you could tell he liked you too. It started when you first arrived at the compound. He would be sitting in the kitchen with the guys for breakfast, and as soon as he saw you in your spandex shorts and baggy t-shirt that didn’t cover your ass, he wanted you. Sam would make jokes about how he can’t even finish a conversation if you walk into the room.

And when you wore just a sports bra and leggings to train, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. You would be on the treadmill, or lifting weights, meanwhile Bucky would be absolutely kicking Steve’s ass because he’s not remotely paying attention to their sparing match. How could he when your ass was all round, and he could see the sweat roll down your back?

Finally on a mission, you and him were on the same side of the building, and you stabbed a Hydra loser before he was able to shoot Steve in the back while he was busy fighting another asshole. You totally saved his ass. And that night when you were all back at the compound, he asked you on your first date.

Everything since then had gone really well. He was always such a gentleman. Maybe too much of a gentleman. He would always keep you well fed and entertained, and he adored quiet days where he could just sit in your company with his head in your lap while you stroked his hair. But that was about all the intimacy you got. There were kisses of course. But they never lead to anything considering he’d hardly even use tongue. If Natasha was his first kiss this century, you were definitely his second. His hands would always stay firmly on your neck or shoulders when he kissed you, and he never spent the night in your room or cuddled with you from behind.

It honestly was starting to get to you. After 3 months, it really seems like Steve isn’t attracted to you at all, even though he calls you beautiful all the time. And to make matters worse, the whole team thinks you’re having hot sex all the time, and you can’t deny it because your boyfriend asked if the two of you could keep what you do and don’t do private.

So there you were, sexually frustrated. As per freakin’ usual. And absolutely tired of it. You decided you’re going to sleep with your sexy goddamn boyfriend or at least make some type of progress, or this wasn’t gonna work.

You texted Steve 10 minutes ago to come to your room to watch a movie, and he took his sweet time before he finally walked in- sweatpants hung low on his hips and sinful white v neck that was at least 2 sizes too small.

It’s like he does this shit on purpose.

He joined you on your bed and gave you just a side hug as a greeting and that’s what made you snap. As badly as you wanted to start the movie and slowly ease your way closer to him, until you could rub up against him and finally get some passion going, that plan was out of the window.

“Steve. Are you attracted to me?” He raised both of his eyebrows in shock at the question.

“Of course I’m attracted to you, Y/n. You’re the most beautiful girl I know.” He said with a reassuring smile that, although genuine, wasn’t enough.

“So why won’t you have sex with me?”

“You want to have sex?” He gulped, as if it’s so hard to believe.

“Of course I want to have sex. It doesn’t even have to be sex. But something. We haven’t even made out or anything. I saw you shirtless more before we even got together.” You said, not trying to push him too far, but expressing your desire to be close to him, phsyically.

“Y/n.” He sighed, and leaned away from you with both elbows on his knees. “I’m sorry if I made you feel like I’m not attracted to you. I am so, so, attracted to you, it hurts sometimes. And I want to... do... that... with you, but I just don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Baby, how could you ever disappoint me?” You leaned in closer to touch his shoulder, watching him tense under your touch. It hurt to see him like this- so closed off from you.

“I don’t have any... experience. With these kinds of things. And you make me more than a little nervous” He admitted sheepishly, not meeting your eyes as he continued. “I’ve only had a handful of kisses, and according to Nat, I’m not very good. I don’t want you to sleep with me and think of me as a loser with super soldier serum.” Hearing him think of himself so lowly made your heart ache. You’d do anything to prove him wrong.

“Stevie, I’d never think that of you. Like everything, sex takes practice... and a good teacher. And I’m more than willing to put in the tutoring hours.” You joked, making him chuckle a little bit and relax his shoulder under your hand. “We can take things as slow as you want.” You said, backing up from him to start the movie.

You and Steve had been watching all your favorite movies in your free time to get him caught up. You got to about 15 minutes into Pulp Fiction when John Travolta was talking about eating a girl out, and you could see Steve getting tense out of the corner of your eye.

“I do want to.” He started, letting that sentence fragment hang in the air.

“Want to what, sweetie?” He blushed a little everytime you called him a pet name, which only made you do it more.

“Have sex with you. I just.” He moved to face you, the movie suddenly not important. “Can we go slow? I don’t know what I’m doing, Y/n.”

You nodded you head and sat a little closer to him, almost straddling him from the side.

“Yes baby. We can go as slow as you want. I’m not going anywhere.” You said as you started to nuzzle your face into his neck, finding his pulse and leaving a wet, open mouthed kiss. You heard him let out a deep exhale.

Putting your hand on his other shoulder, you kneeded the muscle a little before bringing your hand down to his pecs. Rubbing his chest with your hand in a sensual, but comforting, way. Your lips never left his neck, trailing small licks up his jaw, until you reached his ear.

“I’m gonna need you to tell me if you want me to stop okay.” He just nodded at you. “No baby, I need you to use your words. We’ll use colors okay? Red for stop, yellow for slow down, green for go? You wanna try that baby?” He tried just nodding again. “Use your words, baby.”

“Ye- Yes. Red for stop, yellow for slow down, and green for go.” He said, looking at you for approval.

“Yes, Stevie. My Captain is so good for me.” You said as you continue rubbing across his chest, leaving a kiss on his cheek, close to his mouth, before you leaned back slightly. You heard him let out a little moan at the use of his title and saw how his breathing was getting slightly labored. “I think we should just talk for a minute, hmm.” He looked at you, confused on why you’re stopping.

You laid him down on your pillow, and laid next to him, with one leg in between his. Half straddling him. You could feel his erection through his sweatpants and saw how his hands were in tight fists.

“I think you should just lay here for a minute, and let me tell you how wet I get for you. Hmm?” He looked up at you with lust blown eyes and moaned when you pulled his bottom lip into your mouth. “I get so turned on, when you first wake up in the morning, and come down to the kitchen. You hair is all messy, and I can tell you’re just a little bit hard. It’s so sexy, baby. And then you tell me good morning, and your voice is so deep and groggy. Mmm, does it for me everytime.” His hand moved up to your waist, eyes going from being squeezed shut, to looking at you longingly, and back to tightly shut.

“Y/n.” He moaned.

“What’s your color, baby?” You leaned closer to his face, urging him to open his eyes and look at you.

“Green.” He said.

“Good, baby. You’re such a good Captain for me, huh?” He groaned a little louder at that, so you decided to test a theory. “Or do you wanna be Daddy?” You said, then licked the shell of his ear.

“Jesus, Y/N.” His hips bucked up from the bed a little. Oh yeah, he liked that one. You decided to save that for another night.

“Color, Stevie?”

“Green, Y/n. Green, please.” He moaned again. Begging you to move faster, which is what you wanted him to do all along. You wanted to get him needy for you, so you could know he really wanted it.

You crawled over his lap, completely straddling him, and moved your hands down to his abs. You grinded down on him once, twice, and then just let your clothed core just sit on him. He moaned loudly then. The friction almost overwhelming for him.

“Can we take this off, Baby?” You said, putting your hands under his shirt hem. He nodded and helped you get it over his shoulders. “You’re so sexy for me Captain. I wanna kiss every inch of this chest.” You leaned down a bit more to give him a peck to the lips. “And I think I’m gonna do just that.”

You learned very quickly that Steve is vocal in bed. Loud moans and groans with every slight movement of your mouth on his collarbones or shift of your hips. You got to his left nipple and put it in your mouth- flicking it with your tongue and sucking gently.

“Oh, God, Y/N.” He bucked his hips into yours a little.

“I love hearing you come undone for me, baby.” You said as you move to his other nipple. You give every inch of his torso attention before you scoot back, in between his legs. You lay a hand over the large bulge in his pants where you can already see a wet patch forming.

“And you know what’s funny, baby?” His eyes are squeezed close, and he’s breathing so hard, you’re not sure he heard you. You apply a little more pressure on his weeping cock. “I said. Do you know what’s funny, baby?” He let out a choked sob at your tight hand rubbing his cock, even through the layers of his sweatpants and briefs.

“Wha-what’s funny, baby?” He got out in a deep whisper.

“You’ve been walking around here, for over 3 months, in these grey sweatpants.” You pushed your hands down to his balls. “And these tight ass T shirts.” Then you rubbed all the way from his clothed ballsack to where the wet patch is constantly growing. “Like a slut. And expect me to not wanna fuck you silly.” He came under your hands. What was once a wet patch has now spread to his entire crotch. His moans loud and breath coming in short gasps. He’d never cum that hard even by himself.

“Aww. Would you look at that. Captain came in his undies for me. I barely had to touch you, baby.” He reached out his hands for you. “How about we take these off, so I can clean you up.”

“Shit, Y/n. You’re so sexy. I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was about to cum, it happened so fast.” He said, thinking this is over.

“Language, baby.” You teased. “I’m just gonna see if I can get you all cleaned up.” You said, pulling his sweatpants down with this briefs and looking at all the creamy cum covering his underwear, cock, and tops of his thighs. He apologized profusely, cock slowly going soft. “Oh, Stevie. Look at the mess you made. Is all this delicious cum for me, sweetie?” He leaned in, on his elbows, to watch you lick up the cum from his cock, and scoop the cum out of his underwear. “You taste so good for me.” His cock was quickly going hard all over again to his surprise, even though you figured that would happen. He’s a super soldier, after all. “Do you want me to suck my Captain’s cock?” You said, and he nodded frantically at you. You put one of his hands in your hair, showing him how to take control of your head. “Like this, okay. You push my head down to make me go faster down your cock. It’s okay, baby. I can take it.” You said before you put the tip in your mouth and sucked it hard. He immediately let out a loud moan at the new feeling.

He did just what you said, pushing your head down, and pulling it back up. Deeper and deeper until his cock was at the back of your throat, and your nose was deep in his pubic hair. You flattened your tongue under his cock and rolled his balls around in your hands until you felt him cum deep in your throat.

“Fuck. Y/n, shit. It’s so good. Your mouth is so good, baby. Fuck.” He cursed and moaned as you let him fuck your mouth a little more. But this time his cock didn’t even soften. He was still hard, which worked great for you, because were getting more and more horny.

“Do you wanna keep going Captain?” You asked, taking off all of your clothes. His hands immediately reached out to feel your breasts in his hands. You moaned at the feeling. So sensitive from all the foreplay and lack of attention.

“Yes, baby, please? Can we?” He said, pulling you into his lap, moaning at the feeling of your wet folds rubbing his cock.

You took this opportunity to really kiss him for the first time that night, and it took your breath away. He bit your bottom lip before shoving is tongue in your mouth and completely dominating the kiss. It was so much different from any kiss you ever had with Steve. His hands touched everywhere on your body he could reach. He gripped your ass cheek tightly and you moaned loudly.

“I need you inside me, Captain.” You moaned as you slid your fingers down to your hole, trying to prepare yourself a little for the large intrusion. He watched you in awe as you touched yourself right on top of his cock and wondered how he was lucky enough to end up with somebody as sexy as you. He pushed his fingers up, alongside yours, to help stretch you open so he could absolutely ruin you. Then all of a sudden he let go of you.

“Wait. Fuck. Red, Y/n. We need to stop.” You got off of him in an instant and sat to the side. No matter how badly you wanted him inside you, you knew this doesn’t work without trust, and he trusted you to stop when he gave the color.

“What’s wrong, baby? Did I move too fast? We can stop.” You said, out of breath. It broke his heart to feel like he was leaving you unsatisfied.

“I don’t have any condoms Y/N. We can’t do this right now. I’m sorry. But I can-“

“I’m on birth control, Steve.” You said, with a small smile on your face.

“Oh. Why? When did you start that?” He asked you. Still sitting on the bed, but not looking at you.

“About 3 months ago, after you asked me out. I wanted to be prepared for anytime you were ready.” And as soon as you finished talking, he was on top of you. Holding both of your hands up above your head, he kissed you as he nudged your legs open with his knees. He rubbed his cock along your dripping folds, bumping into your clit clumsily, making you moan.

“God, Steve please fuck me. I want it so bad. I wanna feel you, baby.” You cried out underneath him, and he entered you with one thrust. A little too quickly, making you hiss at the burn of his size stretching your walls.

“Shit sorry. Fuck. Y/n, you feel so goddamn good. Fuck. God, Fuck. And so- hggnnn- warm, shit. Baby, I’m about to cum-“ He kept chanting in your ear. His thrusts were sloppy and inconsistent, but he was so big, he was hitting every single spot inside of you- making you see stars. You were moaning as loud as he was. Not caring that your room was one of the closest to the common rooms or that the bed was hitting your wall loudly with each knock of his hips again yours. He let go of your hands to pull your thighs further up around his waist.

You felt him cum inside you with a shout that was loud enough to be a scream, and could hear the squelch of it mixing with your fluids in your pussy. He was gasping for air, and grabbing you tightly everywhere his hands could reach. He was moaning constantly and chanting your name like a song, but he never stopped thrusting.

“Baby, I need you to cum for me.” He said as he kept rocking into you, his hips developing more of an even pace after his 3rd orgasm. He shifted his hips slightly, and was at the perfect angle to hit your g-spot.

You put two of his fingers in your mouth and sucked on them, before you brought the hand down and used it to rub your clit. The added stimulation and him hitting your g-spot repeatedly had you clinching around him in no time. The feeling making him hit another peak as well.

“Fuck, Stevie, baby. I’m about to cum. Can you cum again for me, baby? Fill me up?” You said, trying to stretch this feeling as long as you could.

“Yeah, baby. I’m with you, y/n. Fuck.” He shouted again as he came. Your orgasm triggering his, and the feeling of his cum gushing out of you around his cock extending yours. “Goddamn.” He said as he laid down next to you- not pulling out, but just keeping you on top of him. The combined juices spilling out onto his abs, but he loved it. The whole room smelled like sex, and Steve was willing to bet the whole hall heard them.

“So, how was your first time?” You said, nervously looking into his eyes.

“It was absolutely amazing, Y/n. You’re so sexy. I don’t know why I waited that long, getting off in my hand, when I could’ve been having 4 orgasms a night with you.” He said, kissing you deeply.

“If you think you’re up for it, we could probably go for 5.” You said. Starting to sit up on his cock still inside you.

“Baby, I could do this all night.” He said, beginning to thrust up, until a loud knock at your door interrupted you.

“Like hell you can!” You heard Bucky’s voice from outside your door.

“Stop fucking like bunnies and go to sleep!” Sam joined in.

“I don’t know who told you the world was ending, but you don’t have to repopulate the entire earth in there!” Clint chimed in.

“You don’t even live here!” You yelled back at the door, giggling, while Steve looked like he wanted the bed to swallow him whole.

“And you two just made sure I’m never gonna. The whole compound smells like sex!”

“Oops.” You giggled, kissing your Captain deeply.

Tony was gonna have to sound proof your bedrooms.

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krxideprnz-archive · 4 years ago

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I loved the previous request you did for me, it was too good I love your writing 💖💖. If you don't mind me requesting a second time 👉👈, could I request another sub Junpei? This time maybe he and the reader studies at the same school and he ended up getting horny in the middle of the lunch time and since he and the reader are dating, she decided to help him in the bathroom's stall after being able to convince him? Something very soft if possible. He makes me soft hehe 👉👈💖

I’m so glad you liked the first one, and I really hope you enjoy this one too 💕✨ I really appreciate your nice words😭

I hope this didn’t take to long, I got distracted a lot 😔

Junpei brainrot....

Sub! Junpei x Dom! Reader

This includes content not suited for minors

Includes - blowjobs/handjobs/Junpei getting turned on by you eating in public

It was all supposed to be a normal day.

Like always, you walked to school with him, went to your classes and then went to get lunch.

Everything was going as usual, chatting, laughing and eating, until you grabbed the candy from your backpack, unwrapped it and placed it in your mouth.

The way your tongue was swirling around the tip of the lollipop made him blush and look away.

He couldn’t believe where his mind was wondering when he watched you suck on the candy.

You didn’t even realize the effect you had on him and casually chatted with the other people at the table you were sitting at with your boyfriend. You were completely oblivious until now.

Making eye contact with Junpei, you just finished licking the lollipop from base to top, a small string of saliva was connected to your tongue.

“Junpei are you alright? You don’t look to well” you leaned forward, looking at his red face in concern.

“O-oh! Uhh... yeah. I’m okay...” he trailed of when he saw you placing the candy back inside of your mouth, moving it from side to side.

Again, you let go of it with a pop.

“Are you sure?” You slowly started to understand what was bothering him, but you decided to tease him a little longer, just to see if your assumptions were right, of course.

He nodded, shifting awkwardly in his seat.

You continued chatting with your friends, always glancing at your boyfriend, who’s eyes never left your lips and the way you sucked at the candy.

You let out a quiet moan, looking into his eyes intensely while continuing to eat your lollipop.

Harshly biting down on the remains of the lollipop, you snapped him out of his trance.

You decided you teased him enough for today and excused yourself.

“Junpei! I completely forgot to give you your notebook back, come with me before I forget it!”

He didn’t even recall forgetting his notebook and he looked at you confused, but followed out out of the hall anyway.

You couldn’t have figured out he was staring right?

What if you called him out and called him creepy?

What if you thought he was a pervert?

“Hello? Sweetheart?” A hand waved in front of his face.

“Sorry, (Y/N), y-you were saying...?”

With a laugh, you grabbed his hand and pulled him into a nearby restroom, locking the door behind you, you couldn’t wait anymore.

“W-what are you- mmpf!” You smashed your lips onto his, pressing him against the door, pressing your body against his.

You nibbled on his bottom lip, a whimper escaping Junpei’s lips.

After you pulled back, you whispered against his lips.

“Don’t think I didn’t see you staring at me.. were you imagining me sucking your-“

“(Y/N)!!” He covered his face with his arm, a blush coating his cheeks. But he couldn’t help but notice his member twitch in his pants at your words.

Gently, you removed his arm from covering his face.

“That was totally what you were thinking about though~ didn’t think you could be so naughty”

You could see his bottom lip quiver and he looked away in shame.

“You’re adorable, let me help you Junpei~” you pressed your crotch against his, grinding against him playfully.

Another whimper escaped his lips.

“We can’t- we’re in school..a-ah!”

His weak attempt of stopping you was interrupted by your hand cupping the growing erection in his pants.

“Shhhh” you pressed your finger to his lips with a smile.

“You don’t want to walk out here like this, right?”

He glanced down at your hand playing with his very obvious bulge, looking to the side in embarrassment.

Junpei shook his head no, placing his hands on your shoulders to steady himself.

You kissed him again, intertwining your tongues and exploring his mouth.

With a wink, you went down on your knees, unzipping his pants and smiling up at him.

“We both know I love your noises, but try not to be too loud, Kay?”

He responded with a nod, sucking in a sharp breath when he felt the cold air hitting his exposed length.

You wasted no time with grabbing his dick, giving it a few experimental strokes, watching as Junpei bit his lip to conceal his whimpers and moans.

Your other hand touched his inner thigh, pinching and tracing the soft skin.

He leaned forward to connect your lips with his again, your mouth muffling the noises of his moans.

His hand tangled in your hair, tugging at it slightly in shock when your movements got faster.

Junpei felt your nails drag across the side slightly, the unexpected feeling made him whimper and grab your hair tighter.

He separated from you, saliva connecting your lips as he pulled away.

“(Y/N)...” he whispered, eyes rolling back when he felt the familiar feeling of his upcoming orgasm.

You only nodded in understanding, pumping him faster to get him to reach his release.

He came into your hand with a muffled moan, he was biting his lip so hard you were afraid it would bleed soon.

“Thank you-“

Putting your hair in a ponytail,

You didn’t even let him finish his sentence and you went further down and took his dick into your mouth.

“Agh! (Y/N)~!” He mewled in pleasure, head falling back and hitting the door almost painfully.

You could feel him starting to get hard again inside of your mouth, bobbing your head up and down his length.

He slowly slid down the door, his legs were too shaky to stand up anymore.

You went on all fours so you could still give him the pleasure he craved.

The sight of your head between his spread legs made him twitch inside of your warm mouth. He could feel his hips jolt forward, dick moving even further inside of your mouth, your throat tightening around him.

He felt like he was in heaven, he didn’t think about anything but you.

No school.

Not the noises of people in the hallway.

No teachers that could catch you.

The only thing on your mind was you between his legs, sucking him off in a school bathroom, looking at him so lovingly.

He felt his second orgasm approaching, releasing his hot semen inside of your mouth with a loud moan of your name.

He surely hoped no one heard that.

You released his dick from your mouth, watching him with a knowing smirk.

“Did you like that,Junpei?”

“Yes... you’re amazing” he said, pressing another kiss to your lips.

He could taste himself on your lips, and it finally sunk in where he was and what really just happened.

You could see the blush forming on his cheeks again.

Looks like you need to bring lollipops to school more often.

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sombreboy · 4 years ago

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Tease me⇢kth x jjk

⇢18+ ⇢pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook ⇢genre: Smut, fluff, mxm ⇢word count: 5.4k ⇢warnings: profanity, tae sends jk pics of his cock smh, they skip class to fuck don’t do that educate urself my lovely peeps, dom!kth, sub!jjk, blowjob, fingering, anal, sex in public place, this is fiction pls use lubey lube

A/N: Serves as a oneshot within the Love Maze series AU, however can also be read on it’s own. Co-written with my lovely @velvetwicebang <3

Either the clock had been stuck on the same time for over a trillion hours, or Taehyung’s brain was having a blast poking at the boy’s established impatience.

It felt as if he’d been sitting through Mrs. Choi’s lesson for way too long now; his ass had certainly left a permanent imprint on the hard-as-shit chair. The discomfort only irked Taehyung even more, and the latter couldn’t be bothered to mask his see-through disinterest, facial expression resistant— Who the fuck needs calculus, anyways? Calculators exist.

The boy’s leg bounced from underneath the desk, wanting nothing more than to yell out ‘Fuck math!’ and storm out of there. But of course, he couldn’t do that. Not if he wanted to prove Jungkook wrong. The younger was smart as hell, and Taehyung knew how seriously he took his studies. Naturally, being in a relationship with someone so academically-driven also meant Tae couldn’t fall behind. And he was trying to prove to Jungkook that he was capable of getting good grades, when he actually tried..

The elder let out a soft sigh, gaze flickering to the front of the class, acting carefully before he pulled out his phone from the front pocket of his pants.

To: JK Hey

Taehyung waited a minute, no response.

To: JK I’m boreed

Jungkook always took forever to reply.

To: JK i know you’re seeing these smh, won’t even reply to your boyfriend

Suddenly, Tae got an idea. The elder flicked through his camera roll, lips slowly curling outwards into a cheeky grin before he attached a very personal picture..

To: JK meant to send this to you the other day I was soo fucking hard, can you see?? you like the view?

It was an image of his cock, the tip pink and swollen, veins running alongside the smooth edges.

If this didn’t get Jungkook’s attention, Taehyung would be surprised.

Jungkook feels the incoming texts in the form of a series of vibrations against his leg, and normally he would ignore it completely... but he knows it's his boyfriend, so it was getting incredibly difficult to ignore. His lecture was boring anyway, the teacher blabbering about a topic he already excelled in, so he didn't feel as bad about sneaking his phone out underneath the desk…

Kook's breath hitched when he swiped the conversation open, only to be greeted by Taehyung's fat cock staring right back at him, so hard and--- it had the younger's thighs pressing together just thinking about the way it felt in his mouth. Heavy, smooth... fuck.

He glanced around, thankful he didn't have anybody sitting close to him for once. Tapping in his reply, his cheeks are hot, his lower lip caught by his bunny like upper teeth.

To: Tae I'm in class babe...

Jungkook sighed when he took another look at the picture, suddenly class was the last thing he cared about.

To: Tae ... I really love the view... I can't focus now

At first glance, Taehyung was a bit surprised Jungkook actually rolled along with it, but oh was he pleased.. He hadn’t intended for the conversation to turn sexual... not from the beginning, at least. The elder played his cards right, an unexpected dick-pic granted him his boyfriend’s undivided attention. Taehyung loved being the only one running through Jungkook’s mind..

To: JK oh yeah? thinking hard about my cock now? ooo naughtyyy

He also fuckin’ loved to tease the hell out of Koo.

To: JK i get really hard just thinking about you you and your cute ass

The elder comfortably leaned back in his chair, typing with one hand whilst the other lingered close to his crotch, itching to slip it past the band of his trousers..

To: JK that ass is tight as fuck too didn’t even need to jerk off to porn, i got off to the picture of you on my phone came so much, fuuck

Jungkook had to bite down on his lip to prevent himself from embarrassing himself, the natural urge to whine because of what Tae tells him through text was astonishing. The power this man had over the younger... one sentence and Kook is already uncomfortably adjusting his length that is resting against his thigh.

To: Tae Tae, seriously! you can't say things like this... I almost moaned out loud I can't focus!!!!

Jungkook stared at the picture for the umpteenth time, bit swollen lips parting lightly to exhale a longing sigh. His gaze flickered between the lecture and his phone again as he kept typing.

To: Tae fuck... and I'm getting hard. Want you in my mouth.

Kook blushed a bit as he sent the last two messages. However, two could play a game of tease during class... Tae might just be better at it. But that doesnt mean Kook won't at least try.. maybe he has a higher effect than he thinks.

Either way, Taehyung was a master of seduction, whether it be a quick fuck, or a sensual evening in bed--- it's undeniable that his sex appeal is off the roof. Hence why Jungkook is sitting in fucking class with his cock pulsating underneath the table. Shit.

The elder’s lean fingers curled inwards into a tightly-knotted fist, blunt nails sunk deep into the clammy flesh of his palm. All the while, Taehyung’s beast of a boner prodded at the fabric of his pants, the striking outline a cherry in a basket of strawberries. Anyone with a working eye could see Taehyung was worked up about something..

To: JK such a tease, baby so sudden? bet you were thinking about me fucking the shit out of your pretty mouth for a long time i know you like it real rough

The light film of sweat collected on his hand seeped onto the fabric of Taehyung’s jeans whilst he slowly smoothed his palm over his erection, the corner of his lip twitching in aggravation. He wanted to stuff Jungkook’s stretchable mouth full through the screen, fuck it hard until his dick turned limp.

To: JK naughty boy, you probably touched yourself to the thought of my fat cock before we were even together

He angled the phone down, pressing record before rubbing at his clothed cock, thumb swirling around the bulging head.

“Fuck..” Taehyung grunted softly, flipping the camera around to selfie-mode so Jungkook would have a different perspective. He kept it low, pretending the camera’s lens was Kook’s doe eyes, picturing his boyfriend on his knees— Taehyung staring down at him.

Even from such an angle, Tae managed to look intimidating. His raven fringe running past his hooded eyes, jaw clenching as he held in his moans, cheekbones prominent.. He had it all.

He tapped on the red dot once more, attaching the newly-made video before pressing send.

To: JK this the cock you’re thirsting for?? see how hard it is? it’s even harder when i fuck it real deep in you

Jungkook hovered over the video, swallowing tightly before pressed play. It was a dangerous game that his boyfriend played, and Kook knows he already lost. Taehyung's fat cock, his piercing gaze, even through a fucking phone screen had the younger mans insides clenching around nothing, his mouth salivating. He couldn't even hold back the quiet groan that rumbled in his chest, passing it off as an awkward cough to avoid attention.

To: Tae Yeah.. love when you're rough..

Koo blushes, ignoring the obvious statement of him touching himself to the thought of Tae prior to their relationship...

Although Jungkook knows he's already a puddle for the elder, he knows Tae does have a thing for the digital aspect of things... whether it be porn, nudes, or videos. Even when sending a simple recording of his cock, he made it look great... he was a natural with the lens.

Kook angled his own phone camera to snap a picture, squeezing his thick length through his sweatpants to show the prominent outline. Then he snaps a second one, very quickly of his bit swollen lips, sending both in one go.

To: Tae I want it so bad... See how hard you made me too... I keep biting my lip or I'll whine out loud... you asshole

Koo smiles through the haze of lust, the endearing cursing between them still something they both just do-- and love.

A small, barely-noticeable smile pulled at the corners of Taehyung’s wet lips.

To: JK shut up... asshole you’re liking this

Then it was back to internally groaning over the pictures Jungkook had sent, lust-crazed pupils dilating at the mere image of those swollen lips wrapped snug around the velvety skin of his cock.

To: JK excuse yourself and meet me in the same spot don’t take forever

It was the last nudge; Taehyung had to act on his urges before he went crazy.

He excused himself from the lesson, lying saying he had to go to the restroom. Taehyung did need to get something out of his system, but it wasn’t what everyone else thought.

Jungkook licked his lips at the commanding invitation, swiftly putting his phone back into his pocket as he excused himself, also lying about his whereabouts. Luckily, he was easily let off without much questioning, being one of the teacher's favorites. Piece. of. cake.

He shoved his books into his backpack before hurrying towards their secret spot, internally competing whether he would possibly make it there before Taehyung this time-- just to rub it off in his face.

As Jungkook made it there, he looked around, not yet seeing the male... He glanced down at his phone, a small smile tugging on his lips. Did he make it first?

Turns out whenever Taehyung was horny, the boy could run a marathon. If there was something worth claiming at the finish line, Tae was there. This time, the prize just so happened to be his lovely boyfriend.. It was no surprise when he’d gotten there first, too impatient to miss a longing beat to his steps. But, being the cheeky bastard Taehyung was best known for, he hid from Jungkook.

When he made out the younger male’s figure, that was when he tip-toed out of hiding, pressing his chest to Kook’s back as his arms circled around his torso.

“Hey—“ Taehyung laughed at Jungkook’s startled jump, angling his neck to press a chaste kiss to the younger’s cheek.

“Relax, it’s me. Slow ass..” The elder joked, swiftly turning Koo around on his feet by a quick twist of the younger’s waist.

"Ah! Tae... shit, I've told you not to scare me like that..." Jungkook's annoyance quickly morphed into a grin, unable to stay mad as he twirled to face his boyfriend. His hands immediately find the elders soft, dark curls, itching to run his fingers through them.

"I wasn't slow, you must be sonic or some shit...." he chuckles, drawing Tae in for a kiss, unable to hold his bit swollen lips away for a second longer.

Taehyung acceptingly immersed himself in the warm, summery feeling of Jungkook’s lips, dipping his toe in the latter-infected waters.

He breathed in Jungkook; he felt Jungkook’s presence all around. Every curve and dip of the younger’s body was a place Taehyung knew all too well.

He squeezed at Kook’s delicate waist. Taehyung’s lost count of how many times his needy hands would hold onto the flesh. It was the most familiar spot..

“Don’t think I forgot all about the, ‘want you in my mouth’ shit you pulled..” The elder practically muttered, tracing daring kisses along Jungkook’s jawline, down his neck, on his collarbones..

Anywhere that would allow the sudden intrusion.

“That got me so hard. You knew it’d faze me, huh?” Taehyung gently drove Jungkook’s back against the concrete wall, shuffling a leg between the younger’s, sensually rubbing at his boyfriend’s awakened crotch.

“You knew it’d make me wanna push you down to your knees and fuck your throat swollen, didn’t you?”

"Y-yeah-- fuck..." Jungkook immediately feels like he melts into the wall behind him, the cool surface juxtaposing the fire in his body. His cheeks are flushed red, snapping his chin to the side as he blushes, whining quietly when Taes knee massages his length. It was almost embarrassing how quickly he was brought to a full hard on, but then again; Kook being absolutely whipped for Tae is no news.

“Baby likes it rough, tsk. You know which buttons to push, alright..”

Taehyung tilted his head and aimed for the side of Jungkook’s neck, where he sucked greedily on the discolored patch whilst his hands snaked past the loose band of Kook’s sweatpants.

Fondling and jiggling a handful of Jungkook’s bare ass in his bigger hands, Tae purposely pressed their bodies closer together, leaving little room to the imagination.

He groped and squeezed at the plump skin, pulling Jungkook’s lower body away from the wall, grunting against his boyfriend’s neck as he left dark hickeys to linger on for days.

“So fucking gorgeous, my pretty boy..”

Taehyung pulled away, seemingly pleased with his colorful creations.

“Now, get down on your knees, pretty.”

Jungkook didn't need to be told twice, abruptly dropping down on his knees in front of Taehyung, his strong hands smoothing down his torso to his thighs on the way down. His doe eyes stare back up at the elder with a mix of submission, admiration, and greed, licking his lightly chapped lips.

"You think I'm pretty?" Kook tilts his head like a curious puppy, his coyly cocked eyebrow morphing with his small smile that couldn't be helped. He always felt a bit giddy whenever Tae praised him in various ways.

He keeps his hands on Tae's thighs, slowly inching back to tug at the zipper, greedy to see and feel the weight of his boyfriend's cock on his tongue.

"Fuck my mouth, I'll look even prettier.." He whispers out his words, a bit flustered to utter them.

“Shit, I don’t doubt it for a fucking second..” Taehyung felt strapping as he confidently towered over Jungkook, one hand pressed against the wall whilst the other glided through Kook’s silky hair, caressing the younger’s scalp with gentle fingers.

“Always hungry for my big cock, who would’ve thought the prettiest boys would be so dirty..”

His thumb faintly brushed over Jungkook’s cheekbone, studying the latter’s submissive pose before him. Taehyung cockily widened his stance, feet shoulder-width apart and hips slightly jutted out.

He waited until Jungkook undid his zipper before taking control, tugging on his briefs just enough for his needy cock to pop out, his warm balls laying still against the waistband.

“You wanna suck my dick? Wanna know what your ass gets a taste of every time I fuck you?” The elder harshly bit down on his lower lip, “Stick your tongue out.”

Knowing he wouldn’t have to wait long, a faint smirk took over Taehyung’s features at Jungkook’s eagerness.

“Even your tongue is gorgeous, fuck.”

With one hand around the base, Tae rubbed the head of his cock along the wet muscle, gripping onto a handful of Jungkook’s hair whilst he stared down at his boyfriend, internally praising him for being so good..

“Hmm..” He gently slapped the thick girth on Kook’s tongue; soft, wet splatter sounds taking over their senses.

Jungkook hummed in delight when he could taste droplets of Tae's precum with every gentle thud against his tongue. He inched even closer, opening his mouth wider as he stuck out his wet, flattened tongue further, as if begging for more already.

Kook is a shy boy, but when it came to Taehyung; he was a selfish, greedy man.

However, he knew not to get too greedy, unless he wanted to annoy his boyfriend. It was usually a one way ticket to limp town. Sometimes he wanted it, sometimes he didn't.

Today was one of those days where he wanted it rough.

So, the younger didn't wait for instructions, neither did he say a word before he ignored the tug in his hair as he leaned forward, taking Taehyung's cock into his mouth. It was worth it, the smooth skin and tangy mix of salt and sweet coated his tongue wonderfully. His vibrating moan reached his throat, sure that Tae could feel it around his cock.

Kook's mischievous, doe eyes stared back up at him, his plushy lips stretched and reddened as they worked hard to accommodate Taehyung's girth.

“Wait, what are you doi— shit..” Taehyung’s heavy-lidded eyes abruptly enlarged; his initial shock vividly magnified on his features in the form of arched brows. He watched as his boyfriend’s plushy lips enclosed around his hardened length, spouting a thick blanket of warmth throughout Tae’s body, overpowering his cold demeanor. That’s all Taehyung did— stare.

No one had ever disobeyed him, they waited for him to take control of the situation. Until now..

And if Taehyung wasn’t so fond of the power it granted him; he would’ve been less irritated at Jungkook and his sudden boldness.

The assertive grip on the younger’s hair returned as Taehyung harshly yanked him away from his cock, jaw muscles clenched and gaze intimidating.

Who did Jungkook think he was? The younger was stripped of his control every time they fucked; Taehyung liked it that way. To say this was a surprise was an understatement..

“What have I told you about doing shit without my permission, Jungkook?”

However, no matter how much Tae tried to force himself to dislike it, he couldn’t. His boyfriend’s eagerness was endearing.

“Impatient boy..”

Digging his fingers deeper into Kook’s mess of a hair, Taehyung forced the younger back in once again. This time, it was on his terms.

He controlled the pace in which Jungkook’s head bobbed, rhythmic hips thrusting slowly to meet each plunge.

“Hmm.. fuck yeah.” The wetness lathering around him from inside Kook’s mouth tipped Taehyung’s head back, grunting softly as his eyes squinted shut, black curls sticking to the light layer of sweat exuding from his creased forehead.

At that moment, he didn’t have a care in the goddamn world.

Taehyung towered further over Kook, extending out his free hand against the wall in front of him and fixing his grasp on Jungkook’s hair. The elder held his boyfriend’s head in place as he thrusted into him, hips eager and swift as he began fucking his mouth.

“Like that? Shame you can’t answer with a cock in your mouth..”

The sparkle of mischief in Jungkook's eyes never subsided, saying more than enough at the fact that this is exactly what he wished for. To spur on Taehyung's dominance, hearing, seeing and feeling the elder manhandle him and mock him-- fuck, the younger's cock was leaking underneath his pants.

"Mmm....mmhhh.." Jungkook hummed with joy, gaze glassy with tears from the burning stretch in his throat. It was bittersweet, but he was ever the masochist for Tae's big dick. He stared up at the various expressions of pleasure and coy mockery playing on Taehyung's face, only able to look up for so long before tears began to trickle down his cheeks, mixing in with the drool seeping out his mouth with every rough thrust, Tae's cock taking up the space in his throat.

Jungkook relaxed in the elder's hold, using his flattened tongue in his mouth to allow the slick length to glide effortlessly. He breathed heavily through his nose, however only able to do so every few drags when the head of Tae's swollen cock wasn't blocking the airway as it was lodged back in his throat with every snap of his hips.

Kook's grasp tightened on Taehyung's pants by his thighs, seeking some kind of leverage, muffled whines and hums stuck in his chest to be killed by the loud sound of wet squelches.

The piteous, gagged response of a hum fed into Taehyung’s inner sadist as he was physically driven to ram deeper into Jungkook’s mouth. He wasn’t worried— well, too worried. Of course Tae was precautious; he didn’t want to hurt his boyfriend. But he knew Jungkook could handle his hefty cock. After all, they’ve had plenty of practice during their time together..

They rarely spent a day without any action; Kook’s body was a magnet for Taehyung’s longing hands to obsess over.

“Sweet boy, takin’ all of my cock like a champ..” Tae hissed, entranced by the way he’d continuously bulge against Jungkook’s hickey-stained throat, feeling the sensitive tip roughly prod at the inflamed flesh.

“Hngh.. so warm, baby. Almost as warm as your tight ass.” His panting grew thicker, losing the momentum he once started with, “Look at you, so fuckable. Hmph.. just wanna stretch the shit out of you, leave you open wide and shaking.” Taehyung yanked harder on Jungkook’s hair, knuckles lacking their natural color.

“I’d cum so much inside, fuck, you’d be so full.”

With one last powerful, forced slam, Tae stopped the movement of his hips before he would break loose. All that talk made him realize how much he missed being inside of his boyfriend, even if he’d just fucked him a couple days ago..

“Pretty..” The pad of this thumb brushed under Jungkook’s eyes, wiping away the fresh tears that’d resurfaced. Taehyung slowly pulled his cock out, gaze softened as he stared down at Jungkook’s smaller position.

“Stand up and kiss me, baby. Wanna taste myself on your lips.”

Pebbles roll on the ground from the quick momentum of just how eagerly Jungkook got back up on his feet, arms clinging around Taehyung's neck to bring him in for a needy kiss. The younger's plush lips moved naturally against his boyfriend's, his familiar mouth bringing nothing but comfort and an immense need to taste more, and more.

"Ah..." Kook was gentle however, allowing Taehyung to be in control of the intensity, but the needy whines coming from the younger showed just how badly he wanted every single little thing the elder would offer.

"Taee...." Jungkook timidly moans against his lips, his erection pressing up against him like a needy boy. "You taste so good.. Can you taste it?"

“I do, baby, tastes good..” Taehyung leaned in for more, pushing his tongue past the small, hitched opening in between Jungkook’s puffy lips to ease the areas in which his cock took proper advantage of. The kiss was sloppy, yet precise as Tae carefully moved his lips against Kook’s smaller ones, pleased vibrations emitting from his chest.

Not bearing the emptiness in his palms, his hands resumed groping Jungkook’s ass.

“I’m gonna fuck you, Koo. Gonna make it quick, alright?” Tae pressed a soft kiss to Jungkook’s nose before tugging at the younger’s sweatpants and briefs in one go, too impatient to go about it any other way.

“So aroused ‘n pretty..” Taehyung’s breath hitched at the sight of Kook’s hard cock, head oozing with droplets of precum. “Just like you.”

He carefully drove them back against the wall, this time pushing Jungkook’s chest against the concrete and tugging gently at the younger’s hip, making his ass stick out.

His boyfriend didn’t need any prep, they’ve fucked enough times in the course of a week alone. But it didn’t hurt to tease Kook a bit— Taehyung never turned that down.

“Gonna stick my finger in, breathe.” Tae didn’t lie, his middle finger slowly pushed past the bundle of nerves trying to force him out, but he didn’t budge. His forehead was rested against Jungkook’s nape, lips slightly agape as he looked down at what he was doing. The elder’s other hand spread one of Koo’s cheeks, giving him a wider view.

“Shit, you cool? Found that sweet spot you always like..” The pad of Tae’s finger quickly rubbed at the side of Jungkook’s prostate.

“You love it when I tease it, admit it.”

Jungkook muttered breathy curses, placing his elbows against the concrete for leverage. His soft cheek pressed to the wall, flushed in the initial embarrassment of being this exposed-- in this place... Tae always managed to make him feel small and pretty-- and the praise only built on to his reddened cheeks... and throbbing cock.

"Ah..." His low curses quickly morphed into higher pitched moans the second his boyfriend's long, slender finger touched the one sweet spot that only he could reach. "Fuck, yeah.... I love it-- please, more."

Taehyung always knew how to please him, just with one finger he had reduced Kook to nothing but a slut for him. Every single time they fucked, the one word Jungkook would chant like a prayer was just that. More.

"D-don't tease me too much... I'll go crazy, please, stretch me more." Jungkook's pathetic voice was shaky, rutting his ass back against Taehyung's finger, his thigh muscles tensing and relaxing every single time his sensitive flesh was prodded.

Taehyung reached in deeper, the stretchable skin of Jungkook’s wet rim now surpassing his knuckle, clenching tight around the elder’s long digit as he massaged Koo’s warm insides. The elder’s cock throbbed against Jungkook’s soft cheek, jealous it wasn’t receiving any special attention— for now. Tae wasn’t planning on leaving it forgotten for long..

“I’ll stretch you out good, just be patient..” Tae left soft kisses along Jungkook’s shoulders and flexed shoulder blades, twisting his head slightly to continue against the crook of the younger’s neck, the silent sounds of his sweet kisses only audible to the both of them.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous, you know that?” The warmth of Taehyung’s breath clung on to Jungkook’s ear whilst he praised, lingering close until Tae’s face was no longer near; no longer trapping in the heat of his soft words.

“I’m gonna put it in, I know you’re dying to feel a hard cock in you. My hard cock..” Taehyung swiftly dragged out his finger, taking a hold of his dick and lining it up against Jungkook’s entrance, rubbing the tip against his puckered rim before gently advancing his hips forward, harshly biting on his lips as he did so.

“Hngh.. warm. Tight as fuckin’ always, fuck.”

Jungkook's drawn out moan sounded more like a whiny cry, muffled by his hand as to not want to draw any attention-- but it was hard. However, something about possibly being caught had the younger's entire being tingling with excitement. Maybe he was a little bit of an exhibitionist after all...

"Mmph... Tae, god... big.." Kook struggled to put together any sort of coherent sentence, muffling out words into his hand in between breathy cries. His fleshy insides constricted around his boyfriend's thick girth harder the deeper it drilled into him, taking shallow breaths to relax. His thighs shake with anticipation, he couldn't bear to be patient...

Jungkook arched his back further, hungry for more of Taehyung to enter him, glancing over his shoulder to see his expressions. If there was one thing Jungkook loved just as much as hearing how good he felt, it was seeing it as well.

The elder granted Jungkook just that— thick eyebrows knit together as he fully bottomed out, cock snug and protected in between Kook’s gripping insides, the unpredicted squeezes prompting the latter to grit his teeth until his jaw turned sore.

Taehyung engaged in promising eye contact, his bedroom eyes gazing deep into Jungkook’s wavering ones. Tae’s back remained slightly hunched as his blue-veined hands held onto the other’s hips, fingers digging into the sweaty crease connecting the younger’s hip bone and his leg.

“Damn, been waiting to fuck this ass for a hot minute..” He added movement to his stance, keeping it slow and collected at the beginning for the sake of their enjoyment.

“My ass. I own this shit now, fuck..” The hitting of his pelvis against Jungkook became more noticeable, the smacking of their skin every time they met almost as distinct as Koo’s soft whines.

“Only mine to fuck raw and stretch.” Taehyung’s thrusting grew more aggressive, forceful snaps turning quicker and harder..

“I’m the only guy that gets to bust in this little ass, fuckin’ better stay that way..”

The mere thought of another dude fucking Jungkook led Taehyung to grunt in displease, panting softly as he no longer worried about holding back, entering Kook’s ass again and again until he could no longer keep count.

Jungkook's doe eyes rolled back in pleasure, fluttering shut before he dipped his head low, his long curls falling forward as he faced down. Every snap of Taehyung's hips drew a louder moan out of him, every inhale a hitched breath, every exhale a whiny moan.

"Only y-yours, Tae--fuck, want you, just you-- gah..." It was hard to speak when his body was jolting forward roughly with every thrust, his strong arms flexing to keep his head from thudding into the concrete wall from the brute force his boyfriend fucked him with.

"Don't want anybody else to fuck me, your cock-- ah, your cock is the fuckin' best... Want you foreve-eer, shit..." His moans were bordering on sobs at this point, the mixture of pleasure, slight pain, and his love for the elder made the entire experience euphoric; and Jungkook was addicted to it. They've done this countless times, and instead of growing bored of it, the younger wanted more, more, more.

"Wanna cum, babe, please-- can I touch myself?" Kook's eyes open, staring down at his bobbing, swollen cock, the reddened tip drooling with precum, aching for any touch. "Tell me I can, please."

“We’ll do it together,” letting go of one of Jungkook’s slightly-bruised hips, Taehyung reached for the younger’s hand that rested on the dirtied wall, leading it downwards to where Kook’s firm, pretty cock sprung with the sustained pace of his thrusts. Taehyung forced Jungkook’s fingers to close in tight around his own shaft, the elder’s bigger hand applying extra pressure as he jerked them in sync up and down, up and down..

The leaking precum sitting atop Kook’s tip helped alleviate the glide, movements swift and aggressive. Taehyung was the one in charge, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum..” He wrapped his arm around Jungkook’s delicate waist, pulling him in until his gasping chest molded against the small dip of Koo’s slick back.

“Cum with me, baby.” Taehyung’s jerk of his sore hand never faltered, and neither did each shove into Jungkook’s insides. He was much too excited to get them both over the edge, the upcoming release a certain high he could never get tired of.

Jungkook's loud, shameless sounds were a mixture of sobs and moans from the overwhelming sensations, his slick cock aggressively working towards his release along with his boyfriend's cock forcibly prodding at his sensitive prostate over and over. Kook's was fuckin' done for, he couldn't even attempt to hold back his orgasm if he tried.

"S-shit, fuck, fuuck--!" Nothing but curses rolled off his swollen tongue, words a foreign concept pushed to the back of his mind when all he could think about was Taehyung's fat cock entering him again, and again until every musce in his body tensed up, his cock stiffening in the grasp of both men before it began to pulsate in a rhytmical pattern, spurts of cum gushing out against the concrete wall.

"God-- cumming, ah, o-ouch..." Kook's high pitched whines in pleasure distorted into oversensitivity quickly, pressing his forehead against the dirty wall, gnashing his teeth together. "D-don't stop, please, cum in me-- T-taehyung.." His breathy voice pleaded, his thighs shaking to keep him up. He was grateful for the tight hold of his boyfriend around his waist, or he was sure he'd fall to his knees without a doubt.

“Oh fuuck, that’s my boy.. you’re cumming— hmph!, so much, cute.” Taehyung’s hips mindlessly picked up their thrusting until they stuttered, sleek body coming to a complete stop before Tae threw his head forward in a rasped shout, swelled cock twitching as it released the elder’s heavy load deep into his boyfriend’s clutching insides.

“A-ah.. ah, oh..” The hold around Jungkook’s waist had tightened, holding him closer as Taehyung’s way to steady himself after such a powerful climax. The elder’s body quivered slightly, feeling himself slowly soften while his cum dripped from out of Jungkook, running down the latter’s wobbly legs and onto the ground.

“Wow..”

He made sure Kook was steady enough before pulling out, withdrawing from the younger and immediately resting his back against the wall. Taehyung wiped at his face with the lower fabric of his shirt, the material sticking closely to his heaving chest.

“That was great, I didn’t think you’d let me fuck you in a public place.” Tae turned to look at Jungkook after tucking himself back in, smiling tiredly.

“You simp... I know you wouldn’t have done that for anyone else.” Now Taehyung was teasing, giggling cheekily as he called Koo out for his unforeseen actions.

#fic: tease me #taekook #taekook smut #vkook smut #taehyung smut #jungkook smut #sub jungkook #dom taehyung #bts mxm smut #sombreboy #bangtanarmynet #boymeetsmxm

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Easy As A-B-C

Pairing: Professor!Gwilym Lee x Reader

Summery: Professor Lee is getting sick of marking papers, you offer an alternative. One where he doesn't need to think at all.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected sex, bimbofication (without hypnosis), oral sex (m and f receiving), hand job, light dom/sub dynamic, dom!reader, sub!Gwil, overstimulation, maybe a little bit of hair pulling

Words: 4,537

A/N: This was massively massively inspired by my love @dracoladon and her Drarry fic Lucid (seriously, go read it because she’s a much better writer than me and also sex dumb Draco is hhhhhhh). Reading it made me want to write more himbo fics but without all the hypnosis stuff thats in my Future Management series. Then I got talking to @peachydeacon about himbo!Rog which led to talking about himbo!Gwil and this fic is the result of our discussion lmao. It was also partly inspired by a post on a porn blog that popped up on my dash but I can’t link to that because tumblrs dumb.

Also, it is a professor gwil fic but set after reader has graduated so it’s all above board lmao

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Gwilym looked unreasonably hot while he was grading papers, his brow knitted, wearing a look of serious concentration made all the more noticeable by the reading glasses sliding down his nose. His loose tie and the undone top buttons of his business shirt lent him a casually dishevelled air, and that wasn’t even mentioning the way he absentmindedly twisted his pen between his fingers as he read and reread sentences he was struggling to understand, occasionally pausing to underline something or write a note in the margins. It all painted a very sexy image, the kind of serious sexy only a professor could achieve, though this sexiness was nowhere near new. You’d found his manner oddly arousing even when he’d been your professor. Of course, that had been a few years ago and well before you’d had your chance encounter in the local second hand bookstore that led you to ask him out. He’d stuttered out something about never having even thought of you as more than his student and “really I feel almost as if I’ll get in trouble for the conversation as soon as I get back to campus.” But the awkwardness soon changed when you confessed to having had a minor crush on him back in the day and having since hoped to run into him. He seemed more open to the idea of dinner with you after that and, if you were being honest, more cocky too, but cocky in a decidedly dignified and charming way. Anyway, one thing led to another and now here you were somewhere close to a year and half later and you were struggling not to stare at Gwil as he graded papers and looked professor-ally disarrayed and hot.

You knew it was something to do with the Romantic era poets that the students had to write about because he’d read a question out to you earlier to get your opinion of if it was confusingly worded. “No, I don’t think so,” “Then why in god’s name do none of my students get it?” he looked about ready to hit his head against the desk until he passed out but he returned to the topmost paper with a sigh and ruffled hair from where he’d run his hand through it. That’s when you’d started trying not to stare. A tall order when all you could think about was dragging Gwil to the bedroom and ravishing him enough to make him forget all about John Keats and poetry and the English language itself. Not that that was exactly hard. No, Gwilym had a tendency to get a little dazed and confused when you really gave it to him. Sex drunk you’d decided to call it. A transformation that you quite delighted in witnessing and causing. Gwil was sharp as a tack usually, always ready with some obscure fact or quote from literature. It was part of what made him such a good teacher, his memory for all things bookish, as well as his approachable (if a little stern) demeanour and his determination to get the best from his students. But it wasn’t hard to shut down his brain, cloud his memory and entirely befuddle him. One time you’d snuck into the bathroom at the restaurant you’d gone to for dinner and poor Gwilym had become so spaced out he’d spilt half a glass of wine in his lap and then walked into the glass door as you left, even with you leading him by the hand. You supposed that what they said about great power and responsibility was true. All the same, it was a fun power to wield and you knew that, with the right sort of attention, you could have Gwilym babbling incomprehensible gibberish with no memory of what a poem even was, which was surely something he’d appreciate right about now.

You blinked yourself from your reverie as, finally, Gwil set his glasses aside and rose from his seat, groaning as he stretched out the stiffness in his back. He rolled his neck back and forth, your eyes following, before letting his shoulders drop and moving to sit next to you on the couch. “I can’t do it anymore, I can’t read another word about Byron or I’ll loose it.” He sighed, draping an arm around your shoulders and leaning into your neck. “Byron? I remember that assignment. Everyone hated you for it,” His breath was warm against your skin as he spoke, sending a tingle down your spine, “Well if this year’s lot is anything to go by, the feeling was probably mutual,” “Mmm, I remember one girl saying she was going to shove her copy of Don Juan up your arse if she didn’t pass,” He lifted his head again and laughed, “And yet my rectum remains Byron fee and no other injuries befell me, so either I taught you enough to get by or you were all a bunch of cowards,” “Bit of both probably. And why would this year’s be any different, huh?” “I don’t know, you haven’t read any of their attempts at cohesive analysis. Some of them are just throwing out terms like allusion and anapestic and personification all willy-nilly, clearly without properly understanding them. ” “I think you’re being too harsh on them. They’re first years after all and it’s not always easy to understand all that poncy poetical bullshit. Plus, you know it all already so of course everyone else seems stupid to you,” “Maybe,” he conceded, though it seemed to take some effort. “Honestly, someone should put you in their position, see how well you go with it,” “Yeah? And who would do something like that?” Gwilym laughed as you shifted to straddle his lap, accepting the kiss you offered, “You?” “Maybe I will. Spell personification for me,” “You know it’s not high school English, right. We don’t do pop quizzes on spelling and grammar.” “I know you don’t, but this is my subject and I’m testing spelling. Besides,” you let your hand drop between you, brushing lightly over the front of his pants, “I promise it’ll be fun.” Gwil gave a half-hearted eye roll, “P-E-R-S-O-N-I-F-I-C-A-T-I-O-N, personification. D’you want me to use it in a sentence too?” You knew he’d get it right. Gwil always had been good at spelling off the top of his head which you supposed was a side effect of all his reading and the years devoted to the written word. But it was still a little annoying. Mostly because he was being a bit of a tool about the whole thing, but it didn’t help that you’d grown quite wet thinking about how you’d like to have him, like to turn him into the fucked out airhead you’d seen before. You shook your head and tutted at him as if he got it wrong. “No, that’s definitely it. I’ve just read it about a hundred times, I know I’m right. P-E-R-S-O-N-I-F-I-C-A-T-I-O-N,” he spelt it faster that time, trying to prove that you were wrong. “Try allusion for me,” “A-L-L-U-S-I-O-N,” Right again. You sighed as if you were disappointed. Gwilym raised his eyebrows but said nothing. “What about caesura?” “C-E-A-S-U-R-A,” The mistake was an easy one to make, two letters flipped around the wrong way, and you could tell he knew it was wrong as soon as he’d said it. He was surprised when you leant forward to kiss him again, cupping his jaw with one hand as you dropped the other and slowly pulled down the zip on his work pants. “But I fucked up,” he said softly, eyes still closed as you pulled away a few centimetres. You just smiled as you thought of a new word, “Anapestic,” It was another word Gwil had mentioned as seeing in his student’s essays so you knew it would be fresh in his mind and he proved as much when he spelt it, “A-N-A-P-E-S-T-I-C,” He was right of course, so you tutted and pulled your hand away from his crotch, grabbing his chin with your other and forcing him to look at you, “You can do better than that.” His features shifted at the sudden loss of contact, the look of concentration returned once more. If anything, your much closer proximity to the expression made him seem all the more hot but you resisted the urge to give in and drag him to the bedroom, curious if he’d catch onto your little game now and, equally so, to see if he’d play along, “Try Onomatopoeia.” A longer word gave him more chances to get things wrong but would his pride and his brain allow that? Apparently so. “O-N-O-M-” Gwil paused and thought for a second, his eyes narrowed as his looked at you, “O-N-O-M-A-T-O-P-I-A,” the last three letters were said with such deliberate diction that you knew he’d figured it out. “Good boy,” you said, letting your hands slip inside his undone pants to massage his dick. His hips jolted at the contact and he let his hands fall to your arse, squeezing. “What about, dactyl?” His reply was instant, unthinking, and totally correct, “D-A-C-T-Y-L,” You clicked your tongue condescendingly as you once again removed your hands from him. “Fuck,” “Well that’s what happens when you get things wrong, honey, and such an easy one too,” “I didn’t get it wro- fine, give me another,” You smiled, unable to hide how delighted you were that he was interested in following your rules, even if it was just his competitive streak rearing its head to show that he could out smart you, “Assonance,” Gwilym spelt the word slowly and carefully, making sure to only say one ‘s’ and to leave off the ‘e’. And you made sure to reward him for it, shuffling backwards on his lap so you could shimmy his pants down his thighs and wrap your hand around his cock. He raised an eyebrow at you but otherwise made no comment as he leant back in his seat to enjoy the attention. “Romanticism,” Once again Gwilym was careful with his spelling, intentionally replacing the ‘c’ with a double ‘s’ but that was the kind of behaviour you wanted to encourage so you kept stroking him off, twisting your wrist, dragging your thumb over his flushed tip. It must have felt good with the way he was sighing, shifting his shoulders as if to move his whole body closer to yours. “So clever baby, what about,” you paused, dredging up memories of poetry analysis and the words you used to have burned into your brain but which you’d not had much use for recently, “Enjambment” “Ummm, E-N,” Gwil hummed as you leant over him and let a trail of spit drip onto his cock, using your hand to spread it over his length, “Enjamb-ment, uh, E-N-J-A- no E, no A, M-E-N-T,” You leant into his ear and spoke softly, “That’s right, being so good for me, so clever. What should I do next though? Ride you? Or maybe suck you off? Or just keep doing this?” “Uh,” Gwilym shook his head a little as if to clear it, “mouth? Please?” “Of course, baby. If you can spell dissonance for me.” You were quietly confident that he’d get the spelling wrong, already noticing the first sign of his impending brainlessness, extra filler words where he’d normally not need them. It was funny though, usually he wouldn’t reach that stage until he was much closer to nutting. “D-I-S” he rushed through the first three letters and then stopped, biting his lip, “T-um, A-N-E-N-C-E.” You were sure the errors in that word were less intentional than the previous few and, as promised, slipped off his lap and settled yourself between his legs, pulling his pants off so he could spread them wider for you. You held eye contact as you let your tongue trail along the underside of his cock, tracing along a vein, though you couldn’t help but smile as he groaned above you. “Can you spell Decasyllable for me?” you asked before closing your lips around the head of his cock. “What? Oh, um, D-E-C-K- fuck,” he broke off as you swirled your tongue around his tip. “Fuck’s not a letter, baby,” you sank down on him again, bobbing a little lower. “I know, um, Deck-syllable, D-E-C-K-A-S-Y-B-L-E, I think. Is that right?” In answer you hummed and took him a little deeper, pushing his shirt up towards his chest. Gwilym took the hint and pulled it off before he grabbed your hair, leaning his head against the back of the couch. For a moment you just focused on sucking him off, listening to his shallow breathing and whiny groans. But you weren’t finished with your game yet.

“Epigraph?” you asked before bobbing down on him again, pushing yourself to take him deeper still. Gwilym remained silent as you gagged and pulled back from him again to breath freely. “Well?” “What did you say?” “Epigraph. Can you spell that?” He nodded as you resumed your bobbing, his hand grabbing at your hair, “E-P-P-E-G-R-A-F-F.” You hummed around him and his hips bucked up, pushing him further down your throat for a second. “No, don’t stop,” he whined under his breath as once again you let him fall from between your lips. “Sorry baby,” you wrapped your hand around his base and switched back to jerking him off, “you’re so hard though and I know you want to earn your orgasm like a good boy,” Gwilym nodded. “Okay, so spell meter,” “M- oh, I don’t know,” “You do know, baby, you just gotta try. Meter,” He scrunched his face up in thought, “M-E-E-T-R,” “See, I said you knew it, and you did it so well!” Gwilym gave you a dopey smile, looking proud at your praise, “I did?” His mouth dropped open with the movement of your hand. “Of course baby! You got it completely right because you’re so clever. What about sonnet, do you think you can do that one for me?” He nodded enthusiastically, “S-N-E-T,” “Very good! Okay, three more and I’ll let you cum,” “Okay!” “Okay, what about,” you thought for a moment, watching your hand pumping over his shaft as you trailed your fingernails lightly over his thigh, “Spell rhyme,” “Ummm,” Gwilym bit his lip in thought, soft grunting noises rising in his throat in time with your strokes. “It’s a bit of a tricky one,” “Yeah.” “And it’s hard to concentrate isn’t it?” “Mmhmm, so hard to con-ten-tate,” he thought for a little longer as you slowed your hand, “rrr- R-I-M,” “So clever baby! Okay canto,” “Oh! Ummm,” Gwilym pouted and whined as you unexpectedly drew the tip of your tongue around his head, “I don’ know,” “No?” He shook his head, eyebrows furrowed. “Okay what about, poem?” Gwilym seemed to have reached the last dregs of his knowledge, grunting in frustration as he shook his head again.” “You sure you don’t know?” He bucked his hips up into your hand as he shook his head again. “Alright, I’ll give you an easy one then. Spell your name for me, spell Gwilym,” Gwil’s eyes lit up at the suggestion but his face quickly slipped into a frown again, the expression getting more pronounced with every passing second he didn’t say anything. He sought out your face, his eyes brimming with frustrated tears, “I don’t…” his fists balled up as he looked to you for help. “You don’t remember?” He shook his head once more, a tear shaking loose and rolling down his cheek, “you said it was easy.” “It’s okay if you don’t know,” “Really?” he sniffled. “Of course it’s okay. You’re not supposed to know things.” “I’m not?” “Awww, of course not baby. That’s why I’m here, to know things, and you’re just here to make me happy.” Gwilym sighed and leaned back against the couch, smiling again. “Do you want to give it a try for me?” “Umm,” he whined as you slowed your strokes “It would make me very happy,” “Okay, umm…G? L? ummmm, M?” “You’re so clever, baby!” Gwilym giggled proudly and grinned at you as you adjusted your grip on his cock. “You’re my good, smart boy, aren’t you baby?” “Mmhmm,” he bucked his hips towards you as you took him into your mouth again. “Feels go-od,” he mumbled, almost panting with how close he was. You dragged the hand that rested on his thigh up to cup his balls as you sucked on his tip until he moaned and came, spilling his seed over your tongue.

You kept working your hand along his length, even after you’d pulled your mouth from him. “Was that a good orgasm baby? Did it make you feel good?” He nodded, pouting a little as you kept wanking him, “good oggsam,” It took all your effort not to laugh at that, biting on the inside of your cheek to keep from letting so much as a chuckle slip. Very few things delighted you as much as when Gwil forgot how to talk properly. “You know,” you said as you finally let his cock free, “sometimes when people have orgasms they feel euphoric. Do you feel euphoric?” “Mmhmm, you-porik.” “Clever boy. Do you want to help me feel euphoric?” “How?” “With your mouth,” “Oh! Okay!” You braced yourself against his knees as you stood, leaning forward to give Gwil a small kiss on the lips. He closed his eyes and smiled up at you contentedly as you shimmied out of your own clothes, dropping them all to the floor. “You going to let me lie down?” you asked, tapping Gwil on the shoulder. He looked around confusedly for a moment before his eyes settled on you, growing wider as he realised how naked you were. Without warning he surged forward, his hands grabbing your arse as he nuzzled his face in the valley between your breasts. If it were up to Gwil he would have stayed there all day but you had need for him elsewhere so you yanked his head back by his hair, earning a small noise of displeasure. “Don’t complain, baby. You want to make me feel euphoric, right?” “Mmhmm,” he hummed earnestly. “And how do you think you could do that?” “I don’t know,” “Maybe, cunnilingus?” “cun-un-un-un-gus,” “Exactly,” you directed his gaze down to your pussy, failing to hide your amused grin. But he was too far gone to notice, happily slipping to his knees in front of you. Telling him to wait for a second, you climbed onto the couch and spread your legs, beckoning him between them once you were comfortable.

He hadn’t been able to say the word but that didn’t mean he wasn’t skilled at the act. A string of soft hums and throaty sounds rose to your lips as he licked your cunt, the scratchy sensation of his beard only amplifying the soft, wet, warmth of his tongue. “Can you, oh, can you spell poem for me baby?” Gwilym hummed and then started naming letters, his mouth still pressed against your cunt as if he didn’t realise he couldn’t talk and suck at the same time. You didn’t bother to stop him when he said too many letters or correct him when all of them were wrong. You just let his breath wash over you, his tongue flicking against your clit with each new letter, eliciting longer moans and sighs from you. “Fuck Gwil,” you panted, “keep going,” “Keep going,” he repeated, his voice muffled as he dragged his tongue all the way down your slit and then back up again, making you whine. You jolted when he reached your clit again and pressed against his head, keeping him close to you, your other hand trailing up your chest to tweak your nipples and knead your breasts. Occasionally you’d give him an instruction – “faster please,” or “do that again,” or “fuck Gwil, right there,” – and he’d repeat the words back to you, softened and often a little slurred together or mispronounced, before doing as he was asked, drawing you closer to release. He was pleased whenever another groan or mewl slipped from your lips, responding to them with sounds of his own as if he were savouring a particularly delicious meal. It seemed he’d taken what you’d said about making you happy to heart, though some of his whines might have had more to do with his cock, hard again and straining to be touched as his attention remained focused on you. “I’m c-lose ba-by,” you grunted as Gwilym pressed his mouth to your lower lips, as if to give you a soft chaste kiss, only to begin shaking his head side to side, rubbing his face against your cunt. “loase,” he muttered to himself, trailing his tongue back up to your clit, making you grind your hips up into him. It was impossible to keep your mouth shut in the face of such a feeling, wantonly moaning as you felt your orgasm bubbling to the surface. Gwilym hummed against you in response to a particularly loud moan which managed to be your undoing, your knees trying to clamp shut around his head as he continued to suck at your clit.

When you calmed enough to let go of his hair and loosen your thighs from around his ears, Gwilym looked up at you. His face was shiny and wet but he seemed to have regained some of his usual awareness. His eyes weren’t quite as vacant and his smile less dopey than it had been. “Feel good?” he asked, sounding almost normal except for a slight lightness in his tone. “Very good baby,” you leaned forward and kissed him full on the lips, tasting yourself as he opened his mouth and accepted your tongue. Slowly you dropped your hand between you, finding his cock again, not quite done with your brainless toy. He grunted against your lips and bucked into your hand as you stopped his return to sense. “Isn’t this fun?” you said softly as you pulled back, holding Gwil by the chin to stop him from trying to follow. “Yeah, fun,” a smile slowly tugging at his lips, “what is?” “Not needing to think, baby,” “Oh! Yes,” he laughed. “You’re too pretty to have a brain anyway, aren’t you? Much better off letting it leak out of your head,” “Mmhmm, much,” “And do you know what good, dumb boys get?” “No?” “They get fucked. Would you like that?” “Yes yes yes,” “Alright, lie back for me,” you chuckled, giving his cock a final stroke. Gwilym settled on the carpet on his back, grinning as you straddled his lap. Silently he held out his hand, all but two of his fingers folded against his palm. “No, I don’t need your fingers sweetie,” you said, giving the tips of his two fingers a light kiss, “as dextrous as they are and as much as I enjoy them, I think I’m okay skipping straight to your cock,” He nodded, letting you place his hand down on the floor again. You watched his face as you slowly sank down onto him, once again the picture of cunt drunk bliss with glazed eyes and his lip between his teeth. He smiled as you leaned down to kiss him, rolling your hips against his slowly. As you tongues entwined again, Gwilym framed your waist with his hands, slowly dragging them up your sides and onto your chest. He cupped each of your breasts in one of his palms, squeezing softly as you rocked forward and back. “Better than Byron isn’t this?” you asked, pushing yourself up a bit, but not so far you couldn’t kiss him again. “Wha’s Byron?” You laughed, “Y’know I think this might be the dumbest I’ve seen you. Can’t believe all it took was a rigged spelling test. He obviously didn’t understand, staring blankly back at you.

What he did understand was that you were moving further away from him and he whined as you pushed yourself to sit higher again, bracing your hands on his chest as you used your knees to raise and lower yourself. It still wasn’t enough though so you shifted again before too long, placing a hand behind you to grab Gwil’s leg. You leant back on it changing the angle of Gwilym’s cock, and felt his hands drop from your chest, no longer able to reach as easily. They came to rest on your leg, his fingertips digging into your skin as you rode him, keening as you felt the start of your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. “Fuck Gwil, fill me so well, feels so good,” “My dex-ik-tus cock?” You couldn’t help but laugh, taken by surprise at his misunderstanding and mispronunciation of dextrous, but you nodded in agreement too, repeating your sentiments about how good it felt. “Wanna make me feel even better?” “How?” You sat forward again and reached for his hand, pulling it to your clit. Gwilym took the hint, messily rubbing as you bounced on his cock, but his whines and moans only grew as you rode him. “You’re close?” “Mmhmm,” You were on the verge of asking if he could hold it when he came with a groan, pulsing inside you. But you didn’t stop. “I’m close too, baby, so I’m gonna keep fucking you, okay?” He nodded, eyes fixed on you. “Good boy.” You panted, grabbing his wrist to hold his hand at your clit and adjusting your rhythm. Each time you sank back down onto him you did it harder, slamming his cock into you as deep as you could manage, groaning with each one. Your orgasm was frustratingly close but Gwilym was becoming steadily more sensitive as his subsided, wincing more with each of your thrusts. The winces turned to whimpers which turned to whines as you whispered that you were so close. “Almost baby, almost,” “Please. Hur’s,” “Nearly, just. One. More,” you threw your head back with a moan as you finally found your release, Gwil whining when you pulsed around him, a fresh tear running from the corner of his eye onto the carpet as he squirmed under you.

“Sorry, baby,” you said softly as you carefully dismounted him. He hummed as you kissed him again, leaving an extra kiss against the tip of his nose. “Did so well, such a good boy for me,” “Yeah?” “Mmhmm, so good,” He gave you a slightly watery smile and let you pull him into a cuddle, sighing contentedly when you brushed your fingers through his hair. You stayed like that for a while, knowing that later you’d regret lying on the floor for so long but unable to find the energy to move or the willpower to tell Gwilym you had to let him go. He gradually lost the fucked out expression, becoming more aware of his surroundings and more capable of clear speech. “How are you feeling?” you asked when you realised he’d blinked away the last of his sex drunk vacancy. “Better than before. Little tired but much more relaxed and very satisfied. And, before you ask, yes that’s satisfied and yes I can spell it if you want,” “I believe you.”

#my writing #my fics #smut fic #gwilym lee x reader #gwilym lee smut #gwilym lee imagine #this has been half written in my drafts for much too long now #but im very happy to be able to finally post it!#just got one more thing to write for this advent countdown #which i'll try and knock off after i get back from church #so that its ready to go in the morning #anyway #hope ya'll like this #i might kind of love writing pretty dumb boys #blurb advent 2020

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capriccio-con-espressione · 4 years ago

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Teacher’s Day

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A/N: Happy birthday to our comedic meme material prince Hendery!😘 This is a re-upload from my old acc so I hope you guys enjoy! (P.S. Reuploaded again since the previous one failed to show up in tags)

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3027

Warning: Bratty Sub!Hendery, Dom!Reader, Femdom, Teacher/Student Roleplay, Profanity, Hair pulling, Spanking, Wedgie, Degradation, Anal play, Sex toys, Titty sucking/worshipping, Writing lines as punishment

“How much longer?” Blindfolded Hendery whines while you are leading him to the designated room for his birthday playtime, but this impatient boy obviously can’t wait.

“What is my surprise, to be exact?” The boy continues to inquire. “I hope I won’t be walking blindfolded for too much longer or I am starting to think that you are taking me to the slaughterhouse like I am a piglet!”

“I’ll make sure your surprise is worth the wait if you stop being this inquisitive.” You stop your leading steps. “Seriously? A piglet? Can you not ruin the mood by goofing around and exaggerating things this much?”

“Okay okay I am sorry.” Hendery playfully apologizes. “First asking me to wear the uniform from the Back to School Kit, second blindfolding me like this, I am really dying to know what it is!”

“Shh be patient.” You smirk while finally leading him inside the room, instructing him to sit down in a chair. “Do you know what’s special about today?”

“My birthday, of course! Why ask?” He asks, puzzled.

“It’s also Teachers’ Day in Taiwan as well.” You half-whisper in his ear while taking off his blindfold. “So I’d better teach you some manners as well as something unforgettable on this day…”

Hendery’s vision clears up as he glances around his surroundings: a blackboard with capitalized letters “DETENTION” written on it, a podium in the front left of the room, and several sets of desk and chairs arranged in neat rows while he’s seated in one of them, with a typical school bag hanging from the hook on the right side of his desk.

“Wow this looks legit…” He compliments. “So this is why the school uniform?”

You reply in a sly hum, picking up the 50-cm iron ruler originally leaning against the podium before approaching him. “I remember you mentioning role-play to spice up our sex life, so I figured this can be the peak of your birthday. You like that, my naughty schoolboy?” You smirk alluringly while tilting his chin up with the ruler.

“Fuck yeah, this will be amazing…”

You slam the ruler menacingly loud against his desk, startling him a bit. “Words, Hendery. No profanity allowed in this class. Aren’t you aware of the trouble you are in right now?” You motion toward the capitalized words on the blackboard.

“Hmmm...I have no idea…” He feigns innocence in those bright piercing eyes, in an obvious attempt to annoy you.

“Such an impudent lad. You are in detention because you don’t hand in assignments on time, slacking off in your studies, and last but not least, bad-mouthing your teacher.” You close in on him while maintaining a glare. “Are you sorry for what you did?”

“No, y/n-”

“How dare you call me by my first name?”

“Look, Miss Y/L/N I don’t really care. I am a very busy guy and you are just wasting my time.” He grins cheekily. “I am going to miss my club practice. I promise I will do better, so can’t you just let it go this time?”

“I don’t trust your empty promises, Hendery, especially this isn’t the first time you let me down.” You cross your arms. “And you shouldn’t be allowed any club activities since you fail to prioritize things correctly. You should sit here, properly complete the assignments you have missed under my supervision, and you are free to go after that. It’s that simple.”

“Why are you giving me such a hard time, Miss?”

“I am not being hard and unreasonable on you, all I am asking you to do is something that aids your learning and done by the rest of your peers, plus, you won’t know what your problems with learning are without these practices.” You sigh while taking out the workbook from the schoolbag and place it right in front of him. “Now stop complaining and do it.” You order as you sit down next to him.

Hendery huffs and reluctantly flips through the book to find the marked pages for this session. “20 pages of mathematics with 30 questions on each one? Are you insane?”

“This is the accumulated result of your indolence, boy. And you sure it’s appropriate to call your teacher insane?”

“Right right I am so sorry Miss-”

“Apologize properly.” You grab his arm to get all his attention, starting to get sick of his dismissive attitude and playing nice with him.

“I am really sorry that I called you insane, Miss Y/L/N...” His voice trails off at the end of the sentence while he diverts his attention to the questions in front of him again.

You watch him scribble down answers on the pages intently to see his every move, so when his arm scoots suspiciously close to the corner of the page where he’s writing something, you immediately take notice of it.

You abruptly stand up and snatch away the book from him with a strong force, making his eyes widen with disbelief. “‘Miss Y/L/N is an annoying bitch’? This is what I get after being this patient and communicative with you?” You continue to read the contents of the page. “And none of the answers are correct! You are really giving me attitude, huh?”

“Why should I listen to you when you’re such a pain in my ass?”

“Pain in my ass isn’t it? Now I should really inflict some real pain on your ass.” He yelps as you yank him by his hair, forcing him to stand up. “Bend over.”

Hendery winces at the burning sensation on his scalp as he complies, then you let go and press his waist down firmly against the desk as your other arm immediately delivers a sharp blow on his bottom.

“Apologize.” You order sternly after a dozen spanks.

“Never.” He retorts with a grunt.

“Such a shameless brat.” You muse while pulling down his trousers, then pull up his boxers between his cheeks and give a firm tug on it, causing him to whine in discomfort.

“Still unapologetic?” You sneer before giving a harsh slap on his bare flesh.

“Please stop...Miss...and I am really sorry…”

“Sorry for what?”

“I-I am sorry for disrespecting you!”

“Then? What about your horrible work on your assignment?” You resume spanking him again.

“Mmmf- I am sorry for messing up my homework! Please stop wedging me I beg you, Miss.”

You snigger at his plead and how easy it is to break him, but still you aren’t satisfied. “Combine your apologies into a sentence together and I will consider, and you’d better be earnest enough.”

“Ahh-I apologize sincerely for calling you bad names, a-and slacking off in my studies then failing to do my homework properly! Please Miss I feel so guilty right now…” He whimpers and shifts his butt, trying to minimize the soreness.

“Very well.” You decide not to be too hard on him at first to save it for later and release the fabric. Hendery sighs in relief, only to experience a similar mishap soon after again.

“You forgot to thank me, you poor-mannered lad.” You smirk at his misfortune, tweaking the clothing harder than last time, feeling amused that your boyfriend always falls into this trap by forgetting to express his gratitude when you just decide to have a little mercy on him.

“P-please Miss I am sorry for not remembering to thank you...ahhh…please I’ll be good...just spare me some mercy please…”

“How should I believe that you will have the brain to remember such basic manners next time, you airhead?”

“I-I will endure whatever it takes for you to believe in me, Miss. I am truly sorry…”

“Whatever, huh?” You mock his tone while shoving both his undergarments down his ankles. “You are going to take a sound spanking. Better remember to count out every spank and thank me afterward. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Miss. I won’t forget it this time.”

You swing the ruler in the air, warming your arm up, before striking his bare bottom.

“One! Th-thank you, Miss.”

You smack him again, but harder this time.

“Two! Ahh-thank you, Miss.” He kicks his legs, but only to find them restrained with his garments, which just excites him more.

You then continue to mercilessly redden his ass, interspersing the punishment with some sensual soothing rubs in between to prepare him for the sting and arouse him, and remain the same dynamic and rhythm until the twentieth spank, when you suddenly pick up the pace and inflict him with four consecutive blows.

“Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four. Hnngh-thank you, Miss…” His voice falters.

“See? You are not that bad at calculating. Why did you mess up your math homework that much then?” You ask before smacking him for the twenty-fifth time.

“Twenty-five...thank you, Miss. I am sorry that I deliberately screwed up because I am just a defiant brat!”

“Then you promise to do your best in your work in the future?” You inquire, amused by his admittance while continuing his punishment.

“I will...I promise I won’t let you down ever again, Miss.” He assures you after counting out and thanking you.

“You promise you will be a pliant pupil that listens well to his teacher?”

“Ah-twenty-seven, thank you, Miss. I promise I will listen to you and obey you like a good student should do.”

“Very well. So you should never violate any school rules again, right?” You foreshadow what the plot of your session will lead, before whipping him for the last time.

“Twenty-eight...thank you, Miss. I promise I will abide by the rules.” He replies obediently, oblivious about the whole thing since it’s arranged as a surprise event.

“Good boy.” You praise before caressing his sore butt, brushing his inner thighs from time to time as he moans at your sensual touches. “You didn’t just miss out on math, but other subjects as well. Should I take out the other study materials for you so that you have an overall understanding of what you should do?”

“Yes, please. Thank you, Miss Y/L/N. May I sit down now?”

“Just a minute…” You reply, searching through the schoolbag while taking your mischievous plan to work. “What are these doing in your bag, Hendery?” You demand sternly, laying two objects in front of him.

Hendery becomes speechless at the sight of the large, rounded realistic silicone boobs and the veiny, ridgy dildo.

“Care to explain what this is for?” You deliberately ask while pointing at the tits. Excitement boils inside you as you expect his answer.

“This…is to fuck myself between them.” He shamelessly responds, with a devilish grin and a twitching dick, indicating his liking toward this turn of the plot.

“How about this?” You motion at the dildo.

“This is what I use to get a hot girl like you to fuck me to paradise…” He smirks dreamily, thinking of what you will do to him with it as you smirk at his sudden compliment.

“Now I see the main reason that your grades are slipping. You are not only unwilling to study hard, but also you are a lecherous slut! You should know well porno stuff is obviously prohibited in school, but I remember you promising me that you will not break any rule just now?”

“It was too late then, I already brought them before promising you.”

“That still doesn’t justify your behavior. You should be punished again. Remember you saying that you will obey me?” You grin knowingly as you lightly patted the ruler against your palm.

“Yes, Miss. Please punish me all you want as long as you won’t tell the authorities.”

You simper at his literal beg to get punished. “Why should I report you to my superiors,” You position the fake boobs right under his face, “when I can have all the fun and enjoy the little show myself?” You tap the ruler against his ass once again. “Now suck it just like what you will do to your dream girl, filthy boy whore. You may not be the best at your studies, but you’d better not disappoint me with this.”

Hendery happily commences engulfing the artificial mound while grimacing at the blooming tingle on his behind. The lewd sounds of him greedily slurping and lapping on the toy, the sight of his body squirming under your punitive ruler, and the corruptive contrast of his aristocratic profile doing the most sordid thing ever, all turn you on with the growing need for him to pleasure you.

“Are you wiggling your naughty ass just to direct me to hit where you crave the pain the most, you seamy little slutboy?” You comment on his writhing backside as he nods in affirmation while continuing servicing the tits.

“Perhaps you will love it when I abuse you here, right?” You wickedly tuck the ruler between his cheeks, earning a moan from him.

“Would you like sucking real tits, or maybe you just prefer fawning over silicones?” You sneer, knowing the answer too well as you rub the ruler on his rear entrance.

“I love real beautiful boobs more, of course, especially those of yours, Miss…” Hendery replies through moans, finally looking up at you from the saliva-covered toy while not forgetting to flatter you.

“Hmm you finally know how to properly treat your teacher now, huh?” You remark as you unbutton your blouse then free your boobs from the lacy cups. “Worship them.”

Hendery starts sucking on your breast after an admiring stare. “Since you’ve got your mouth worked up, I think I should stuff your other orifice too…” You say while coating both his ass, your fingers and the dildo with profuse lube. After gradually adding fingers to stretch him wide enough, you begin to slam into his needy prostate with the dildo, savoring the feeling of his wetness and vibrations coating your sensitive areas as well.

Both his hands grab and fondle the base of your boobs for support as his knees buckle a little at the sensation deep inside his behind. You tangle the fingers of your free hand into his hair, forcing him to make eye contact with you with a firm tug.

“Why do you turn to sex toys and risk bringing them to school, while your teacher is here to counsel you with both your studies and insatiable needs?”

“B-because I want you to f-fuck and punish me for being a slut…” He flicks his tongue on your erect nipple after replying.

“Is this why you got yourself in detention in the first place? Acting bratty in hopes of the opportunity to get some sexy discipline?”

“Mmm yeah…” Your “student” that used to be so deviant is now moaning mindlessly between pants and sucking while looking up at you so lovingly yet indecently, urging you to ram his ass even harder and faster. Blissful tears start to stream out of his lust-filled eyes as you shove his uniform jacket down below his shoulders, loosen his tie then undo his first few upper buttons to turn him into a disheveled mess even more. Seeing him rendered to a state like this plus the stimuli on your nipples cause your core to drip with satisfying needs.

“Such a messy needy baby...do you want to cum?” You coo as he quickly nods in response.

“Then will you manage your time well and complete your assignment properly?”

“...Yes, I will, Miss.”

“Will you be respectful to your teacher from now on?”

“Mmm of course I will, especially to my favorite teacher…”

“Last but not least, will you turn to your teacher for help when necessary instead of wanking with stupid toys?”

“Definitely, because my teacher feels so much better…”

“Good. Now you are allowed to cum as much as you want.”

Hendery cums after muttering some gratitude, not forgetting his manners this time. You indulge in a slow sensual kiss with him afterward, drawing him out of the orgasmic haze while whispering some praises to him, slowly guiding him back to his senses as well as doing a quick clean-up of body fluids.

“Did you know you just came with your dick completely untouched?” You playfully taunt.

“I know you are that good…” He sheepishly grins at you.

“Now one more thing for you to do as a reminder to always be a good boy.” You gesture toward the blackboard. “Write 28 repeated lines of ‘I will respect my teacher at all times’.”

“Sure.” He quickly answers while reaching down to pull up his trousers.

“Did I give you permission to re-dress?” You disapprovingly question.

“No, Miss…” He slightly blushes. “But it’s so embarrassing…” He mutters in protest while wobbling toward the board. covering himself.

“That’s the purpose of this punishment, making you so humiliated and disheveled that you will never forget your lesson.”

Hendery sighs while picking up the chalk, and starts scribbling down the requested line. The first ten lines look passable but after that, his writing begins to get sloppy.

“Rewrite this.” You erase the line that you deem intolerable.

“But-”

“No ‘buts’, unless you want some thrashing again.”

Your schoolboy groans but still has no choice but to comply, peeking at the board eraser in your hand while making efforts to win your approval. Finally, he reaches the 28th line without the need for you to demand him to rewrite anything.

“Well done, that’s my good boy.” You continue to compliment his obedience and hard work, embracing him while massaging some cool lotion into his still rosy ass, before helping him to re-dress.

“Do you like my way of discipline?”

“A lot. But you hit me so hard…” He jokingly glares before nuzzling against the crook of your neck, planting some wet kisses on it.

“I am already giving you enough privilege to suck my tits for this long, so be grateful.” He whines in response upon hearing this but holds on you even tighter, while subtly grinding against your chest.

“Happy birthday.” You utter affectionately, completely immersed in the intimacy while sensing his gorgeous features beaming in return.

“Happy Teacher’s Day.”

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okay so can i request dom hyunjin where he’s the smartest kid in class but also like sexy bad/boy type and he has liked u for so long bc you’re to yourself and have a “idc” attitude.. basically he becomes your tutor and u play hard to get and it’s basically like fighting for dominance, but you lose in the end... haha also he’s still dom but very desperate for how long he’s been wanting to fuck i okay i’m done

[3:35]

“Okay so the homework is to read chapter 5. hyunjin and y/n, please stay back. class dismissed.”

Rolling your eyes, you checked your nails, completely unfazed at the sound of heavy chains clicking in the seat next to you.

“so y/n,” your teacher began, “your grades are good, but, if you want that scholarship, they need to improve.”

“Okay that’s fine, but why is he here?”

Your turned to face him, closing your eyes in annoyance at the smug look plastered across his face.

“Well, you need a tutor, and Hyunjin does have the best grades. He was also very willing to do so.”

Scrolling through your phone, you couldn’t care less.

“Okay whatever.”

You sighed. The reputation he had around the school was terrible. He was the typical ‘bad boy’, covered in piercings and tattoos everywhere. Every time you heard him speak you just felt disgust. You repulsed him.

Your teacher shrugged at your nonchalant attitude, before leaving the room. Grabbing his chair, Hyunjin span it around and sat on it backwards, inches away from your desk, all his attention focused on you.

“We are gonna have so much fun sweetheart.”

“Please,” you huffed, picking up your bag, “I'll just come to yours after school do we can get this over and done with.”

Taking his lip ring between his teeth, he looked you up and down, smirk still evident on his face.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart. I’ll see you then.”

***

Knocking on the door, you waited. 1, 2, 5, 10 minutes for someone to open the door. Frustration increasing, you checked the knob of Hyunjin’s front door, unsurprisingly unlocked as you let yourself in.

“Hyunjin?”

You called out a couple of times no answer. Seeing the kitchen, you grabbed a glass from the dish rack, filling yourself a glass of water before taking a seat on the couch. Patiently waiting, you took your phone out of your bag, scrolling through your unread messages.

y/n friend name: good luck tonight babe. I know you’ll smash it, if u know what I mean ;)

Chuckling, you rolled your eyes, impatience increasing the longer he made you wait. He was so keen to help you, yethis actions made that unclear. He was definitely living up to his reputation of being an asshole, and it was definitely rubbing you the wrong way.

“Y/n.”

You heard a distant voice that seemed to be coming from what seemed to be down the hall. Getting up, you skeptically drifted towards the door.

“Y/n.”

Was that a moan? You shook your head, barging through the door. Jaw dropping to the floor, your stomach turned into a knot as you saw Hyunjin standing there, dick in his hand, continuously murmuring your name.

“Hyunjin?”

Opening his eyes, a high pitch scream came from his mouth as he fell off his bed.

“Y/n,” he stuttered, quickly doing up his pants, a hand smoothly running through his hair, “you’re early.”

“I’m on time?”

“Oh,” he chuckled, checking his phone, “you are.”

“Look,” you huffed, “I just came here because I want to get my grades up. I’m just gonna act like I didn’t hear that.”

“bet it turned you on though,” hyunjin winked, licking his lips, “didn’t it?”

heavily sighing, you ignored his sarcastic remark dropping your books on his desk and sitting in his chair, waiting for him to join you. Opening the homework pages, you were distracted, suddenly noticing how close he was to you. The temperature of your body was slowly rising at his proximity. Shrugging it off, you shook your head, making sure to pay extra attention to your text.

“So,” Hyunjin began, “if she reacted in that way because he was with someone else, what is the text trying to say?”

You jumped a little at the sudden touch of his fingertips spread across your thigh.

“Well, it’s um, um, a symbolisation,” you stuttered, making Hyunjin’s lips turn upward, “She was jealous because she knew she wouldn’t do the same thing he would do for her.”

Biting down on his bottom lip, Hyunjin smiled, pressing a light squeeze to your thigh.

“Good work. Let’s have a 5 minute break.”

Nodding, you grabbed your glass of water, laying on his bead as you scrolled your phone.

“You’re always on that damn phone?”

“Wow didn’t know I had two dads.”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you.”

Beginning to blush, you grabbed his arm, punching him in the shoulder.

“Shut up,” you snapped, causing Hyunjin to laugh.

“I’m just joking baby, lighten up, huh?”

Rolling your eyes once more, you sat back in the chair.

“Can we just focus on studying please.”

“You want to focus on studying. Okay then picture this. In the novel, John is having constant sexual dreams about Jane. All of Jane’s friends think that John is perfect for her, as well as being attractive,” he payed, “Stand up.”

He stood there, waiting for you to do what he said. Why were you doing it?

“The problem is, John’s reputation is, not the best. All of her friends tell her to go for it, but her indifferent attitude gets in the way.”

Pausing once more, Hyunjin walks closer to you, standing over your figure. Feeling intimidated, you sat down.

“Jane pays absolutely no attention to John because of said reputation, but John is crazy about Jane. Every person who reads this novel can see it. Her friends can see it. The teachers see it. Everyone, except for Jane, can see that I’m crazy about you.”

You sucked in harshly, feeling Hyunjin’s push you down, arms pinned above your head as he continued to explain what you thought was the novel.

“Wait,” you puzzled, “why did you change that last sentence to being in first person?”

Lifting his arms up, he took off his shirt, hovering over you, foreheads touching as he began to whisper, “Usually I would drag this out, but I can take this anymore.”

Nothing else to say, you grabbed his fully inked neck, pushing his lips down onto yours. Moaning instantly, you enjoyed the feeling of Hyunjin’s now hard on beginning to push into you, tongue grazing against yours as his hands roamed your body, reaching your chest.

Disconnecting his lips, he kissed your cheek, making a trail all the way down to your neck.

“I wasn’t talking about Jane from the novel,” he breathed in between kisses “I was talking about you.”

Usually it would tickle, but it almost felt like you were being electrocuted each time his lips subtlety made contact with your skin. Sitting up, you lifted your arms, letting him take off your shirt and discard it to the corner of his room. You thank yourself quietly for wearing no bra. Hyunjin’s mouth watered at the sight. Licking his lips, he enjoyed how your nipples felt under his pads, rapidly hardening at his touch. You huffed, slightly annoyed at how easily he could turn you on. Lowering himself, he pressed a gentle kiss to your breast, before taking one in his mouth, earning a soft groan from you. Seeing the tie on his sweatpants, you grabbed the loop, pulling on it to let them loosen, boxers slightly peeking through.

“Just take them off,” Hyunjin growled. Your face expressed confusion at how eager he was.

“Come on Hyunjin,” you teased, sliding your hand into his pants, palming his boxer covered member, “are you that easy?”

“No,” he mocked, “but you are.”

Unsure what he meant, you squealed as he grabbed your sides, flipping you to be on top of him. Wiggling off your panties, he followed, making him completely naked. Laying on top of him, you left your own trail of kisses, enjoying watching Hyunjins squirm under you. Sliding down his body, you sat on top of him, clit gently rubbing over his tip.

“Oh baby,” he groaned, looking up at you, “that feels so fucking good when you do that.”

“Oh I bet it does, my baby boy?”

“Baby boy?”

He looked up at you, completely offended by your statement.

“Oh sweetheart, you are in for a big one if you think I’m your baby boy.”

“Well why dont you stop being one and fucking show me?”

Hyunjin closed his eyes, but once they opened, they were burning with flames. Almost like you flicked a switch in him. Grabbing himself, he wasted no time lining up with your entrance, before slamming into you raw, making your back completely arch. Anger coursing through his blood, he fiercely gripped onto your sides, marks of purple already rising as he vigorously thrusted his hips into you.

“Oh fuck,” you groaned, leaning on his chest.

“Is this what you wanted, huh baby? Am I still your baby boy now?”

You didn’t reply to him, doing nothing but making him angry. Taking one of the hands placed on your sides, hands circling your ass before heavily slapping you, making you groan.

“Answer me.”

“No Hyunjin,” you whined, slightly beginning to move your hips with his rhythm, “you aren’t my baby boy, I’m your baby girl.”

“Tell me how much you love my cock while bouncing on it.”

Throwing his hands behind his back, his tongue ring came between his teeth, enjoying the view of you struggling to maintain a competent rhythm, losing yourself to the pleasure of him inside of you.

“God your cock is so big inside of me,” you moan, “I’m such a slut for you cock.”

“That’s what I like to hear. Fuck your pussy feels so good.”

The look on his face was softening every second. His facade of dominance slowly disappearing.

“Are you close Hyunjin?”

“I am,” he groaned, “but not as close as you will be.”

You moaned his name loudly as he began to intensely flick your clit, shivers creeping down your spine.

“Yeah that’s right baby girl. Say my name as you ride my cock like that.”

“Hyunjin please,” you cried, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me then princess.”

Your jaw opened wide as a sky full of stars clouded your vision. You could feel his warm spurts filling you in the back of your head, but that was nothing as your vision went back, body contorting back and forth as he mercilessly continued to rub your clit. Grabbing his wrist, you told him to stop, before rolling beside him. Giving him a quick kiss, you looked at his body, tracing the tattoos that covered his skin.

“You don’t know how long I wanted this to happen.”

“Oh don't worry I could tell when I heard you jerking off about me.”

Play pushing you off the bed, you smiled, seeing a whole new side of Hyunjin that you didn’t even know existed. Grabbing your clothes, you began to dress yourself and pack your bags. Turning at the door frame, you looked back at him.

“Same time in a couple of days?”

“Hell no” he snapped, “tomorrow.”

#stray kids #stray kids smut #hyunjin smut #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin smut

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paodequeijofeliz-blog · 5 years ago

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I would do it all again

Ride or Die Fanfiction (characters and main story belongs to Pixelberry Studios).

Pairing: Mona and MC (Annie)

Information: this takes place after the first book.

Summary: After what happened at the parking lot, each member of the crew tries to build a new life, following the “every man for himself” motto. But Annie doesn’t agree with that and tries to pull them back together, especially Mona, who she has been waiting for too many years.

Warnings: none. For now.

Part 2

I would do it all again - Part 1

Six years. It had been six years.

Don’t call me. Don’t write me. Don’t wait for me.

Mona’s voice was still very much alive in Annie’s head, even though she hadn’t listened to it in six fucking years.

Not for lack of trying, of course. She was too damn stubborn to follow Mona’s orders, no matter how hard the convict tried to force her into it. During the trial, Annie would always sit as close as possible, whispering comforting things such as “I’m with you”, “I’m still here, you know” or “Damn you’re lookin’ hot today”. The last one caught a smile from Mona, but the woman was still not answering or even glancing at her… Girlfriend? Annie didn’t know if they got to be that. It didn’t matter, though. It looked like the Lebanese was sticking to her ground. The last thing she said to Annie, after the sentence was decided, was “now you have to forget me”.

Of course, that wasn’t going to happen.

It took a while, but Annie finally found out where they moved Mona to. Muncy – she sighed, hands on the wheel for that very long drive. – Philly, really? Could it be any further?

That was the decision that altered her entire life. She was a smart girl, so smart, in fact, that managed to get into three different universities. Luckily, the University of Pennsylvania was one of them, so moving to Philadelphia wasn’t such a crazy plan anyway. Annie had to figure some things out: where to stay, where to work, how to do things… Eventually, it all settled and there she was, living on campus with four crazy roommates and a pretty good job tutoring high school kids.

Ever since day one, the girl tried really hard to break Mona’s resistance. She visited, called, wrote, sent gifts… But no answer came back. Every time Annie would go on visitation’s day, she had to sit and wait for nothing. Mona never came through the door. Never picked up the phone either, no matter how insistent her trying was. People there soon got familiar with Annie’s face, the naïve young woman the new inmate was ignoring. Guards didn’t like her, but she got to be friends with someone else from the inside: Dominick Ferreira, an Argentine art teacher who had a small project teaching painting and sculping to the inmates. Guards didn’t like him either. They soon became friends, talking about TV Shows while Annie waited for long hours in the empty room.

Six years. Mona never gave up on her attitude.

But the girl knew, nonetheless, that the feeling was still there. She knew the letters were being read, at least. The first four years flew by, and Annie graduated in History and started to work as a teacher at a school nearby the campus.

Until she received terrible news.

“I’m really sorry, Ann…” Dominick put a hand on her shoulder, both alone in the prison’s waiting room. After four years confiding on each other, she felt comfortable enough to hug and sob on his arms. He was around the same age of her father. Well… past father. “Is there anything I can do to help? Do you want me to arrange things for the funeral?”

“No, I need to do that on my own. Thanks. I just…” - she sniffed, cleaning her face for the tenth time that day. – “I just… God, she’s so stubborn! Toby accepts my calls, Ximena writes me every month, but Mona… I just really wanted to talk to her. Once.”

“I can try asking one of the guards to help with that.”

“No, no. She would hate me then. I can’t force it.” – another sniff. – “Did she receive the magazine? And the letter?”

“Yeah, I made sure of it. Like always.” – Dom pinched Annie’s nose. She reminded his niece so much. “And I definitely saw her reading them.”

That’s the system Annie found. If Mona wasn’t going to see or talk to her, then she needed another entrance. Every week, the girl would bring a new edition of Motor Trend magazine and a letter for Dom to deliver, then patiently waited outside, hoping this time Mona would finally accept the visitation. The second part never happened, but the first one seemed to be working. After losing her father, she got even closer to the art teacher. He was the only one nice around there.

“I’ve got good news.” Dominick whispered one day, waiting for the other two officers to leave for coffee before saying anything else. “The FBI stepped in. Apparently, the material you guys gave them helped to bring down another big fish. Jason had a partner in NYPD doing the same thing. So, they had a hearing today and reconsidered Mona’s sentence. If she keeps the good behaviour, it’ll be reduced from fifteen to only eight years, which means she can be out on parole soon enough.”

“Tell me how it works.” Annie answered with a seriously committed look.

That’s how now, after six years apart from each other, she was sitting on the car hood, waiting for them to open the gates. Dominick explained every single rule of parole so many times, Annie probably knew it even better than the parole officer himself. She had a year to prepare things for the release, making sure every single detail was reviewed. But now, looking at that gorgeous tall woman carrying a bag and a scowl on her face, Annie felt like maybe the details wouldn’t matter.

What if she just doesn’t want anything to do with me?

There was only one way to find out.

“Hi, you.”

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Picking you up, duh. You needed a ride.” Annie arched an eyebrow, capturing something in Mona’s face. A shadow of relief? Maybe.

The convict glanced at the car, a criticizing tone on her voice.

“What happened to your car? Does that thing even work?”

“I had to sell it. This one is old, but reliable. And his name’s Harold. Be nice.” She took the bag without waiting for permission, tossing it in the trunk before climbing into the driver’s seat. A grumpy Mona sat beside her, mumbling about how “Harold” was a stupid name for a car.

“Where are you going? Drop me at the station. It’s good enough.”

“You can’t leave the state.” She glanced briefly at Mona with the corner of her eyes, hands holding the wheel a little bit stronger.

Even though Annie was trying to focus on the road, she could feel the woman’s dark eyes studying her intensely. After a couple minutes in silence, the driver risked talking again. “We need to solve some stuff first.”

Mona didn’t answer. Her face was unreadable while watching Annie pull over in the parking lot of an old dinner in the middle of nowhere. The girl’s hands still holding the wheel so strongly, it seemed she was about to go on a race.

“Do you still like me?”

Not a single word. Not even a movement.

“Well?” Annie finally let her hands slide to her lap, frustrated by the silence. “It’s a yes or no question, Mon. It’s not that hard.”

“Yes.”

She searched for more hints on Mona’s face, but that was it. One word. No expression. Nothing else.

“Ok.” Annie bit her lower lip, insecure. “Ok then.”

The engine creaked at the turn of the key. The car had barely moved, crossing the road only to park again at an empty and dusty mechanic shop, with no living soul around. “Welcome to your new home, I guess”.

Mona finally had an expression on her face. A mix of confusion and shock, so startled that she only understood what was going on when saw Annie unlock and pull the gates up with a crowbar picked up from the corner. “Drive in!” she asked, signing to the convict with a shy smile.

“What the hell did you do…” Mona jumped on the driver’s seat, driving that old stubborn piece of trash into the shop.

Annie was still trying to lower the gate when heard Mona snap from the car.

“HAVE YOU LOST YOUR GODDAMN MIND? WHO ARE YOU WORKING FOR?”

“What?” she jumped again, still not catching the hoop with the crowbar.

“Oh, for god’s sake, gi’me that.” Mona took the crowbar and pulled the gate down with a single movement. When it hit the floor, both of her hands held Annie against it, one of each sider of the girl. That would’ve turned her on, if it wasn’t for the deadly dangerous look on the convict’s face. “Answers. Now.”

“I…” she lost track of it, the proximity making the knees tremble a little. “No one… I don’t… It’s not…”.

“Who’s the boss here?”

“Me?” Annie shook her head, confuse. “Mon, I don’t work for anyone. I mean, for the principal, maybe? I’m a teacher. You know that. You read my letters.”

“Who’s auto shop is this, then? Is it Colt’s? Did he drag you into this?”

The plug finally fell. Suddenly realizing what the snap was about, Annie chuckled. “You idiot, you do care about me, don’t you?”

That took Mona off guarded, but she didn’t retreat, arms still blocking the girl against the gate.

“There’s no boss, Mon. And I haven’t seen Colt ever since what happened that night. This is my auto shop. I bought it last year. We’ll… Ours if you decide to get on board.” Annie risked pulling her closer by the waist, so tempted to kiss that angry face. “There’s no danger here, I promise. We’re safe.”

Oh crap, thought Mona, seconds before throwing the crowbar away so she could dive her hands in Annie’s hair. The kiss that followed was so hungry and careless like it would never stop again. Their hands couldn’t stay still, both eager to remember each other’s curves and sensitive spots. Mona was doing the exact thing she promised herself not to. For six long years, she tried to ignore the visitations, calls, letters, everything that had Annie tagged along. It took all her strength to do it. Eventually, Mona gave in and started to read those damn letters, since it looked like they weren’t gonna stop coming anyway. That made waiting even worse, especially when the convict had decided to leave Annie’s life for good. She was convinced the girl deserved better…

“Look what you do to me.” Mona growled, holding Annie so close they could barely breath. She couldn’t leave. Now that Ann was finally trapped in her arms, there was no backing down. “I was gonna flee, you know?”

“Hate to spoil your plans, babe. But there’s an apartment upstairs waiting for you to settle in.”

Foreheads together, breathing slowly, both started to cool off bit by bit, but Mona’s grip was still tight around the girl’s waist. “I told you to forget me. To live your life. Damn it, Ann. I ignored you for six years, how could you still stick around?”

“Cause’ you were just being stubborn. I knew you were reading my letters.” Her smile was fragile while she was putting on a fight against tears. “And I did live my life. I graduated. Published my monography. Then finished the master’s degree and published the dissertation too. Got a good job. Made friends. Bought a place to live. I did all of it. Waiting for you didn’t stop me from living.”

“You wouldn’t be stuck in Philly if it wasn’t for me. Maybe by now you’d be married to a badass Harvard lawyer, living in Boston and adopting a bird.”

“I’m a cat and dog person.” She twitched her nose, laughing. “I hate lawyers too.”

Mona roller her eyes. “You know what I mean.”

Annie got serious suddenly. They needed to talk things through at some point.

“Okay. Listen. I did some changes in my life, yes. For you. But that was MY choice. So, you don’t get to be mad at me, alright? Or feel guilty. Any of it. And if you prefer to leave…” she hesitated, heart pounding at the idea of losing Mona again. “… you can always leave. I only wish you to stay if that’s what you really wanna do. Don’t fool me. Don’t lie. I deserve the truth, at least. We’re clear?”

“Yes.” Mona was serious too. There was a big struggle going on inside her, problems and emotions she lived in prison and that Annie wouldn’t understand. Couldn’t. “I won’t fool you. That much I can promise.”

“Good.” She slid away the embrace, pulling the woman by one of the wrists. “Let me show where you might live if you want to. And then you can decide what to do from here.”

“We.” Mona tangled their fingers together, a long sigh of relief escaping her lungs. “What we do from here.”

#mona x mc #ride or die #choices: stories you play #choices: ride or die #sorry I'm too soft to write ANGST #but there will be trouble eventually #with Toby and Ximena because they deserve the spotlight

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booksneedcaffeinetoo · 5 years ago

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Book Review: House of Earth and Blood (Crescent City #1) by Sarah J. Maas

House of Earth and Blood by Sarah J. Maas

This review is going to be LITTERED with SPOILERS because idk how to talk about this book without giving away the whole plot.

Consider yourself officially warned.

I’m still debating on my rating, but for now here is my review. Fair warning: it is rant-y and ramble-y and hasn't been edited yet. I'll clean it up when I come back for a rating.

As always, content warnings are listed at the bottom!

Overall Positives:

• SJM has actually included a few gay characters….now they are all very minor side characters (Isiah, Fury, Juniper, and Declan) who are only present for maybe 3% total of the novel, but at least they exist??? So she gets points for actually having gay characters who aren’t killed off. You can say that she’s making an effort.

• The banter between Bryce and Hunt was pretty funny

• That scene with the knock-off My Little Pony dolls was funny

• I think there might've been a reference in the book to First Aid Kit (the sister folk duo) and it made my heart squeal because I love that band SO MUCH!

• Bryce actually has a great relationship with her mom and her stepfather! And they are both alive! And stay alive! I’m actually struggling to recall a book I’ve read where the main character in the book has a). both parents alive and b). a great relationship with them both. So that was really refreshing!

• Hunt in a sunball cap.

• Bryce and Hunt taking photos together. Way too adorable.

• Ride or die friendship. I love books that emphasize the importance of friendship.

• That LIGHT IT UP DANIKA LIGHT IT UP LIGHT IT UP scene....like i felt that...her happiness. so sweet. i teared up at that scene ngl....

• Pretty good depiction of grief. How even after years the pain of losing your friend doesn’t go away. How some people cut themselves off to cope and others don’t. How some take out their anger on the closest target. How some people remember the dead one’s birthday and other don’t. etc. etc.

• It really was a slow burn because they like didn’t even kiss until 75% into the 3,000 page book.

• Rhun is my favorite character in this book. He’s a goth softie king. I also loved the Demon Cat. And Fury. And Declan. And Flynn. And Isaiah. And Hunt. And Lele. And the dog. And Jesiba. And Randall. And….well….that’s about it….

• I have recently been getting more and more into Urban Fantasy so I am excited and glad that this book is UF. I also like how it takes place in a different world with a different history (although for some reason I went into this book under the impression it takes place in New Orleans…)

Overall Negatives:

• If I ever have to see the word “alphahole” again it will still be too soon. I get that she was going for meta and trying to poke fun at how the trope in so many UF books includes an alphamale love interest….but it just doesn’t really work because none of the guys she was calling an alphahole was actually acting like one??? Okay so this is kind of ramble-y but whatever. When I think of an alphamale love interest acting like a…*shudders*…. alphahole I think of the stereotypical shifter romance/erotica novel where the guy likes wants to punch any guy who stands too close or talks to his mate. I think of him making outrageous claims, always posting a guard, never letting her leave the house, etc. all without any cause. Having a literal demon serial killer who (at this point in the book) you believe RIPPED APART AN ENTIRE PACK OF WEREWOLVES and is killing everyone who is close to working on the same case as you and you are a half-fae who NEVER carries a weapon with you, doesn’t have magic, and no one beside your mom, stepdad, and dead bestie know that you can turn into a flashlight at will…..yeah it makes sense that the people who care about you would like you to have a guard. But that’s not “alphahole” behavior. Nor is when you’re starving yourself from guilt him being concerned and wanting you to eat, or wanting you to try to take care of yourself….that’s not “alphahole” behavior, it’s being a good friend/sibling. If someone wanted a guard on her PRIOR to her investigating the murder than yeah….that would be “alphahole” 100%. But that’s not what happened…one of the highlights of the book was Hunt calling out Bryce by telling her that she is actually the “alphahole” here.

• Fucking sunball = baseball. WHYYYYYY I thought it was soccer for so long until Hunt tossed on a “sunball cap”

• I thought that Violet Hall from Pucked was the most infuriating main character I have read in a long time until I met Bryce fucking Quinnland. It is a pet peeve of mine when a character acts like someone (usually lazy or a partier) and then gets pissed because people think they are how they act??? Like, if you act like an asshole then don’t be shocked if people think you are an asshole. Also she was someone who was terribly selfish and stupidly reckless for no reason for 99% of the book. Yeah she’s ride or die for her friends which is supposed to be her best quality but she is just terribly rude to so many people. Like take Lele for example. Bryce treated her horribly until Hunt was sold again, then was friends with Lele for like a week which someone equated to Lele being willing to die for her???

• Part two of that bullet above^: Why was everyone willing to die for Bryce? Maybe I hate Bryce because she reminds me too much of Jane Salone from The Bold Type with her ‘I’m always right’ attitude. But yeah, everyone is willing to die for her. I don’t get why though. Also everyone wants to fuck her. She can’t walk down the street without like five dudes wanting to fuck her. It was so annoying. Also how the hell has she not died by age 25!?!? There is a different between being bitchy with your algebra teacher versus being bitchy with some guy who could smite you before you blink. And all of them are like ‘oooh she’s not afraid of me like everyone else how charming’ and I’m just like NO. That’s like if I intentionally pissed off some mafia dom and instead of making an example out of me for dissing him in front of his mafia bros, he’s like ‘oooh you’re sassy wanna fuck?’ MAKES NO SENSE!!!

•Part three of the above^: okay before someone comes at me and says ‘well would you be saying the same things if she was a guy doing an acting this way’ well probably. I love the KATE DANIELS (Magic Bites) series. And Kate is a no-nonsense, can come across rude, and gives zero fucks what anyone else thinks about her. Kind of like Bryce, but less bitchy and has the power and skills to back up her recklessness. (No one around Bryce learns of her secret lightbright gift or of her sharpshooting skills until the very end so I am maintaining my ‘she’s reckless’ viewpoint based on everyone around her not knowing of her abilities when she does all of this dumbshit). Kate also is a fucking martyr who runs towards danger even when the odds are against her. Just like Bryce. But I love Kate and hate Bryce. So…yeah I think it was just a Bryce issue. It took until about 41% with the whole phone-Sandriel thing for me to stop finding her insufferable….but I still never really liked her after that...I could stand her for the occasional paragraph or two

• Speaking of martyrs…why is everyone one in this book!?!? NOT EVERYONE NEEDS TO BE A MARTYR!!!

• Another reason I hate Bryce (yes I’m back on that Bryce shit) is because after Hunt broke her heart he immediate thought upon learning who he was going to be sold (back to his old owner who is a sadistic fuck) her thought was good, he deserves it and all he did was break her heart and not want to be a slave anymore and kept something he knew would destroy you (which yeah, keeping that secret furthered his cause but still…) and I just????? Have???? No words???? Like girl you have a RIGHT to be PISSED but jfc that doesn’t equate to TORTURE.

• Ugh and then her whole ‘take me instead’ bullshit was so reminiscent of that Jules and Emma whipping scene from Lady Midnight I almost gagged for the level of cheese and martyr-syndrome

• Why is everyone described as “brown,” “golden brown,” or “tan”?! It’s like SJM is trying to not make everyone white but doesn’t want to fully commit…

• And was anyone uncomfortable/cringed at the ‘white angel wings are supreme to any wings with color’ bit....

• I hate books where the werewolves can talk outloud in human form. I cringed.

• Why was the calling people by their last name thing not consistent? I’ve read books before where characters flip between using another character’s first and last name, but there is context behind why they choose one or the other: the professional setting, if the person is happy or upset, who is being addressed, etc. But you’ll get Hunt calling Bryce “Bryce” and “Quinnland” within a sentence of each other? And literally every character did stuff like this. It was weird and not consistent at all.

Negatives About the Plot:

• This book really felt like three books in one: Part One (first 12ish%) being the day leading up to the Pack of Devil’s murder. And I do mean like every boring thing that happened. Part Two (the next 66ish%) being the murder investigation. Part Three (the last 22ish%) being where all the action occurred. The book felt like it couldn’t decide what it wanted to be. The summary promised a murder investigation so I was expecting it to be a KATE DANIELS-esque plot. But nothing of true importance really occurred during that investigation. We got some cool flashbacks with Danika, and some sweet moments between Hunt and Bryce…but that’s it. SJM isn’t Brandon with a Stormlight Archives (The Way of Kings) complicated interwoven plot. I think the book as whole would have been better if it was about 300 pages shorter.

• Nothing in the plot of true importance happened until the last 100 pages or so.

• I mean we literally got every single thing that happened during every single day of their investigation…it was….too much detail.

• When I got to 80% like every other chapter felt like the book should end. It could’ve ended on a cliffhanger. Like right after Hunt was found on that boat. But nope….

• Figures. SJM can’t have a main couple unless they both are super special. Did anyone else feel like she just recycled parts of ACOMAF in this book? Hunt: has wings and super special powers. Bryce: absorbs some super-fae juiced up power from a cauldron—er….I mean arch—to get extra powers and become the most super cool and super special fae in all existence because god forbid we have a heroine who isn’t the most physically powerful person ever. I mean, to hell with mental strength. Must be physically magically powerful or you��re no good!

• The only plot points that surprised me were the hunt being at the drug bust (because we got nothing from his povs that he was remotely interested in going back down that revolution road especially after his whole meeting with Briggs…still iffy with this one, because his thoughts in that cell sound like he actually was on board with it until he called it off because the drug is too dangerous but his call to the viper queen said she owed him a favor so…..) and Micah’s weird horn hard-on. Literally nothing else surprised me...

• I really though Reid would play a bigger role considering Bryce used to date him and is fam is responsible for that drug....but nope. The dude is like never even mentioned.

• Ugh...that villain speech. Maybe I'm just like...what's the point? Why not just zap the bitch why do you need to tell her your life story!?!?!

• Also let's be real, Danika's password never would have been allowed to be that simple nor remain unchanged for 2 years. But whatever.

• It’s also pretty cringe that Bryce freed Lele just for her to die…………..

• Why is Jesiba’s shop impenetrable (the building and cameras) until it’s convenient for it not to be…I mean it sounded like nothing could break into her building or the cameras but then… Micah just easily waltzed in there and Declan easily hacked into the security cameras….makes no sense but okayyyyyyy…..

• ....or about how the dog can teleport and undo locks until once again it's convenient for him not to be able to so she can dramatically save the day (look I also have issues with her valuing her pet's life over Lele's in that scene...also isn't the dog supposed to be like terrifying, it could've fought while her and Lele got out. not really sure how the water which delayed him like two seconds helped more than her dog would've....look, i love pets and i don't want him to die but i don't want Lele to die either!)

• Bryce and Hunt literally never have a talk about everything???? Like I get the world almost ended but neither of them had a thought like I know we need to talk about everything that happened on the boat. About if his love for Shahar trumps his love for me. But that can wait… Because those were all fears she had before but now vanished???? I get not wanted to have verbal talk but a thought from Bryce would’ve been nice.

• How can you run, carry a sword, and shoot a gun all at the same time? Still trying to figure out the logistics of that all....

• Why is SJM's adult book the least smutty thing she has written so far!?!?!?!?

• The love saves everyone and everything line is so fucking cheesy I can’t.

My Overall Feelings:

• The book couldn’t choose a plot. Did it want to be a crime book? Did it want to be ACOMAF? Who the fuck knows.

• This would have worked better as a TV series than a book. Especially that scene where Bryce is trying to save the city and everyone is just watching it happen on the jumbo screen at the summit. In book form it was just….weird….and felt disruptive...and someone could've started flying to help out. Plus I like watching shows with characters like Bryce but hate reading books with characters like her if that makes sense...

• Also if the summit is just between the leaders of CC then why did Sadriel have to be there? Why does it happen only every 10 years? Why does it have to take place outside of the city if no other leaders from other places are present?

• Why don’t we get a map of all of the other countries that were mentioned?

• This book was wayyyyyy too long. It would have been much better if it was reduced to 500ish pages instead.

• Also the character’s flip-flopped with their character development way too much. It wasn’t consistent.

• This is definitely one of the better SJM book’s I’ve read, but it won’t be one that I’ll reread. It is too long with too many boring bits in the middle.

• But hey! If you love SJM then you’ll probably love this book…

Content Warnings and Trigger Warnings: restricted eating, self-harm, drug use, alcohol consumption, implied rape, mentions of abusive relationships, suicidal thoughts, depression, emesis, slavery, terrorist attacks, grief, gun violence, death, murder, violence, torture

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#this review is so long it ran out of space on goodreads lol #book review #house of blood and earth spoilers #crescent city spoilers #crescent city #house of blood and earth #booksneedcaffeinetooblog

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rwbyvein · 5 years ago

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War of the Roses: Discovery - Part I

WBY: Walk into RWBY's room, only to find Ruby and Jaune in bed together.

Yang: What the hell are you doing with my sister?

Jaune: Okay, I just want you to know I had nothing to do with this.

Weiss: You expect us to believe that?

Ruby: He's telling the truth. I kept asking him until he wore down.

Jaune: I might... have trouble... saying no... to you girls...

Yang: What's so special about us?

Jaune: Oh, I don't know, maybe the only friends I've ever had... And you never ask anything of me... which kind of feeds into my inferiority complex...

Weiss: Are you trying to say you are the VICTIM here?

Jaune: Implying I did not really enjoy what we did. Because I did.

Ruby: That's an understatement.

Jaune: Coming from the living earth quake.

Yang: What if Ruby gets pregnant?!

Jaune: Con-doms?

Ruby: Come on, Yang, what do you take us for?

Yang: I guess it's about time that Ruby started... and she could do a lot worse than Vomit Boy.

Jaune: Thank you... I think...

Weiss: What do you mean it's about time Ruby started? Do you know how old she is?

Yang: . . .

Weiss: Withdrawn.

Yang: About the same age I started.

Weiss: Well, I suppose not everyone was as lonely and isolated as I was...

Yang: Blake?

Blake: I really don't know what to say.

Weiss: Well, I do. Why did it have to be in my bed?

Ruby: Yeah... you see... my bed... kind of has a weight limit...

Blake: She does have a point, there...

Weiss: Well, why did it have to be with my partner?

Ruby: Jealous?

Jaune: There's no need to insult her.

Yang: Alright, get your ass up here.

Jaune: My ass is still... you know...

Yang: The point is that it's not just you anymore. If you are with my sister, if you insult yourself?..

Jaune: I'm insulting Ruby!

Ruby: Yang! Stop that!

Yang: But...

Ruby: Jaune has enough problems as it is...

Blake: She does have a point there.

Ruby: *snuggles up to Jaune*

Ruby: You know how Jaune has treated us.

Yang: *sighs* Like a gentleman...

Weiss: Snow Angel?

Yang: If you weren't so much of an ice queen you'd realize it was a compliment. He did LITERALLY call you an angel.

Blake: A cool beauty come down from heaven... or Atlas, as it were.

Weiss: Yes, yes, fascinating. But why are they still in my bed?

Jaune: Because *points at his crotch covered by the sheets*

Weiss: *turns red and turns around*

Jaune: And the rest of you?

Blake: *blushes and turns away*

Jaune: Yang?

Yang: *looking eagerly*

Jaune: Only if you return the favour.

Yang: Tempting offer.

Ruby: Yaaaang.

Yang: Alright, alright. *turns around*

* * *

Weiss: *snuggles into her bed*

Weiss: *nostrils filled with the scent of Jaune and Ruby as they...*

Weiss: *blushes and hides under the covers*

Weiss: *which just made the smell stronger*

Weiss: *breathes in deeply*

Weiss (internally): This is hardly the way an Atlasian heiress should act.

Weiss (internally): I am completely blameless for this. It was them that used by bed without permission.

Weiss: *breathes in deeply*

* * *

Ruby (internally): And apparently she's at it again.

* * *

Jaune and Ruby: *sitting on Weiss' bed*

Ruby: Something... we need... to talk about...

Jaune: Considering we're on Weiss' bed, I figured there was something else on your mind.

Ruby: Oh, it is, don't worry, but... last night... Weiss...

Jaune: Hm?

Ruby: She... well... played with herself... all night...

Jaune: . . .

Ruby: Say something?

Jaune: I feel like anything I could say would just incriminate me.

Ruby: What's that supposed to mean? Jaune? *waves her hand in his face* You're imaginging it, aren't you?

Jaune: I reserve my right to non-self-incrimination.

Ruby: If she got you all juiced up, let's do it.

* * *

Ruby: *hears Weiss rustling in the bed below her*

Ruby: *sends Weiss a picture of a shirtless Jaune*

Weiss: *continues with renewed vigor*

* * *

Weiss: *stares out into the dark room in shock and horror*

* * *

Weiss: *grabs Ruby's hand and pulls her off to the side*

Weiss: Why... on Remnant?..

Ruby: Did you enjoy yourself?

Weiss: That's not the point.

Ruby: It kind of is. I don't know if you know this, but I could hear you...

Weiss: *turns red*

Ruby: All night. So, yeah, we're even.

Weiss: We are hardly even... if you get to...

Ruby: Careful Weiss, if you finish that sentence... I might let you...

Weiss: You wouldn't...

Ruby: *wide smile*

Weiss: But what about Jaune?

Ruby: You are his Snow Angel, after all.

Weiss: *full face flush and looks about*

Ruby: *grabs Weiss' face, forcing her to look Ruby in the eyes*

Ruby: *kisses Weiss*

Ruby: *pulls away*

Ruby: *kisses Weiss on the forehead*

Ruby: You know we trust you. You know we love you. So?..

Weiss: I don't know how you can propose something so scandalous.

Ruby: Probably because I've never had to worry about scandals. But, you can't deny...

Ruby: *puts her hand on Weiss' stomach*

Weiss: I can deny it all I want... it doesn't make it true...

Ruby: Did you think your team mates would tattle to your father?

Weiss: No...

Ruby: JNPR?

Weiss: Haven forbid...

Ruby: *wraps her hand around Weiss' back*

Ruby: *looks at her questioningly*

Weiss: You are infuriating, you know that?

Weiss: *kisses Ruby on the forehead*

Ruby: The teachers at Signal said the same thing.

Weiss: Because it's true.

Weiss: *kisses her on the cheek*

Weiss: I am TERRIFIED about everything we are doing here... But I trust you...

Weiss: *kisses the other cheek*

Weiss: And we both know that he doesn't have the brains to be deceptive...

Ruby: *kisses her on the lips*

Ruby: We both know that's not true.

Weiss: I'm just nervous... and I tend to get... snappy when I'm nervous and...

Ruby: *kisses her on the lips*

Ruby: We all know how prickly you can be. But you are just as cuddly... and adorable...

Weiss: Not as adorable as you are. And perhaps we should continue this some other time.

Ruby: I know just the place.

* * *

Jaune: *walks into RWBY's room*

Jaune: *sees Ruby and Weiss sitting on Weiss' bed*

Jaune: *turns to walk away*

Ruby: Nope.

Jaune: *pauses*

Ruby: Nope.

Jaune: *turns towards them, looking questionably*

Weiss: Are you going to leave your ladies waiting?

#rwby #war of the roses #jaune arc #ruby rose #weiss schnee

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silverlightqueen · 6 years ago

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fratboy!Jungkook (bc I guess I’m a slut for fratboy!BTS) and player!reader - smut, slight fluff

Word Count - 8.4k+

Summary - Jungkook teaches you a lesson and you get more than you bargained for after a party at his frat house...

Warnings - smut, smut and more smut! dom!Kook, oral, dirty talk, intercourse, thigh riding, fingering, overstimulation, slight exhibitionism

a/n: so I’ve been writing this for a while. I think I might do a part 2, just to wrap it up a bit, bc I don’t see this really turning into a series, but I’ll see how I feel lol. Please tell me what you think, I’d love feedback, and check out my other work in my masterlist 💕

One thing I get asked on a daily basis is how I maintain the lifestyle I live. And it’s a simple answer. It’s my lifestyle, and it has been for as long as I can remember. It’s not hard to maintain when it’s all I’ve ever known. It might seem like a lot of effort, but I enjoy it. It’s fun, carefree and easy. It’s a simple escape from the stresses of everyday life. And what is my lifestyle you ask? The easiest way to describe it, I guess, is the female version of a fuckboy. A fucklady, if you will. I lead boys on, sleep with them, and then don’t text them back, to put it simply. And you might think from that sentence that I’m a shitty person, right? Just like that fuckboy that broke your heart a couple years ago, yeah? But I’m actually a decent person, if I say so myself. I just… I get a kick out of the power I hold over all these attractive boys, knowing they’ll fuck with me regardless of what they’ve heard. And I guess it’s affected me watching my friends and sisters get their hearts broken by toxic fuckboys. So I want revenge, and revenge is a dish best served cold. But, one day, I got played at my own game, and got my ass handed to me, by the last person I ever would’ve expected. Jeon fucking Jungkook.

‘Hey, Jeon, right?’ I ask the boy awkwardly stood in the corner, holding a half empty beer bottle in his hand. ‘Um, yeah. Can I, uh, help you, y/n?’ he asks, stumbling over his words, and I supress a smile at his flustered state. His eyes trawl over my body, taking in my black lace up bodysuit under a pair of nude tie-waist tailored shorts, black velvet heels on my feet and my hair cascading down my back in big, bouncy curls. When his eyes meet mine, a light blush tinges his cheeks out of embarrassment of being caught checking me out. ‘You’re one of the brothers, right? Of this frat?’ I ask, and he nods, blinking rapidly. He’s cute, I guess, in a ’15-year-old school anime club member’ kinda way. But definitely not the type of boy I’d fuck with. I like a challenge; the boys I go for are more like ‘hot guy who I met at his yacht party and drives a Rolls Royce’ or ‘college student that lives off Cheetos and red bull’. Definitely not boys like Jeon Jungkook. I’d chew him up, spit him out, and walk over the crumbs. It’s a shame, but it’s true. ‘Do you mind showing me to the bedroom at the end of the first floor corridor? Park Jimin asked me to meet him in there,’ I ask, showing him my phone screen, the text from Jimin clear as day. ‘Oh, uh, yeah, sure,’ he stutters, pulling away from the wall and leading me towards the stairs.

‘So, I don’t think I’ve seen you before. What course do you take?’ I ask him over the music as we head up the stairs, the volume considerably lower here than down on the bottom floor. ‘I, uh, do the same course as you do. I’m, um, in the same, uh, class as you,’ he says, and I wince out of embarrassment. ‘God, I’m so sorry. You probably know what I’m like, though. So caught up in my own world, and my friends, and gossip,’ I say, and I see him nodding, his back turned to me. I realise that he’s quite well-built, his shoulders broad and his arms straining against his white t-shirt, thighs thick in his blue ripped jeans. ‘Have you prepared your presentation for next week’s seminar, Jungkook?’ I ask, following him down the corridor now, impossibly long. ‘Uh, yeah. Have you?’ he asks, over his shoulder. ‘Yeah. I decided to do it on animal cruelty. I mean, it’s totally gross that loads of designers still use animal fur in their clothes. It’s disgusting. I had to stop shopping at Balmain when I found out they use real fur. It’s, like, totally disgusting,’ I say as we reach the door. ‘Make sure you say hi in our next lecture. I’m always looking to make new friends,’ I say, and he nods again. I turn and open the door, Jungkook still hovering behind me. Jimin lies across the bed, another girl sprawled over the top of him, both of them looking up when I walk in. I smile amusedly as Jimin pushes the girl off him, staring up at me in embarrassment. ‘y/n, I-’ he begins, but I cut him off with a smile, ‘Having fun, Jimin?’ ‘y/n, I’m sorry. I got bored. I’ve been waiting for you for, like, two hours,’ he says, and I grin. ‘Two and a half, actually. Two hours and 33 minutes, if we’re being precise,’ I smile. ‘I’m sorry,’ he repeats, the girl collecting up her clothes in a huff, barging past me in just her underwear. ‘Oh, don’t apologise, babe. You can make it up to me another time, right?’ I say, closing the door with a grin.

I turn around to see Jungkook still stood there. ‘Oh, sorry, I’ll just…’ he says awkwardly, turning to go. ‘No, wait, Jungkook!’ I call, watching him turn back around to look at me shyly. ‘Are you hungry?’ I ask. ‘I guess I could, uh, eat,’ he replies, and I smile. ‘How about we go get some food?’ I offer, intrigued by this boy who hasn’t tried to make a move on me yet. ‘Don’t you wanna stay here?’ he asks, and I roll my eyes. ‘With the stoners and drunkards and horny bastards downstairs? No, thanks. I’d rather get food,’ I reply, walking past him down the corridor, hearing him follow behind me. ‘Where from?’ he asks. ‘Wherever you want, babe. You choose,’ I say. ‘We could go to, uh, McDonald’s? There’s one just around the corner,’ he offers, and I smile back at him. ‘Perfect. Shall I get an Uber?’ I ask. ‘I’ll drive,’ he offers as we reach the top of the stairs, and I turn to eye the beer bottle in his hand. ‘This is my first one,’ he says, and I grin, heading down the stairs. I can feel eyes on me and I take Jungkook’s hand in mine, leading him through the throng into the kitchen. ‘Hey, y/n,’ I hear a familiar voice call when I step into the room, and I turn to smile at the boy. ‘Hey, Hoseok,’ I say, Jungkook following me in, the older boy’s eyes landing first on his dongsaeng, and then on his hand in mine. ‘Hey, Kook. You guys, uh, busy?’ he asks, eyeing my figure. I give him a small grin and brush a piece of hair back from my face. ‘We’re just going to get some food, but I’ll make time for you soon,’ I say, and he nods with a small smile. I’ve hooked up with Hoseok a few times, and he’s one of the only boys I’ve been willing to see more than once, Jimin being another of those boys. Poor guy. ‘See you soon, babe,’ I say, walking past him without another glance, pulling Jungkook behind me.

We head out of the kitchen and into the garden, walking past a group of boys smoking weed and a couple making out against the fence. ‘Jihyo!’ I call, my roommate looking up from where she’s playing cards at a garden table. ‘I’m going to get food with Jungkook, I’ll see you back at the apartment, okay?’ I call, and she nods, going back to her game without another glance, used to me heading back early with different boys. We head back up towards the house and the couple making out against the fence break apart. ‘Hey, y/n!’ the boy calls, the girl looking up at Seokjin in annoyance. ‘Oh, hey, Jin. How are you?’ I ask, memories of some of our previous nights flooding into my mind. ‘I’m good. You two going home together?’ he asks, eyeing us. ‘Oh, no, we’re just going to get food,’ I reply, Jungkook silent behind me, his hand still in my firm grip. ‘Well, hit me up if you want to,’ he says, the girl in his arms moving from his grip in anger, stomping away. ‘Aww, you’re sweet, Jin. Thanks,’ I reply, turning on my heel and pulling Jungkook behind me. ‘y/n! You want a hit, babe?’ a voice calls as I walk past the boys smoking weed. My eyes lock with Taehyung’s, and I smile at the stoner boy I’ve messed around with a few times. ‘Hey, Tae,’ I reply, holding my empty hand out for the joint in his hand. I take a hit, feeling Tae’s eyes travel from me to Jungkook. ‘Kook, huh? I’m surprised. I thought you were gonna hit me up tonight,’ he says honestly, and I grin at him. ‘You’re cute, Tae. I’ll hit you up when I feel like it, though, alright?’ I say, and he grins as I hand him back the joint, already feeling a hint of the numb tranquillity that the weed brings on. ‘You got it, babe,’ he calls after me as I walk away, dragging Jungkook along behind me.

As we head out the gate, I walk head first into Namjoon. ‘y/n, where have you been hiding away all night? I was looking for you,’ he says with a grin. Namjoon is basically the king here, adored and loved by students and teachers alike, head of the frat, acing his classes and leading the football team to victory every match. He’s even managed to charm me into bed with him a few times. ‘You couldn’t have been looking hard enough,’ I reply with a smile, noticing the girl stood behind him. ‘You look like you’ve been busy,’ he says, eyeing Jungkook, and I laugh. ‘We’re going for food. You on the other hand…’ I trail off, smiling at the girl behind him who hides behind her hair, obviously a naïve freshman that’s fallen for Joon’s charms. ‘You caught me. Maybe we’ll spend some time together at the next party?’ he offers, and I nod with a grin, brushing past him. ‘Where’s your car?’ I ask Jungkook. ‘It’s the black Mercedes there, next to the Audi,’ he says, someone stepping out of the Audi as the words leave his mouth. ‘Well. If it isn’t the princess herself,’ Yoongi says, grinning at me as a girl climbs out of the backseat of his car, embarrassed. ‘Long time no see, Yoongi,’ I reply with a smile. ‘You and Jungkook, huh?’ he asks, speaking as if the boy isn’t even there. ‘Don’t get jealous. You know there’s always a special place in my heart for you,’ I reply. ‘I would’ve thought my special place in your body was somewhere else,’ he replies, and I laugh. ‘Not today, Yoongi. Soon though, don’t worry. I haven’t forgotten you, babe,’ I say, and he grins. ‘Have fun, you two,’ he says as Jungkook pulls open the passenger side door for me. ‘We will,’ I reply, climbing in. Jungkook gets into the driver’s seat beside me, starting up the car wordlessly.

‘Do you have a girlfriend, Jungkook?’ I ask, and he coughs in surprise at my sudden question, driving down the driveway. ‘Um, no, I don’t,’ he replies. ‘Why not?’ I ask. ‘I just haven’t found the right, uh, girl, I guess,’ he replies, and I nod at his reply. ‘What about you? Do you, uh, have a boyfriend?’ he asks, and I grin. ‘Well, I thought you would’ve noticed, but no, I don’t,’ I say, and he cracks a small smile. ‘I didn’t want to be rude and assume,’ he says. ‘You didn’t want to assume that I’d been cheating on said hypothetical boyfriend?’ I ask, and he nods with a light laugh. ‘I might come across as trash, but I would never cheat on a boy. That’s why I haven’t committed to anyone. That, and the sex isn’t good enough,’ I say. ‘So, my hyungs…?’ he trails off, and I laugh. ‘They’re good, don’t get me wrong, but not mind-numbingly good. Not good enough for me to give it all up. Not to mention Jimin being scared of me outside of the bedroom, Hoseok probably being a walking STD, Jin being the male version of myself, Tae being permanently too high to see straight, let alone fuck me well enough, Namjoon being the most desired boy to walk the corridors of your frat, and Yoongi being a certified criminal,’ I say, and Jungkook laughs. ‘That’s the best way to sum them up, I guess,’ he says as we pull up at McDonald’s. ‘So,’ he asks, ‘drive-through or eat-in?’

‘God, I’m so full, Kook,’ I groan as we pull up outside my apartment block, the engine idling. ‘I’m not surprised. You ate a lot,’ he says, and I roll my eyes. ‘You ate more,’ I retort, and he rolls his eyes. We spent an hour in McDonald’s, eating and chatting. Jungkook opened up after a while, and I realised he’s actually a really nice guy, witty and sweet. But, unfortunately, the nice guy just isn’t my thing. But, still, he intrigues me, and I get the sudden urge to invite him in. So I do. ‘Um, why?’ he asks, and I roll my eyes again. ‘Why not? The night’s still young. We could watch a film, or something,’ I say, and he hesitates. ‘I don’t bite, Kook,’ I say, and he sighs. ‘Okay,’ he gives in and we climb out of the car, heading into the building. We take the lift in a comfortable silence, heading into our darkened apartment. I slip off my heels, Jungkook slipping off his black velvet Puma x Fenty Creepers as he shuts the door behind him. ‘Make yourself comfortable, get yourself a drink from the kitchen, watch the TV. Help yourself to whatever, I’m just going to the toilet,’ I say, heading into the bathroom. I sit down on the toilet, contemplating why I’ve invited him back to my apartment despite him having absolutely no kind of interest in me in any sort. Friendship wise, maybe, but definitely not sexually. I’m surprised he even agreed to get food with me after seeing the way I treated his hyungs, let alone come back to my apartment. He’s definitely a confusing guy. When I go back into the living room, he’s watching a football match on the TV. ‘Football? Really? You’re just as bad as Jihyo,’ I joke, taking a seat beside him. ‘We can watch something else if you like,’ he offers, handing me the remote, and I sigh. ‘God, Jeon Jungkook, stop being such a pushover. Have a backbone, will you?’ I complain, and then the tables turn completely.

He pushes me down onto the sofa, his body hovering over me and his face a few inches from mine. ‘A pushover, huh? Is that what you think I am? God, y/n, I’d heard you were sly and cunning and clever, that you could read people easily, but you disproved that with me. I think you need to be taken down a few pegs, don’t you?’ he says, his voice low and confident, his eyes not breaking contact with mine. My mouth moves but no words come out, seeing as I’m in complete shock. ‘Speechless now, are we, darling? You’ve had an awful lot to say all evening, why not now?’ he asks, one hand holding himself up, the other ghosting down the side of my body. ‘Kook, I’m confused,’ I whisper. ‘You thought you’d walk all over me, right? You thought I was scared and intimidated by you, huh? You thought wrong, babe. I’m not wrapped around your finger like my hyungs are,’ he says before moving off me, standing up beside the sofa. ‘Bedroom. Now,’ he instructs, and I practically jump up off the sofa, heading towards the bedroom. Jungkook follows behind, shutting the door behind us, turning on the lamp that sits on my desk, setting a dim warm glow over the room. ‘You’re such a bad girl, y/n. Prancing around in these tight and skimpy clothes, being unsure of my name, making me take you up to Jimin hyung so you could hook up with him, not even knowing I was in your class. So rude to my hyungs, playing them like fools. They can’t see through you like I can, darling. You need someone to teach you a lesson, need to be punished, don’t you?’ he says, his voice low and his appearance completely transformed, no longer a timid and stuttering boy, but a formidable and intimidating man. ‘Answer me when I ask you a question, y/n,’ he demands. ‘Yes, Kook, yes,’ I reply shakily, our eyes locked over the small gap between us.

‘On your knees, baby girl,’ he instructs, and I drop to my knees instantly. I admire him from my position on the floor, the white t-shirt tucked into the blue jeans, the designer belt holding them up around his tiny waist, dark chocolate locks spilling out onto his forehead, flawless vanilla skin. He walks over to me, the bulge in his jeans right in front of my face. I lick my lips in anticipation, and he chuckles. ‘Look at you, excited to have me in your mouth. Such a dirty girl,’ he growls, unzipping his jeans and pushing them midway down his thighs along with his boxers, his hardening length springing free against his t-shirt. He’s long and thick, his head swollen and red, already leaking precum. He takes his length into his vascular hand, pumping himself a few times, and I feel my mouth watering at the sight. He lets out a low groan as he pleases himself, his head tilting back, and I can feel the wetness pooling in my pants. ‘You ready, babe?’ he says, glancing down at me, and I nod, my lip caught between my mouth. I part my lips, ready, and he chuckles. ‘Go ahead, y/n. Show me why my hyungs love you so much,’ he says, his hand moving away, and I lick my lips with a grin.

I spit onto my hands and run them up and down his length before taking his head into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his tip, his salty precum tasting much better than the McDonald’s I’d just scoffed down, before pulling him back out with a pop. I place my tongue at the base of his length, licking up the vein until I reach his head again, the shaky breaths from him heavenly. ‘Stop teasing me, y/n,’ he growls, and I listen to him, taking him as far into my mouth as I can. He groans, head thrown back as he knots his hands into my hair, my head slowly bobbing up and down on his length. ‘Fuck, y/n, god,’ he groans as I increase my pace, my hands playing with his balls, saliva beginning to drip down my chin. ‘Your mouth’s so good, babe. No wonder my hyungs are so whipped for such a dirty, naughty girl. You don’t even call them your oppas, don’t call me your oppa. So naughty,’ he groans, his words only spurring me on further, my pace increasing. I hollow out my cheeks to try and fit more of him in but still, my lips are nowhere near his base. ‘Take me all the way in, y/n,’ he demands. ‘I can’t,’ I reply, my voice muffled, the vibrations of my words causing his abdomen to contract. ‘You can, and you will,’ he spits, deciding to take control. He begins thrusting into my mouth, his head hitting the back of my mouth, and I try to supress the gags that are forcing their way up my throat. I grip onto his strong thighs as he relentlessly thrusts into my mouth, trying to keep my head still as he makes a mess of me. His groans and grunts go straight to my core, and one of my hands travels down to between my legs, rubbing through the material of my shorts and bodysuit to try to find some kind of release. ‘Fuck, y/n, I’m gonna cum,’ he groans, his thrusts increasing in speed and force, my eyes beginning to water. I try to stop from moaning around his length, knowing it’ll only get me into trouble, as he twitches in my mouth. I look up at him through my eyelashes, and his eyes lock with mine. ‘Fuck, baby, you look so good choking on my cock,’ he says, his vulgar words making my moan, and then I feel his cum spurting against the back of my throat, our eyes still locked. He moans as he thrusts into my mouth, more of his release spilling into my mouth with each one, until he’s done. ‘Swallow it all, y/n,’ he instructs, my hands still rubbing at my core, and I swallow around him. He pulls out of my mouth and I part my lips, showing him my now empty mouth. He nods as he pulls up his boxers and jeans again, taking in the tears and saliva dripping down my mouth, before his eyes land on the hand between my legs.

‘Are you touching yourself, darling?’ he asks, and I nod with a moan. ‘Up,’ he demands, and I get up instantly. He takes a seat on my bed, his back against the headboard, and pats his thigh. I sit on his thigh and he shakes his head. ‘Face the other way,’ he says, so I turn, my reflection in my floor to ceiling wall staring back at me in the dim light. ‘Such a dirty girl, aren’t you, y/n? Touching yourself while you’re supposed to be pleasing me? That desperate, are you, baby? Well, you can please yourself now,’ he says, his mouth at my neck, eyes locked with mine in the mirror. ‘Go ahead, babe, ride my thigh,’ he prompts, the dirty words going straight to my core, and I don’t think twice, instantly beginning to grind down on his strong thigh. I lean one hand on the bed for support, Jungkook’s vascular hands on my waist, our eyes still locked in the mirror. ‘Faster, baby girl. I wanna hear how good you feel,’ he says, and I let out a moan as I grind down on his thigh, my head thrown back. He flexes his thigh suddenly, the feeling having me moaning out his name, and then I hear the front door being unlocked, knowing it must be Jihyo. I stop moving, ready to do what I always do when Jihyo gets back, which is kick the boy out, but I hesitate with Jungkook.

‘Did I tell you to stop, babe?’ the boy asks, his low voice sending shivers through me, and I begin grinding down on his thigh again, still able to feel him through my shorts, bodysuit and pants, and when his mouth begins pulling at the skin of my neck, my head falls back onto his shoulder. ‘Fuck, Kook, feels so good,’ I moan quietly, and he chuckles at my neck. ‘Louder, babe, I don’t care if your roommate hears,’ he growls, his hands beginning to guide me, flexing his thigh every few seconds. ‘Fuck, Jungkook!’ I shout out, and he grins. ‘That’s more like it, baby,’ he says, pleasure coursing through my veins. ‘I want you to cum, y/n,’ he growls into my neck, and I moan at his words, his hands moving my waist back and forth. ‘Look at yourself,’ he says, and I do as he says, seeing the way my lips are parted and swollen, my face glowing with perspiration, my hair a curly mess around my face. ‘Look at you, babe, so fucked out, and all you’ve had is my thigh. So fucking beautiful. God, the thought of your roommate hearing you moan for me turns me on so much, fuck,’ he groans, my head falling back against his shoulder. Jungkook begins bouncing his thigh, the feeling pushing me over the edge, and I feel myself coming undone. ‘Fuck, Jungkook!’ I shout as my orgasm washes over me, my head still against his shoulder, and he moves me against his thigh slowly, waiting until I’ve come down from my high.

‘Such a good girl, so beautiful,’ he says as I climb off his thigh and off the bed. ‘Come here, baby girl,’ he says, pulling me closer towards him so I stand with my legs pressed up against the bed. His long fingers skilfully untie my shorts and I wonder how many times he’s done this before, seemingly experienced. He pushes them down my legs and I step out of them. ‘Wait. What’s this?’ he asks, pulling at my bodysuit, and I laugh, undoing the buttons between my legs. He grins up at me as he pulls it up over my head, leaving me in just my black lace underwear. ‘Look at this pretty underwear. Who was this for, huh, y/n? Jimin?’ he asks, and I shake my head. ‘Namjoon,’ I say, and he shakes his head. ‘You planned to fuck Namjoon, but you couldn’t find him, so you settled for Jimin?’ he asks. ‘No, it’s not like that. It was… Namjoon’s turn,’ I say, already knowing he’ll take the piss. ‘His turn? You keep track of who’s next?’ he asks, chuckling, and I have the graciousness to look embarrassed. ‘Well, I promise you, I’ll definitely be fucking up that schedule,’ he says, pulling me back down onto the bed. He pulls me in between his legs, my back against his chiselled torso, the two of us looking at each other in the mirror. ‘You’re so beautiful, baby. You shouldn’t give yourself to all these different boys, they don’t deserve you,’ he whispers, fingers lightly gliding up my legs and to my stomach, lips moving against the side of my neck, eyes still on mine in the mirror.

Without warning, one of his hands delves into my pants, one long finger sliding up my slit. I moan out, head back and eyes fluttering closed as he takes his hand back out. ‘Look at me, baby,’ he says, and I watch as he slips his finger into his mouth. The sight has my stomach tightening and I bite at my lip as he takes his finger back out of his mouth. He holds it up in front of my mouth and, obligingly, I part my lips, taking his finger in. He tastes amazing, something sweet with the aftertaste of beer and the caramel frappe we’d just shared. ‘You taste so good, babe, I wanna taste you,’ he says, watching as he takes his finger back out of my mouth. ‘Please, Kook,’ I moan, and he chuckles. ‘So needy, babe. Are you this needy for my hyungs, huh?’ he asks. ‘No, Jungkook, only you,’ I reply, and he grins at me. He turns my chin to face him and presses his lips to mine, our mouths instantly moving against each other, tongues sliding together. His hand travels down into my pants again and he plunges a finger between my folds. I moan into the kiss as he slowly pumps the finger in and out of me, curling it against my walls. He adds another finger a moment later, his thumb slowly beginning to circle my clit, the feeling numbing my mind. ‘Jungkook, more,’ I moan out against his lips, and he adds another finger, chuckling lowly into my mouth. He slowly builds his pace, breaking apart from me to watch me in the mirror, and my feet curl into the bedsheets, my hands gripping onto his strong thighs. His thumb presses down on my clit, his fingers pumping in and out of me, taking small intervals to spread my slick around my folds before delving straight back in again. After one particularly satisfying curl of his fingers, my head falls into the curve of his neck, my mouth open in a loud moan of his name, my nails digging into the flesh of his thighs through his jeans, and he hisses, his movements stopping.

‘Ah, babe, your nails,’ he says breathlessly. ‘Sorry,’ I say, my hands relaxing instantly, and he laughs. ‘Don’t be, I like it,’ he replies against my ear, his fingers beginning again. All too soon, I feel myself hurtling towards my orgasm once more, my legs twitching as I continue clutching onto his thighs. ‘Jungkook, I’m gonna cum,’ I moan, and he stops his movements. ‘You wanna cum, babe?’ he asks, and I nod at him in the mirror, putting on my most innocent face. ‘Words, baby girl,’ he prompts with a sly grin, and I discard my pride. ‘Yes, Jungkook, please, your fingers feel so good,’ I reply, and he lets out a low moan beside my ear at my words. ‘Then fuck yourself on my hand until you do, babe,’ he growls shamelessly, his words rushing straight to my core, and without even thinking about it, I begin grinding down onto his hand, the pads of his fingers scraping against my walls, his thumb being pushed against my clit. ‘Fuck, y/n, you look so hot fucking yourself on my fingers. Shit, I’ll cum in my pants at this rate,’ he groans, eyes darting up and down my body in the mirror, my head tilted back against his shoulder as I grind down against him. ‘Fuck, Jungkook, I’m gonna cum,’ I nearly scream, my exclamation punctuated by a shout from Jihyo, ‘Can you two keep it down in there?’ I fall still on his hand, and he chuckles. ‘I didn’t fucking tell you stop, y/n. If you don’t start fucking yourself on my hand again, I’ll have you hump your fucking pillow instead,’ he growls into my ear, his crude words making me resume my movements. Only seconds later, I can feel myself coming undone, shouting out his name uncontrollably. ‘Fuck you, y/n, you freaky bitch!’ I hear Jihyo shout followed by the slamming of the front door, indicating she’s gone out, the two of us laughing lightly. ‘Good girl, y/n. Fuck, my hand’s soaked,’ he says, pulling his hand out from my saturated pants and licking his fingers clean. ‘God, you taste so fucking good,’ he groans, eyes closed, and head tilted back.

He looks so beautiful, and I can’t believe I doubted his appearance earlier. His silky hair is now pasted down with perspiration, his dark eyes dilated and sparkling, his skin glowing in the dim light. He’s completely transformed into a new person, someone that definitely coincides with my type of guy. ‘Think you’re ready for me, babe?’ he asks, less of a question than a challenge, and I nod at him in the mirror, the feral grin that appears on his face doing unimaginable things to me. ‘How do you want me, Kook?’ I ask, and he ponders this for a moment, tugging his lower lip between his teeth, the sight making my stomach clench in lust. ‘Are you up for something… different?’ he asks with a smile, my eyebrow raising in amusement. ‘What kind of different?’ I ask, and his smile widens. ‘Have you tried standing up before?’ he asks, and I roll my eyes. ‘Obviously,’ I reply, and his smile grows even more, if that’s possible. ‘Then this shouldn’t be too hard for you,’ he says, both of us climbing up from the bed. He pulls his t-shirt up over his head as I unzip his jeans, pushing them down his legs, watching as he steps out of them, pulling off his socks in the process too. His body is a masterpiece, all flawlessly tanned skin and hard muscles, tiny waist and broad chest, strong thighs and built arms. ‘Okay, how have I not noticed you before? You’re, like, the best-looking guy I’ve seen in my life,’ I say, and he chuckles, becoming slightly embarrassed. ‘Honestly, Kook, I’m not kidding. You’re so goddamn good-looking, and your body is fantastic. And you’re actually a great person too, not a superficial walking dick like most of the boys here,’ I say, and he shakes his head. ‘Don’t be ridiculous. I’m nothing compared to you,’ he says, motioning to my body, and my jaw drops open. ‘Are you kidding me? You’re gorgeous. I’m literally fucking swooning over you,’ I say, and he laughs embarrassedly, scratching the back of his neck. ‘Stop, you flatter me too much. And besides, every guy on campus would kill to get into your pants, y/n. You’re like some sort of goddess around here,’ he says, and I roll my eyes with a small smile. ‘Okay, as much as I’d like to convince you that you’re an otherworldly looking guy, I really don’t want to get stuck in a compliment battle when we’re literally about to fuck,’ I say, and he lets out a laugh.

I step towards him, getting up on my tiptoes and pressing my lips to his, feeling him smiling against my mouth as his hands appear at the clasp of my bra. He expertly flicks it open, pulling it off me, and his large, calloused hands appear at my breasts, rolling my nipples in his fingers. I moan out against his mouth and he grins before pulling away. ‘Best noise I’ve ever heard. You’re gonna have to send me a voice note of you moaning, baby girl, because I really don’t think there’s anything I’d rather listen to,’ he says, and I laugh at his words. ‘Have you got condoms?’ he asks, and I nod, pulling one out of my bedside table. I pull his boxers down to his ankles, ripping open the package as he steps out of the material. I roll the condom down onto his hard length, his breathing hitching in his throat at the contact, and he pumps himself as I pull my pants off. He turns me around so I face the mirror, the tall boy stood behind me, and we lock eyes in the mirror. ‘If this hurts or it’s uncomfortable, tell me straight away, okay?’ he says, and I nod as he moves as close as he possibly can. ‘Bend your leg up to your chest, babe,’ he says, and I do so, one of his arms snaking around me to hold it in place from under the knee. ‘Ready?’ he asks, and I nod, heat pulsating in anticipation. We both watch hungrily in the mirror as he slowly slides his length all the way in to me, the feeling of being more full than ever before having me moaning out. ‘Fuck, y/n, stop clenching, I’m gonna fucking cum straight away,’ he says, and I try to relax my muscles, getting used to the feeling of him inside me. ‘Can I move?’ he asks, and I nod eagerly. He slowly begins thrusting in and out of me, one hand digging into my waist and the other holding my leg up. We both let out low moans and groans, watching the lewd actions in the mirror with keen eyes, but it’s not long before I’m impatient and wanting him to speed up. ‘Faster, Jungkook,’ I urge, and he chuckles. ‘So much for me thinking I’ll be a gentlemanly and start slowly,’ he says, not giving me a chance to reply before he pulls almost the entire way out. With a rough thrust, he slams all the way back into me, and I let out a loud cry of his name, head falling back onto his shoulder. Again and again, he fucks me from behind, his thrusts hard and fast, his hips snapping up against my back. Moans and whimpers of his name repeatedly fall from between my lips, tears beginning to form in the corners of my eyes at the intense pleasure.

‘Look at you, screaming my name like a desperate slut when you didn’t even know it a couple hours ago. Letting me fuck this tight pussy after choking on my cock like a good little girl. You’re such a good girl for me, y/n. Not like this for other boys, are you?’ he asks, his words mixed with his cock filling me up repeatedly having my slick dripping down my leg, the image clear as day in the mirror. ‘Answer my fucking question, y/n,’ he growls, not letting up with the furious pace, and I can feel myself already nearing my third orgasm of the night. ‘No, Jungkook, only you,’ I moan out, the pornographic images in the mirror having me nearly at the edge. ‘Jungkook, I’m gonna cum,’ I cry out after a particularly hard thrust, feeling the knot in my stomach tightening considerably. ‘Not until I say you can,’ he says, his voice strained from the effort of holding me and himself up, but unfortunately, I’m unable to exercise any kind of self-control. I hit my orgasm with a scream of his name, shaking in his arms, and he continues to relentlessly thrust into me, even after I’ve come down from my high. ‘Only a minute ago, I was saying how good you were, and now you go and disobey me?’ he says, his words interrupted by low groans, our eyes locked in the mirror as he slows down slightly. ‘Sorry, Kook,’ I say shakily, my breathing laboured, and he grins. ‘I’ll make you sorry,’ he says before his pace increases again, even faster than it was before.

The overstimulation kicks in, my sensitivity having tears pouring down my face. ‘Jungkook, I can’t,’ I cry out, my weakening body falling back against his. ‘You wanted to be a greedy slut and cum before I let you, so this is your punishment. Take it like a good girl, and I might be nice,’ he growls, his head of his cock repeatedly hitting the soft spongy part inside me. ‘Rub yourself,’ he prompts, watching me in the mirror, and I know he’s revelling in my wrecked appearance, knowing he’s the cause of the tears falling down my flushed face. ‘I can’t,’ I breathe out, and his grip on my waist tightens. ‘I’m not gonna fucking tell you again, y/n. Rub your fucking clit like the slut you are,’ he spits out and one of my hands begins rubbing slowly at my clit, not daring to disobey him again. ‘That’s a good girl,’ he says with a smile, and I can feel myself nearing my orgasm already, surprised he doesn’t seem close as well. His pace is relentless, hips repeatedly snapping up to my back, filling me up to bursting point. The only sound in the room is our moans and skin slapping against skin, the smell of sex stronger than I’ve ever encountered before. The mixed sensations of him fucking me and my hand rubbing slowly at my clit have me moaning every few seconds, sounding more like a porn star than ever. ‘I’m close, y/n,’ he says, the hand that’s on my waist slapping my hand away and taking its spot, only his pace and much faster than mine, hand furiously rubbing at my clit. ‘Fuck, Jungkook!’ I scream out, head falling back onto his shoulder, his mouth right beside my ear so I can hear all of his moans and grunts at full volume, the sounds only pushing me closer to the edge. ‘Cum for me, y/n,’ he prompts, and almost as though my body is hanging on his every word, my orgasm washes over me. I scream out his name at top volume, body convulsing against him, and he reaches his orgasm then, moaning out my name, continuing to thrust into me as his hand rubs at my clit. Once he’s come down from his high, he pulls out of me slowly, the feeling of emptiness having me shivering as he puts down my leg. He pulls off his now full condom and throws it away as I lay down on the bed, breathing heavily after having four orgasms.

‘Hold on, babe, don’t get comfortable. I’m not done with you yet,’ he says from where he stands beside the bed, grinning down at me. ‘What?’ I breathe out, confused as he settles himself on the bed between my legs, lying on his front. ‘I’m a perfectionist, and it physically pains me to leave your orgasms at such an… odd number,’ he says with a smirk. ‘Four’s even,’ I say pointedly, wondering if he has memory loss. ‘I know, but five is just so much better, don’t you think?’ he says, looking up at me with a grin as he pulls my legs apart, licking his lips at the sight of my glistening core, soaked with my multiple releases. ‘Jungkook. I can’t take anymore,’ I sigh as he leaves open mouthed kisses up my thighs. ‘But you’ve been handling it so well, you’ve been so good for me,’ he says, slowly pushing a finger between my folds. ‘Please, Jungkook, I can’t,’ I whine out, the overstimulation all too much as he pumps in and out of me slowly. ‘Listen to me, y/n. I am gonna eat your sweet little pussy until I’ve had enough, and you are gonna cum on my tongue like the good little slut you are. Understand?’ he growls, looking up at me in the dim light, and I nod, his words persuading me instantly. ‘Yes, Jungkook,’ I reply, and he grins. He doesn’t waste any time, licking a stripe up my slit as his finger continues pumping in and out of me. ‘Ah, Jungkook,’ I breathe out, the weakness of the overstimulation beginning to ebb away, replaced by waves of pleasure washing over me. His finger disappears, replaces by his tongue dipping between my folds, lapping up my slick. ‘You taste so fucking good, y/n, better than any other girl I’ve tasted,’ he praises, the vibrations of his words against my pussy having me moaning. He laps at my core like he hasn’t eaten for days, moans and whimpers falling from between my lips every few seconds. My fingers tangle into his dark silky locks, pulling him as close as possible, head thrown back into the pillow, feet digging in to the mattress. I can feel his eyes scanning me as his mouth works wonders at my core, my orgasm drawing ever closer. ‘Fuck, Jungkook, more,’ I moan, and I feel him grin against me. ‘Complaining that you couldn’t handle anymore a minute ago, and now look at you. Begging for more, like a greedy little slut,’ he chuckles before three of his fingers push into me, curling inside me deliciously. ‘Yes, Jungkook, feels so good,’ I cry out, tears streaming down my face now, and he begins sucking at my clit, fingers pumping in and out of me rapidly. ‘Fuck, Kook, I’m gonna cum,’ I moan out, and he speeds up even more. ‘Come on, y/n, cum for me,’ he says, his fingers disappearing, replaced by his mouth, tongue furiously lapping at me, lips tugging at my folds. His fingers and tongue dip in and out of my folds, my moans loud and frequent, and when his nose begins nudging against my clit, I feel myself coming undone. ‘Cum for me, baby girl,’ he urges, and my orgasm washes over me as I scream out his name.

Once I’ve come down from my high, I look down at Jungkook to see him licking off his fingers appreciatively. ‘You did so well, babe,’ he praises, getting up from between my legs and pulling his boxers back on. ‘Where do you keep your towels?’ he asks, and I take a few deep breath before answering, weak and exhausted. ‘In the cupboard under the sink in my en suite,’ I reply, pointing to the door. He disappears for a moment, coming back with a towel. He wipes my face clean of the sweat first, then my chest, before cleaning between my legs. I smile at him weakly, too tired to speak. ‘Go to the toilet now, babe, then you can sleep,’ he says, and I shakily climb out of the bed, knees weak. I go for a quick wee before washing my hands and splashing some water over my face. When I go back into the bedroom, Jungkook is standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. ‘You’re staying, right?’ I ask, throat hoarse, and he passes me the bottle of water sat atop my nightstand. ‘If you want me to,’ he says as I take a gulp from the bottle, handing it back appreciatively. ‘I do want you to. You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met. That was the best dick I’ve had in my life. I don’t want us to be a one-time thing,’ I say honestly, and he grins. ‘God, this is not how I thought tonight would go but it couldn’t have gone any better,’ he says, and I smile as he gets comfortable in my bed, leaning against the headboard with his eyes on me. I take a pair of clean pants out of my drawer, pulling them on, before picking up Jungkook’s white t-shirt from the floor. ‘Mind if I wear this?’ I ask, and he shakes his head with a lazy grin. I pull it over my head and climb into the bed with him.

‘Are you gonna leave in the morning? Like, early?’ I ask as we lie down, both on our sides, face to face. ‘Well, we have a lecture at 11 so we need to be up for that, and I want to shower and put on clean clothes,’ he says. ‘You can shower here. And Jihyo’s boyfriend leaves his clothes here all the time, I washed some of them yesterday. You can take some of his,’ I say, and laughs. ‘That eager to be with me, huh?’ he jokes, and I realise how desperate I sound. I don’t feel embarrassed by it, though. I’m actually relieved if I’m honest. Yes, I enjoy what I do, I get a kick out of it. But there was always that part of me that worried about myself. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have some kind of dark backstory. No cheating ex or anything. I just grew up in a loveless household. My parents hated each other, my siblings hated them, my parents didn’t show us much love, my siblings were in toxic relationships. I was the youngest, and growing up in a household that was empty of all love wasn’t weird for me because it was all I’d ever known. Not until I reached my last year of high school, and all my friends were in relationships, compared to me who’d never even had a crush, did I worry that it’d had some kind of psychological affect on me. But I supressed my worries and, when I started university, I acted on the only kind of impulses I’d ever felt; sexual ones. I’ve always tried to ignore the internal worries that I’m unable to love, but sometimes it gets too much. So to feel this way towards Jungkook, an attraction that isn’t purely physical, it excites me. Maybe I’m not so fucked up after all. ‘I am. I’ve never met anyone like you,’ I say again, and he smiles. ‘Same for you,’ he replies, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. ‘Okay, you really need to go to sleep now because we’ve got to wake up early and you must be tired,’ he says concernedly, and I laugh gently. ‘Don’t flatter yourself,’ I joke, and he chuckles. ‘I don’t have to, you did it for me,’ he replies, and I grin. ‘Touché,’ I laugh. ‘How do you sleep?’ he asks. ‘I’m a cuddler,’ I reply, and he grins. ‘Same,’ he says, pulling me towards him. I rest my head on his toned chest, my arm thrown over his torso, and his arms are around me. ‘Goodnight, y/n,’ he says, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. I smile contentedly before replying, ‘goodnight, Jungkook.’

‘Shall I tell you something?’ I say before spraying my face with setting spray, eyes and mouth closed. ‘I mean, it depends on what it is you want to tell me. A compliment or something, sure. You wanting me to get out of the house, no, no thank you,’ Jungkook says from where he’s lying across my bed in his jeans from last night and a Thrasher hoodie of Jihyo’s boyfriend’s. His hair is fluffy and soft after his brief shower this morning and he’s wearing his glasses that he went and got from his car ten minutes ago. ‘Shut up and just say yes,’ I say, inspecting my appearance in the mirror. I’m quite impressed with myself; Jungkook woke me up an hour ago and I’ve already showered and done a full face, as well as being dressed. I’m virtually ready to leave, and it’s only 10.14. ‘Yes,’ he says with a grin, watching me in the mirror. ‘When I saw you at the party yesterday, I thought you looked like a 15-year-old anime-club kid,’ I admit, and he lets out a loud surprised laugh, almost as though my words caught him off-guard. ‘I was thinking, that you were cute, but not really my type,’ I say. ‘What is your type?’ he asks intrigued. ‘Rich guy I met at his yacht party who drives a Rolls Royce, or college student that lives off Cheetos and Red Bull. But then, last night, when we… you know, I thought that you looked like the rich-yacht-Rolls Royce kinda guy. And now, you look like the college-Cheetos-Red Bull kinda guy. Like, you’re so versatile,’ I say, and he laughs again. ‘Get you a guy that can do all 3,’ Jungkook says, and I laugh before getting up from my vanity table. ‘Do you wanna grab a Starbucks or something before our lecture starts?’ I ask Jungkook, who nods, climbing up from the bed. And then I spot it.

My calendar, hanging on the wall beside my mirror. Today’s date having a note on it, written in black. Lecture’s at 10, not 11. ‘Jungkook,’ I say, pointing at the note. I watch him read it before his eyes meet mine. Both of us utter a word at the same time, the perfect word, one could say, for the ridiculously stupid situation we are stuck in, which is showing up late (to a course that is 30% attendance/punctuality) together (which will leave people wondering why infamous y/n and shy frat boy Jeon Jungkook are showing up to a lecture together, late no less); ‘shit.’

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