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kiridarling · 4 years ago

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𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

hanta sero | f!reader, horny!reader, alcohol, bartender!hanta, car sex, riding, half-assed confessions, praise. minors dni!

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"Look at you, shaking on my cock. I fill you up that well, Baby?"

"Okay, that's enough."

You whine when your shot is plucked out of your hands, your fingers grabbing around nothing once it gets too far from your reach.

"N-No wai—hic!—'m not done yet 'n I paid for that."

You don't even have the sobriety to act enthusiastic, and the bartender raises a pierced eyebrow.

"The club's closing."

You click your tongue at that and groan, before pushing your upper body away from the bar to see that there's no one else here but you and the bartender, with proper lights on to illuminate that the place is a fucking mess.

"What? What happ—happened to partyin' all night long..." You drift, eyes narrowing to make out the floating words on the bartender's name tag, "...Hinata?"

"It's been all night. And it's Hanta," he says curtly, drying what you think might be your shot glass with a fluffy white towel. What a waste. "Another ex?"

"Fine." you nearly yell, dropping your forehead on the bar so hard it hurts—or it would have if you were sober. Which you are. Totally. "And yes. I'm thinking of buying this one dead roses. For shits 'n—hic—gigs."

"Creative," he snorts, sliding his forearms onto the table until they bump into yours from the opposing side. A glass is set next to your head. "C'mon. I'll give you time to sober up while I put everything away. Deal?"

"'N how long 's that gon' take," you struggle to sit up, body tilting to the right despite your best efforts to sit up straight. Hanta shrugs.

"Thirty minutes?"

"That's fine then," you nod, looking around the place through swollen eyes. "'S empty."

"It is. C'mon, drink," he nudges the glass of water your way. You scowl.

"'S gonna make me sober?"

"Yup," Hanta nods, popping the 'p.' You sigh before tossing your head back with another obnoxious groan.

"Then I don' want it," and you contemplate tossing the drink onto the floor, but you figure Hanta wouldn't like that very much. You opt for a pout instead.

"Well, you need it. You're fucked," he says kindly, before picking up the cup full of water and dropping it under your nose. "Now drink."

You sigh, already feeling the sobriety kicking in as you grab your glass by the waist. "You're so fucking difficult."

"Sobriety is good," the bartender offers. You snort.

"Sobriety is fucking terrible," you reply, already hating that it's already kicking in after a few sips. "People come to the club to get fucked. No way I have to leave sober."

"Sober enough to get home," Hanta edits with a nod. It's tempting to throw your heel at his face.

"Sober enough to hate life again," You grouse with narrowed eyes. Hanta shrugs.

"And once you spend a few days hating life, suddenly it doesn't seem so bad," he smiles cheekily before turning his back to you to wash whatever, and you roll your eyes at his optimism.

You stare at him, lips twisted in a disrespectful confusion, and definitely not admiring how the muscles of his back roll under that tight black shirt while he washes the dishes. How can someone look sexy washing the dishes, one may ask, and the answer is—you can't. Therefore, you wholly and completely blame the alcohol for the flush in your cheeks as you pat your back pockets for your wallet so you can pay for a taxi and stumble home to deal with the hangover at work tomorrow.

"You good?" He raises a pierced eyebrow, turning around when you fail to speak. You grimace.

"...My wallet's missing."

Hanta's entire body sags, the rag in his hand hitting the counter as he gives you a look of pure and utter exasperation.

"You're kidding me."

"I..." you pat your butt, just to check and, "Yeah. It's fucking gone."

The noirette runs a heavy hand over his face, before rubbing at the corner of his eyes with a faint yawn. "Fine, then. I can take you home, but you have to wait until I'm done closing."

"Does that mean I can have another drink?" You ask slyly, inching so close your gut digs into the bar in question. Hanta gives you a look of near-disgust.

"No."

You pout, though you don't move away. He's close enough that he's starting to blur but not aggressively close. You notice the faint smattering of freckles against his cheeks, eyes flickering to Hanta's lips as a pink tongue darts to gloss them over.

"You're not bad up close, you know," you breathe, running a finger up the visible vein up his arm. Hanta's eyes dilate but he moves away, and you huff, returning to your seat with a pout at the brush-off.

"You're no fun," you grumble, tucking your hands under your chin. Hanta goes back to wiping down the bar with a chuckle.

"It's against policy," is all he grunts. You roll your eyes.

"Yeah well, your policy fucking sucks," your tongue curls to spit vitriol in a way you didn't even know you could. Hanta's eyebrows raise in amusement at your petulance. "And what's the fucking policy? Don't get laid?"

"No, it's don't take advantage of tipsy customers," he nearly barks with a snort.

"I'm barely tipsy," you offer. Hanta freezes to look you up and down.

"...Sure." You growl.

"I'm not!"

"Well. This is me."

Hanta cocks an eyebrow and the car rumbles to a stop with a jingle of his key in the ignition. His eyes follow yours to the front door. The car ride was pleasantly silent—pleasantly, excluding the weighty air, you couldn't cut with a steak knife that forces your thighs to rub together.

"This is you?"

"Yup."

You pop the 'p' and make no move to get out; he doesn't unlock the door.

"It's a nice place."

"Thanks," you smile, and you have half a mind to invite him inside. You don't, though—you shouldn't. Because what do you think will happen?

"Um...so I guess this is goodbye. I guess." His fingers drum against the leather of his steering wheel, and your eyes drift to his hands.

"Yeah," you eye the purse sat in your lap. "Yeah, right."

He unlocks the door and your grip around your purse tightens as you reach for the door handle. "Thanks, agai—"

"Uh, hold on, actually."

The doors lock. You fight a smile.

And he looks conflicted—drumming fingers changing from a random tap to an anxious beat, teeth digging into the inside of his cheek, and eyes darting everywhere but at you. You sit your elbows on the armrest console.

"Yes?"

"Um, okay," he huffs through his nose, dimples popping in a borderline acrid grin. "What if—what if I wanted to break the policy?"

You feign a gasp, placing a dramatic hand over your heart in sheer horror. "What? Not the policy!"

"Yeah, yeah okay," Hanta snorts, grabbing you by the back of the neck and grinning when you nearly squeal. "C'mere—I want to kiss you."

And, well. Who are you to deny such an offer?

Hanta tastes like gin. You wonder if he's allowed to drink on the job, but it's only a fleeting thought because he's tilting his head and moaning into your mouth, and you find yourself pushing back eagerly.

He's sinfully good with his lips, tongue, whatever—or maybe it's the alcohol. But either way, his lips are plush enough to enjoy but firm enough to dominate, and you melt into the seat as he pulls away and rasps:

"How're you feeling, Pretty?"

Is it just hot in here, or is it just you?

"Um," you flush in seeing his smug grin while he patiently waits for your answer, and it's aggravating. "Good—I'm feeling good."

The noirette hums, eyes dropping to your lips.

"Want to try again?"

You nod, "Yes please."

Hanta's chest rumbles and he's grinning against your lips. "Saying please already? Good girl."

When he presses his lips to yours again, it's with much more weight than the first kiss, and it nearly knocks you into the window. He trails hot kisses down the column of your neck, making you hiss when he bites right under your ear.

The next thing you know, Hanta's unbuckling his seatbelt and then yours, before huffing against your lips: "Backseat."

The moment you two squeeze between both seats, Hanta's pulling you into his lap, his hands taking possession of your waist as if they've always belonged there. As he sucks hickeys into your collarbone, he lifts an eyebrow in question as he slides his hands to the zipper of your dress. "Can I?"

You bite your lip and nod, hips rolling slowly. Hanta hisses and tightens his grip around your waist as he slowly pulls down the zipper, the sound of sliding metal bouncing off the doors of the heated car.

"Just as perfect as I thought they'd be," He groans, chuckling slightly when you berate him for being a pervert—not as if it matters now, with the top of your dress sliding down your arms and under your bra. His hips flex as yours pick up the pace, hiding a smile at the feeling of his hard cock growing against your inner thigh. Hanta shucks your dress to your waist with two big hands, keeping them at your ribs.

"Fuck—keep grinding on me, just like that baby," his eyes drop to watch your hips roll before he's recklessly shoving your bra straps down your shoulders. "You know, I always wondered how you dealt with those assholes. I wouldn't if you were mine."

"Is this your cheesy way of asking me out?" You huff a giggle, and Hanta's dimples pop.

"If you'll take it."

"Make me cum, first," you offer, hips stuttering when he tweaks a nipple. "And then take me on a date."

Hanta snorts, lips returning to your neck. "Aye aye, Cap'n."

You slap him across the chest and Hanta takes the brunt of it with a smile, slowly sliding a hand up your inner thigh that you didn't feel until right now.

He thumbs the hem of your panties in question. You nod without and he bites a lip as he pulls the flimsy thing to the side and slides a calloused finger into your throbbing cunt.

"So fucking wet, holy shit," he breathes against your neck. You rest a hand on the fogging window with a sigh, and pumps his finger slowly—whether it's to get you used to the feeling or to tease, you aren't quite sure.

"You can add another."

"I—" Hanta shudders, nails digging into the meat of your hips. "Okay. Yeah, okay."

As he pushes a second finger in with the first, you two hiss in unison, nails digging hot red lines into his muscled shoulders. Your walls bend around him easily, squeezing his digits with such a firmness it has the poor guy fantasizing what you'll feel like wrapped around his cock. He whimpers behind a bitten lip at the thought, thumb ghosting your clit with a determination to make you feel good.

"You're taking my fingers so well, Baby," he says, groaning when your hips gain a life of their own. Hanta wheezes a laugh at your desperation, strung tight from arousal. "What? Need me to go faster?"

You nod your head, whimpering a meek yes that would be embarrassing if you weren't so worked up. Hanta shakes his head with a low chuckle.

"Ask nicely, Pretty."

"Please!" You practically fling your upper body over his, "I wan—I nee—"

"What's that, my needy baby?" Hanta purrs behind a bitten lip, struggling to keep your hips from bucking because you just look so good. You know his hand has got to be cramping from the angle he fingers you at, but you figure that it doesn't matter—especially when he adds a third, to your pleasant surprise.

"Fuck!" You keen, body curling along with his fingers. Hanta groans as you contract around him and digs his teeth into the junction of your neck, making you gasp along with the painful pleasure.

"You need to fuck me like, right now," you pant, and it's clear you don't have to tell the noirette twice—his slick-soaked fingers rocket to his fly, pulling his cock out with suck a speed it would be worrying if you weren't equally desperate.

"Yes Ma'am," he smiles and you snort, rolling your eyes—though the light mood dies once the head of his cock kisses your entrance. Suddenly, you're not floating anymore but sat in Hanta's heated lap, making all of this feel so much more real—the fogged windows, the skin on skin, the heavy petting. You can't believe you've waited this long, but at the same time, surprised this didn't happen sooner.

"Ready?" You ask, knees digging into leather as you straddle his lap. Hanta's chest shudders.

"Ready when you are."

You roll your eyes. What a gentleman.

With that, you press against him with a little more insistence and he pops the head of his cock in with a huff, muscled chest shuddering as you force yourself down until you hit the base.

"Shit," Hanta wheezes, grip tightening around your waist. He keeps you there—forces your lungs to work hard around his cock—and you quiver around him like a leaf in the wind.

"Look at you," Hanta coos like you're the cutest fucking thing he's ever seen. "Shaking on my cock. I fill you up that well, Baby?"

"Y-Yeah, I—" your throat contracts as you shift, inevitably nestling him deeper and pushing a quiet eep from your throat. It's clear Hanta's getting impatient, hips wiggling as a hot hand reaches for your hands to pin them behind your back. As he holds you at a 45-degree angle, to the point where you're slumped against the seat in front of you, the hand on your waist lifts before dropping you down again.

"Fuck!" You scream, thighs flexing as his hips pick up the pace fairly quickly. The noirette chuckles, tongue peeking in concentration as sweat starts to soak his hair to his forehead.

"Sorry," he pants, though he doesn't really sound that sorry, eyes fixated on where you're connected. "Did you say something? Can't really hear you over all the moaning."

You snarl at that, though it's hard to when he holds you at such an angle. You have half a mind to shut the fuck up, acknowledging that technically, you're outside—but another part of you thinks fuck it, you're forced to hear your neighbors go at it like bunnies at least once a week. They can suffer this one time, right?

"Shit—squeezing me so tight," Hanta grunts under his breath, eyebrows folding in ecstasy. "You trying to make me cum early, sweetheart?"

You whimper and shake your head as Hanta chuckles at how useless you are, as limp as a ragdoll while you take all of him so well. So, so well.

His thumb returns to your clit, and you both moan—you from the stimulation, he when you tighten around him. Hanta adjusts so you're properly sat in his lap again, his hot skin pressed to yours before his palm cracks against your ass with the one order, "Ride it."

Your thighs quiver pathetically as you lift yourself up on his cock, your throat tightening in a muffled squeal when his head rams into your cervix. You've never considered yourself to be a screamer but you suppose there are exceptions, and you consider getting properly fucked by your bartender in a bartender's backseat is a better excuse than any.

"Fuck—fuck just like that, fucking take it," Hanta's grunts are only semi-coherent as his hips buck in time with yours, the flush on his face growing down to his neck with the tight grip on your waist. There isn't much you can do but take it—and the fact that he gives you no wiggle room to squirm away gets you more excited than you feel it should.

"Where—" he pants, the car rocking with your movement as he latches a hand onto the back of the driver's seat. "W-where do you want me to...?"

"Inside," you whimper without a second thought. "I-Inside, please I nee—"

"I gotcha," Hanta's movements slow, opting for a smoother glide instead, and you find that the change in pace pushes you closer to the edge—and as does the thumb on your clit, which is slowly picking up the pace. "You gonna cum, Baby?"

You nod, but it earns you a spank on the ass, "Words, pretty girl."

"Y-Yeah, just—" He rolls your hips—and hard—and that final grind sends you flying off the edge, eyes skewing as you gasp his name. Hanta groans at the sight of you coming undone—the sight of you coming undone for him—and that's enough to make him curse under his breath before his hips stutter twice, and he's filling you with a groan.

"C'mere," he says, and you're not even sure he's done coming as he scrambles to pull you forward via your condensed top (which is between your upper and lower half) to pull you into a spit fueled kiss. It's messy and you're both exhausted, all tongue and spit, but it gets your blood boiling nevertheless. You're the first to pull away.

"Wanna come in for a drink?" You ask, knowing it's an invitation to come clean up and knock the fuck out together. Luckily, Hanta gets the memo, with his flushed face and pierced eyebrow.

"I thought you'd never ask."

#— 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 #CLUB 777 #bnha smut #mha smut #sero smut

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arrivalatdawn · 4 years ago

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Warmth

LOOΠΔ Kim Lip, Heejin, Hyunjin, Choerry & Hyejoo x Male Reader

9504 words

categories: smut, oral, threesome, daddy kink

“B-Baby… slow down… oh, fuck!”

Colder temperatures and the first signs of snowfall on the ground could mean one thing - the end of the year and beginning of the holidays. Various colored lights and festive decorations filled the now barren streets. People are choosing to go out less and favor staying at home, spending time with loved ones and getting into the holiday spirit. You chose to partake in such events every year; albeit in a different way than most. While many sipped on toasty warm mugs of hot chocolate or gathered together near the fireplace and played a traditional Christmas movie, your method for intimate body heat was to be buried inside a woman.

Your partner for this was none other than Son Hyejoo, who called you over with just two simple words: “I’m horny.”

And so this is how you were now in the particular situation you were in on a fine Christmas, fucking a beautiful woman while she lets out a long, steady stream of moans. From the first penetration of the evening, Hyejoo wasted no time and spread her legs wantonly, inviting you between them.

Her walls were soft and wet but more importantly, warm. Hyejoo’s triangle upper lip puckered in satisfaction as she closed her eyes and savored the pure pleasure to wash over her entire body. It doesn’t take long for her to settle into a steady rhythm, as she grinds her pussy forwards and backwards against your crotch. Her bed slowly began to creak along to the both of you.

Son Hyejoo loved your cock almost as much as you loved her body. She lowers herself and sticks out her tongue, swiping across your lips in one fluid motion. She gives you a deep kiss while her lower body works itself thoroughly on your cock. She smiles through the kisses as you run your hands through the delicately soft skin of her thighs before your hands rest on her hips. Hyejoo breaks the kiss with a quick peck, straightening her back as she plants her palms firmly on your chest. Her moans filled the room with the sounds of a woman being satisfied, each rocking of her curvaceous body allowing a part of her to jiggle hypnotically. As she began to raise her hips in order to bounce on your cock, she instinctively tightened her vaginal muscles around your cock, wrapping it in what you loved to describe as warm, wet silk.

As she brushed her hair back with one hand, you admired her body rocking back and forth on top of you. The sight of her creamy white skin, her beautiful shoulders that she rarely showed outside of the bedroom, and her large, bouncing breasts as they jiggle from her riding your cock.

“Oppa… fuck, you feel so good inside me.” Hyejoo said as she continued fucking you to her heart’s content. While you and her both wanted her to be fully naked, you told her to keep her Christmas dress on, wanting the festive mood to fill the bedroom as well.

Your hands wandered their way to Hyejoo’s ass. A slight gasp escaped her lips as you gave each cheek a firm squeeze. Her nails sunk into your chest as she increased the speed at which she was riding you. The two of you interlock your fingers together as she raises her hips and gives you the wonderful sight of seeing the base of your shaft enter and exit her tight body.

“F-Fuck me from behind, oppa.” Hyejoo said several minutes later. You raised your hips and gave her one final deep, hard thrust before regretfully withdrawing your cock from her extremely tight pussy that seemingly refused to let you go. She moaned as inch by inch of your shaft left her body, exposing to you both the shining, glistening look thanks to her juices lubricating it. Hyejoo then got on her knees and planted her palms firmly on the mattress, wiggling her cute butt for you. You part her legs slightly, briefly stimulating her clit before positioning yourself behind her and sinking once more into her wet, inviting pussy.

The two of you moaned simultaneously as Hyejoo threw her head back, her beautiful shiny black hair hitting you in the face softly as she revels in the pleasure of being penetrated once more. And while her pussy still provided that warm, wet velvety silk feeling, it differed in this new position in that she was even tighter.

You held onto Hyejoo’s wide hips and begin fucking her.

“Oh fuck… oppa. Fuck, just like that. Fuck me, hard. Fuck my slutty pussy!” Hyejoo’s incessant words were like music to your ears as it didn’t take you very long to establish a rhythm you were both comfortable with. You did want to pound her hard like she wanted, but chose to savor the feeling of being inside her after so long. It seemed she did not share your same sentiments - repeatedly clenching her vaginal muscles against your cock and pushing her pillowy soft ass onto your lower body.

Hyejoo grips onto the bed sheets as she bites her own tongue from the pleasure coursing throughout her body. Her eyes are unable to remain open, fluttering shut as her eyes roll to the back of her head. You loved the feeling of being inside Hyejoo - and thankfully for you, she felt the same. While the bed and her body are being rocked back and forth, you give her plump ass a firm spank.

“O-Oh! Oppa… fuck, slap my ass harder.”

Never one to deny a woman such a request you do so, squeezing her other cheek before smacking it squarely with your palm. Not enough for it to hurt, just right that it stung a little.

“I-I love it when you fuck my pussy like this, oppa.” Hyejoo mustered the strength to spit out, your thrusts causing her to gasp a large breath of air as her body rocked back and forth. “I love feeling all of you.”

You let go of Hyejoo’s hips, slowing your thrusts temporarily as you grabbed onto her arms and held them. Another set of moans and screams were what you were met with as her upper body was now being supported by you. This caused her pussy to be even tighter and wetter around your cock, providing a wonderful feeling.

“Keep fucking me! Fuck me harder! Fuck me until you fill my pussy up good!” Hyejoo screamed as the two of you began to form a thin layer of sweat on your bodies. While you shared her same sentiments of wanting to finish inside her, you began to slow your thrusts down. Hyejoo noticed this, turning her head to glare at you until you slowed down just enough to retreat your cock quickly out of her body. She whined once she felt you were no longer inside her, frustration evident in her tone as she returned back to her original position. While she tried to reach back and find your cock, she turned around and saw you were already on your back.

“I want you to ride me until you cum again.”

She quickly straddled your hips as you were met with her seductive gaze. Removing her dress and tossing it aside, Hyejoo’s eyes were clouded with lust and desire, the act of fucking her from behind that was ended abruptly added another layer of pleasure to the situation. She smacked the tip of your cock against her splayed lips several times before easing her body back down onto you. The look in her eyes along with how her pussy felt against your shaft meant she was not going to be denied achieving bliss no matter what.

Hyejoo’s hips moved forward and backwards and side to side all at once, a testament to the amount of times she has had practice using your body. It seems as though she has little care for your comfort - wanting to satisfy her own needs first. Her breasts bounced as she rode you, hypnotizing you in such a way that they were the only things you could see in that moment. You gave the soft flesh the very same firm squeeze you did on her ass. Each was warm, a cloudlike feeling that you loved to use as a pillow. Using your thumb and index finger, you pinched each of them, rubbing them with your fingertips as they began to stiffen up. Once you were satisfied, you released both before slapping her tits loudly. The erotic act turned Hyejoo on even more, as her walls clenched on your cock and juices coating your shaft.

“O-Oppa… I’m gonna cum soon.” Hyejoo said as she continued riding you. “I’m going to cum on your dick, oh fuck!” her voice growing softer with each passing word.

“M-Me too.” you said, slapping her tits once more.

With an ear-deafening scream, Hyejoo finally reaches her orgasm. It overtakes her entire body - she throws her head back as her body tightens up and releases the flood of juices that coats your cock once more. Hyejoo’s cheeks turn a rosy tint of pink as her nails dig into your chest once more. Your hands squeeze her breasts as she rocks her body back and forth to ride out her pleasure-filled high. She pants heavily, tossing her hair back as she finally gives you a satisfied smile. Your cock still inside her, Hyejoo leans down and kisses you once more. They were sweet, full of affection and trust. You both smiled through it, as you nibble on her lower lip gently.

“Oppa, you still haven’t cum yet.” Hyejoo said softly.

You kissed her once more and pressed your forehead against hers. She was absolutely glowing, confidence and beauty radiating from her busty body. She rubbed her thumb across your cheek gently, silently asking what was next. As you looked down, Hyejoo followed your eyesight. Pointing at her lips, you nodded. She laughed softly, giving you another kiss before dismounting your body. Tenderly lifting her body off your cock, you saw her pussy glistening as the final few drops of her juices stained your thighs until the two of you were no longer connected.

She crawls in between your legs and wraps her delicate fingers around the base of your shaft. Sticking her tongue out, she licks the slit of your head before sucking on it slightly, tasting her own juices.

“I taste pretty sweet.” she said, smacking her lips while making soft popping sounds. The two of you laughed as she finally took you inside her mouth. The wet, hollow feeling was incredible. You held onto both sides of her head as she bobbed up and down your cock, letting you feel your tip hit the back of her throat before releasing it.

“Hyejoo… I’m going to cum.” you announced, unable to prolong the pleasure much longer. Her small hand strokes your shaft quickly, the friction providing a warm feeling as she spreads her saliva all over you.

It doesn’t take very long for you to finally erupt. You felt your cum flowing from your balls, as Hyejoo grabs the head of your cock and points it at her chest. A long stream of thick, hot semen escapes your tip and hits her soft skin. The next few ropes continued to paint her breasts as your hips bucked upwards. The force of your orgasm was so strong, your eyes closed shut as you threw your head back and waited for it to finish. No other thoughts occupied your mind as Hyejoo’s tight grip caused your shaft to pulse in her hand.

Hyejoo stroked you several more times, making sure every last drop was released from your cock. Using two fingertips, she traced a small sample of your cum and put it in her mouth. A loud, satisfied hum was released afterwards. While you began the process of recovering from your orgasm, Hyejoo rubbed your cum on her skin, her tits glistening from you painting them. She gives the tip of your cock a deep kiss before joining you as she cuddles in your embrace. She rests her head on your bicep as she wraps her arm across your chest and back. You brought her closer to you, lowering your face slightly and planting a kiss on her lips.

“That was fun.” you said.

“Merry Christmas, oppa.” Hyejoo replied, smacking her lips against yours as she nuzzled into your chest and drowsiness caused the two of you to sink into the mattress’ soft comfort.

If there was one thing you hated, it was being disturbed in the middle of the night. Son Hyejoo kept a tight hold on your body as you were awakened to the faint sound of your phone making a bird chirping noise. You unsuccessfully reached for your phone on her nightstand in the dark. On the fourth try, you finally reach it. Squinting your eyes as they adjusted to the light, you find the culprit responsible for interrupting your sleep.

Choi Yerim (1m ago): Daddy!

Choi Yerim (1m ago): I’m horny… are you done fucking Son Hyejoo yet?

Choi Yerim (now): Daddy! Come over now! I want to get fucked, pleaseee!

You let out a deep sigh. Someone who felt like a little sister and a fully grown woman at the same time. Along with Hyejoo, the two of you hit it off rather quickly. You shared mutual interests, including those that were bedroom related. She made her intentions clear from the very beginning, taking a page out of Hyejoo’s playbook and wore ridiculously short shorts that showed off her thick thighs or wearing leggings that instinctively caused you to smack her ass.

Within less than a hour upon first meeting each other, you found yourself having sex with Yerim in the fitting room of a department store. Unsuccessfully remaining quiet, the two of you dressed and left the store quickly, giggling the entire time. And while you told her it was okay for you to be designated as a favorite in her contacts, you slightly regretted saying that as you were quite exhausted from indulging Hyejoo’s body.

“Mmhm, oppa?” you turned to your side and saw Hyejoo squinting her eyes as well, rubbing them slightly as she kisses your chest and stares up at the bright light emanating from your phone screen. “Who is it?”

Hyejoo’s huskier, sleep-filled voice caused you to smile as you pulled her closer into her embrace and kissed the top of her head. She traced circles on your chest, giggling as you felt her draw your name followed by a heart.

“It seems Choi Yerim is quite horny.”

“Pfft. I called you first! That’s not fair. Today was supposed to be our day.” Hyejoo said. She reached down under the covers and softly began stroking you. You adjusted your breaths as the two of you felt your cock hardening in her grasp.

“S-Should I just tell her no, then?” you asked, silently wishing Hyejoo would be okay with it. She placed a finger on her temple, as if in deep thought processing what you just asked. At the same time, she stroked your shaft a bit faster and ran her thumb across your now leaking slit. “No…” she finally replied. “It’s the holidays, she should be satisfied too. Even if she is a needy slut with daddy issues.”

“What’s with the sudden kindness?” you said, placing your finger under her chin and raising her head slightly for a kiss. “You’ve never been one to share.”

Hyejoo’s free hand hits your chest softly. “Are you insinuating I’m not nice?” she said, pretending to be shocked. “I have no right to complain, anyways. As much as I want to have you all for myself, I’m not your girlfriend. I don’t want to be controlling, either.” The two of you kiss each other once more, a bit longer this time.

“But in return… I expect to have New Year’s Eve and the New Year with you. I’ve never had a New Year’s kiss at midnight before.”

“Why do I have the feeling we’ll be doing more than just kissing leading up to the new year?” you asked, rubbing her cheek and pecking her lips.

She returns the quick peck before climbing on top of you. Still holding onto your cock, she lines the tip of it with her entrance before lowering her hips onto you.

“You don’t have to be at Yerim’s right away… right?” she said, as the two of you moaned from your cock entering her moist cavern once more.

Despite Hyejoo’s incessant efforts to go another round, you left her apartment thirty minutes later. Sleep deprived and your stamina depleted, you managed to somehow drive to Yerim’s in a relatively quick manner. Texting her you were outside her door, the jingle of it being unlocked revealed a feisty hand pulling you by the shirt quickly.

Yerim wasted no time with formalities, instantly crashing her lips against yours as she began removing your shirt and pants. Each kiss was sinful, full of passionate desire as you tasted the faintest hint of cherry lip gloss. Like Hyejoo, Yerim also wore a Christmas inspired dress. The soft velvety material of it felt comforting and smooth on your hands as she wrapped her arms around your waist. While her shoulders were already exposed, you lowered the dress slightly and began to kiss her beautiful skin, sucking on it slightly as Yerim’s moans filled your ears. She returned the favor by grabbing onto the waistline of your boxer briefs and pulled them down, revealing your erection to the cool air circulating the living room. You continued kissing her wonderful shoulders, starting a trail from them until you reached her neck.

“Oh fuck… daddy…” Yerim moaned. You were never one for pet names that often, but hearing only Yerim call you that turned you more than you would like to admit. While you continued to suck on her neck and left small marks on it, Yerim started stroking your cock. Her slightly cold hand contrasts your warm shaft and the sensation provides a wonderful feeling while more and more of her skin is exposed to you as Yerim lets her sexy Christmas outfit fall down her body and form a pool of velvet around her ankles. Sharing another similarity with Hyejoo, while neither were exactly tall, they both had long creamy legs that were complimented by thick sculpted thighs and the cutest round curvature of their bottoms you’ve ever seen. You have spent an unhealthy amount of time buried between their legs - whether it be having oral or vaginal sex with them.

You grabbed onto Yerim’s wide hips and turned her around. With the two of you now fully naked, you pushed her soft ass against your lower crotch and felt her juices begin to leak down onto her thighs. They were soft, yet gave off a healthy vibe, one of the many things you loved about Yerim. You grab onto your shaft and rub it against the outside of her pussy lips, causing Yerim to moan and you to get lubricated. The two of you take a moment to catch your breath as you rubbed the length of your cock against her inner thighs. They were wide, thick but most importantly - warm. The result of hundreds of hours at the gym with Hyejoo, she and Yerim also both began doing Pilates courses, something you made a mental note of who to thank for allowing you to be between such luscious thighs on a regular basis.

“Fuck my thighs, daddy.” Yerim moaned as you began to do so. Your cock was nuzzled comfortably in between the small gap of her legs as the natural wetness dribbling out of her stained her thighs and your shaft. This allowed you to gradually begin to increase the pace. Yerim loved everything you did, which made having sex with her more intimate and fun. The two of you echoed each other, your moans rising in volume as you found a comfortable rhythm with which to slide your cock between her cream thighs. They jiggled with each thrust, the tip of your cock grazing her labia while you felt your balls being rocked back and forth.

“Daddy… that feels so good.” Yerim whined as the two of you savored the pleasure your bodies were giving each other. She tilts her head slightly, a bead of sweat forming on her forehead as the all too familiar expression of desire and lust are written all over her facial features. She captured your lips, allowing you to savor the sweet taste of them. Although your mouth was currently occupied with Yerim’s, your lower body showed no signs of slowing down. You continued thrusting in between her thighs, feeling the warmth radiating from her outside lips.

“D-Daddy… I want you to fuck my face. Can you facefuck me, please?” Yerim said a few minutes later, breaking the kiss and pleading with her large, beautiful eyes. You were absorbed by the deep, rich brown pools of lust-filled desire. They left you helpless, unable to speak as you gave her a simple nod. The two of you kiss each other once more until you take her by surprise and sweep her off her feet, bringing you both into Yerim’s bedroom.

Despite her best efforts to keep her arms embracing your neck, you toss her onto the bed playfully. She giggled in response, her eyes looking up at you in anticipation. She grabs a hair tie from her slim sexy wrist and makes a show of tying up her beautiful brown hair, forming a messy bun. Yerim gets on her stomach and brings the upper part of her body onto the edge of the bed. She gives the tip of your cock a firm kiss, smiling in delight as she sees it beginning to leak out precum. Her eyes went into a crescent shape as she cutely stuck out her tongue for you. You grabbed the base of your shaft and slapped your tip on it, teasing her as she unsuccessfully tried to get her upper lip wrapped around it. You pulled on her bun, causing Yerim to jump slightly.

“Yerim’s going to make daddy feel really good, isn’t she?” you said. She nodded, her eyes pleading you to use her.

With one final slap of your tip on her tongue, you began to push your shaft inside her warm and wet mouth. You moaned as her lips formed an airtight seal around your throbbing cock. You held onto both sides of her head as Yerim began bobbing up and down the length of your shaft. Her throat showed little signs of struggle, as it was being stuffed with one of her favorite parts of your body. Her blowjobs were often sloppy as she knew you very much enjoyed them. Fucking her face proved to be no different - The movement of your hips perfectly synced with her head bobbing. She wanted to prove to herself, and to you - that she was able to swallow you whole. You felt the tip of your cock hitting her throat with each descent of her head. The audible gagging sounds and saliva being swished inside of her mouth added another layer of pleasure. Despite her best efforts, some of it started to leak out of her lips and flowed down onto your balls. She looked up at you and was happy to see your contorted face of satisfaction as you closed your eyes and threw your head back.

While Yerim was unable to speak due to having a mouthful of cock, you were relatively silent as well save for the sounds of your moans and Yerim’s saliva coating your shaft. With one hand still guiding her rhythm, you used the other one to caress her relatively soft ass, giving each cheek a firm squeeze. Yerim moved her tongue in a wavelike motion, as her throat sent vibrations you felt on your cock. The pressure building inside your body was beginning to grow. Normally, you would’ve been fine with cumming inside her mouth this way - but there was something else the both of you haven’t done before. You returned your grip onto both sides of her head and held her down, savoring the feeling of all of your cock inside her mouth before releasing her with a loud pop. Yerim’s mouth consumed a large gasp of air as she giggled and watched in delight as your cock was glistening from the thick pools of saliva, some of which connecting her mouth and your tip with several thin strands. Thinking you were only allowing her to catch her breath, she sunk her head lower and tried bringing you back into her mouth. Yerim was surprised when you held onto her head.

“Not just yet, Yerim. Daddy wants to try something different.”

Yerim is slightly confused as you hold onto her shoulders and flipped her over. You urge her to scoot her body forwards just a bit. Upon doing so, she finds her head is now on the edge of the bed, leaning downwards as she is now eye level with your balls.

“You trust daddy, right?”

She nodded, squeezing your sack. You held onto both of her cheeks and squished them together. This only left Yerim even more confused, as her lips formed what you would describe as a pink racetrack. Holding her face gently, you bring your cock into her inviting mouth once more. Having teased each other enough, you are a bit rougher with your thrusts this time. As she hollowed her cheeks and took more of you, you were now able to see how your cock looked like whenever it hit her throat. The faintest trace of your tip was outlined as you admired it appearing and disappearing. She continued playing with your balls in her hand, scratching its sensitive underside softly which caused your body to shudder in response. You know you aren’t able to hold out much longer, thrusting inside of her repeatedly. Yerim knows your orgasm has arrived when she feels your balls tighten as your shaft pulses. You hold onto both of her cheeks as you feel hot, thick semen release from your tip and coat her comfortable throat. You’re able to see and hear Yerim beginning to swallow your load as it flows downwards. Thrusting into her several more times for good measure, you release her mouth once more. She hums in satisfaction as she sticks her tongue out cutely and shows you she has swallowed it all.

Collapsing onto the bed, you struggled to catch your breath. Yerim really did a number on you. The cute, at times naive young woman straddles your lap. Her heartwarming smile and mischievous twinkle in her eyes inform you that she would not be satisfied with just oral sex. Rubbing her drenched lips against the length of your cock, she moans erotically until gripping you tightly and lowering her hips onto you.

“Oh, fuck…” you both moaned out.

Her painfully tight walls gradually began to adjust themselves around your cock. You run your hands up and down her thighs before planting them on her hips as she rocks her body back and forth. She grasps onto your shoulders and starts riding your cock.

A warm, relaxing shower was well deserved after several hours of stamina depleting sex. Water droplets formed all over your body as you soaked in the satisfying feeling of it. You grabbed what you assumed to be Yerim’s loofah and squeezed some of her fragrant body wash onto it, smirking as it released a terrible sound since the bottle was almost empty. Mixing it with water, you began to clean yourself off with it, humming a tune while raising your arms. The suds were easily washed away from the water falling from above. You were so absorbed by the shower you failed to notice that the door was opened. A barefooted person sneakily removed their clothing and tiptoed into the bathtub, joining you. Rubbing the body wash all over your chest and stomach, your body tensed up when you felt someone press themselves onto your back and a hand gripping your cock.

“So this is the dick Choi Yerim cannot stop talking about…”

The voice was unmistakable. Kim Jungeun. Yerim’s roommate of two years and someone you weren’t overly fond of. While the two of you were civil around each other, her aloof tone and tsundere personality were just some of the things you learned about her upon your first meeting. Despite showing zero interest in being friendly towards anyone besides Yerim, it was safe to say you were very afraid that she was now with you in the shower.

“J-Jungeun, what are you doing here?” you stuttered, unable to stifle your moan as she began stroking your cock. She ignored you, grabbing the loofah out of your hand and rubbing it across your length. It tingled and certainly wasn’t a pleasant feeling, but it was quickly replaced with pure pleasure as Jungeun applied the body wash all over you.

“I come home and hear Yerim screaming “fuck me harder, daddy!” repeatedly. Figured you two were busy playing a board game.” Jungeun said nonchalantly while she added a counterclockwise gripping technique on you. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to savor the warm water and Jungeun’s hold on your shaft.

“Jungeun… that feels so good.” you moaned.

“Seriously? I barely stroked you and you’re already this hard? Disgusting.”

“If it’s so disgusting, why haven’t you let go?” you asked.

Jungeun was silent, unable to refute your claim. While she stopped stroking you, her hand was still firmly gripping your cock. Before you could turn around and see her, she resumed moving her small hand back and forth.

“I was curious. Wanted to see what exactly turned Yerim into a cockthirsty slut.”

Feeling a bit more bold, you reached behind you and found Jungeun’s butt, pushing her against your back.

“Maybe you should put it in your mouth to really see what turns her on.”

No sooner had the words been said did you grow to regret them. Jungeun immediately released her hold on you and slapped your face loudly, the noise reverberating across the walls of the bathroom. You were a bit startled while Jungeun remained unfazed.

“You touch my ass or any other part of me without permission again and I chop your dick off. Got it?”

You nodded. Jungeun slowly sank to her knees between your legs. Still in shock, she spread your thighs and was now staring at your hard cock.

“I’m giving you the chance to fuck my face. Use this opportunity now, because it certainly won’t happen again.”

Timidly holding onto both sides of her head and not being met with any opposition from Jungeun, you moved away from the water and watched as she sunk into your crotch. She began with short, shallow bobs in order to allow herself time to get used to you. With no objections from her you gradually increased your pace until you are soon rapidly forcing her head down. She maintains eye contact with you occasionally, while her throat provides a wet, satisfying pleasure. Unlike Yerim who basically trained herself to handle your cock, the sounds of Jungeun’s throat gagging increased in volume as you fucked her mouth roughly. Her hands gripped your thighs for support as spit splashed on her chin and cheeks, mixing with all the water droplets on your body. You tilted your head back as you continued to push her face into your crotch. Jungeun’s acrylic nails dug into your skin as you heard what you believed to be her moans with your cock filling her pretty mouth up. Despite being at odds with her, Jungeun was undeniably beautiful. You pushed her head all the way down your base, only letting her go after she began tapping on your thighs. Her mouth released its hold on your cock with another loud pop, allowing you to admire the mess her face has become. Her hair began clinging to her forehead from the water as the lower half of her face is covered in her saliva.

Jungeun gives you a smile that is anything but sweet as you see excess threads of spit hanging off her lips and chin.

“Alright, handsome. That’s enough for now.” She said, rising from between her legs as she gets out of the shower.

“What? Wait, what? That’s it?” you asked, a bit offended Jungeun didn’t finish you off.

She ignored you and began drying herself off with the towels you prepared. Rubbing another towel on her beautiful blonde hair, she wraps it around her head before staring back at you.

“Come over whenever Yerim isn't home and maybe you’ll get lucky.”

She winked at you, swaying her hips as she wrapped the other towel across her body and exited the bathroom. You were stunned at what just happened, but looked down and sighed remembering Jungeun teased you. Your erection was hard as a rock, and the thought of finishing yourself off to alleviate it would not be the same as indulging in her mouth for the very first time.

Finishing up a shower that started off relaxing and ended with frustration, you put your clothes back on and were teased one final time by Jungeun before you left their apartment. You felt even more exhausted than you did leaving Hyejoo’s. Nothing sounded better than climbing into your bed and drifting off into sleep.

As you entered your apartment, you turned the lights on and were greeted coldly by a woman crossing her legs and folding her arms as she sat on the couch and tapped her foot.

“B-Baby, what’re you doing up?…” you asked nervously.

“We live together and you ask why am I still up when my boyfriend isn’t home?” Jeon Heejin asked you, not expecting an answer. You gulped. Heejin wanted to spend the entire day with you, the two of you having no similar days off until now. She planned out various couple activities to do at home that would culminate into the entire evening filled with exploring each other’s bodies. To make matters worse, Heejin sent you on an errand to get some marshmallows which you were doing until you got the call from Hyejoo.

“Did you have fun fucking those sluts instead of getting the one thing I told you we needed for date night?”

“I…”

“I can understand Hyejoo and Yerim. Those two have thighs that even I want to be buried between. But Jungeun unnie, seriously? She doesn’t even like giving head.”

“She liked choking on my cock though…” you said quietly, hoping Heejin wouldn’t hear. But of course, she did. Even when her back was turned to you when washing dishes, she knew what you were up to. Judging by the deep frown on her face, she wasn’t too happy with what you just said.

“You’re an asshole. I’m taking a shower. Don’t follow me.” Heejin said in a piercingly sharp tone, brushing past you as she began removing her clothes and headed for your shared bedroom. You sighed, fully prepared to sleep on the couch tonight as you were sure if you tried cuddling with her, you would end up on the floor from being kicked off the bed. Removing your coat and scarf, you went inside the bedroom after hearing Heejin turn on the shower faucets. You grabbed a pair of pajamas and went in front of the mirror, staring at your exhausted reflection. You could feel your eyebags start to form from how many times your sleep was interrupted. Having just put on your pajama pants, you were about to wear a shirt when you felt a pair of arms wrap behind your back. You instinctively flinched, Jungeun’s earlier actions scaring you as you believed Heejin would do the same.

“Oppa…”

Turning around you were not met by Heejin, instead a wide-eyed, black haired beauty who was just slightly taller than her smiled at you warmly. Her large glassy orbs beamed and deceptively cute eyebrows furrowed as you looked at her without saying a word. You rubbed your eyes, blinking them several times to make sure you weren’t seeing things. There was no mistaking it - Kim Hyunjin was in your bedroom.

“What are you doing here?” you asked.

“Heejin unnie asked if I wanted to spend Christmas with you guys.” She replied in a robotic tone.

“Unnie? Aren’t you guys the same age?”

“Tell that to your annoying ass girlfriend!” Hyunjin whined. “She makes me call her that even though we’re less than a month apart. And you guys don’t even have bread here…”

“I don’t think today’s a good day to hangout.” you said truthfully.

“Why?” she asked, sitting on your bed in a suspiciously polite manner. She placed her hands on her lap awaiting your answer. “Is it because you fucked three girls instead of running an errand for unnie?”

Your mouth was open, shocked at how Hyunjin knew what happened.

“Choi Yerim is hot as fuck and fun in bed, but that girl really can’t keep her mouth shut. She went into great detail about how you fucked her thighs and pounded her hard.”

“Choi Yerim…” you silently muttered. “Is there anything else she told you?”

“That Heejin unnie is going to kill you when you get home.”

“I really should.” Heejin’s deep voice said from behind you as she exited the bathroom. She sat in front of her vanity mirror and began working on her nighttime skincare routine. Her fingers skimmed through the various lipsticks and lip gloss until she found one she liked. Applying a thin layer on her lips, she moved both together and made a wet popping noise trying to distribute it evenly. Staring at your reflection through the glass, she continued.

“Hyunjin here was going to be my Christmas gift to you, baby.”

Seeing you tilt your head slightly in confusion, she explained further.

“I called her over because I wanted us to have a threesome with her.” That very sentence left you weak in the knees. You were instantly beginning to regret answering Hyejoo’s call on your way home. Hyunjin’s face continued to be expressionless as Heejin closed her eyes and shyly smiled.

“We could’ve had so much fun, the three of us. Hyunjin riding you while I sit on your face. Maybe the two of us using her for our own selfish desires.” Heejin said, biting her lower lip hungrily as you could see the lust beginning to form in her eyes.

“But you just had to go fuck that busty whore Son Hyejoo. I hope that titfuck was worth it, baby. Because you won’t get to touch me for a long, long time.”

“Baby…” you whined softly.

“Instead…” Heejin said, getting out of her chair and sitting next to Hyunjin, “you’ll have to suffer watching me enjoy another woman’s body.”

Brushing a small strand of hair behind Hyunjin’s ear, Heejin traced an outline of her face before placing a deep kiss on her lips. Hyunjin was definitely caught by surprise, not expecting things to escalate so quickly. Her eyes widened slightly before fluttering shut as her arms wrapped around Heejin’s neck. Heejin on the other hand brought her hand under Hyunjin’s chin and tilted her head up, giving her a better angle to kiss her from. Their lips looked extremely soft, giving off the image of finally reuniting after quite some time. Each kiss was full of passion and intensity.

Heejin loved being in charge in the bedroom and tonight was no different. Her hands begin exploring Hyunjin’s body. You watched as the coat she was wearing slid down her body and onto the floor below. Each inch of skin that was being exposed aroused you even more. It seemed Hyunjin was prepared for the evening’s festivities, only wearing a sheer lace bra underneath.

Hyunjin moaned as she ran her fingers though Heejin’s brown and blonde hair. The two continued their heated exchange as Heejin bites on Hyunjin’s lower lip, causing her to moan out in satisfaction. Heejin’s eyes are half open, side eyeing you as her gaze lingers against your own. It doesn’t last long, however, as her full attention returns to Hyunjin as she pushes her tongue inside the younger woman’s mouth. At this point, it was nearly impossible to not be aroused as you felt your erection growing from inside your pants.

Heejin’s naughty hands find their way down to Hyunjin’s ass, cupping each soft looking cheek through her lace panties. Hyunjin is the first to break the kiss, letting out a soft moan as Heejin uses this chance to suck on her inviting neck.

Wanting to arouse you even more, Heejin grabs onto Hyunjin’s hips and makes her get on her hands and knees on the bed, with Hyunjin facing you. The pleasure is beginning to wash all over her cute features as Heejin quickly reaches for the waistband of Hyunjin’s panties and removes them using her slim fingers.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Hyunjin reaches behind herself and unclasps the lock of her bra, causing the silky fabric to join the other discarded garments. Heejin is pleased by this - taking the opportunity to fondle Hyunjin’s perky breasts from behind as she plants more kisses on her neck.

Using her middle finger, Heejin spreads Hyunjin’s legs and causes her to moan out loudly. While you weren’t able to see what was going on, you knew Heejin was teasing her.

“Baby, this slut is so fucking wet.” Heejin’s erotically deep voice said to you. “You could’ve been balls deep inside her right now.”

A loud scream accompanied the action as you realized that Heejin has used another finger to enter Hyunjin’s most intimate area.

“She’s so tight.” Heejin said. “Would’ve you love to be fucking a hot slut who screams so much?”

Every devilish word that escapes Heejin’s lips turns you on even more. You wanted to throw away your dignity and join the two of them in pleasure. But because of Heejin’s headstrong personality, you knew better than to go against her wishes.

“Baby, she’s so fucking tight.” Heejin repeated softly. “Were Hyejoo or Yerim this wet and tight for you?”

Hyunjin’s thighs quivered as your girlfriend continued her merciless assault. While this served as your punishment for leaving her all alone, it seemed Heejin was definitely enjoying herself. Heejin uses one hand to cup Hyunjin’s breasts and hold her up right while continuing to stimulate her with the other. With Hyunjin now being held up, you were able to get a good view of the action going on between her legs. Hyunjin’s toned, flat tummy and once innocent features were now replaced by a lust-filled woman who wanted nothing more than to chase her own desires thanks to your girlfriend. Despite all of this, Hyunjin manages to make eye contact with you, her eyes half closed as her mouth makes a perfect O shape and releases wordless moans.

“I bet she’s even tighter than me.” Heejin naughtily said.

“Unnie…” Hyunjin whined, the pleasure becoming too much for her to retain her composure. “Unnie… I’m so close… Unnie…”

“How about it, baby?” Do you want to fuck this needy slut?”

A passionate moan escapes Hyunjin’s lips as she struggles to keep her body raised. Unable to form coherent words, the only thing both of you hear are moans of pleasure. Her eyes fluttered rapidly as her body squirmed. Whenever you hung out with Hyunjin, she was quiet, almost exuding a robotic-like personality. But in this moment, she was being dominated by your girlfriend who was easily pushing her into the brink of an orgasm. Heejin’s hand which was still cupping her breast began to take a nipple in between her thumb and index finger, mirroring what you did to Hyejoo earlier in the evening. Pinching each of them, Hyunjin moans while Heejin tilts her head and gives you an extremely naughty grin.

“Oh no, baby. Looks like I’ll make Hyunjin cum before you do.”

That was all it took for Hyunjin to release the loudest moan of the night, bordering on a high-pitched scream as her body spasms and finally gives into her orgasm. Heejin manages to keep her locked in place, wrapping her arms from behind Hyunjin and holding onto her shoulders.

Pure pleasure radiates from between Hyunjin’s legs as you both watched her writhe in pleasure. Her legs that looked like they had been reduced to jelly were struggling to not give out as Heejin kissed her from behind tenderly. Several minutes passed until Hyunjin’s orgasm subsided. A thin layer of sweat glistened on her porcelain skin as she began to regain her senses.

While Hyunjin’s chest heaves and allows her to begin breathing normally again, she takes this chance to push Heejin onto the bed. She removes the pesky undergarments in one quick motion. Hyunjin bites her lower lip softly as she admires Heejin’s beautiful naked body. Despite not being tall, Heejin possessed perfect proportions, something you were always thankful for. Her long, graceful legs and cute hourglass figure were fully exposed to the both of you as Hyunjin climbed on top of her.

The two of them kiss each other once more, savoring their sinful tastes. Heejin gasped as Hyunjin sucks on her neck, sucking on your favorite part of it. Gradually increasing in volume, Hyunjin makes her way down, leaving a trail of kisses behind.

“Oh fuck, Hyunjin…” Heejin moaned when Hyunjin began to indulge in one of her breasts. Puckering her lips, she takes the tip of Heejin’s breasts and sucks on it softly, flicking her tongue against the sensitive nub. She makes sure not to leave the other breast unattended as her hand fondled it. Passionate moans and “oh fuck” streamed together seamlessly from your girlfriend’s mouth.

With half-lidded eyes, Heejin looked at you and smiled wickedly. Despite slowly surrendering herself to pleasure, she wanted to make sure you were watching another person use her body. She runs her fingers through Hyunjin’s hair, encouraging her to work on her other breast. It doesn’t last very long, however as Heejin wanted you to see something else. Getting the hint, Hyunjin smiled before looking back at you and lowering herself down Heejin’s body.

Spreading Heejin’s legs and placing them on either side of her shoulders, Hyunjin wastes no time and dives right in between your girlfriend’s creamy thighs. Only able to see the back of her head, Heejin tosses her head back in satisfaction as you see Hyunjin ascend from bottom to top.

“Oh fuck…” Heejin said in a soft, relaxed tone.

Hyunjin does this several more times, each time earning a sexy moan from Heejin.

Your girlfriend’s face has now contorted into being one of pure pleasure and appreciation for the woman currently in between her legs. Gasps and moans are the only thing Heejin is able to release from her lips as you watched Hyunjin bury her head deeper.

“Don’t you think it’s fair we all get to feel good?” Hyunjin asked, kissing the inner creases of Heejin’s thighs. You heard Hyunjin sucking on Heejin’s juices, silently wishing you were in her position instead.

“Baby, come here…” Heejin said softly. “Oh fuck…”

Hyunjin continues to eat out Heejin as your girlfriend closes her eyes and tries to reach for your pants. Helping her out, you removed your pajama pants and kicked them away from your ankles. You take Heejin’s small hand and guide it to your now exposed cock. You let out a soft gasp as she wraps them delicately around you.

Seeing your girlfriend become a needy mess caused you to pulse in her hand. She holds onto you tightly as, with her eyes still closed, she parts her lips with the head and paints your slit with her beautiful pink tongue.

“Oh fuck…” you moaned as Heejin began sucking your cock. It takes little effort on her part as more and more of your shaft enters her mouth. You joined her in closing your eyes, allowing you to savor the feeling of your girlfriend pleasuring you. Her lips felt soft, sweet and contained her pent up frustrations at you. The sinful act Hyunjin was doing on her lower body caused Heejin to moan while your cock was still in her mouth, sending wonderful vibrations all throughout your length.

Heejin continued moaning on your cock as you could feel her body beginning to tense up. She regretfully releases you from her mouth and lets out a sensual filled moan.

“Fuck… Hyunjin. I’m close. I’m so close. I’m about to- ahh….”

When Heejin’s lips wrapped themselves around your cock, you held onto both sides of her head as she sent more vibrations along your shaft’s underside. You bobbed her head softly as Heejin’s back arched and pushed Hyunjin deeper between her legs.

She lets out a muffled scream that feels incredible on your cock as you watched your girlfriend finally reach her orgasm. Pleasure flowed through her body - from the top of her head to her toes which curled in satisfaction as she wrapped her legs around Hyunjin’s head. Hyunjin begins consuming the juices that were flowing freely from your girlfriend’s wanton pussy. Heejin closed her eyes and threw her head back as she hummed in satisfaction.

Giving her time to allow the orgasm to wash over her body, you admired your girlfriend’s sweat misted skin and rosy tint of her cheeks. Once Heejin’s tight grip on her head weakens, Hyunjin rises from between her spread legs and smiles at you - Heejin’s juices glistening on her chin and lips. She licks up as much as she can before wiping her face.

Grabbing your cock and removing it from Heejin’s mouth, it was quickly replaced with Hyunjin’s own lips as the two shared deep, strong kisses. The two rediscover each other’s bodies while your mouth waters at the sight of both naked women.

Heejin notices this and breaks the kiss first.

“Do you want to suck his cock?” she asked Hyunjin. She responds with a curt nod. Staring up at you, seemingly asking for your approval, Hyunjin was wide eyed as she was finally met with your cock in front of her. She gives your cock a small kiss, watching in awe as the action caused it to twitch slightly.

Hyunjin doesn’t give you much time to think about anything else as she finally parts her lips and takes you into her mouth. She sucks your tip slowly, bobbing it quickly as if to test you out. Like you did with Heejin, you ran your fingers through Hyunjin’s dark locks and patted her head slightly.

Heejin on the other hand was focusing all of her attention on your balls, taking each one individually inside her mouth while making sure to paint long stripes of saliva by flattening her tongue.

“Fuck that feels so good, girls…” you moaned, closing your eyes and savoring the feeling of both women pleasuring you. You looked down and saw the soft mess of Hyunjin’s head as she bobbed up and down your cock. Her mouth was wet, almost silk like. It was as if the two women were silently competing to see which one could tip you over the edge and be the sole reason for your orgasm. With your hand guiding Hyunjin’s head, you were a bit disappointed when she suddenly released you from her mouth. She taps Heejin whose lips left your balls with a loud pop.

“I want to get fucked now.” Hyunjin said softly.

With Hyunjin now on your back, you made your way to be in between her legs that instinctively spread themselves for you. You teased her, slapping the head of your cock against her splayed pussy lips, feeling her precum deliciously coating it. Adjusting yourself slightly, you feel the heat radiating from her lower body.

“Fuck me.” She begged you. “Fuck me now.”

Not wanting her to wait any longer, you held onto Hyunjin’s thighs and entered her pussy slowly. Her warm, wet walls were ridiculously soft. Multiple sensations hit you at once. Hyunjin’s sexy moan and her eyes closing shut looked heavenly as the two of you savored the feeling of being connected for the very first time. Heejin was right - Hyunjin was extremely tight, her walls almost painfully constricting your shaft. You make sure to leave only your tip inside her before slamming inside her and finally fucking Hyunjin. The two of you were able to quickly establish a comfortable rhythm as your cock went in and out of her wanton body.

“Fuck…” Hyunjin moaned as her body rocked back and forth on the bed. Heejin takes the opportunity to pull her in for another kiss, her tongue entering Hyunjin’s mouth while you fucked her. The sight of it all seemed like a dream - to be naked and sharing such an intimate moment with two beautiful women is something most people go their entire lives without experiencing. But here you were, well into the wee hours after Christmas with your cock buried deep inside Hyunjin as she begs you to fuck her harder.

“Punish her, baby.” Heejin said as you held onto Hyunjin’s hips. With Heejin cheering you on, you increased the speed of your thrusts, causing Hyunjin to release louder and louder moans as she wanted you to go even deeper inside her. Her toes curled in satisfaction as her body was shaken each time your cock entered her.

“Fuck!” she screamed. “Fuck, oppa. You feel so good!”

“Don’t tell my boyfriend what to do, you slut!” Heejin said, slapping Hyunjin’s face. It looked like it stinged, but mattered little to Hyunjin as pleasure washed through her body. Heejin took the chance to climb on top of Hyunjin and lowered her crotch onto the younger woman’s face.

“Since you don’t seem to respect your unnie’s wishes and want to be a bad girl, I figured we should work on cleaning this filthy mouth of yours. And what better way to do that then by stuffing your face with my pussy.”

Your hands find their way to Heejin’s soft, supple cheeks and squeeze each one. You gave her two quick slaps which caused her body to squirm on top of Hyunjin.

“Baby!” Heejin moaned.

Hyunjin held onto your girlfriend’s thighs for support as her tongue pushed itself deeper inside Heejin’s pussy.

“I-Is this the best Christmas gift ever?” Heejin asked you.

“F-Fuck yes.” you said, thrusting into Hyunjin.

Heejin arched her back as she savored the feeling of Hyunjin’s mouth pleasuring her. She grinds her crotch against Hyunjin’s face, wanting to spread her juices all over.

“Do you want to fuck me now, baby?” Heejin moaned.

“Fuck yes.” you repeated, albeit a bit too loudly. Hyunjin moaned in disappointment as she felt Heejin leave her face and you removing yourself from her pussy at the same time. Heejin pulls you in for a kiss, stroking your cock as the two of you exchange a passionate duel of affection. Pulling her face away first, Heejin shakes her butt cutely at you. You smiled watching each cheek jiggle as you gave them another slap.

Heejin moaned in satisfaction as you finally entered your girlfriend from behind. No matter how many times you did it with her or fucked any of her friends, nothing could replicate the feeling of having sex with the woman you loved the most. Her pussy was drenched, the result of Hyunjin giving her an orgasm and her natural leakage whenever you two were intimate.

“Baby…” Heejin cooed as you began to fuck her from behind.

You held onto Heejin’s toned arms as your body required little effort in order to find a comfortable rhythm. The two of you have done this so many times, it was almost second nature. And while you did increase your pace slightly, it required minimal effort for Heejin to release a steady stream of pleasure filled moans.

“You feel so good, baby.” Heejin said as your thrusts were preventing her from speaking quickly. “Merry Christmas… oh, fuck!”

With her body rocking back and forth, Hyunjin took the opportunity to lay in front of Heejin and forced her head down into her spread legs. All of you moaned simultaneously at the sinful situation. Grabbing onto your girlfriend’s soft cheeks, you squeezed them hard as you thrusted in and out of her wanton body. Her tongue vibrated inside Hyunjin’s pussy, causing the younger woman to let out a scream as she grabbed both sides of Heejin’s head and pushed her even deeper.

For many, Christmas was a time to be with friends and loved ones exchanging gifts - valuing each other’s company. For you and Heejin, this was going to be something the two of you would never forget.

#kpop smut #kpop fanfic #loona #loona smut #kim jungeun #kimberly lippington #jeon heejin #kim hyunjin #son hyejoo #choi yerim #male reader #reader insert

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Murder, He Wrote

Part 5.

Summary:��The morning after the night before, and you’ve no idea what Ransom is going to greet you…

Warnings: Bad language words. MATURE (NSFW 18+) NON-CON situation, kidnap, violence. DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THOSE TRIGGER… READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!

Pairing: DARK! Ransom Drysdale x Reader

A/N: So this is Part 5 to my submission for @Jtargaryen18 ‘s Haunted House 2020 Challenge. Recently my original partner Southerngracela left Tumblr, and as such I’m going it alone based on our notes and planned plot for this series. I hope I do it justice.

READ THE WARNINGS!!!! This is a DARK Series… don’t @ us if you can’t follow simple instructions and end up with butt-hurt. And if you’re under 18…get off my blog.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and by writing it does NOT mean I agree with or condone the acts contained within. This fiction is classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar reader and any other OCs that may or may not be mentioned. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Murder, He Wrote Masterlist // Main Masterlist.

Part 4

You woke the next morning, a warm feeling coursing through your body but with a deep ache in your cheek which was laid against a naked pectoral, as you had clearly shifted in your sleep during the night. Your left hand was resting upon a very naked and warm torso with well-defined abs, while a heavy arm draped over your equally naked body; across your shoulder and down your back, a large hand splayed over your hip, fingertips barely grazing the edge of the sheet which settled itself just below pelvic bones.

As you blinked the sleep from your system, your barely conscious mind began to register exactly who you were cuddling up to. Your captor, the man who’d abused you and held you hostage for the past few months and you swallowed as your mind flooded with memories of the previous night and everything that had happened to the point of escalation and his return. He returned to you a completely different person, broken almost, a far cry from the stoic, cold asshole persona that he did his best to project to the world and you…well, you’d felt sorry for him.

You saw regret, for the first time ever, etched across his face, behind red, saddened and tired eyes. You were cautious, not forgiving, but cautious. You’d empathised, and moreover, you’d seen a chink in his armour that you’d exploited. Whilst he was in that raw, stripped bare state (both figuratively and metaphorically) you’d seized your chance. You’d taken the upper hand.

And now, you were struggling to comprehend exactly how you felt about it.

Despite the ache in your cheek and pain in your knee, your heart waged a war against the reality of your situation. For the first time in two, nearly three months, you felt differently towards him and that scared you. No, it terrified you. Had Ransom just been hiding behind his pain and fear, putting forth the beast before the man?

The memory of how he made you feel the previous night flooded behind your fluttering eyes and you felt a stir within, as if your feminine nature craved him unlike before. But your mind kept saying now, stay logical. Don't be part of the hunt, be part of the chase. But really, what were you chasing? You didn't know.

As if to curb that craving, you stretched out like a cat finding its patch of sunlight on the floor. And almost as if he reacted to your movement, he gave one of his own, his back arching a little as he jostled you on his chest, a deep sigh leaving his system as he gave a low rumble of contentment.

"Morning," you heard him speak above your ear. His voice was deep and raspy, sleep riddled. It made your stomach flutter and your thighs instinctively clench.

You sat up in bed, pulling the sheet up your body to cover yourself a bit more. Then you turned towards Ransom, your better cheek facing him. "Hi," you spoke softly.

"C'mere," he said, gently reaching for your forearm to pull you back into him.

You were stopped short of completely covering him, your hair falling over your left side and as he tucked the obstructing strand behind your ear, his thumb caught your cheek and you hissed. He noticed it immediately and his eyes grew sorrowful. He pulled you to his lips, kissing you softly, slowly before he pulled away and sat up, kicking his legs over the side of the bed and standing, his naked body on display.

You weren't in denial of the Adonis before you, but underneath the God-like physique and piercing blue eyes, still lurked a Demon waiting for his next opportunity to seize his moment. He turned to you and leaned on his hands, palms flat, against the mattress.

"I'll be right back," he said softly, as he leaned in again for a gentle kiss before slipping into his boxers and leaving you.

Ransom headed upstairs, taking two steps at a time emerging into the airy, well-lit hallway. He strode purposefully into the kitchen, running one hand through his sleep mussed hair, yawning slightly as he scratched at his bare chest with the other before he reached down to the front of his expensive boxers and rearranged the crotch of the fabric to make it slightly more comfortable.

The night he'd had was nothing short of amazing, mind blowing even. In fact, he'd go as far as to say like no other, how he felt, how he'd made her feel, hearing her call out his name more than once. But nothing, nothing was like the sound of his name across her lips for the first time. He felt his chest swell at even the slightest flicker of a memory, his skin blushing.

But now, outside of his general reason for coming up to the main part of the house, Ransom was confused, unsure and uncharacteristically nervous. Riddled with guilt, he sought out ice and the first aid kit.

He headed to his bathroom upstairs and collected the items he needed; rubbing alcohol, swabs and bandages. Then he headed down and into the kitchen, bare feet making their way across the cold floor. He took a dish towel and pulled some cubes from the freezer and twisted the ends together, creating a pouch. Then with the items in hand, he headed back to Y/N.

It didn't go amiss that she hadn't moved from the exact spot he'd left her in minutes ago. He took note of her watching every move he made, each step he took, the twitches of his muscular frame and stare of his eyes. Her eyes watched him, suspicion reflecting in her stare. He sighed."You still don't trust me, Sweetheart?"

"I don't know." She whispered hesitantly. "It's.... complicated."

There it was again, her doubt in him. He looked her over and even in the dull light of the room, he could see the destruction on her face. The way the discoloring of her skin filtrated from her defined and now split cheek bone to her stunning eye, marking her for what he could assume would be a good couple of weeks. The split skin had started to scab but was no doubt painful and puffy even under the bruising. It looked angry and tender. Pain and regret filled his eyes as he felt them mist slightly. Leaning closer as he stood by the side of the bed, his thumb traced over the broken skin gently as if by touch he'd heal her.

“Yeah, I suppose it is." He dropped down onto the bed next to her and handed over the ice pack. "Here..."

"Thank you," she winced as she held the ice to her cheek, sitting with her left leg covered and the sheet pulled up to her chest.

He looked her over, looking for anything else amiss. Then he saw the scrape across her right knee. Her exposed leg was bent there at the joint. Ransom gently took her ankle and pulled her close, propping the leg over his thighs.

"I'm sorry I hurt you," he whispered, looking at the scrape and applying an alcohol swap. She hissed at the way it burned and Ransom's first instinct was to gently blow on the stinging skin.

"Are we just talking about yesterday?"

He stopped the gentle blowing and sighed, dropping his head a little. "Does it matter?”

"Not really, it's not like I'm going to go anywhere either way, is it, Ransom?" She swallowed.

She called him by his name again, sending chills and flutters through him like a school boy with a hard crush. He swallowed hard and took her wrist holding the ice, "let me see."

She obliged, letting him pull her hand away as his other reached up and tilted her face round. She blinked a little, her eyes not leaving his face as he took a deep breath and his hand dropped down to the bed. He nodded at the ice. "Put that back on, it'll help with the swelling."

"Okay," she agreed, doing as he asked. They were in a limbo of sorts. He didn't know what to do, but he felt an unfamiliar, unnerving desperate need to be with her.

And the silence was nerve wracking.

The ice began dripping into your hand and trailing down your forearm. You pulled the pack away and handed it back to Ransom. "I... I need to shower, just take a few minutes to uh, freshen up.”

Ransom nodded, his fingers gently brushing yours as he took the pack off you. "Sure” He nodded. “I’ll be in the kitchen, come up when you’re ready.”

“Okay.” You agreed, with a single nod of your head.

Easing your legs out of the sheets you stood up, your limbs feeling a little stiff from the previous evening’s activities and you could feel his eyes on you as you walked into the bathroom, no doubt taking in how your backside looked. The remnants of the night before were still strewn about the tiled floor, and you sighed before you turned on the shower.

As the water warmed, you gathered yourself to gaze at your reflection. Surely your cheek was worse off than the night before. And a glance confirmed it were. A deep bruising shade of purple was working its way from your cheek bone to just under your eyes, a scab where the skin had broken had formed. You didn't want to see anymore. You climbed into the shower and allowed the heat of the water to relax your sore muscles.

You ached in a way that you hadn't in a long while. The way you knew you could after all nerves fired in pleasure and tingled your skin. Last night was interesting to say the least. It was the first time you felt anything outside of deep, gnawing despair. It was obvious that Ransom thought he had won, that you had given in. You had control of the situation nearly from the start, and it had felt good, so, so good. He'd called you baby and it made you shudder in... delight, so much so you’d called him Ransom, breathlessly moaning it as a pleasure coursed through you that you didn't try to stop or deny.

You didn't protest, you didn't fight back. You’d wanted it. And then, that warm feeling of him letting go inside you, filling you, and the look on his face as he did so, well you were shivering at the thought.

The question was, now what? Where do you go from here? You weren't stupid, freedom wasn't an option. But, there could be a bit more for you to work with. Nodding to yourself, knowing how to at least start, you shampooed your hair, inhaling and getting lost in its scent. Autopilot kicked in and you finished your shower, eventually stepping back into your room, wrapped in a towel.

You sorted through your wardrobe, deciding on a pair of dark washed jeans, one could say fit like a glove over your legs and hips, drawing your body in sharp curves and lines, pairing it with a black satin camisole and burgundy cardigan. You toweled your hair off more, collecting the remaining heavy water droplets in the terrycloth fabric and went to hang it back up on the hook in the bathroom. You noticed Ransom's clothes and items from the night before were gone from where they were discarded and no other remnant of him remained other than the distinct smell of him on your sheets and throughout your bed. Taking a look in the mirror, you replaced the butterfly closure bandaid on your cheek and dabbed some face cream gently around your bruise. You sorted your hair, brushing through it but leaving it to dry on its own, a hair tie now on your wrist in case you needed it. You took your time getting dressed and cleaned up, tossing your sheets around to make your bed and tidy up. It was obvious you were making him wait, and that was okay with you. You didn't know exactly what awaited you in the kitchen, which Ransom you'd get, but so far, the version of the man that took you seemed to remain far behind.

After accepting you’d stalled as much as you could, you took a deep breath and headed up the stairs emerging into the well-lit, yet cold hallway and made your way through to the large kitchen. Ransom turned from where he had been filling up the coffee machine and his gaze flicked over your appearance before he met your eyes and his mouth twitched up at one side into a small, yet noticeable smile.

"What can I make you?" You asked softly, treading unevenly in your thoughts as they echoed in word around the room.

“Nothing.” He shook his head, “Come, sit.” He was now dressed, casually in a Henley and casual pants. His hair tossed back and from where you stood you could smell that distinct smell he had even over the freshly brewing coffee. You pulled at the sleeves of your cardigan as you stepped one bare foot in front of the other to take your seat at the breakfast table as directed.

Ransom placed a mug of coffee down in front of you, which you thanked him for, and he took a seat at the table, as you took a sip of your drink. A silence fell over the room, and as you watched him in the corner of your eye you could see his fingers flexing round his mug.

But he was the one that broke the stalemate, clearing his throat slightly as he shifted in his seat. "I thought, maybe, we could order in?" He offered. "I... I can call the bakery that does the almond croissants you've come to like? Or if you'd prefer breakfast sandwiches I can get those?"

The words came as a nervous ramble from him, and you could tell he had no idea how to navigate this new situation you both found yourselves in any more than you did. You quickly realized that Ransom Drysdale didn't know how to navigate "the morning after".

“I, errr…" You began to speak and he shook his head.

“You don’t want those? Okay, that’s…”

“No, I mean, yes, I mean…” You took a deep breath before you licked your lips. “I'm just not hungry for breakfast, that is but maybe... maybe we could get Thai or something tonight? Or, if you'd prefer something else, like if you want me to make something, I...."

"We can do Thai. There's a small place not far from here, great food. What do you like?"

"I'm not picky."

"That's not what I asked." He looked at you with a glint of happy in his eyes. "What would you choose?"

"Coconut prawns, beef satay, chicken curry," You replied with a soft, hopeful smile, the feeling of happiness at the possibility you were going to get a treat, do something so normal, made your chest feel as warm as the time he’d returned your personal belongings, or the day the tree was delivered.

"Consider it done."

"Do you think I could maybe have a beer or a glass of wine with it?"

"Anything in this house is yours if you want it." He looked at you and your mind was suddenly taken right back to that moment in his study weeks ago, the day Blanc had paid you a visit.

“You know, it could all be yours, Sweetheart, if you just stopped fighting what you know you want.”

Had you stopped fighting? Or had you just merely taken control of a vulnerable situation? Is this what you wanted? You had to just sit in the silence for a second. This whole scenario was quickly becoming a kaleidoscope of feelings and you weren't sure where to start.

"You said anything, right? I'd assume that's within reason."

His eyes narrowed for a moment and he leaned forward on his elbows. "Anything, within reason."

You started to move your lips to ask of what you wanted but you stopped yourself, suddenly embarrassed at the thought. Ransom saw this and glided a warm hand across the table to run a finger over your thumb down to your wrist. "Tell me," he coaxed. His tone and look made your insides twist in two different directions, one in fear and the other in delight. It was a confusing juxtaposition at best.

"I want to go outside. I want to feel the sun on my face, breath in the cold winter air." You had hoped the misting of your eyes wasn't visible nor the hope in your words.

"I'll think about it," he replied after a small pause.

"Okay," you shrugged. It wasn't an outright no. Silence filled the kitchen again, neither of sure what to do or say and finally you stood to get more coffee and when you turned to face him, to offer him a top off, you were startled to find him right behind you.

In your start you have a gasp and warm hands cupped your face. Your heart raced through your chest. It was damn near impossible to read him. Soft lips touched yours. "I have some work to do in the study," he spoke softly.

"Sure." You nodded, your eyes locked onto his as he stepped back slightly. "Do you want me to be there with you or..."

"I have a better idea," well that worried you. What'd he want? A blow job under the desk? "I want you to gather your stuff, you're not staying down there anymore."

"So where do I go?" You tried not to sound too hopeful, as if he'd set you free that easily. Nor were you even sure you wanted to go.

"Upstairs, with me." He stated matter of factly. "Come on, I'll show you. I'll move your clothes up later, but for now, after I show you around, get everything else you want or need, whatever."

“Do I get a say in all this?” You blurted it out before you could stop yourself and swallowed, waiting for his anger to brew but it didn’t. Instead he simply raised his eyebrow at you.

“Do you wanna stay down there?” He asked.

“No, but-“

“Good, then we’re agreed.”

You opened and closed your mouth like a fish to protest but couldn’t think of what to say, not that it mattered anyway, it wasn’t like you had a choice. Not really. You followed him up the stairs and onto the expansive second floor. It seemed to be sectioned off into a handful of bedrooms and a couple of bathrooms. Ransom took great delight in showing you grandiose room after grandiose room, and to be honest you found it all a little ostentatious, why would he need all that room for just him. Well, him and you as it transpired… And he saved the ‘best for last’, according to him anyway, as he pushed open the heavy door into his room. Instantly you were hit with the familiar smell of his woody aftershave and you took a deep breath as you looked around.

Your eyes took in the space, the four post bed, the ornately shaped windows that were nearly floor to ceiling. There was a fireplace and above it, over the mantle, a mirror. The entire room was decorated in neutral whites and creams, with a touch of grey on the detailing in the alcoves and around the fireplace, a pale blue and white striped bed spread and matching pillow covers adorned the bed. It screamed Ransom to you, from floor to ceiling. Whilst the rest of the house wasn’t what you would class as warm, this was even less so. It was very open, very.... manly and stiff, a woman's touch never evident. Your eyes strayed upwards, half expecting to see a mirror on the ceiling, but to your relief there wasn’t one.

"What do you think?" He asked, his breath hot on your neck, and from the tone of his voice you could tell he was seeking approval. He was openly showing you around, almost as if he was trying to tell you this wasn’t his typical ‘fuck and duck’ scenario. He was taking his time with it, and half of you felt relieved, the other, well, trapped.

"It's very different than downstairs, or my room even." You chose your words carefully as a strong palm in the base of your spine guided you through the doorway.

“Is that a good thing?” He asked, turning to look at you, brushing a hand through his messy hair.

You pop a shoulder, not knowing exactly what to say. He guided you through to the en suite and you felt your eyes grow wide as you took in the space. The floor was a grey and speckled marble which made you nervous immediately about the potential of slipping when wet. Mood lighting was set into the entire space, skirting around the edge of the flooring, shining up the granite tiles that lined the walls, except for the wall on the inside of the huge shower cubicle to your left, which sported the same tiles, only a gloss white. The whole thing was set off by a large chrome waterfall shower that was easily big enough for two people, maybe three, with immaculately clean glass doors and sides. Along the far wall was an enormous ornate tub, the sides so high there was a small step into them, and to the right stood two chrome basins fed by matching fancy mixer taps, all perched on top of a sleek, white marble unit with frosted glass cupboard doors underneath, and another large mirror over the basin unit, which was illuminated by bright LED lights.

"The sink to the left is yours, anything you want can be stored in the cabinet there, it's empty. So are the drawers on the side." He explained, leaning against his side of the sink basin.

"Erm, thanks." You nodded, your eyes flicking to where he'd directed your attention before you looked back at him, your fingers tugging on the sleeves of your cardigan as you licked your lips. There wasn't a spot of dirt, a single water mark or anything anywhere and before you could stop yourself you blurted out what was on your mind. "How the fuck do you keep this so clean? It would drive me mental even trying to polish the taps!"

It was his turn to pop his shoulder in such a blasé fashion, "the maid comes three times a week".

“You have a maid?” You asked, and even as you spoke you weren’t sure why it came as a surprise. Of course he had a maid. Not that you’d seen her, you were always responsible for cleaning your own space, but then of course you would be…

"Now, like I said," he pushed off the basin with his hips and stepped into your space, "I have some work to do. Move what you can up here and sort it all out. I'll be in the study if you need me."

"What I can?" You looked up at him. "Where should I put my clothes?"

"I told you, I'd take care of that later for you. Move the small stuff."

“Okay.”

With a satisfied nod, his hands gently dropped to your hips and he pulled your body flush to his, his lips meeting yours in a soft kiss. Without another word, he pulled away, turned and left you standing there, your mind trying to figure out exactly what was happening. With a deep sigh, you headed to your space. It didn't take more than two trips for you to bring up all you had and when you'd finished putting it away you sat down on the bed, your feet dangling over the edge.

Your palms felt the soft, cotton bedspread and you glanced at your small, leather bag which contained your few books and your journal. Not sure what side of the bed was yours, you didn’t know which nightstand to place them on so you decided to leave them where they were for the time being.

Which nightstand was yours…

You shook your head, letting out a sigh. This was all kinds of fucked up. You’d gone from his captor to his cohabiter, sharing a room like a couple who love and want to be with each other. You felt the tears stinging your eyes and with a soft sniff you moved and curled up in the middle of the bed, tucking your knees into your chest. You lay still, the strange room silent around you, and before long your eyes grew heavy as you thought to yourself, it is what it is. You just needed to concentrate on keeping things as they are now, as this Ransom was certainly a damned sight preferable to Asshole Hugh.

***** When you stirred from your nap, immediately you felt something was different and you moved your arm, realising that you were under the covers. As you blinked you sat up, the heavy eiderdown duvet falling down your body and you realised that Ransom must have been up and tucked you in. As your sights came to you, you noticed you were on the left side of the bed, looking out, your things had been properly stowed on the nightstand next to you.

Curiosity pecked at your sleepy mind and you slowly came out of bed and padded over to the walk in closet. Sure enough, you saw your things hung and organized neatly across the space from his own. You couldn't resist your next move, your fingers trailing over the sweaters and garments hanging on his side, your tips curling over the camel colored coat you'd come to know so well. Tattered sweaters and crisp button downs hung impeccably straight on their velvet and wooden hangers, shoes, some well-worn and others not, paired and stacked in the organizer where they belonged.

It was a far cry from your old, small wardrobe in your apartment which was cramped full, things jumbled and piled all over the place, not to mention the constant pile of ironing you kept in the corner of your room, which you never seemed to manage to reach the bottom of.

Your stomach grumbled and you found yourself hungrier than when you'd fallen into bed. Now, you seemed famished. You left the master and headed down to see if you could find your newly minted cohabitant. As you walked, you noticed for the first time that there were no photos of anything or anyone, anywhere. The odd piece of art, no doubt ludicrously expensive, hung along the walls in a few spaces but other than that, nothing. No personal touches, no family photos, absolutely nothing.

Again, not surprising given his relationship with his family. And you doubt he had any friends, none beyond acquaintances anyway.

As you reached the final steps, you could hear furious typing on keys and realized Ransom was still in the study. You made your way there and as you stood in the doorway, you waited for him to take notice.

“You gonna stand there all day or come in, Sweetheart?” He drawled, not even looking up from the sleek screen on his desk.

You came in, twisting your cardigan over your midsection and rubbing your arms. You walked over to the window and looked out. "It looks cold out there, beautiful, but cold."

You hesitated about thanking him for what he'd obviously done while you napped. But after a pause, you said it anyway. "Thank you... For getting my things."

"I told you I would so I did, you're welcome." He murmured, his attention still on his work. You glanced outside again, your eyes flicking to the light snow fall as it drifted down from the sky, settling down and melting into the ample, powder soft covering on the ground.

Ransom flicked his eyes toward the window and saw her staring out over the large grounds. He'd been furiously working away, trying to fix his current storyline for hours but parts still didn't feel right. He'd taken a break and taken Y/N's clothes upstairs, only to find her sound asleep in his, no, their bed. He'd hung up her clothes and tucked her in before retreating back into the study which brought him to now. A strange idea occurred to him, so he shut down his screen, stood and walked behind her. His eyes caught hers in the reflection of the window.

"I want to show you something," he said softly as his hands again found her hips, his lips pressed into that spot on her neck he knew she loved. Her eyes looked into his from over her shoulder and she replied with a small nod.

He took her to the back door, the one that led out into the garden and opened the closet door beside it. Inside were coats and boots. He grabbed a pair, creepily in her size, and a peacoat. A scarf of beige wool hung on a hook and he wrapped it around her neck before helping her into the coat. He waited for her to dip her feet into the boots and slipped into his own short, thick coat. Her eyes seemed to sparkle with excitement as he gripped the knob and pulled the door towards them.

"After you," he offered.

Her mouth went slack a little and her eyes stared at him now wide. The more she stared, the more his chest tightened and made the intimate moment grow uncomfortable for him. Ransom lightly scoffed and rolled his eyes, "Are you going to go out or not?"

He immediately regretted his outburst as her eyes averted from his down to the floor and she nodded. "Yes," she replied meekly. “I’m sorry.”

With one foot in front of the other, he followed her as she stepped outside. Immediately, the falling snow began to cling to the wisps of her hair and the shoulders of her coat. He imagined he looked just the same. He watched as she tipped her head back, raising her face to the snow as it fell, flakes clinging to her eyelashes as a huge smile crept across her pretty features. Then, he saw the way her shoulders began to shake as hot tears leaked from her eyes. But she was still grinning, her tongue popping out if her soft lips to catch the flakes of falling snow.

Ransom had read countless stories, heard many tales about people experiencing what they called a revelation, a sudden awakening to something emotional which you couldn’t control, and he’d scoffed. It was alien to him, not being able to regulate how you feel, but that was exactly what had happened to him yesterday, and it was happening again, but not because he was feeling those things, but because Y/N was. She wasn't crying because she was sad or scared, she was crying because she was experiencing the moment. And right there and then, he understood. You can’t control or make someone truly want anything. Sure, you could bully and coerce, but to truly make them feel it, that wasn’t possible.

A cold, wet feeling brought him out of his thoughts and he'd realized he was covered in snow, pieces of it dripping from his head, down the break in his coat and through his sweater. He gave a small yell of annoyance, looking up as he realised a large glob had dropped off the edge of the guttering straight onto his head.

A melodic sound quickly hit his ears and he realized Y/N was laughing, full body titled giggles at his expense. His nostrils flared a little as she continued, and then, in a movement that was almost automatic, he bent down and scooped a handful up snow at his feet and slapped it straight into her chest, his eyebrow raised.

Challenge issued, sweetheart.

She gasped and he couldn't deny the chill it gave him deep in his loins. He loved that sound. But soon that smug smirk on his face was wiped clean as Y/N flung a handful of snow right back in his direction sending her scampering across the garden.

"Oh, Sweetheart." His voice was low as he bent to scoop up more of the icy, cold snow. "You have no idea what you just started."

From there the chase was on, ducking and running for cover as he chased her and when he finally caught up to her, she was falling away from his grasp and into the deep snow at their feet, his body falling over hers. Ransom looked down at her, his hair falling over his forehead, chest heaving as she reached up and brushed the strand back, her hand cold as it fell to his cheek.

"Ransom," she purred, "you can smile.”

It was a point not a request. His chest tightened at the way she gazed at him. The snow continued to fall over them, but neither paid it any attention. His gaze was locked onto hers.

"Oh, what about? The fact I'm freezing cold and soaked when I could be inside, dry and warm by the fire?" He recovered with a tease, and she rolled her eyes, letting out a soft huff.

"It's almost Christmas, and it’s snowing." She looked at him, "what isn't there to love about that?"

He faked a puzzled look for a moment and then found a chuckle rising up from his chest as her other hand rested there against his coat. "This is probably this first Christmas I ever cared about." He admitted freely.

She frowned as she looked at him, before she shook her head. "That's really sad, Ransom."

"I don't want pity..."

"No, that's not..." She took a deep breath and licked her lips. "That's not what that was. I was just stating a fact, that’s all."

He began to stand and pull her with him. "Let's go inside. I'm freezing my ass off."

Their moment was over and he started back into the house, Y/N following him, albeit at a slightly slower pace, clearly not as willing as he was to leave the outside space. And he supposed he couldn’t blame her all things considered, even if it was alien to him.

He shucked his coat off and then helped her with hers, "I'm going to order dinner."

"Okay, thank you." She nodded as she followed him back through the kitchen and into the warm study.

The two of you sat around the study, him going back to work on his book and you reading a book you pulled from the shelves around the room, sipping your respective beers together after Ransom had offered you one upon one of his many breaks in typing. The sound of the doorbell rang through the house and Ransom picked up his phone. He glanced at the screen before he stood up, and before he could say anything you spoke.

“Is that our food?” Your tone was hopeful, revealing your excitement and he looked at you, the smile on his face mirroring yours.

“Yeah.” He ran his hand through his hair, brushing the strands off his forehead. “Do you wanna go to the kitchen and-“

“No.” You said quickly and he arched his brow at you, puzzled and you swallowed. “I mean, if it’s okay with you, I’d kinda like to sit by the fire. It’s what I norm-“ you paused, your eyes dropping to your hands. “It’s what I used to do, sit on the rug, eating out of the box, watching junk TV.”

“Lounge it is, then.” He shrugged. “Saves on the washing up I suppose.”

“Like you’ve ever washed a dish.” You looked at him and he snorted.

“Like I said before, the help only comes three times a week, Y/N. I don’t leave the dishes stacked up in between, what do you take me for?”

“You have a dishwasher.”

“Okay, so it saves on the loading of the machine.” He rolled his eyes, turning to the door. “Go grab whatever we need from the kitchen, and another drink. That last beer didn’t touch the sides.”

You did as you were told, your bare feet walking over the cold tiles of the hallway as Ransom paid the delivery driver on the doorstep. You grabbed a selection of cutlery, another bottle of his pretentious European beer, reaching for one for yourself when you paused. There was a bottle of Sancerre sat nestled in the cooler that was a damned good label, you’d had it once before with your parents. Hesitating, you bit your lip. You’d been drinking beer so far but…now, well, you really wanted a glass of that white. After a moment or two of grappling with whether or not it was allowed, you shook your head. Fuck it, the worst that could happen already had…

You managed to juggled your drinks and cutlery in your hands, years of practice had made you an expert at making the least amount of trips to your own kitchen and back, and you walked into the lounge where Ransom had set the boxes on the oak coffee table and you placed the bottle of beer down first, then the cutlery before you set your wine down.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I didn’t fancy more beer and-“

“I told you.” He looked at you, shaking his head. “Whatever you want.”

He passed you a box and you dug in, eagerly. The first bite of satay hit your taste buds and you hummed in deep delight at the way it tasted.

"It's been so long since I've had anything Thai. This, you were right, this is so good."

"Good," he smirked, tilting his beer back and taking a long swallow.

You smiled at him, your words echoing in your head. Take-Outs had been common in your life before, well, before all this. Working stupid hours at the Newspaper often saw you visiting various places on the way home, or having it delivered to the office. But as you sat there, taking bite after bite, you vowed never to take it for granted again.

Taking a respite from your eating, you reached for your wine and took a sip, the crisp taste hitting your buds once more, making you smile in delight. You replaced your glass and watched as Ransom tucked into his food, his eyes focussed on the box he held in his large hand.

"Thank you," you said after a stretch of silence, the fire crackling in the background.

"For?" He seemed genuinely puzzled.

"Today, the garden," you replied with emotion. "I wasn't expecting you to let me go out like that."

He studied you for a moment, taking another forkful of his food before he swallowed and shrugged. "No big deal, it was only the garden."

"It's not merely just a garden when you haven't seen outside for days on end." You mimicked his shoulder pop, “and my parents always taught me to thank someone when they’ve done something you’re grateful for.” You dug back into your take out box and heard him let out a sigh.

“And mine didn’t, yes, I get it Y/N.”

“No, that’s not…” You swallowed your food and shook your head. “That wasn’t what I was implying.”

“Huh.” He raised an eyebrow, his attention moving back from you to another box which was on the table. Pulling out a coconut prawn he thrust the box in your direction as he swallowed his morsel in one easy bite. “Can’t say I’d blame you if it was.”

You watched him, once more silence falling across the room, the glow of the fire which burned in the hearth illuminating one side of his face and his gaze turned to it, his eyes following the dancing flames.

“Harlan taught me how to build a fire.” He suddenly spoke, and you watched as a smile flicked across his face. “There’s a huge stone hearth in the drawing room of his…well, what was his house. I used to toast bread on tongues, sat in front of it, wrapped in towel after a bath.” He paused, before he scratched at his nose. “Nanna would then butter it and I’d eat it in front of the fire, with a mug of cocoa and I remember always thinking it was the best thing I ever ate. Still is, shits all over this.” He gestured to the array of boxes biting his lip a little, clearly lost in the memory. You stayed still, watching, trying to stop the surprise you were feeling at his sudden openness spread across your face. He shrugged, taking another bite of his food. “Then she died. It was never the same after that. The house never felt right, you know?”

He reached for his beer, taking another long gulp before he shrugged. “Funny really, when I think about it. It was always my grandparents, they were the ones who taught me my minimal life skills. Fishing, pitching tents…”

“You, camping?” You arched a brow, trying to lighten the mood and it worked. He snorted and turned to look at you nodding.

“As a kid I loved being outside. Harlan’s estate was a huge, big playground.” He smiled again. “And on the rainy days when I couldn’t be outside, I used to spend hours with Nanna Wannetta, learning how to play ‘Go’, the goal always being to beat Harlan. When I finally managed it, it was the best thing in the world, that I’d achieved something.”

"Do you remember Christmas with her, your Nanna I mean? What’d she make?" You were eager to keep him talking, getting an insight into what made him tick on a more emotional sense was something you hadn’t been party to much. Sure, you’d figured out how to get a reaction out of him on an angry, primal sense, how his narcissistic nature worked, but this was an in-depth dive into his psyche, perhaps a way to unravel the enigma surrounding him, how he could flip between being someone you could actually like and understand, to the monster you’d seen on many an occasion.

Ransom paused for a moment. “I can’t really remember many, I was only nine when she died but she always did a roast, with potatoes, green vegetables, rolls.” He smiled. ”And pie. Apple. Always apples from the orchard. We’d pick them in the autumn and she’d stew them ready, storing them for Thanksgiving and Christmas.”

You thought about what was happening between the two of you, how open and, dare you think it, raw Ransom was being. The last two days had now given you an outright exposed forum to the man that hid behind so much wealth and privilege. A far cry from the man you interviewed.

An idea swung into the forefront of your mind, or two rather. "I know Christmas is so soon but, if I gave you a list of things to gather from the store, do you think you could do it?"

"I suppose," he stated flatly.

"Okay, good," you couldn’t help the soft smile as your plan unfolded. You picked at your food a bit longer, a piece of chicken curry chewing away in your mouth. He watched you and you watched him, a bite to the bottom of your lip when you swallowed under his stare.

His eyes diverted and he rose gracefully to his feet and moved to add fuel to the fire. "Ransom..." You watched him inhale deeply at the sound of his name, clearly still having a deep effect on him. He turned to you, a glint in his eyes, "Will you teach me?"

"What?"

"'Go'. Will teach me to play?"

"You want to learn to play? So you could play with me?" The way he asked you was so innocent and childlike, like he had never considered you willingly to do so.

You giggled, as you looked up at him. "Yes, Ransom, I want you to teach me how to play 'Go' so we can play together."

A genuine, purely innocent and genuine smile crossed his lips, teeth shining and he stepped the two steps away from the fireplace and took to his knees in front of you. His smile faded to a smirk as he leaned towards you, "You should know, I play to win."

"I'd expect no less," you replied.

His brow arched a little and his eyes flickered to your mouth, before he nodded to the container in your hand. "Are you done?"

"Yes, thank you." In a slow movement he plucked the now almost empty takeout box from your hand, placing it on the table as he all but crawled over you, causing you to fall back onto your elbows, hands grasping at the soft shag of the thick rug.

Your breath caught in your chest, your throat going dry. You could feel his hot breath against your face. "R... Rans..."

But your words were stopped short as his lips pulled yours in, a soft sucking and his tongue tipped across your bottom lip.

As the kiss deepened he leaned over you further causing you to lay back completely on the soft rug, his hands planting either side of his head whilst yours gently gripped at his biceps.

A familiar but forgotten feeling pooled between your legs, the feel of his muscles flex and twitch beneath your fingers, igniting your nerves as his tongue danced with yours making you dizzy and breathless.

Soft lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, skating upwards to your ear, finding that spot that never failed to betray you and you gave a soft simper as he lightly nipped at your skin, your sound drawing a low, satisfied sigh from him.

“If you keep making those sounds I’m not going to be able to stop myself.” The words came out in a desperate tone as they crossed your ears.

"Do you want to stop yourself?" You whisper, knowing he's never stopped nor wanted to before. He stilled for a moment, pulling back to look at you and for a split second a spike of fear stabbed in your chest but there was nothing on his face bar a blank expression, as if he was grappling with something.

“No, I don’t.” He admitted, a soft sigh rose from his chest as he hung his head and moved away a little.

The encouragement left your lips before your brain processed it, a longstanding habit of yours, "so don't."

It seemed to shock you both and for a second time froze, before he was on you again, his kiss needy and heady. Your fingers curled around to the back of his neck as you scratched at the nape.

His hand started traveling up the underside of your cami, your stomach muscles twitching at his touch. When your knee hooked around his narrow hips, he stopped and sat back in his haunches. "I... Why don’t you go and get ready for bed whilst I clear away this stuff.” He waved his hand to the table.

You licked your kiss swollen lips, and breathlessly nodded, sitting up and then standing on your own two feet before leaving the room, Ransom's back now to you as he stared into the fireplace, palms bracing himself against the mantle.

You left the study, almost in a daze and headed slowly back up the staircase. As you made your way into the bedroom you stopped for a moment, your head turning back to the door. What the fuck just happened? You’d given him the green light and instead of taking you he’d backed off completely.

It as an unnerving turn of events, because despite your little moment an insight into his past before you had no idea what was going on in his head at that point in time. When he was being forceful and angry it was obvious but now, well, it was impossible to get a read on him and if you wanted to keep him on side, that was going to be a problem. Ransom was an enigma wrapped in an unbelievably layered mystery, and you hadn’t even scratched the surface.

*****

As the fire calmed beneath him, and deep inside, Ransom took two deep grounding breaths. This new sense of restraint and self-control fucked with his head, and what was even more frightening was that these were not thought through, these feelings were of instinct. As if a part of himself that he never knew to exist had been pried open in the depths of his soul over the last now forty-eight hours. He was deeply confused, especially now as he had towered over her, near ready to fuck her into the rug by the fire, not only with himself but with her. Twice now she'd given him a green light to do as he wanted with her. The first after he asked to be let in, in a manner of speaking, and just now, inviting him, no, encouraging him on. Then there was still that guilt that he'd tried to stifle back since the rose of their day. That guilt he harbored each time he got a look at that gash on her cheek, knowing damn well he put it there, the bruising growing darker as it started to show past the swelling.

He loathed this guilt within him, for Ransom Drysdale doesn't do guilt. Never cared enough, until now, until her and not until last night.

The world owed him far too much, his arrogance included, but Y/N, she was different. She was safe and safe was something he never felt. He used that same arrogance to posture at every given minute of the day, used it as his defense against all who crossed him, family included. Ransom couldn't remember a time in his life, not since his Nana passed, that he hadn't felt alone and angry, withdrawn purposely and defiantly. A grown man with mommy and daddy issues as Y/N had vehemently spat at him one night, yet she didn't know the half of it. If she hadn't pushed him, made him so angry, he wouldn't have hurt her, ruined her. No, no he wouldn't have.

But Harlan, with Harlan he could be himself, arrogance pinned up against arrogance, he learned so much from his grandfather and all he did was ruin that too.

The thought of Harlan put a sour taste in his mouth as that guilt came back through, twisting his gut and make him balk. It angered him he held such guilt for his life circumstances.

Again taking a deep breath, he gathered the take out remnants and tossed what he had to in the trash and placed the rest in the fridge.

As he made his way back up towards his room, towards her, he stopped at a guest bathroom and splashed cold water across his face. He rinsed the taste of curry and coconut from his tongue and quickly made his way to his room.

He stripped down, fully discarding his clothes to a pile in front of the bed and pulled he covers back, the cool, crisp sheets giving a chill to his skin. He heard the water tap shut off from the bathroom and suddenly he felt his stomach drop at the anticipation of what he wanted next. Would she have changed her mind? Was she no longer going to encourage him to continue with treating her for the night? What the fuck was he doing now? Doubting himself? Doubting how he could show a woman a really good fucking time? Ugh, all these emotional changes and challenges were absolutely exhausting for him. He needed a distraction, yes, a good nice long distraction and the way he'd get it was now walking toward him.

He watched her as she came out of his en suite from his position reclined in his bed, his hands behind his head on the pillow. The deep green silk slip negligee she chose fit in all the right places and as she stepped closer, he took note of the way her hips filled out the satin material, how her pert nipples tented the fabric. His mouth was salivating and he swallowed hard, sitting up as she was at the end of the four post bed, then at his bedside.

"Come here," he said, speaking in a low, gravely tone, seeing her hesitation.

He forced more of himself to sit up to greet her, the clean, soft sheets falling to his hips, his naked chest on full display. His right hand curled around her hip while the other reached for her to pull her towards him. She gasped as her body fell into bed with him, both led out against the cushion of the mattress and pillows. Her legs were settled between his, her chest against his own but what he enjoyed the most was the way her lips fell in time with his. Both his hands cupped her face as he deepened their kiss. Tongue deep into her mouth, tasting the minty remnants of toothpaste. Lips soft against her own as they travelled down her neck to her spot that was just for him to know. He felt her move a little above him, as if she were pulling away. That not being in his plan for the evening, Ransom dropped his left arm to the mattress and used his strength to roll her to her back, his lips never leaving her own, sheets rustling round his legs as he kicked them away.

With one leg between hers, a knee so close to her core, his thigh settling against her mound, he moved her legs apart. Hooded eyes stared back at him and he watched as she visibly swallowed, lost in their moment. His body led over her, Ransom used one hand to prop himself up slightly while the other tantalizingly brushed one of the thin straps of her negligee down. His lips skated over her collar bone and back up her neck, a hot tongue against her spot and she quivered beneath him. The hand that moved the thin strap away from her shoulder glided over the outside of her thigh and under the hem of the sleep slip, skating up the outside of her thigh, up to her bare hip, thumb rubbing over her skin.

He pushed his knee up against her mound making her gasp a little. He didn't care to hide the smirk across his lips as they ghosted over her skin, moving back to hers. He felt her fingers curl around his neck before her hands slipped into the nape of his neck. As his tongue and body began to melt into hers, Ransom pulled the front of her negligee down, exposing her mounded breasts to the room. With his knee, he nudged up against her again and he couldn’t help the moan the escaped his mouth into hers when he felt her grind down against him. He wrenched his lips away from hers, sloppy kisses chaining down her neck, feeling the delicate muscles contract as she swallowed as he moved down, his tongue tracing a path over the swell of her breast before he took a pebbled nipple into his mouth, rolling it ever so softly between his teeth.

The hand that was round her hip gripped tighter against her soft skin, his eyes peeking up at her, her head thrown back against the pillow, eyes closed, mouth hanging open, soft whimpers flowing from her mouth and he pressed his leg further up against her centre, feeling her slick as it spread across his thigh as she rubbed up against him, seeking relief from the friction. Her needy nature was something he hadn’t seen to this extent before and he was hard as hell as she writhed beneath him, her back arching off the bed, pushing her chest upwards and he obliged, his mouth upping the ante around her sensitive nipple.

Again he felt her fingers against the nape of his neck as he nipped and sucked against her nipple, flat and hot tongue at the valley of her breasts. He shifted slightly, intending to turn his attention to her other breast, but the movement jostled his knee further against her and her fingers tightened around his hair as she gave a cry, grinding down on him harder.

“Atta girl, take it. Take what you need.” He all but growled out, his face hovering inches from hers as he watched her face, contorted in pleasure and desire, her eyes screwed shut. “Look at me.” He demanded, and obediently her eyes flew open, those deep orbs he could drown in locked onto his as he stared straight back into them.

“Ransom…” her voice was barely a whisper and once more the sound of his name from her mouth was enough to turn him feral and it took everything he had to keep himself from fucking her senseless. But somehow he did. He pushed his leg up against her as he slanted his mouth to hers, swallowing her moans and cries before he pulled back.

“Cum for me, Baby,” he whispered against her lips and seconds later her back arched and her entire body convulsed, his head shooting back almost painfully at the force with which she pulled on his hair and he groaned deeply as she cried out, tumbling over the edge of pleasure, her thighs gripping his, her pussy literally pulsing against his thigh as she soaked his skin with her orgasm, before she sagged back and lay trembling underneath him.

“I love the sounds you make when you come undone.”

As you came down from your high, you realised that your hands were tugging on his hair and you instantly let go, before you suddenly became aware of the fact that in your lust addled haze you’d basically fucked yourself against his leg. And, as you looked at him, that maddening smirk spread across his face and you knew the bastard was crowing inside at exactly how needy you’d been. How needy he’d made you, and you couldn’t even find it within yourself to be disgusted anymore.

You needed more, more of what he was offering, more of what had just transpired. And the only thing you could think of how to get it was to feel him inside you like he was the night before, how he filled you and gently caressed you. But was he willing to do it? You didn't know, not for sure anyway, for this wasn't the Ransom you had first met. This wasn't the man who tortured you, degraded you. No, this was a man who emerged from a cacoon of hurt, mental degradation, arrogance. This was gentle, so was... markedly different.

"Talk to me." His words startled you from your daze as you felt his gentle knuckle graze down your skin through the valley of your breasts and come to rest a flat palm over your belly.

You swallowed, desperately trying to calm the ocean of conflicting feelings within your brain as you looked down at him, your chest heaving. “I don’t know what to say.” You whispered, eyes not leaving his. The obvious conflict must have been etched across your face as his expression softened more, almost looking sad or worried he'd done the wrong thing. Who the hell was this guy?

“I’m trying.” He whispered softly, the tip of his nose brushing yours in a feather like kiss. “I’m trying to make you trust me.”

"Who are you?" You'd blurted it out before you could filter it, and you felt a faint tug of fear spike through you, but as quick as it had come it went when he leaned over you and pressed his lips softly to yours.

"Let me show you." He was asking once more, not demanding. “Please.”

The two of you were so close, you felt his hot breath on your face. The lump you swallowed hurt going down. All it took was a barely audible "okay." and no sooner had the permission slipped from your mouth, his lips were on yours, the kiss soft yet, deep and needy at the same time.

With one hand now entangled in your hair, the other holding his weight against your side, he positioned himself fully between your legs.

You could feel his tip at your entrance and your body took over, tilting your hips up, telling him just what you wanted, no, what you needed.

A second tilt of your hips met his as he found what he wanted, slipping right in, his lips leaving yours as he let go of a whimpering moan at the feel of your wet opening practically pulling him in. He moved slowly and deliberately, sliding in deeper with each thrust, like ocean waves rolling over the sand shore and back out to sea, his lips back on yours, down the column of your neck, sucking in that spot that made you shudder and back across your jaw and home again on your lips.

Your hands moved to his back, fingers dancing over the muscles which twitched with each gentle, deep rock of his hips, your nails lightly dragging as your hands made their way up to his shoulders where they stopped.

His eyes met yours as he paused his thrusting and you wondered what was passing through that fucking twisted mind of his. Was it an awakening that this was too much for him? Was it that the beast was ready to return? Or was it deep emotion he was struggling with? The calming of the storm inside?

"You're beautiful," he whispered with a blush pinker than his already flushes skin, almost embarrassed to give such a genuine thought out loud.

You leaned up, closing the space between you, your lips to his, accepting his compliment, hiding your own emotion from him. It twisted your gut and muddled your mind, it wakened your heart and flooded your core. Seated inside you, deep now at the angle, you breathed against his ear, "more".

The deep groan from his throat curled your insides as the vibrations from his chest rattled against yours. His hips moved back before they snapped forward, his movement powerful and sure and you gave a gasp as he drove into you, a dirty grind that had you clawing at his skin.

"Fuck, so good," he managed.

As his thrusts continued at their depth, grinding harder, your hands slid upwards into his hair, tightening around the longer strands and his head tipped back, a loud growl ripping from his throat. His lips crashed back to yours, your hands still tangled in his locks and almost curiously you gave another tug.

“Jesus Christ.” His words stuttered, punctuated by a groan against your mouth and he shook his head, his hands reaching for yours in his hair. “Imma lose it if you keep doing that, Sweetheart. And I’m not done with you yet.”

It wasn't a threat like you've heard countless times before, but a promise of what was to come and you shivered, your whole body jolting like you were chilled.

“Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.” His long fingers snaked between yours, strong arms pinned your hands on either side of your head on the pillow. Instantly you felt a flicker of panic and you gasped, moving your arms ever so slightly. But when Ransom didn’t react to your slight motion of resistance and allowed you to take his hands with yours, you realized this wasn’t about restraint. You could move, and moreover, in that instant you fully believed if you asked him to stop he would.

So you stayed where you were until you brought a knee up towards his rolling hips, toes on pointe against the sheets, opening yourself more for him. He gave another grunt of satisfaction, clearly crowing even more at your participation as his hips continued to drive into you over and over, coaxing you ever closer to your high. He was rubbing against that soft spot deep inside you and your cries were struggling to get out of your throat. The fire in your body was raging as you began to feel the flush hitting you.

"Oh... fuck... Ransom, please, I...." Her words were a rushed garble of pleas and he bit his lip, eyes fixed on those deep orbs, fingers tightening around her hands as he fought the familiar warm, tight feeling that was spreading across his abs and groin. His lips crashed back to hers, in a kiss that was deep and sloppy as she moaned loudly into his mouth. He felt her walls squeeze around him tightly, tighter than before. Her inner walls taking him for all he had to give and her outer, pulsing against his tightening sac.

“Fuck, baby...” he panted as she sagged underneath him, her body quivering with sheer pleasure for the second time that night. His hips drove into her, his pace quickening slightly as he neared his own release which hit him seconds later. “Oh, shit...” was all he could stutter as he came, his dick spasming and twitching inside her as he coated her insides, with a surge like nothing he’d felt before, the bliss rising from the very depth of his being and flooding his entire system with a white hot pleasure that consumed him completely.

It felt like it lasted forever, and he was certain his breathing stopped momentarily as he fell forward, his face burrowed into the side of her neck.

“What are you doing to me, Y/N?” a whispered voice croaked from his throat against her ear. She didn’t say anything, she couldn’t, she was still shaking under him. Gathering what little strength he had left he propped himself up on shaky arms, kissing her again before he shifted and pulled out of her, rolling heavily onto his back.

His chest heaved along with hers, his mind foggy and spiked full of serotonin. And when he calmed himself enough, Ransom reached for her hand, entwined her fingers with his and pressed a soft kiss to the back of her hand. Then, with a gentle tug, he pulled her close as he rolled his chest to her back, led against her, his fingers still entwined with hers, his arm against her. He nuzzled into her hair, his chest taking in a deep, shaky breath, doing all her could to mask the emotion seeping out.

You felt him rest his chin on the crown of your head as your body started to lull to sleep from the overload on chemicals and exertion. And as you drifted off to sleep, Ransom’s arm heavy over your waist as his nose nuzzled into the back of your hair you began to question just which one of you was the real captive.

**** Part 6

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allthingsmortalkombat · 4 years ago

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Mortal Kombat: Safe Word

NSFW: None of the gifs I have used or will use are mine! Sorry for the delay in posts; second semester has been kicking my butt!

Hanzo Hasashi:

Hanzo, once in a while, would lose himself in the passion. From your words whispered in his ear, the slight tugging on his hair, your tightness wrapped around his manhood; it all felt so good. He would begin to ravish you. Your hips smacked each other’s at a brutal pace and he would close his eyes, basking in the pleasure. You knew that once his eyes left yours, he was gone. However, what he doesn’t know is how his brutal pace is making you more uncomfortable than anything. When you couldn’t take it anymore, the word fell upon your lips. His hips stopped, eyes opened, and he looked at you with worry. Slowly he pulled himself out of you and thus begins the aftercare with plenty of gentle kisses, cuddles, and whispered apologies.

Kuai Liang:

Kuai was often times too busy to lie you down and make love to you. So any chance he got, he would get very eager and couldn’t wait to get down to it. However, due to the lack of intimacy, it took you a little longer to get used to him when he’d enter you. Typically he gave you a few minutes to adjust, but tonight was different. He was much too excited to pleasure you that he forgot to let you adjust, and went right into snapping his hips against yours. Assuming you’d get used to it in no time, you didn’t complain and allowed him to press kisses to your upper body. However, the pain didn’t go away as he continued. Asking him to slow down a bit, you realized he was lost in the feeling, and continued at the same pace if not faster. After begging for a while longer, you finally resorted to saying your safe word causing him to immediately stop. When he noticed the pained expression on your face, he apologized quickly and went to set up a warm bath for you.

Liu Kang:

Liu needed some way to take out his stress. Once in a while, kombat was the perfect solution. However, this time was different. Typically Liu was gentle with you, showing you all his love and adoration. This time was different. Taking you from behind, Liu pounded into you. It felt alright until he gripped your hair and tugged it harshly. Wincing, you tried to ignore it. He tugged once more and leaned down to whisper degrading things into your ear. This wasn’t your Liu. Finally, you couldn’t handle it any longer. You whimpered your word, hand still gripping your hair, he stopped. His hand left your hair and you whimpered as he slowly pulled out of you. He whispered apologies into your hair as you placed your head on his chest, his hand gently massaged you until your eyes began to close.

Kung Lao:

Kung Lao loved to pleasure you to the point where you thought you wouldn’t be able to handle it anymore. He loved to make you finish multiple times before he even entered you. He was thrusting into you from above, circling your clit with his fingers, working on your seventh orgasm of the night. You begged for him to stop and that you couldn’t handle another, but he would only “tsk” in response. He knew you could, but he also didn’t know how oversensitive you were feeling tonight. Tears ran down your face as you came once more, and you couldn’t help but yell out your safe word as you felt so worked up and sensitive now. He slowed his hips, watching as you almost painfully twitched from the seventh orgasm. He apologized, not knowing you truly meant it, before giving your stomach gentle kisses, and all the way up to your lips. He grabbed your heating pad and held you for the rest of the night.

Johnny Cage:

Johnny loved to put you in crazy positions where he could go so deep inside of you. However, if you don’t stretch slightly beforehand, this can become much too uncomfortable. As he took you, you couldn’t help but cringe from the stretching your muscles were doing. As you began to try and whisper Johnny’s name, he would simply go harder, thinking you were doing it to tease him. Finally, you said it. He’d slow down and pull you back into simple missionary before asking you what was wrong. Once you explained, he would apologize and pull you into his arms, pressing kisses to your tense and sore muscles, only to tease you to start stretching beforehand.

Fujin:

Sometimes it seemed that Fujin would forget he’s a God and not mortal, but you were. He didn’t purposely grip your waist tight as you rode him and forced you to go faster and faster until you couldn’t handle it anymore. Your hands lost in his hair, you pleaded for him to let you take over, and when he had agreed, he didn’t realize how hard it was to sit back and let you do the work. So, instead, here you were saying your safe word because it had become too much for you. Cringing as he helped you off him, he apologized greatly. His hands began to gently massage your hips that were now bruised due to his grip on them. He kissed your lips and apologized over and over until you laughed and told him to stop, and that you would heal in no time. Safe to say Fujin learned his lesson after that.

Shang Tsung:

Shang Tsung would only chuckle when you pled for him to stop. Not thinking anything else, he would press your face down in the mattress and whisper dirty things as he took you from behind. Feeling the uncomfortable pain in your lower region, you begged for him to slow down. At last, after ignoring you for long enough, you cried out your safe word, causing an abrupt end to his thrusts. Though Shang may seem heartless, he did truly care about you and your health, so he pulled himself out, flipped you over, and began to help you heal.

Kenshi:

You trusted Kenshi with your whole being. That is why you found yourself bound up on the bed, waiting for his next move. You wanted to reach up and run your hands through his hair, but your hands were restricted. You wanted to wrap your legs around his waist, but your legs were the same way. When he entered you, your thoughts were pushed aside at the pleasure you felt. It was almost a turn on, being bound up like you were. But maybe it was too much all at once. The ropes began to rub against your skin in the worst possible way; his thrusts forcing them to rub even worse. Finally, when your skin felt raw, you forced your safe word out. Before he could pull out, he began to take off the roping, leaning down to kiss any spots that felt hot under his touch, apologizing, and telling you that next time (if you’re comfortable enough doing so) he won’t go to that extent again.

Takeda:

Takeda was always up for trying new things in bed. He continuously tried to find ways to please you. However, what he didn’t know is that you were not nearly as flexible as he thought you were, so that was a big limitation on the things you could do. With your ankles on his shoulders, he drove into you deeply. However, he moved forward, still with your ankles on his shoulders to lean down to kiss you. Though you loved the affectionate idea, it also caused you to yell out your safe word as your hips and thighs felt like they were on fire. Quickly he pulled out of you and released your ankles, letting your legs fall back on the bed. He murmured apologizes as he kissed up and down your thighs, rubbing his hands against them to massage them immediately after.

Nightwolf:

Nightwolf would never put you in a position that may hurt you, but sometimes during the sexual act, he became more animalistic than you would expect. His head buried in your neck, biting down on your skin, he’d speed up the pace of his thrusts. However, he didn’t realize how hard he was biting down on your neck and how that was all you could focus on. Placing your hand in his hair, you tried to gently force him out of your neck, but he persisted and began to suck on the red, tender skin. You whispered the word into his ear and he leaned back in shock. You explained to him how your neck was now feeling raw, and you understood he didn’t mean to do it, but you knew using your word would be the smartest way to get him to stop. He apologized, placing gentle kisses on your neck as you two cuddled the rest of the night.

#mortal kombat #hanzo hasashi #kuai liang #mk #mkx #scorpion #subzero #nightwolf #kenshi takahashi #takeda takahashi #johnny cage #shang tsung #fujin

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writing-gifts · 4 years ago

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both sides of the viewfinder chp. 4

adult film star!bruno x afab!reader (they are also gn)

18+ content!!

chapter 1 || chapter 2 || chapter 3 || chapter 4

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A/N: i was not quicker with the next update lol, but im tired of reading over it so gonna just throw it out there now since im mostly happy with it!

anyways, resort time babeyyy 😎

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You try not to show it but you're filled with excitement. You've never been to a resort and Bruno had offered to pay for your expenses. Of course you were only willing to let him pay half (which was the lowest you could get him to go).

The two of you had been playing a game of sorts ever since your little session in the dressing room. Even though the both of you wanted to finish what you started, you had wordlessly decided to see how long the other would last before giving in. You couldn't really call it romantic but you did know there was lust involved--a lot.

The game had honestly made you quite bold and taught you some patience. Of course you still had some close calls though, and filming Bruno at work had made it that much harder for you. It wasn't fair and you made sure to let the man know this, but he just coyly smiled and told you he was ready to go whenever you were.

You drop your luggage in front of the bed you and Bruno would be sharing for the next week. At first, you assumed you would both be in separate rooms since you weren't an actual item, but Bruno wasn't having any of it which you were glad for. You wanted to get as much alone time as you could with him during this vacation.

You get closer to the sliding glass doors that lead to the balcony. The location was perfect and you had a nice view of the beach from here. You had never seen such blue water or white sand. And you could already feel yourself sprawled out on a towel next to a shirtless Bruno.

"Like the view?" Bruno asks, pulling you from your thoughts.

You nod. "This is great! Thank you again for inviting me."

"Of course. I didn't want to go a whole week without seeing you."

You try to force down the smile that appears on your face in response but it's obvious and you know Bruno already saw it.

He smiles, reaches out and places a gentle hand on your cheek. However, you close your eyes to avoid his very intense and persuading gaze.

"Gonna have to try harder than that," you say under breath as you turn back to the balcony.

"...I didn't expect you to last this long. You've definitely proved me wrong."

"And I'm going to win too." You stick out your tongue.

Bruno smirks but says nothing more before going to unpack his luggage. You eventually pull yourself away from the view to do the same.

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You lay on your back, sunglasses on your face as you let the sun warm you. You were still pretty full from brunch and any moment now you expected to fall asleep. 'Til then, you watch Irene, Eli and Jocelyn goofing off in the water and sand.

The group decided to start the day together off at the beach. Which was perfect because today was going to be about relaxation, at least for you anyways. You all had time to get rowdy later if you wanted to anyways.

"____?"

You turn your head to look at Bruno who currently lays on his front. His sun hat sits on the back of his head to keep that part of him shaded.

"If you don't mind, can you put sunscreen on me? It's been awhile since I last did."

"Sure," you say. You should probably put some on too when you're done.

You walk on your knees to grab the bottle out of Bruno's bag and then crawl your way over to him.

You couldn't help but take a moment to admire his tanned back. The muscles along it were a lovely sight and of course being the horny bastard that you are, your eyes drift down towards his ass. He had a cute butt that you had seen many times but still weren't tired of.

You suddenly remember a scene where Bruno was getting railed and need to take a moment to calm down.

Maybe one day…

"Hello?" Bruno pulls you from your inappropriate imaginings.

"Right, right--sunscreen."

You scooch up next to him and move to place your knees on either side of his hips so you can sit on his upper thighs.

Bruno looks over his shoulder at you with a raised brow, causing his hat to fall off, but you smile innocently.

"Relax," you say.

He squints but lays his head back on his arms.

Once you squeeze and rub the cool, sweet smelling cream on your hands you bring them to his shoulders. You spread the cream following the lines of his muscles on his upper back before sliding lower.

You spend a little more time on his lower back then you should, and the dimples that rest above his ass get special attention.

The man's hips shift oh so slightly and you look up and see that his eye is closed and his brow furrowed.

You scoot up and lean forward. "I could do your front too," you whisper in his ear.

"We are in public."

You jolt at the gruff voice a small distance away. Sitting up, you see Abbacchio scowling at the two of you from the giant parasol he's sitting under.

You sigh but move off Bruno before the goth kills you with his glare.

"You're right. Sorry," Bruno says.

You weren't sorry but nod anyways. It's not like you two were doing anything that obvious. Just some teasing. And there was barely anyone outside your friend group out here!

"Just keep it out of my sight." Abbacchio taps the airpods in his ear before returning his attention to the ocean.

After you all get your fill of the beach, which goes well into the evening, it's time to get ready for dinner.

Since it was the first official day of your vacation you all want something more casual but still on the expensive side. So you all eventually decide on Korean BBQ.

"I'm just glad you two didn't try to fuck each other on the beach," Irene says. "Even if it would have been fun to watch…"

Okay so maybe you weren't as discrete as you thought. Abbacchio throws an unimpressed look directly at you and Bruno, but you choose to ignore it.

"I was just putting sunscreen on him I swear…"

Eli smirks at you. "This picture says otherwise."

Your brows raise when they show you and Bruno the image on their phone.

Your cheeks go hot and you look down at your plate. "Why did you even take a picture of that?"

"Memories!"

Jocelyn barks out a laugh. "You have a weird taste in memories cause that's the last thing I'd want to remember!"

You roll your eyes but you know it was in good fun. Bruno seems mildly amused anyways.

Not willing to entertain the topic any further, you pick up a piece of grilled pork from your plate. As you bring it to your mouth, you feel Bruno's leg brush against yours.

You peak over at him but he seems to be completely invested in a conversation with Abbacchio.

You assume it's an accident until you feel him do it again along with resting his hand on your upper leg. His fingers gently squeeze your inner thigh before rubbing the area with his thumb.

You continue eating your food as if it has no affect on you. It takes a lot of will power though as he continues his caresses throughout the whole dinner.

Afterwards, the group splits off. Jocelyn and Irene head to a club, Eli to the casino (Jocelyn made sure to put a limit on the money they could blow) and Abbacchio to the bar. You and Bruno decide to head to your room, obviously not in the mood to go anywhere else tonight.

When you reach your room, you both get ready for bed acting as if you don't want to fuck each other.

You crawl next to Bruno on the bed once you're done with the bathroom.

"I'm not tired yet…" you say

"Me neither."

"I guess we could watch a movie or show. There has to be something we both like on Netflix."

You pick up the remote for the TV and make your way to Netflix and start scrolling through the options on the front page.

"What type of stuff do you like to watch anyways?" you ask.

"Romance works."

"You probably watch the explicit type of romance," you joke.

Bruno's eyes widen slightly and you surmise that you guessed right. Either that or he was weirded out by your statement and that seemed very unlikely.

You smile amused. "Well I guess we could watch something like that then!"

Once you both finally settle on something, you get comfortable and lean against Bruno.

The movie wasn't really that great and every sex scene that happened made you cringe but it was at least kind of entertaining. Still, you were starting to get bored and were still horny from all the nonsense you and Bruno had been up to the last several days.

So in a moment of weakness you place your hand on Bruno's thigh. He looks at you expectantly but you do nothing more.

You want to look at him properly to see his expression but you need 100% focus or you would break. So you keep your eyes on the TV as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. If you were lucky this would somehow bring your game to a close and the two of you could do something more exciting.

Bruno says your name under his breath, but you simply hum. Enduring that dinner was proof of your will and you believe you could keep this up all night if needed. (But that was the last thing you were hoping for.)

Suddenly, you feel a warm hand on top of yours.

Bruno guides your hand further up his thigh. "Please…"

"Huh?" You fake the confusion in your voice.

"Let's end this game."

"Oh...so that means I win?"

"Yes you win, just please touch me."

You smirk and move to kneel a small distance in front of him. "That was so easy!" You were thoroughly going to enjoy this.

When he sees you're not getting closer it prompts him to scooch forward on the bed, but before he can touch you, you push him down on his back and crawl on top. There's a slightly stunned look on his face but it quickly changes to one of anticipation.

You line your chest with Bruno's and lean down for a kiss which he returns enthusiastically.

"I never thought I'd enjoy losing this much...." he murmurs against your lips.

You smirk and continue your kisses down his cheek. Your hands find their way under his shirt and slowly explore the span of his abdomen and chest. He softly sighs when you begin sucking at the skin between his neck and shoulder and your hands squeeze him in response.

When you hear Bruno's breathing become slightly heavier you sit up and remove his shirt. You'd seen his body many times in all sorts of positions but you still take a second to appreciate his toned torso.

You press kisses to his chest and let your hands run down his sides enjoying how he just barely reacts under your fingertips. You stop at his hips, and your thumbs trace back and forth along his hip bones. Your tongue brushes against Bruno's nipple, and you feel him tense under your hands.

You move back to sit on his pelvis and immediately feel his cock through his pants. Bruno gently rocks his hips against your ass, and you entertain the motion by pressing down yourself.

His hands grab your hips, but before he can get too carried away you pull your ass off him. He ends up humping the air and lets out a sigh of frustration. His tune changes quickly though when he sees you move down between his legs.

"I'm not really feeling like I lost anything…"

You gently rub at his hard bulge through his pajama pants. "Well guess I'm just that generous. But at the same time I feel like I'm going too easy on you now."

"Please don't make me wait any longer ____."

You look up and the man's cheeks are flushed and he seems a little dazed, but he doesn't take his eyes off you. Seeing the usually controlled actor look at you this way has your stomach flipping.

"I didn't expect you to be so impatient," you say.

"I suppose you just have this effect on me..."

Smiling to yourself, you pull his pants down and are surprised by a pair of fancy panties.

You raise a brow at him. "...You already knew how tonight was going to end, huh?"

You carefully pull the satin fabric down before licking a slow stripe up his cock. The smug look on Bruno's face is immediately wiped away.

You wrap your hand around his twitching member and press your lips against the tip. He lets out a low hum, and your tongue licks against the slit before your mouth wraps around his sensitive head.

Whenever Bruno tries to move his hips you force them down and continue with your teasing touches along his cock. But eventually you decide to stop messing with him and fully take him into your mouth.

His eyes flutter shut. "Hmm, that feels amazing amore."

Even though he was finally in your mouth you move achingly slow and you can tell he wants you to go faster. And he makes it quite clear.

You let up a bit but mostly keep at driving him crazy. Your hand starts to knead at his balls and you immediately feel him twitching in your mouth.

"____. You're--"

You pull off.

Once Bruno realizes what just happened he deadpans at you. You laugh at his expression and he sits up with a sigh.

"Okay you had your fun, time to lay back."

You raise a brow at him.

Bruno begins stripping himself completely of his clothes. "You're the winner, right? Let me treat you."

Perhaps he had a point, and you didn't really have a problem with letting him takeover. This time.

Before you can think of taking your own clothes off, Bruno's doing it for you. His thumbs hook in the band of your pants and pull them down for you.

"...No underwear?" he asks.

You shrug and remove your shirt in an attempt to prevent yourself from laughing. "Guess you weren't the only one planning on ending this tonight."

Once you're done, you lay down and Bruno settles next to you. He places his hand on your lower stomach and brings his face close to yours. You immediately get caught in his blue eyes. It's not fair that he gets to be so handsome.

His finger easily pushes past your wet entrance while his thumb rubs gentle circles against your clit. Another finger is soon added and he begins to thrust his fingers slowly into you. When he crooks them against your walls you have a hard time holding back the noises you want to make.

"A-Are you gonna get me back for teasing you?" you ask. It would be deserved, but you hope he didn't. You hadn't realized how worked up you were until Bruno started touching you.

"Another time. I don't want to wait any longer."

He removes his fingers and gets himself situated on top of you. Once his hips are comfortably between your legs, you drag a finger along his cock before grabbing and lining it with your entrance. Finally after all the games you could both get some relief.

The moment Bruno feels himself against your entrance he presses in letting you take him slowly, inch by inch. When he's fully in, you sigh and slightly wiggle your hips. One of your legs hook around his waist and you place your arms around his neck. He keeps his eyes on yours as he pulls back before pressing in again and starting a nice and comfortable rhythm.

Your hand plays at the soft hairs at the nape of his neck before properly tangling into his locks. You pull and his lips part, a perfect moan falling from them. His hips thrust against you particularly hard forcing a groan out of you.

You smirk a bit. "Never get tired of that…"

Your fingers massage his scalp before you guide his face close to yours. Your lips join and he quickly presses his tongue into your mouth.

Just as you're really enjoying the kiss, he ends it. But before you can pout he pulls you close against him. His thrusts begin to speed up and his moans are muffled by the side of your face.

You always loved Bruno's moans when you were filming him but something about his current ones were different--so desperate and wanting. They had you clenching on his cock.

His hand snakes down between you two and your eyes fall shut as he rubs your clit. Your breath hitches when you feel him nip your ear.

Bruno hums. "You feel amazing...I feel like I could do this for hours."

You mumble something unintelligible under your breath in reply, not even sure what it you said until you start moaning out Bruno's name. Your back arches and your legs tighten around his waist to keep his hips in place as you come.

Bruno nuzzles against your neck and once your legs relax he continues thrusting.

"You came on my cock so well...ah, just a little more--"

His hips begin to stutter and he calls out your name. You press your lips to his temple and move your hips to help him along. His body tenses before he pulls out and comes onto your stomach.

Bruno's hips rock against you as he comes down and soon his body relaxes against yours. He doesn't seem to mind the mess he's making. His nose brushes against your cheek before you feel a kiss.

After some silence you yawn."...We should do this more often."

He stops peppering kisses on your neck and places an arm over your torso. "Agreed. In fact, we can start again in 5 minutes after I clean us off."

You gawk a bit at him. "Don't you get tired?"

"I do, that's why I said 5 minutes."

You scoff but end up grinning instead. "Well...it's not like we're going anywhere for awhile."

#bruno buccellati x reader #bruno x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #they should smashed on the beach for the aesthetic or whatever lol #that can be another chapter if i ever get energy to write smut again #jjba x reader #reader insert #n$fw #not sfw

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tomsrebeleyebrow · 5 years ago

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grab it hard | th x fem!reader

credits gif by @tomhollandd

Summary: What could go wrong when Tom decide to post a video on his Instragram story? Pretty much everything. And now, one single thought runs into your head: taking advantage of it fully.

Warnings: SMUT including unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), reader having a dom moment, dirty talk/language, a lot of grabbing, muscles appreciation (or general muscle kink i guess)

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: okay well- let’s say that tom’s IG story... brought the worst in us all and by that i mean we may have lost our sanity as our hormones took complete control of ourselves 😂 *cough* damn that brit boy and his attractive body 🥵🥵🥵 *cough* ANYWAY! my dear @thollandss got the idea yesterday and well, I said I would write it so here it is! enjoy, dear sinful beauts 😏🙊🔥

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The evening is going quite slowly compared to the rest of the day. Everyone in the house has been up to something, such as Tom and Harry going to the nearest park to play with Tessa, Harrison visiting his mum and sister Charlotte and Tuwaine out to buy some groceries.

And here you are now laying on the couch in the living room, watching whatever Netflix has suggested you and by yourself. The boys are in the house too, but doing their own things.

But out of nowhere, your ears catch a weird noise coming from the back of the house. At first, you don’t pay too much attention to it and go back to lazily stare at the tv. But then it starts again, going for a bit longer. Intrigued, you mute the tv and listen carefully to identify the origin of this sound.

And a smirk makes its way to your face. As you quietly stand from the couch, you walk to the hallway that leads to the different bedrooms, and wait at the entrance of it. And listen. What you at first thought were “noises” seem to be groans and breathing, and all coming from Tom’s bedroom.

Someone’s horny, uh?

After only three minutes, silence comes back so you decide to go sit again on the couch, acting like nothing happened, and tease the hell out of your boyfriend once he will exist his bedroom.

Back in the comfort of the couch, your phone dings as you see an Instagram’s notification on the screen. But when you open it, your jaw just drops while staring at the screen: your boyfriend half shirtless crouching against the wall, panting and groaning so loudly your brain makes a flip.

What is that ten seconds videos, out of nowhere, and without any context to it?! Your face is now a deep red and you feel drops of sweat forming everywhere on your body, pressing your thighs together to get some relieve. So many obscene thoughts come through your mind and you can’t stop them at all, not after watching this much display of... everything your boyfriend has.

Guess you are the horny one now.

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At some point Harrison, Harry and Tuwaine enter in the living room, chatting vividly as they make their way to the kitchen. Tom soon follows them as his friends laugh at him, the boy grumbling at his phone.

You are still on the couch and just listen, not making a single sound.

“Mate, you’re definitely sooooooo bad with Instagram!” Harrison laughs while opening the fridge.

“I bet ya he broke the entire app!” Tuwaine soon follows, thanking Harrison as he takes a bottle of beer.

“Oh come on, now” growls Tom, “This app is so weird, ‘not my fault it doesn’t upload normally!”

“Yeah right, as if” Harry mumbles, trying to not laugh at his older brother.

The conversation goes on for a bit when Tom finally notices you on the couch. So the boy takes this opportunity to walk towards you, leaving his friends making fun of him even more.

“Hi babe” Tom says behind you, bending slightly to kiss your temple, “Want something to drink? ‘m gonna cook soon if you wanna join.”

“I’m waiting a little bit” you simply reply, not daring to look at him.

Tom nods and leaves another kiss on your cheek before joining the boys again, all of them standing around the kitchen island while drinking and munching some snacks. Later they all disappear in their bedroom again, ready to play some “Warzone” or whatever that thing is.

You slowly turn your head towards the kitchen and notice Tom by himself, looking inside the fridge while drinking his beer. You recognise the shirt and shorts from the video, these clothes tight on every muscle of his body.

Taking a deep breath, you stand up and causally walk and sit on one of the high chairs around the kitchen island. Your eyes gladly run along Tom’s back and lower, appreciating every single one as they tense and relax when your boyfriend moves. You feel hot again, eyes full of want and so much more. Your head leans on one hand as you start thinking, quick and fast, while Tom puts some vegetables on the counter to cook them.

Now determined, you stand again and slowly walk towards Tom, now standing behind him as he still doesn’t notice you. And out of nowhere, you shamelessly slap both hands on his ass, snatching a high squeal from him before firmly grabbing his butt cheeks and making him whimper.

“So pretty boy, enjoyed showing off and being all grunting for the internet?” you mewl in his ear, your chest pressing against his muscled back.

Tom whimpers again, feeling your nails through the fabric of his shorts and pressing onto the skin. You run your lips on his nape, your teeth slightly brushing the thin skin there.

“This ass here is mine, you know that right? Like all your body is” you now grunt smoothly and biting into his lobe. You press against Tom’s frame more, your hips perfectly flat onto his ass while you keep massaging it.

Tom tightens his grip on the counter, his breathing getting louder as he feels his shorts being too tight against his cock.

“F-fuck (Y/N), wait-”

You interrupt him by sliding one hand to his front, first appreciating his abs throughout the shirt and slowly going lower to rest on his growing bulge. Now Tom doesn’t retain his groaning anymore and grabs your hand to press it harder against his cock.

“You horny pretty girl, you’d be the death of me” Toms breaths out, stretching his head behind to make contact with your face.

“I swear you better fuck me hard right now before I fucking lose it, Thomas.”

And that was what Tom needed. In no time the boy turns around to face you, now his broad body towering over yours and with eyes that could tear off your clothes off in a second. Almost savagely Tom smashes his lips on yours, the kiss being mainly tongue and teeth as his arms lift you up. You instantly wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck, your fingers messing with his hair and scratching his scalp. Your clothed core brushes over his hard on, making you moan in his mouth but still grind more against it.

“Fuck me, Tom, now!” you whine almost desperately.

“I’m gonna destroy you, ‘gonna make ya scream my name so loud you’ll forget yours for weeks, baby girl” Tom groans, tugging your bottom lip with his teeth before sucking it.

With his ounce of composure left - to not take you right on top of the counter -, Tom starts walking towards his bedroom while he still appreciates your thighs with his strong hands. Both of you are just moaning messes by now, not even caring about walking past the other boys’ bedrooms.

Once in Tom’s bedroom, he simply slams it shut with his foot before also slamming you onto it. The kisses are getting more sloppier, saliva making its way in the corner of your mouth and just licking it back as you kiss again. Your hands cup Tom’s face, slightly pressing your nails onto his cheek to wrest beautiful whimpers out of him.

But when you suddenly detach from him, Tom nearly moans and desperately moves his hips back and forth against yours. Getting too hot you hurry and take your hoodie off, throwing it somewhere in the room. And Tom can’t help but drink into this gorgeous view of you in a lace bra, all flushed and panting with need and desire.

Licking his lips, Tom almost runs to his bed and throws you on top of the mattress. Not losing another second, he undresses himself in a time record, his clothes soon joining yours on the floor but then, he catches your gaze and smirks.

“Enjoying the view, gorgeous?” he cheekily asks, perfectly knowing the answer already.

As he stands in his boxer, you eye up his almost exposed body and how much you want to touch, kiss, lick and bite any inch of it. Tom never really liked the build he got for ‘Far From Home’, saying he looked way too buff for his heigh. And ironically, he had to go back in this shape for ‘Uncharted’ and you never felt this pleased.

“Can’t help it, your groaning are arousing as fuck. And...” you soothe, seductively biting your bottom lip. You run your hands over your body before sliding off your shorts slowly along your legs, leaving you in your underwear, on total display for his coffee eyes. “... I love it when you’re being vocal.’

“Fuckin’ shit, you’re gonna get it hard (Y/N)...”

True to his words, Tom growls as he joins you on the bed, his body in between your legs and his upper body caging you with his arms on both side your head. He aggressively goes back at kissing you, his hands petting over the plush curvature of your breast before he gets rid of the bra. He doesn’t lose time by soon taking off your lace panties, almost ripping them up with his strength. As excited as him, your thighs press more around his waist, bringing him closer against you while you try to push his boxer off.

Now both equally naked, Tom presses himself more onto you, chest to chest and his hard cock rubbing against your wet core, the feeling tearing a moan out of him. Having him at your mercy, your hands wander on his back muscles, tracing them with your fingers as if remembering them by heart is your final goal. You also worship his biceps, strong and hard as you squeeze them at times, his broad shoulders and beautiful neck, that you soon attack both with hickeys and nibbles.

Heavy breathing and groaning submerge the entire room,Tom’s one being way louder than yours. And him being at his limits, he grabs your hips firmly before sliding his girth deep between your tight folds. You both moan sharply into each other’s mouth, feeling his saliva pool at the back of your throat as he gives you a passionate and rough french kiss. Both of his hands squeeze at your warm hips before gripping your skin tightly as he starts a very deep and incredible pace.

Instantly you cling to his skin which is a combination of warm, smooth and sweaty. An intoxicatingly sweet aroma wafting into your nose that makes him all the more addicting. Even the thrust of his hips slapping against your own send desire filled tingles all over your body, the incredible sway of heat singeing off your skin.

“Oh m-my God, T-Tom!” you moan completely unhinged all of your praise directly into the rim of his ear, before biting and nibbling it. He growls from the incredibly grip your folds has on his cock, driving him insane with desire to fuck you as hard and deep as possible.

"O-oh fuck, you're completely soaking my cock already..." Tom rasps, hot and heavy lascivious words about how wet your pussy is making his cock. Telling you in naughty detail how it was making it easier for him to slide back and forth, and even the pulse of your folds against his manhood telling him just how close you are.

Both of your hands grip at his back tightly, digging your nails into the skin and leaving him a few feint scratches, trembling from the overwhelming build of pleasure as he presses against all the right pleasure zones inside your body. And as your nails slide along his back, you take advantage of it and slam the palm of your hands on his butt cheeks with all your might.

This sudden move wrests the loudest whine from Tom’s lips, being breathless for at least two seconds because of the impact. You feel his cock throb between your walls, making you clench against him as you are overwhelmed by so many sensations.

“C-Come on Tom, I w-wanna hear you more baby!” you gasp, pressing your nose against the skin of his neck when he starts hitting that overwhelming pleasure zone inside your body again.

And Tom can only comply to your demand, letting more erotic sounds leave his mouth. Both of his rough hands slide from your hips to the bottom of your ass, where he now copies your moves to push and pull your body to meet with his deep thrusts.

From the way your body shakes and twitches you are close, making him pound into your core faster and deeper till he finally feels the warm sensation of your arousal coating his cock and dripping down his thighs. Tom moans against your lips while he continues to thrust sloshing your juices, until he abruptly pull away warming a bit of your stomach and inner thighs with his arousal.

Out of stamina, Tom let himself falls on top of you, out of breath but mostly swimming into a pure state of bliss. While watching you try to steady the heavy breathing and pound of your heart, his glazed eyes find yours before meeting your lips in a sloppy but lazy kiss.

“From now on, those type of videos are only for me. Not for the Internet, understand?” you mumble into the kiss, your hands still wandering on top of his ass, massaging it.

“Can’t promise you anything, darlin’...”

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