#cause from what I’ve seen they fucked up MY BOY. MY BABYGIRL

[burntblueberrywaffles]

Love when I’m making my SW posts in my insanity corner and someone goes: "you forgot about [thing that happened in clone wars]” Like no baby I didn’t forget I just don’t consider Clone Wars canon ❤️ Hope this helps.

[captainaikus]

TW: ✨spicy✨ thoughts ahead 👀 you’ve been warned 😌

Belle. belle. bElLe. BELLE.

what. RIGHT. do you have. to make me malfunction like this??????

WASHOUT???? I am. Just. I cannot okay.

The lifting their chin with your forefinger???? The caging them to a wall???? The making them suck on your thumb????? ✨magnificent✨

Isagi is actually a babygirl. My man’s acts like he’s all that and then some on the field but we all know he’s eager to get home and whining for you at the end of the day. Like TELL me that this man doesn’t love being degraded and put in his place. UGH.

AND RIN!!??? He hates losing so much but yet here he is, flustered and desperate in front of you. And he was so so so determined to win too, awwww poor baby. I just KNEW jealousy was gonna play a factor into his cause come on now, Rin gets so jealous so easily and it’s the cutest thing ever. Almost cuter than him in a crop top.

BACHIRA. BACHIRA. BACHIRA. First of all. Your first Bachira fic was amazing and definitely worth the wait. But seriously. Baby thought he was gonna get away with teasing you all week? Sweetie, there are consequences to your actions you know? THE WAY HE WAS SO OBEDIENT AND GOOD. UGH. I can literally SEE him smirking up at you with your thumb in his mouth, all hard and desperate, while in his knees. The messing clay hands makes it even more fun. Toki is an interesting nickname, I’ve never heard it before. What’s it mean? OH!!! And have you ever seen that kind of fanart with a ship where it’s a two part?? Where one is talking to their friends while the other it talking to theirs?? And it’s a light shading to highlight the handprints on their bodies??? Which are also the others signature color??? UGH THAT BUT WITH YOU AND BACHIRA. PLS I CAN SEE IT NOW. Have I mentioned that Bachira is my favorite?

How are you btw?? How’s the other blog coming along? Uni still tiring? Are you taking breaks 🤨?? Eating 🤨?? Drinking water 🤨?? Don’t forget to take care of yourself love 😤😤. (I saw all of this with aggressive concern and affection btw).

As for me, Im doing pretty good. I’ve got midterms and final exams coming up. Ive Gita a few assignments to do tonight but nothing too hard, just kinda long. But winter break is almost here so Im really excited for that. Im currently craving fresh bread atm. Specifically with broccoli and cheese soup 🥹🥹. Anyways. I hope you’re taking care of yourself!!! (pls take care of yourself 😭❤️) *sending aggressive virtual hugs*

- ✨ anon

forgot to include in my last basket but like Belle 😭😭😭. you’re turning me so dominant. in THAT way. what am i supposed to do now huh 😭😭😭. all this dom energy and no pretty boys to take it out on 🥹🥹🥹. i blame you (lovingly). take responsibility (affectionately). - ✨ anon

I um (°ー°〃) ... i don't regret it (kiss it better slowed and reverb made me do it and its my fav song now) and i had a panicky moment cause washout wasn't showing up in the tags - turns out if i use links it doesn't show up in the main tag- smh tumblr. you had 1 job. just. 1 job.

Giving back character analysis of how i see the boys-

Rin got two fingers shoved down his throat ( ᵘ ᵕ ᵘ )... hes lucky i didn't make it three

Isagi (sub leaning switch) is babygirl material. On the field he plays mean and rough, but when you're in charge? You can make him whimper. He is very shy when it comes to being in bed and on some days he just doesn't care (you'll see that when the other version is out) coming to terms with subby 'sagi; he is so innocent and cute, he will get turned on from the simple things you do.

Thigh fucking is his fav cause he whines and moans, begging you to let him cum.

Rin (dom leaning switch) - i have already decided on a nickname for him (sequel to my tears your comfort) but i'm caught between the two- so i gotta toss a coin to see which one we're rolling with. You wanna incite a reaction from this guy? Make him jealous. It's actually surprising that despite doing meditation and yoga, his patience snaps like a twig when he sees you dancing with another man despite knowing that you're loyal to him.

Rin wears designer clothes, but if we think abt him wearing a fishnet vest under a crop top for a second... time to fuck his brains out

He subbed his way through this one if you get it you get it Bachira (sub leaning switch fite moi) This is the first time I introduced him properly on the blog and poor baby ended up getting punished. He can already pull off a pretty good ahegao face for a start, so... convince me that he isn't a sub leaning switch. And YES! I know that image of handprints over each other- Bachira's would be orangey/ red and your's is white/gray , Bachi got less on us tho- there is more of it on him. I gave so much of a spoiler away for my tears, your comfort for Bachira and his edition of your words my hurt is not even out yet smh.

So for the nickname in Meguru's case... I really wanted it to be 'Harry' - cause harry POTTER (ik you get it- Bachira is the least creative when it comes to nicknames) and for me, I don't see names as a way of categorizing gender? but i thought some people wouldn't like being called Harry so i played safe and used toki instead which is the japanese word for pottery. or i was thinking abt keeping the nickname as 'nendo' which means clay as well- but Harry clicked... (might change the nickname to that when i release your words my hurt + sequel bachira edition)

ik bachira was your fav- i put it first for a reason (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و

coming to the part of establishing the reader as the dominant one in washout... it was purely self indulgent and i'm gonna let myself a little loose and say that i'm not a submissive person is a dom/ major dom minor sub and since i've writing a sub reader for too long, my patience snapped and... uh yeah dom came out.

(and i like the fact that we're making people dominant here)

I'm doing alright! Uni is going great, i was late to class by twenty minutes and had a girlboss moment with answering questions (yes i am THAT girl) forgot to take my gloves today and i had to wash out the dirt again (these books are too old like 1940s old) i finished drinking over 2 bottles of water - i don't know how many gallons it was but i knew i needed it cause staying hydrated is important

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I actually ate more than usual today- lasagna, ice cream (gave me a sore throat- very smart isabelle. just had to eat something cold in cold weather when yk its not good for you), fries and chocolates. sausage and rice too but we won't talk abt that

as for the other blog...yk the drill moot; crying abt oliver and becoming mutuals with people who are active on my main blog and interact with me (∩˃o˂∩)♡

Oof exams! Good luck with that- and take it easy okay? *thinking if i should make a set of hcs for stuff like this* broccoli and cheese soup T-T (wants to have soup too) i hope you have your meal and savor it.

And yea i'm taking care! *busy watching moomin*

*sending back hugs*

[xpeachesncream]

back to you | drabble (jjk)

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yours (ft. the bands!couple) | drabble one: you’ve seen jungkook get angry, but this is the first time he’s ever let it out on you.

word count: 2.5k

warnings: cussing, implied sexual content, more fluff than anything

tags: @thebeebi​ @miinoongi​ @ggukkieland​ @preciouschimine​ @bluesharksandfish​ @unicornbabylover​ @ayujaded​

Jungkook steps down from the stage after performing Euphoria, aggressively throwing his towel against the wall in anger.

"FUCK!" He yells loudly in frustration, startling some of the staff as hot tears starting to spill down his cheeks. It's been a long time since Jungkook felt unsatisfied with a performance. He was so, so unsatisfied because of a small mistake only he could notice, however, it was big enough to shoot him down. All he wanted was to put up a good performance for the fans, for the people that paid money to watch them here, and he felt like such a fucking failure not meeting his end of it.

"Kookie, what's wrong?" Hobi follows after him when he sees the anger clear as day on his face, tears still coming down as his nose was beginning to turn red.

"Nothing." He mumbles as he shuts himself into a private room backstage and slams the door loudly that it echoes through the hallway.

"What just happened?" You ask Hobi as you jog over, unable to catch Jungkook right away since you had been busy getting Jimin ready for his solo performance. "He needs to get ready."

"He's pissed. I think he messed up and he's taking it pretty hard."

"Messed up?" You were confused because you had no clue what he was talking about. You caught the performance as much as possible, and you didn't hear one fucked up note or see one fucked up step.

"You know him." Is all Hobi says, making you sigh.

"Go get touched up, I'll go see what's up with him."

"He's in there." Hobi nods towards a room before he's jogging back to the chaos in the group dressing room. You silently walk over to the door, giving it three soft knocks before leaning closer to listen for any movement.

"I'll be out in a fucking second, can you wait?!" He yells, which catches you by surprise because you definitely haven't see him this angry since the night him and Jimin fought at the dorm and to be quite honest, you're still learning how to handle angry Jungkook. You open the door and peek your head through, hoping he could simmer once he sees it's you.

But he doesn't, and that's what fucking sucks.

He looks at you, and it breaks your heart seeing him cry. Your face softens as you try to come closer but you jump back when he suddenly gets up to walk towards the other side of the room to create some distance. You stay put to watch him, his back is facing towards you with his hands pressed firmly against his hips.

"Not now, Y/N."

"Babe, I just—"

"Did you not just hear me? Not now. So please go." You almost flinch at his tone, the way he delivers his statement.

"Jungkook, please let me in. Let me make it better." You come behind him, hand gently grabbing at his shoulder. For a second, you feel him ease up, but it doesn't last long before his walls are coming back up. He moves out of your grip and walks away from you while pinching the bridge of his nose.

"It was such a stupid mistake." He says softly.

"Baby, whatever it was, it was a tiny mistake because we didn't even—" I guess this was your first lesson in dealing with angry Jungkook— choose your words wisely. Jungkook is such a perfectionist that he's incredibly hard on himself when it comes to things like this. No mistake is ever tiny to him. It all becomes a huge deal because he just wants to keep people happy. He wants to make sure he can follow through.

"See, you don't even get it." He snaps at you.

"Excuse me? Are you serious right now, Jungkook?" You cross your arms and scoff at him.

"That wasn't just a tiny mistake Y/N!" His tone slightly raises. "It was a huge deal for me!" He sighs and shakes his head.

"I'm just trying to help."

"Yeah well, you really aren't making this any fucking better. So just go, okay?" As soon as the words leave his mouth, he looks at you and instantly regrets it when he catches a small frown forming at the corner of your lips. "Shit, baby—"

"No, you know what? I might not understand right off the bat but I was gonna do my best to try and do so because I wanna do what I can to be there for you." You throw your hands up in defeat. "But fine, Jungkook. If that's how you wanna be, then go ahead and fucking shut me out." You fire back, annoyed that he's giving you hella attitude when your only intention was to support him.

"Y/N—" He tries to grab your wrist but you yank it out of his grip.

"Get yourself ready, you have 10 mins before you need to be back on stage." You avoid eye contact and slam the door shut.

"Fuuuuuck." Jungkook groans and hits the chair before letting out a deep sigh and making his way back to the group. When he gets back to the room, he sees you assisting Jin, your bottom lip tucked under your top lip while you bit onto it. He can see Jin's mouth moving and your head nodding, but he can't really make out the conversation with all the noise and chaos going on.

Fuck, he fucked up. All he wanted to do was tell you how sorry he was for snapping at you and for letting his anger out on you that way.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Jin asks you softly, his eyes full of concern when he catches your wet lashes. He can tell you had just been crying, and has a good sense of why.

"Kook is being a meanie." Jin chuckles as you fix his shirt.

"He gets like that when he isn't happy with himself."

"I'm only trying to help though."

"I know, and I'll give him a good ass-whooping later for treating you like that."

"God, he's so mean when he's pissed like that. I've never had to personally deal with angry Jungkook like this."

"He pushes everyone away and doesn't know any better, but he'll learn from this. Let him. He needs to understand that he can't take his feelings out on you like that just because you're his girlfriend."

"Thank you." You softly say as you finish rolling the lint roller across his broad shoulders.

"Of course." Jin winks. "Cheer up." He gives your shoulder a good squeeze before he's rushing out with the rest of the boys.

The rest of the night is quiet between you and Jungkook, mainly because you're doing your best to 'let him learn' and avoid him even though it was the hardest thing to do. He had tried to subtly grab your attention every now and then, but you brushed it off and paid no mind to it. Halfway through, he had realized he just needed to give you space. Every part of you wanted to cling onto him like a koala and tell him how frustratingly and annoyingly cute he was, but there was also a small part that was still upset at the shit he said. You were still hurt at how easy it was for him to lash out on you like that, let alone push you away when he wasn't feeling his best.

Once the show was over and you and the staff had done a great deal of cleaning up, you finally headed home in one of the staff cars, the boys already back at the hotel resting up and eating. You quietly make your way to your room on the same floor as the boys, hearing their laughter erupting from one of the rooms down the hallway. At the front of your door was a small box of fried chicken wings and a bag of radishes, most likely from Jungkook. You normally ordered room service or grabbed Kook's leftovers, moreso cause you were too tired from the day to even think about eating a huge meal. You let out a small sigh, grabbing the box as you walk in and set it on the table. You take a quick shower, lathering up in some lotion before throwing on Jungkook's longsleeve.

Technically, you weren't allowed to sleep in Jungkook's room and he wasn't allowed in yours, but your boyfriend always does what he wants and never plays by the rules in the book [as we've learned]. He always finds a way to sneak over, texting you right as he gets to your door and slipping out bright and early the next morning. It was some high school shit, but you genuinely understood wholeheartedly why they tried to keep that rule in place during the tour.

Jungkook is just always gonna be stubborn though, which is why you hear him knocking loudly as if it wasn't getting late.

"Y/N." He keeps his forehead against the door. You sit still in absolute silence until he speaks again. "Babygirl, I'm sorry. Please let me in." You continue to sit in silence, a little torn on whether or not you should let him in or let him be for the night. Were you too quick if you were to let him in? I mean, the fight wasn't huge, but it was still enough to sting. "Baaaaby." He whines.

"What are you doing?" Taehyung whispers harshly. "You're gonna get in trouble." Jungkook keeps his forehead against your door and simply lifts a hand to Taehyung to prevent him from going on any further.

"Fuck it."

"Jungkookie, go back—" Kook points down the hallway, forehead still pressed against your door like a child on timeout.

"You go back. I'm fine here." Taehyung silently chuckles to himself before crossing his arms and retreating back to his room, listening to the repeated, soft "y/n's" and "baby's" coming from Jungkook.

When you realize he isn't going to leave, and you sure as hell don't want him to get in trouble, you sigh and get up from the bed to open the door for your man. You turn the knob and slightly pull back just enough to open your door and let him do the rest. You head back to your bed, not turning behind you when you hear him walk in and shut your door. He quietly comes into your view, but you continue to sit criss-crossed on your bed, scrolling through your phone while the TV was providing some background noise.

Okay, you might have been acting like a level 10 brat, but he hurt your feelings when you were only trying to help.

"Hmmm, baby." He whines and pouts as he climbs onto the bed and rests his chin on your leg. When you still don't pay him any mind, he sucks on his teeth and gently puts your phone down so you have no choice but to look at him. "Baby, I'm sorry." He sits up, his hand gently caressing your thigh.

"Do you even know what you're sorry for?"

"I was being mean. I didn't mean to take my anger out on you like that."

"You sure were being a meanie." You slightly pout, causing him to sigh in regret. He never, never wanted to hurt you. Yet, one quick moment of vulnerability and the first thing he does is hurt you.

God, he felt like a dumbass.

"Babygirl, fuck. I didn't mean to hurt you, I was just being stupid." He sits next to you and pats the open space in between his legs for you to fill. You quietly climb in between, allowing him to hug you from behind and plant kisses along your cheek, jaw and neck.

"Kook, are you always gonna push me away like that? Especially on days where you don't feel your best? When you don't feel satisfied with yourself? Cause if that's the case— how are we gonna work if you won't let me in?"

"No baby, no. I just— Fuck, honestly. I don't know. I felt so insecure over the smallest thing. I made it a big deal for no reason. I just wanted to look good for the fans. For you. I wanted you and everyone else to be proud." You slightly turn and cup his cheek, Kook leaning into it and pressing a kiss against your palm.

"They are so, so proud of you. Always. The fans, the boys, the staff. Me. You are so hardworking and dedicated to your craft. You are the most talented person I know." You sigh. "What really happened out there?"

"I messed up a note. It was subtle, but enough for me to notice and trip on the next dance move."

"There's always going to be room for improvement, babe. But that will never change the fact that your fans and the people around you adore you. They will love you, flaws and all." He looks at you before lifting your chin with his finger and placing a soft peck on your lips. He never used to care about how people looked at him, still doesn't. But when it comes to his performances, his singing, dancing— he's very particular and wants nothing but to please people. He just didn't know how to stop being so hard on himself, where to place boundaries. He didn't know how to differentiate between big and small mistakes.

"I love you." He whispers, thumb gently caressing your chin before placing another kiss against your lips. "I love you so much, and I'm so sorry for being mean to you earlier. I never meant to hurt you or push you away."

"And I'm sorry for being a brat back." He chuckles. "I love you, too."

"Deserved it, I'll let it slide." You giggle as he hugs you tightly, playfully kissing you everywhere that he possibly can. "I missed you."

"You saw me all night."

"I saw you, but you didn't come close to me."

"Which you deserved."

"Which I deserved." He nods in agreement. "Now I just wanna shower my baby in kisses." He continues to pepper you with soft kisses. "By the way, did you get the chicken?"

"Yeah, thank you." You smile at him.

"You have more?" Your smile instantly fades while you push yourself off of him and hop off the bed.

"You came here for my chicken?!"

"No! Obviously I came here to make things right and apologize." You bite onto your bottom lip to prevent yourself from smirking. "Just thought I could get a little bonus and snag your leftovers, you know?" His doe eyes were wide, lips slightly pouty. "Soooo, let me see what's in that box." He looks at the chicken box behind you and wiggles his eyebrows.

"Unbelievable." You joke as he lifts you up from the legs and gently [not really] throws you back onto the bed before running to your chicken box. "Jungkook! I will whoop your ass if you touch my chicken." He scrunches his nose, bunny smile coming into full view as he places a finger on top of your box. "Ugh!" You throw a pillow at him.

"Oh, so you wanna get fiesty? I'll show you fiesty." He rushes back onto the bed, tickling you into the sheets.

"You started it!"

"And I'm gonna finish it." He stares at you as you lay beneath him. "Off with your clothes, sweetheart." He whispers into your ear, causing you to squeal.

[tacobacoyeet]

growing up | b.w. x reader

a/n: i got a request for some bill smut. didn’t realize how absolutely fucking perfect he was until @randomoutsiders worked her magic, but, here we are. as always, enjoy!

warnings: SMUT 18+, praise kink, semi-public sex, profanity, bill weasley is so fucking hot i am going to die

There was nothing unfamiliar about a sea of tall redheads weaving throughout the quaint Weasley home, just as there was nothing unfamiliar about you being around. What was unfamiliar, however, was the way a pool formed between your legs the moment he walked through the door.

“Oh, Bill! You still haven’t cut your hair, dear!” Molly’s joyous voice rang the hall as her oldest son made his way across the threshold.

Although he was returning  his mother’s sentiments and entertaining her for the moment, his eyes were only trained on one thing: you. His luscious ponytail swayed softly as he walked towards you, his pale blue irises taking in every last inch of your body. He was right. 4 years could change a lot about a person. You weren’t little, knobby-kneed y/n anymore. No, you were much more than that. 

You, were quite possibly, the hottest thing William Arthur Weasley had seen in his lifetime- even after 4 straight years in Egypt.

“y/n!” His deep voice made you melt even more, if possible. Taking you by surprise, Bill pulled you into a sweet hug, his newly muscled arms rubbing so satisfyingly against your spine. You were so focused on inhaling his rugged scent that you almost didn’t hear his low murmur in your ear:

“Meet me in the treehouse after dinner.”

Titillated, you kept Bill’s words at the front of your mind as you went to assist Molly in the kitchen. You watched out of the corner of your eye as he rolled up his sleeves to help Harry, George and Fred de-gnome the garden.

“You two would be quite the couple, y/n,” Molly’s schoolgirl whisper in your ear startled you out of your fixation on his toned biceps. “Merlin knows maybe you might be able to convince him to get rid of that horrid earring.”

“Aw, Mum, I quite like it,” Charlie wrapped his arms around both you and Molly as he squeezed himself between the two of you. You and him were both in the same year at Hogwarts, and Charlie was actually how you became acquainted with Bill, and then the rest of their flamboyant family, back in your fifth year, after you and Charlie had become Prefects together, the same year that Bill was Head Boy. “But she is right, y/n. If there’s anyone I think could match Bill, it’s you.” A smirk on his face as he caught sight of your quickly heating cheeks, Charlie flounced away.

Everyone could tell. You and Bill weren’t very inconspicuous, eye-fucking each other across the table constantly, and it didn’t help when George had finally decided to speak up about it:

“Can you two quit making those eyes at each other?! I’ve seen enough from Harry and Ginny daily, and now you and Bill are reunited for a mere six hours and your eyes are basically burning holes through each other’s clothes! Let a man eat in peace, please!”

It didn’t stop yours and Bill’s glances- if anything it made them more frequent. It felt as if dinner was dragging on, but finally, the family had dispersed from the table and had made their way into the living room. Finally, Bill had you to himself.

The sun was saying its final goodbyes as you stealthily made your way across the yard and climbed up the hidden ladder up to the small treehouse. The second you stepped foot inside, the door was shutting and you were being slammed into the magically reinforced wooden walls. Bill’s cool hands shocked your heated skin, the icy metal of his rings molding marks into your luscious thighs as he gripped them, warranting a breathy moan from your salivating mouth.

“Gorgeous, baby. Absolutely stunning.” Bill kissed his way down your body, lips like fresh roses as you ripped his olive green button down shirt off of him, running your hands down his rippled chest. You attempted to fumble with his belt buckle, but your hands were driven away from his lower area as he wrapped your wrists in one of his large hands, pinning them up against the wall.

“Not yet, baby. I want to make you feel good. You’re such a good girl, aren’t you? So good for me, aren’t you, love?” Bill’s affirmations made your spine tingle in the best possible way.

“Yes,” you gasped. “So good for you. Such a good girl.” Bill dropped your wrists, freeing his second hand to carry you over to the small couch. You were barely able to keep your eyes open, so focused on his words, that you were caught by surprise when you felt his skilled tongue lap at your exposed pussy.

“So wet. Is this all for me? Did I make you this wet, babygirl?” Bill’s mumbles against your sopping cunt sent ripples up your body, causing you to thrust your hips straight towards his mouth, all self-control gone as you screamed for him.

“Yes, Bill, for you! S’all for you, please, please- ah!" Disappointed by the sudden lack of friction against your most sensitive area, you cried out.

“Please what, baby? What do you want from me?”

“Your cock! Please, Bill, I need you inside me, I need to feel you-” If he wasn’t so in love with you, if he didn’t care so much, he would’ve laughed. It was almost ridiculous as he watched you squirm for him, as he watched your pussy clench around absolutely nothing.

“You want my thick cock inside you, honey? You want me to fill you up? Want me to fuck your tight little cunt?” Bill spared no time in sliding himself into you, gaining speed as he watched you fall farther and farther into his grasp. It was a sight for sore eyes, the sweat raining down your forehead, tears streaming down your cheeks as you sobbed out for him, begged for him to let you cum.

“Tell everyone who you belong to. Who’s pussy this is. Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good, then I’ll let you cum, sweet girl.”

“All yours, Bill, your pussy! You make me feel so good! Please, Bill, Please, I need to cum. You make me feel so good, Please!” Your screams did not go unheard. Unbeknownst to you, Fred and George were getting ready to rain hell down on you the moment you got back to the Burrow. But right now, all you were focused on was the way Bill’s cock felt like it was made to fit your pussy, the way it curved ever-so-slightly to hit that spot, and how all you need was to-

“Cum for me, baby.”

Stars danced across your vision as you screamed his name, legs shaking as he released his load into you. You had never felt such draining yet perfect euphoria, but you knew that he would be the only one to help you achieve that for the rest of your life.

As both of you attempted to regain your breath, sprawled across the treehouse, Bill turned to you, his signature ponytail loosened, but he somehow still  looked so sinfully angelic.

“Well, I guess now would be a good time to ask if you wanted to grab a bite to eat tomorrow?”

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You Gotta Be Quiet (NSFW)

Clay Spenser x Reader

Requested by: @innerpaperexpertcloud and @pinkrockstar19 // Hello!!! Can I please have promt 1 from your smut requests with Clay Spenser!!! The reader is going out on a girl's night and is wearing Clay's favorite dress on her!! Thankyou😍😍😍 // Can you do 1 on clay for smut

Warning: Public sex, unprotected sex, fingering

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“Stop staring at me,” you giggled, as you sat crossed legged in front of the mirror, putting the final touches to your make up.

“Just admiring the view babygirl,” Clay smirked, making eye contact with you through the mirror. “It’s not my fault you are gorgeous and I can’t keep my eyes off you.”

“I feel bad about going out tonight,” you sighed putting the lid back on the lipstick, “Like you only got back from being spun up this morning and I’m going out.”

“You are not bailing on your best friend's hen night, I mean you are her maid of honour so you have to be there,” he smiled. “And anyway you never know we might end up crossing paths tonight as it’s the stag night as well.”

“I know,” you sighed, standing up, pulling the dress out of the wardrobe, “The timing just sucks that’s all, all I want to do is spend a night in with my boy.”

“Well I have a feeling it’s going to be a messy night for the both of us, so tomorrow we won’t leave the bed.” He smirked, rolling off the bed to start getting ready himself.

As you got changed you waited for Clay’s reaction, you knew choosing this dress would drive him crazy, as it was his favourite one you owned.

“You gotta be kidding me,” he breathed, letting his eyes roam over your body, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, “You had to wear this dress!”

“Problem?” You giggled, placing your hand on his bare chest.

“Such a tease,” he whispered, placing his hands on your hips, “All I’m going to say is if you leave the house wearing that, then the second you get back home I’m going to bend you over that bed.”

“Is that a promise?” You giggled, biting your lip.

“One hundred percent, babygirl,” he hummed, cupping you ass. “I’m feeling some drunk, rough sex, seen as I missed out last time because somebody got too drunk!”

“Hey, I was all up for it,” you giggled.

“Baby, you passed out in the taxi on the way home, remember.” Clay laughed, as he helped zip your dress up.

“Nope, you know I was black out drunk that night.” You giggled, the sound of the horn from the limo brought you back to reality as you slipped your feet into your heels. Spinning around, you placed your hand on Clay’s cheek, kissing him softly. “See you later baby, I love you.”

“I love you too,” he smirked, slapping your ass. “Now go, have fun with the girls.”

“Have you got any idea where the girls are?” Ray asked as he looked around the club.

“Urm,” Clay said, scanning the club, grinning when he saw the back of you, dancing on top of a table. “Found them, should have known she would be causing trouble.”

He couldn’t wait any longer, downing his shot as he pushed himself through the sea of bodies, he needed to get to his girl. Luckily he got to you just in time as you lost your foot on top of the table, falling right into his arms.

“My hero!” You giggled as you looked up at Clay.

“You know that you and dancing on tables do not go together,” he smirked, placing you on your feet before wrapping his arms around your waist, kissing you with a sense of urgency, your bodies pressed together, as you wrapped your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his hair.

The kiss left you feeling weak and wanting more. Especially when he bit your lips as he pulled away from the kiss, at this moment in time you knew you wouldn’t be able to wait until you got home, you smirked as you linked your fingers with his, pushing through the crowd trying to find somewhere a bit more private.

The moment you dragged him into the toilets Clay laughed, shaking his head.

“That desperate hey,” he smirked as he locked the door behind him before pushing you up against the wall, with his hand lightly around your throat.

“Well you were the one that said you would bend me over the bed if I went out in this dress,” you breathed, “and I’ve not been able to stop thinking about it all night.”

“Mmm,” he hummed, grazing his fingers along the inside of your thighs, until he reached your core, pushing his fingers past the lace thong and slowly pushing a finger in you, making your breath catch in your throat “That desperate you can’t wait until we get home.”

“Don’t tease,” you moaned.

“I think I’m the one in control babygirl,” he smirked as he curled his fingers just right, hitting that spot, making you bite down on your lip, trying not to be too loud.

“Please just fuck me Clay,” you breathed, grinding against his fingers, trying to unbuckle his belt. “I need to feel you in me.”

Clay didn’t say anything as he moved his hand from your throat, undoing his jeans and dropping them along with his boxers. This wasn’t the first time you snuck off for a quickie in the club so as soon as he grazed his hands over the thighs pushing your dress up, you wrapped your arms around his neck, jumping so your legs were wrapped around his waist. He pinned you against the wall as he pulled your thong to the side, slowly pushing his hard dick into you making you moan softly at the feeling.

“You gotta be quiet, Princess” he breathed, as he thrust hard “We don't wanna get caught.”

“Kiss me then.” You moaned, he didn’t need telling twice as his lips connected with yours, in a hot and heavy kiss as he pounded you.

You couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, his thrusts were fast and hard, hitting the right spot every time, and the added risk of getting caught made this ten times hotter.

“Fuck,” Clay moaned, “you are so tight baby.”

“Clay,” you whimpered as you let your eyes flutter closed as the orgasm washed over you.

Clay didn’t last much long as he felt you tighten around him, moaning into your mouth as he came.

“At least now it doesn’t matter if you pass out on the way home baby,” Clay laughed, kissing you softly.

“Hey you promised to bed me over the bed the second we got home,” you whispered against his lips. “so I’m not getting black out drunk tonight.”

“Damn my babygirl is horny today,” Clay laughed as he slowly pulled out of you, passing you some toilet roll to clean up with.

“What can I say?” You giggled, “it’s this dress, knowing how crazy it drives you.”

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[ithehellisbucky]

forget me not

spencer reid x reader

Request: No

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Kidnapping, torture, drowning, murder, drug mention, etc

Summary: You and Spencer don't realize you love each other until it's almost too late

Author's Note: First thing in like fucking forever, so yeah. This was originally a request and then I was at school and I couldn't look at my request so it was way off script, so I just did my own shit, this also takes place in the 5th season, in the middle just after hayley dies.

~

"The unsub is a white male between the ages of 35-45. His modus operandi is drowning in the great lakes, he's already struck Superior, Michigan, Ontario, and Huron, so we expect Lake Erie to be next." Hotch says, glancing at his phone every minute or so. It's his third case back since Hayley died, and he's picked up a habit of waiting to hear bad news.

"This unsub has recently developed a hallucinative disorder where every face he sees has an emotional connection. There were no discernable connections between his victims which leads us to believe that his mind is filling in the gaps at random." Reid says, gesturing abstractly at nothing at all in particular.

"This disorder was likely triggered by a recent brain injury connected to the Great Lakes so keep a lookout for any recent accident victims. He was very social until the accident, and after it he immediately became anti-social. He was probably in a relationship recently, but then broke it off, he is not married, but possibly has children, which he will not shy away from using in a hostage situation." Morgan exclaims as he leans against a desk.

"His victims are all over the place, so we advise everyone to be on high alert. There is no pattern to the murders, from a 51-year-old single mother of two to a 14-year-old on vacation." You pause and take a breath, looking back down at your notes. "Someone out there knows this man, so we implore you to tell as many people as possible, our Media Liaison Jennifer Jareau will be setting up a press conference, and it is very important to get this out to as many people as possible."

"Won't that just spook him more?" One of the sheriff's deputy says, with a concerned look on his face.

"Yes, but at this point, he will kill again no matter what, it's better to have the public be informed because he will take another victim, whether we find him during or after is up to us."

He nods, and looks down at his notepad, badly masking his disturbed grimace.

"Thank you and let us know if you have any leads," Hotch exclaims, closing the meeting.

You walk up to Spencer "I bet we're their favorite people right about now." You say, sipping on your coffee.

Reid avoids your eyes and continues to fidget with the chess piece that he probably stole from one of the officer's desks. "What's wrong Reid?"

"I dunno, I just have a really bad feeling about this one," He picks up his cane and walks away. When Spencer has enough he needs to walk away, and as long as he wasn't hurt that was fine with you.

"Reid, y/l/n, Garcia's got something." Morgan raps his knuckles on the doorway and calls you into a conference room. "Hey babygirl, what do ya got for us?" He exclaims, shifting the call to speakerphone.

"A luscious blonde mane and an intense yearning to hold you." Emily giggles a little bit and Garcia can probably feel Hotch's glare "oh come on Derek."

"Sorry baby, keep goin'."

"I have a name. One Larry Todd. 3 weeks ago he was in a boat accident in which he had a severe concussion and was unconscious for 3 days. He immediately broke up with his girlfriend Shelby, which she was very angry about, adieu to her Facebook page. His ex-wife reported that he missed his last two visitations with his daughter Amelia." She takes a pause "he owned a bait shop that's been closed since his boat was destroyed in the accident, and it's listed as his last residency.

"Fits our profile to a tee," Emily exclaims.

"Thanks, Garcia," Hotch says, hanging up the phone call. "Emily, JJ is in the conference so run out and let her know. Morgan and Rossi, go to the bait shop with SWAT, and Reid and y/l/n go to the ex-wife's house; Emily and I will stay here and see what else we can dig up."

Everyone goes their separate ways. The sheriff takes the driver's seat, with you in the shotgun seat and Spencer in the back. You can hear the clang his leg makes against his cane and his foot bouncing.

"I'll take the daughter, and you can have the ex-wife."

"Okay," responds Spencer.

The ex-wife Miranda opens the door sobbing when you knock on it. "Excuse me, ma'am, my name is Agent y/n y/l/n and this is my partner Dr. Spencer Reid, do you mind if we ask you and your daughter a few questions about your ex-husband?"

She continues to sob but lets you in. You look back to see the sheriff playing video games on his phone and you scoff.

Spencer sits down with the crying woman and you politely ask if you can speak to her daughter. She tells you yes and that Amelia is around back.

"Bye, Reid." You blow a kiss to Spencer and walk out the door, shaking a sinister nagging feeling itching at the back of your neck.

You walk across the pavement and open the gate to enter your unsub's former backyard. "Hi Amelia, my name is y/n, I'm a friend of your mommies."

Beginning to grow more suspicious, you pull out your gun and triple-check to make sure it's on safety. If Todd is there you know that he would be fine with sacrificing his daughter for his own goals and you wouldn't let that happen "Amelia? Is your daddy here."

"Boo!" A little girl with pigtails holding a stuffed rabbit jumps from behind the recycling bin and you chuckle, putting your gun away in your holster. "Did I scare you?"

"You sure did!" You laugh. "Wow, that's such a pretty bunny, where did you get it?"

"My daddy got it for me." She said, showing off her gap tooth.

"That's so cool! Do you remember what it was like when he gave it to you?" You kneel to be at eye level with the child.

"Yeah, he was super cuddly, now he's a little more pokey, but that's okay." She says, playing with the bunny ears.

"When did he get pokey, Amelia?" You hesitated, something was off "I just want your daddy to be cuddly again."

"A little bit ago. He used to tell me stories till I fell asleep eeeeeverynight, but then he stopped for a week and when he came back he was like a big lion."

You had a growing sense of paranoia budding in your spine, why was she telling you all this so fast? "What type of stories?"

"He used to tell me princess stories, but after he stopped for a week he talked all about ones about the scary lady who tried to take me away, but then he stopped her! And the boy who was being dangerous so he had to make sure that she didn't hurt me." She exclaimed absentmindedly.

You start to pull your phone out of your pocket until Amelia starts talking again "and just now, he was talking about the bad knight who tried to take me away."

Your jaw dropped and you tried to find the best course of action, but by the time your brain started working it was too late. He walked up behind you and whispered into your ear "Nighty-night."

And then everything was black

~~~

"Hey, mommy."

"Yes, sweetheart?" She quickly wiped the tears off of her face to turn to her daughter.

"Can I have ice cream?"

"Of course sweetheart" she gives me a small smile and gets up towards the kitchen. "Where's that nice agent that came here with Dr. Reid?"

"They weren't a nice agent, they were a bad, bad, bad knight, and they were trying to take me away, so daddy took them instead."

No.

Oh no.

No no no no no no no no.

Where were they? Where was y/n?

I pulled out my gun without a second thought and left my cane behind, I ran as fast as I could without it, and by the time I was in the backyard my knee was burning and they were gone.

~~~

You woke up halfway through the drive. The road switched from smooth the bumpy a million times over, and it smelled like bees. Not like honey, not like pollen, like bees. Just bees. It smelled nice, but you don't want to die smelling bees.

You wanted to move. Move your body, move your head, move your eyes, move anything, but you couldn't move. Nothing could move. There was a sweaty tv shirt shoved between your teeth. Your hands were bound with bristled rope and there was metal all around you and you were certain that this was the back of a van. At first, you thought there must be a blindfold over your eyes, and then you realized that they were just too tired to open.

There was an old country song playing over the radio, a love song about a family in a house. The truck stopped shaking and he pulled the ignition. A growing sense of dread filled your stomach as he walked around towards the back of the truck. He opened the door and you saw his face.

That could only mean one thing- you weren't leaving here alive.

~~~

Within minutes crime scene techs were on the scene, but I knew they wouldn't find anything useful. The only thing that was there was the absence of y/n and our distraught profile.

"They were right here, right here, they were- they were right here, right here." Hotch looked at me somberly, and Morgan rubbed my shoulder with sympathy.

"We need to update our profile," Emily said, there was no time to waste, "we know what this guy does to people, and if he would risk abducting an armed federal agent in front of his daughter there's no doubt they in danger."

"We know Emily," Everyone looks at me kind of funny like I've said something wrong, but at this point, I don't care what anyone thinks of me, "His reason for doing this was for his daughter, he took out anyone he saw as a threat, a motherly figure, someone who could be her older brother, anyone who was a threat and wanted to take Amelia away from him.

"His disorder is fairly undocumented, being exactly the opposite of prosopagnosia, where patients disassociate faces from their loved ones, causes him to feel emotions about people he's never seen before, and his subconscious is assigning meaning to them at random, picking up anyone shows the slightest twinge of distaste.

"y/n picked up more than a twinge, they were there to take his daughter away, so he likely believes they're the mastermind." Everyone looks at me and waits for me to say the thing we all know is coming "he's not going to kill them before they suffer."

As we hitched a ride back to the station my leg was bouncing like crazy and my fingers were tapping the numbers of pi into the leather of the car door. Emily put her hand on my shoulder but I couldn't feel her, y/n missing was the only thing I could feel.

"Garcia I need you to check if Larry Todd owns any vehicles large enough to hold a person, trunks, vans, trucks anything," Morgan says into his speakerphone once we get back to the station.

"Oh god it's true, he really has them?" I can hear the distraught coated thick on her voice "do you think they're in pain, do you think he-"

"Garcia we don't have time for this, does he or does he not have any vehicles in his name." I snapped, I could apologize later when y/n was in a hospital bed.

"No, but you know I'm never one to go to bed early, and it turns out his great uncle died a year and a half ago, but his van was pulled over and given a speeding ticket a few months ago, how much do you wanna bet that's our guy and not a psychopath's uncle."

"Thanks, Garcia," Rossi hangs up the phone and turns to one of the sheriff's deputies in the room, "put out an ATB on that van."

"Okay, I'm gonna go through the medical files again, see if there's anything I missed," Hotch catches my arm.

"There isn't, right now all we can do is wait and look." He pauses "we've sent out patrol cars to look for the van, go out with Morgan, and circle around Lake Erie."

"Hotch, what if- what if we don't find them, or we find them and it's too late, or we find-"

"Right now she's alive, you said it yourself, he's not gonna let her die so easy."

As disturbing as it is hearing that someone you love more than anything is being tortured, I found it strangely comforting. They're alive. They are alive. They are prepared. After Tobias took me they brought me to a CIA torture seminar, just on the off chance that anything happened, I wouldn't break again.

I stared out the window of the passenger side of the SUV. Morgan wasn't talking, he knew what I was feeling, because he felt it before, when it happened to me.

"We've got a report of the vehicle going down sunmist lane" the scanner jumps to life.

I had memorized the map the second we landed; "we're five minutes away" and then, quietly under my breath, I whispered, "I'm coming y/n."

~~~

He held your head underwater for the 7th or the fiftieth time. You can't remember. You can't remember. You can't remember anything other than the water under the dock filling my lungs.

"What do you want with my daughter?!" He screamed at you as he pulled you out again, You vomited up all the water that my body could muster. You didn't know he had a daughter.

You forgot everything you learned to do. You forgot to pretend it was affecting me, You forgot how to hold my breath, You forgot. You forgot everything.

Except for Spencer, Spencer's smile, Spencer holding you, Spencer missing you until that was gone too.

Everything went away but the water.

He kicked you back off the dock again, and for a second you gasped for air, and then you sank, nothing even mattered anyways.

The man pulled you out again and kicked you in the ribs; you felt something rip inside of you and you screamed as loud as you could, which was more like a whimper.

"Larry Todd put your hands up!" Two men came behind the man who drowned you, you couldn't remember them, but you could remember the rip in your ribs filling with water.

He shoved you back into the water and you didn't even try to fight this time, you just sank, feet after feet after feet of water. You didn't hold your breath, you didn't care.

A figure appeared above you, and you saw the angel. He had a shimmering brown halo and a beautiful bright face that looked terrified, just like an angel.

And then he pulled you up.

~~~

This might be heaven, but it might be hell. You can tell the room is white without opening your eyes. There's a steady beeping sound to your left and it smells like chlorine.

When you finally manage to open your eyes you wished you hadn't. All you see is lethargy around you.

JJ is drooling in her sleep while Emily is asleep on her shoulder, Garcia is snoring in the corner with her knitting in a pile next to her. Morgan and Rossi are nowhere to be seen, but you can't blame them, seeing people they love getting beat up over and over again never gets easier. You can hear the faint sounds of Hotch arguing with someone over the phone in the hallway.

But worst of all is Spencer. He's wide awake and his foot is tapping like crazy on the ground. There are deep and dark eye bags surrounding his eyes and hints at a beard forming on his face. His cane is tossed uncharacteristically on the ground, and he pays it no attention whatever.

You open your mouth to speak, but when you do a stabbing pain shoots through your diaphragm and you gasp. The second Spencer hears you he shoots up and kneels next to the bed, which must be no easy feat.

"Hey, how are you?" He strokes your hair as gently as he can.

You try to speak but no words come out.

"Do you want some water?" You nod, trying to not feel pathetic. The second the glass of water comes into your eye line you knock it out of his hand and it goes shattering onto the floor, waking everyone else in the room up.

You start to cry, feeling guilty and scared about why a glass of water could've terrified you so much. "Hey, hey, it's okay, it's okay, it's just a bunch of sand made into something you can drink out of, it's not a big deal, don't worry." That calms you down a little bit.

You look around to see the rest of the team cradled around you. "How are you feeling honey?" Garcia whispers as if speaking too loudly would mortally wound you.

You reach up and touch your throat, and it burns. There's more confusion, and then JJ is getting her hand cut on the glass she was cleaning, Garcia was whispering too loudly and Emily was touching your arm, and Hotch and Morgan and Rossi were walking in the room and Spencer was pushing a button on your bed and the monitor was beeping and then you were screaming.

Screaming so loudly, screaming in pain, screaming in fear, screaming in confusion, screaming because you were overwhelmed and sad and scared. "Everyone gets out," Spencer says, and everyone quickly does, he knows you best, and right now, everything was too much.

"Wh-what happened" you whisper, throat and lungs still hurting but since you had screamed the worst part was over.

"The unsub kidnapped you, and tried to drown you, your heart stopped in the ambulance, but they brought you back." You remembered "You had been dunked in the water and brought back up at least 15 times, not including when I brought you out.

"You needed 53 stitches and had a punctured lung when we found you." He pauses "You're safe now, we have him in custody and he can never hurt anyone ever again." You let out a breath that you didn't know you had been holding.

"I'm so sorry," You were crying "I forgot you, I'm so sorry. He made everything go away but the water I'm sorry that I forgot you."

"It's okay, it's okay, you didn't do anything wrong, you were trying to stay alive." He stroked your hair and held your hands gently "He tortured you, when Hankel tortured me all I could think about were the drugs and the pain, you didn't do anything wrong, you survived."

"I survived?"

"Yes."

"Can I tell you something?" You chuckled, your tears had stopped but it was still wet on your face.

"Anything."

"I thought you were an angel when you saved, and now I realize that you weren't my angel, it wasn't magic, and it wasn't godly." Spencer looks puzzled, and you paused to take a deep and painful breath "It was the fact that I am so deeply in love with you, that seeing you love me back felt like heaven.

Spencer stares at you, his mouth closed and his mouth on the floor "You don't have to say anything, just know that-"

His lips are on yours before you can finish your sentence. For a moment you forget about the pain in your throat, the burn in your lungs, and the agony all over your body; it was just Spencer.

You pulled away for breath, your breaths dancing with each other.

"I was so scared" he whimpered in fear.

You stroked his hair gently "I was more terrified than I had ever been. I was so horrified that I would wake up tomorrow and my reason for living would be dead. I was more scared than I had been when I thought my dad killed a kid, I was more scared than when Hankel tortured me, I was more scared when I realized that I loved drugs more than my own life.

"You were the person that held my hand when I was hurting so bad I would forget to breathe, and then you weren't here because you were the person in pain and I realized that I loved you because nothing hurt me more than the fear that I could lose the one thing in the world that made me feel okay."

He takes a deep breath and looks at you as deeply in your eyes as you thought could ever be possible. "I love you too, and I promise you I'll never let you go."

His lips meet yours, and through a kiss, you whisper "I'll never forget you again"

And you knew that you had Spencer and everything is going to be okay.

~~

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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 20] FINAL

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, sex toys, shibari, dom!seungcheol, dirty talk, overstimulation/forced orgasms, squirting, degradation, name calling, daddy!kink, gags! 😍💕 ✨HAPPY NEW YEAR!!✨ Here’s to more fun fics in 2021! I can’t believe this is our last chapter though omg 😭 It’s been suuuuch a journey and a privilege to write this little series out! I’ve honestly thought about a camgirl/boy series for like, over a year now, and I’m glad I finally did it! I completed one of my goals! 🥺💕 2020 was definitely a wild one, but I want to thank you all so fuckin’ much for supporting me and stickin’ it out with me all year! Here’s to more in the coming year!💕 Also I was proofreading this at the dining table last night thinking my roommate wouldn’t come out of their room but they did(while I was making dinner and my hands were dirty so I couldnt close my laptop ☠️) and they walked past my laptop and now I’m convinced they saw my fucking smut fic right in the open so yes my little mini-break next week is MUCH needed cause I am ✨embarrassed✨ 🤣 I’ll still do my inbox roundup tomorrow and probably answer a bunch of small thirst posts ‘n stuff throughout the week but there won’t be any drabbles! For now, enjoy chapter 20 🥺, have a safe weekend, and remember that I love you~ ❤️🍒💕

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Seungcheol wakes up much earlier than you do the next morning; pressing a kiss to your forehead as you groan and snuggle deeper into your pillow.

“Baby, I need to go run some errands for a little bit, okay? Just keep sleeping, you don’t need to get up yet. But, I made breakfast and put it in the microwave for you when you decide to get up later.”

His voice is muffled and you can barely understand what he’s saying but you nod; a soft sigh on your lips when you drift back into dreamland. He takes his time getting ready, checking his phone notifications as he gets dressed and places a note on the nightstand knowing that you didn’t catch a single word he said.

‘Hey, did you get everything I asked for?’

Jimin���🏻: of course, who do you think I am? Jeongguk?

Jimin🧍🏻: and btw, i’m just giving you a crash course okay? We don’t really have a ton of time

Jimin🧍🏻: did you watch those tutorial videos I sent you?

‘Yeah, I did some practice on my breaks, but I guess you can tell me if I’m doing anything wrong.’

Jimin🧍🏻: okee, i’ll be waiting. Don’t get here too late!

‘I’ll be otw soon. Thanks again, Jimin.’

“Ow--damn, okay, you don’t need to tug on it so much!”

“Sorry, I’ll be careful! And why are we practicing on you anyway?! Couldn’t you just have shown me pictures or something?”

“How else will you learn if not on an actual body? It doesn’t work the same way, Seungcheol.” Jimin pauses, checking himself in the mirror. “Also, keep in mind she does have boobs so just… go slow, okay? It’s not gonna sit like this on her.”

Seungcheol blushes a crimson red; biting the inside of his cheek at how amateur he was at this.

“Okay…”

Seungcheol is gone for a lot longer than you anticipate and although he replies quickly to your texts, you can’t help but be curious about where he’d gone and what he was doing.

Especially knowing that the two of you had to film tonight and knowing that everything was up to Seungcheol.

A shiver rolls down your body at the thought and you quickly try to shake off the nerves that seem to slowly invade your body when your mind starts to wander.

“It’ll be fine, I’m sure…”

“I’m home!”

“Where have you--oh, that’s… a b-big box? Um, should I be concerned...”

Seungcheol grins, shrugging as he sets it onto the kitchen counter. “Just some supplies for tonight. I had to go pick them up from a friend but I had to make sure everything was right.” He notices the way you can’t seem to take your eyes off of the box; eyes twinkling when he makes his way towards you.

He tilts your head up to meet his in a searing kiss, lips easing into a smile when you wrap your arms around his neck and melt under his touch. You moan against his lips just before he pulls away; staring dreamily at him while his hands start to roam over your clothed body.

“We have a long night ahead of us, sweetheart. Let’s pamper you a little before then, hmm?”

j__min: ??? where’s the loverboy

j__min has donated $200

angelhan has donated $75

therealchan99 has donated $50

xcaliburDK has donated $75

xcaliburDK: is that the sybian? Haven’t seen that in a looong while

You bite your lip and nod, somewhat shy as you sit alone in front of the camera. “Seungcheol’s still… setting up but he told me to start! I’m a little nervous, to be honest…” Your eyes flit to Seungcheol who rummages through the box in the kitchen and from the angle you’re sat in, you can’t see a single thing he takes out.

Earlier, he’d cooked you your favorite meal and even took the time to give you a full body massage before the two of you cuddled on the sofa and watched a movie. To you, it seemed a little too suspiciously tame and you only found yourself more nervous when he made you drink two glasses of water and ever so quietly announced it was time to start getting ready for the camshow.

“He’s being so suspicious! He was even gone for a few hours earlier today…” You mumble; brows furrowed at the camera before checking the comments.

It still amazed you every time with how much money you and Seungcheol made from the camshows and videos and it made you feel even better knowing that everyone loved the chemistry the two of you had together. There were a lot of video requests and ideas mixed in with the comments at any given time and you were definitely ready to pitch some to Seungcheol now that you’d rebranded your channel to be a couple’s channel instead.

“Almost done, sweetheart!”

gc__koo: he told me to watch cuz he was being suspicious with me too 

gc__koo has donated $50

alphagyu97: what is he even plotting

alphagyu97: i am excited to see the sybian again tho ngl

artist8hao: pretty baby gonna squirt for us again?

universe_WZ: hell fuckin yea let us see how fuckin wrecked you get on that machine

You feel your pussy clench around emptiness at their comments; already feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter with the anticipation.

Movement out of the corner of your eye catches your attention and Seungcheol walks towards the bed with a wide smile and the same box in hand. “Ready?” You can only nod back slowly, watching as he dumps the contents of the box right next to your body.

gc__koo: oy

chwenon: oh shit

sleepy_wonu: oh baby, you’re in for it now

sleepy_wonu has donated $100

Your entire body fills with warmth as you look over the various objects; unsure of where to really look first. “I, um--”

A stack of red ropes sits next to a small bullet vibrator that sits next to a ball gag that sits next to a pair of EMT shears and your eyes immediately flit up to Seungcheol who only smirks back at your shocked expression. “I had some other toys I wanted to use but I figured I should go easy on you, y’know? Since you showed me some mercy last night.”

Nodding, you reach out towards the ropes, touching them shyly. “Why red?”

“Thought they’d be on theme for you, babygirl.”

Seungcheol takes his time; remembering Jimin’s words when he tugs the ropes around your wrists.

“Colour, babygirl?”

“G-green… daddy…”

He nods, sitting up on his knees behind you as you sit on the sybian and face the camera. You bite your lip, somewhat embarrassed that you were already soaking the toy underneath you as Seungcheol worked to bind your arms behind you.

“D--daddy, where did you l-learn this?” You whisper, somewhat curious if this had anything to do with why he was gone for so long earlier in the day.

“Mm, daddy’s friend Jimin was kind enough to help me get the tools and teach me a few tricks to make sure I kept my babygirl safe. Wasn’t that kind of him?” You nod gently, gulping when you shift atop the machine slightly in hopes of relieving some of the growing sexual tension in your body. “Why don’t you thank him properly, sweetheart?”

Your hazy eyes make eye contact with the camera, head tilted slightly. “T-thank you, J-Jimin… for--for helping daddy…”

j__min: omg a shoutout ive made it

kitty_junjun: we never thought we’d see the day

tangerine_kwan: and here we all thought you were gonna be the bad guy huh

hoshi_tiger_xx: like when u only see previews of the book online but the rest of it is different ykwim

Seungcheol makes sure your arms are bound snug enough but not too tight; leaning away slightly to admire his rope work. “Feeling okay so far, babygirl?”

Nodding, you whine back slightly. “Y-yes, daddy… But… my--my pussy wants s-something…” He laughs in return, readjusting so that he’s sitting on your side this time to give himself easier access to start the rest of the bindings.

“Is that so? You’re gonna have to be a little more patient this time ‘cause daddy’s not done yet.” He starts working on the rest of the harness; going slow and checking in with you often to make sure none of the ropes were digging into your skin or making you uncomfortable. “You’ll have to forgive me a little though, I’m admittedly a ‘lil inexperienced so our pretty babygirl is only going to be tied up in this pretty harness for tonight.”

gentleman_josh95: the fact u even took the time to learn just for her

gentleman_josh95 has donated $100

artist8hao: seriously, the dedication

kitty_junjun: we stan a man who knows safety and etiquette 

Comments of reassurance and donations flood in at Seungcheol’s small apology and although the two of you are in your own world; you can tell from just the amount of pings coming from your laptop that they all seemed to be encouraging him.

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence as Seungcheol continues to move around you on the bed to finish the harness and a smile graces his lips when he starts to secure the last knots in the back. He can’t help but mentally pat himself on the back at how neatly he’d done it for his first time.

“There. All done, baby.”

Your eyes flit to the laptop’s screen to see yourself; cheeks hot when you see how fucked out you already look and he hadn’t even touched you properly or turned on the machine.

The star harness Seungcheol had tied looks pretty with red ropes and you can’t hide your smile at how good it looks on you too either. “Ah, daddy made it really p-pretty… Thank you.”

This time, Seungcheol nods, letting you admire yourself as he silently reaches for the small remote for the sybian, switching it on.

Your entire body lurches forward as soon as the vibrations attack your clit and you immediately find yourself moaning and grinding down onto the machine as he gives you some relief.  

“You’re welcome, babygirl. Now let’s really have some fun, huh?”

You need to cum.

Badly.

“Awww, is my pretty baby drooling? Does it feel that good on your sensitive ‘lil clit?” He teases, smoothing down your hair as you cry around the ball gag in your mouth; drool seeping out from the side of your lips when he raises the vibrations a setting higher.

You don’t know how many times he’d played with the settings and edged you by now, but all you do know is that the urge to cum only grows stronger as you grind against the machine, soaking it with your wetness as you chase the pleasure building up in your body again.  

Surely cumming was okay, right? He never said you couldn’t.

You whimper around the ball gag, eyes fluttering shut when the tension in your body snaps in the blink of an eye and your thighs clamp down onto the sides of the machine. Throwing your head back, you moan against the gag and ride out your high as Seungcheol watches you from the side.

“Mm, bet that felt good, huh? But I know you want something in that greedy ‘lil cunt of yours, don’t you? You want daddy’s cock slamming into your tight ‘lil hole ‘til it’s full of my cum, right, sweetheart?” He licks his lips, turning off the sybian as you slump forward.

universe_WZ: shit shes so sensitive

chwenon: especially with her arms bound like that i bet she’s on cloud nine rn

gentleman_josh95: her cute lil head is probably all fuzzy already from all the sensations

therealchan99 has donated $100

gc__koo has donated $75

j__min has donated $150

All you can do is whimper and nod; teary eyes blinking back at Seungcheol as he smirks and leans in towards you.

“Mmm, you’ll get what you want eventually. But for now, you’re gonna cum again.”

He turns the sybian back on, licking his lips when he sees your body tensing again. It was always easier to get you to cum a second time and his point is proven when you mewl around the ball gag a few minutes later; chest heaving in stuttered breaths as you try to shy away from the toy still vibrating against your overly sensitive clit when you’re quickly thrown into another orgasm.

“You always cum for daddy so easily, don’t you, babygirl?”

Your head feels fuzzy after already cumming twice in such a short span of time but you nod, head lolling to the side as Seungcheol finally turns the sybian off for good.

Seungcheol gives you a second to catch your breath before he’s scooting in and fiddling with the clasps at the back of your head to take the ball gag off.

A thread of saliva connects your lips to the gag and you whimper at how good it feels to be able to actually speak again. “D-daddy…” Drool drips from your mouth as your lead lolls forward and Seungcheol is quick to bring a hand up to keep your head up as he looks into your lust filled eyes.

“Colour, sweetheart?”

“Still g-green…” He nods back, checking to make sure none of the ropes had shifted. “Would you like some water before we continue, baby?”

“Yes, daddy…”

He fetches you a glass of water, tilting it against your lips as you down the entire glass and you find yourself a little surprised at how needed it was. “Thank you, d-daddy…”

“You’re welcome, babygirl. Ready to keep going?”

You nod, a little bit more energized. “I hope everyone, mmh, l-likes the show so f-far~” Your teary vision prevents you from reading the comments and before you can even make an effort to, Seungcheol is already helping you off of the machine and helping you sit on the bed across from him.

alphagyu97: ugh she looks so fucking good in that harness

angelhan: right? That shade of red looks so good against her skin too

angelhan: so fuckin pretty

tangerine_kwan: pics for the private room later? Plz i beg

Seungcheol takes this time to take off his boxer briefs, cock curving up against his abdomen when he’s fully naked across from you. He wraps a hand around his cock, moaning and spreading the precum down his shaft as you watch. “D’you want this, baby?”

Your lips fall open in a silent moan as you watch Seungcheol jerk himself off and you can’t help but squirm. “Y-yes…”

“Tell me exactly what you want then. Let them hear what a filthy little slut you are for me.” You can’t help but feel miserably empty watching him and despite having already cum twice, you want his cock fucking you open and making you cum again.

“I--I--”

“Yes, babygirl?”

“I, ngh, I want d-daddy’s cock… Please? Ah, I--I wanna feel you fucking my--my pussy into the, mmh, s-shape of your c-cock… And I w-want you to c-cum inside my--my slutty little h-hole…”

Seungcheol scoffs, hips shallowly thrusting up into his enclosed fist. “That’s right. You’re just my slutty ‘lil babygirl that lets me use all her tight holes how I please, right? You like it when I cum down your throat and in your pretty ‘lil ass. But we all know you like it best when I cum in your hot ‘lil cunt. Makes you feel all warm and full, doesn’t it? You like it when my cum is dripping out of your spent cunt and sliding down your shaky thighs.” This time you nod furiously as you whine back in response.

“P-please… Can’t wait any--anymore!”

This time, the impatience takes over as you slightly tug on the ropes; whining when they don’t give. “Daddy!”

And this time, he gives in quicker than he anticipates, growling as he reaches for the EMT shears to cut you from the harness. “Don’t let your arms down, no matter how much you want to. You’re going to strain your arms if you move too fast so let me handle it, okay, sweetheart?”

The sudden gentleness in his voice has a giddy warmth pouring over you as you nod and sit still while he cuts at various points of the harness to make the ropes fall loose around your arms and chest. You keep your arms in the same position like he requested and you soon feel his hands roaming your skin and massaging your arms to get the blood flowing again.

“You’re so good for me, baby.” He whispers against your hair, leaning down to kiss your shoulder before he slowly easing your arms down from being folded behind your back.

He continues to massage your arms for a few more minutes before it’s you that’s getting impatient. “Daddy… Can you fuck me now?” Whispering, you slightly turn your body to the side to meet his gentle stare.

Seungcheol laughs under his breath, nodding. “Lay on your back for me, legs spread.”

You follow his orders as you quickly scramble to get into position; legs spread wide for him to situate himself between.

“Mm, your pussy is still so fuckin’ wet. I wanna taste you on my tongue, baby.” Whines spill from your lips as you shake your head ‘no.’

“No! My p-pussy feels empty, I need y-your cock, daddy… ‘n I’m so wet, you can probably, ah, just s-slide your cock in…”

He wraps a hand around his cock just as you wrap your legs around his waist and he guides himself until the head of his cock is right at your entrance.

Neither of you say a word as he slowly starts to sink his cock in; guttural moans on his lips when he meets no resistance and bottoms out in a singular thrust. “Holy fuck, your cunt is so fuckin’ wet. Shit, and so t-tight!” You clench around him, already feeling good with his cock inside of you as you beg him to fuck you hard and fast.

“Ngh, p-please fuck me like--like I’m your, hah, c-cocksleeve… I want it f-fast, daddy!”

He grits his teeth at your words; drawing his hips back before snapping them into you just how you wanted. “Fast, hmm? All you think about in that pretty head of yours is my cock pounding you open, huh? Slamming into you so fuckin’ good, it makes your toes curl when you cum.”

Seungcheol starts a quick pace, already feeling the pleasure building up for himself when you’re reduced to garbled noises and broken cries of his name. The heels of your feet dig into the small of his back as you try to press him in closer and he’s quick to reach for the small bullet vibrator left on the bed next to your body.

“Your body is so fuckin’ sensitive, I can already feel how tight you’re getting around me. So fuckin’ greedy to cum too. Already came twice and you still want more. You’re not satisfied until your whole body is shaking underneath me, huh, sweetheart?” He turns the small toy on, pressing it to your clit as you yelp and let out choked sobs.

“Ah, ngh, d-daddy, my--my clit’s t-too sen--sensitive! I--I can’t--!” Squirming, you feel the pressure building up obscenely quick; bottom lip quivering when he takes one of your free hands and makes you hold the toy to your swollen clit.

“Just a little more, sweetheart. Don’t you wanna cum?”

He angles his thrusts to graze against your g-spot and loud cries of his name leave your lips in a hurried, jumbled mess when he only doubles his pace.

The sound of donations and comments pour in like water and get lost within the ringing in your ears; unable to even warn Seungcheol that you’re about to cum when you feel your entire body starting to lock up underneath him.

Your lips part in a silent scream and your back bows off of the bed, thighs shaking uncontrollably as you cum for the third time. Seungcheol growls, fucking you through it as you squirt all over his lower half.  He finds it harder and harder to thrust into you as you cum, but he feels himself quickly following suit with your warm walls fluttering around his cock.

“Fuck, baby, that’s right. Squirt for me, get me fuckin’ soaked while you cum.” He uses a free hand to make sure you keep the toy pressed to your clit, growling when he starts to unload his cum inside of you. “Mmh, gonna fill your cunt up with what you want, baby.”

A shaky moan leaves your lips as you feel him throbbing inside your pussy; walls clamped down onto him in a vice grip as you ride out the remnants of your orgasm.

“Ah, d-daddy’s cumming suh--so much inside of my p-pussy…”

Whining, you feel Seungcheol’s grip on your hand give way as he rides out his pleasure and you take the opportunity to turn off the small bullet vibrator while he doesn’t notice.

You watch his face contort in pleasure, hips still shallowly thrusting into you as his entire body shivers above you.

“D-daddy’s so h-handsome...” You mumble, cheeks hot when he cracks a smile through the pleasure wracking his body and chuckles under his breath. 

“Thank you, babygirl.” 

After you end the show, Seungcheol makes sure to cuddle with you on the bed for a little while longer.

“One more glass of water, baby.” You whine in response, pouting up at him before he gets up from the soaked sheets. 

“But I already had a glass! If you have a piss kink just say so, ‘Cheol!”

He lets out a boisterous laugh at your comment, trudging back to the bed from the kitchen with another glass of water for you. “You need to be hydrated, sweetheart. You came three times and we played a little more rough today. I just wanna make sure you’re okay.” 

“Fine, but you didn’t deny my comment.” You snarkily reply, taking the glass from him as you down the water. 

“Don’t make me have to punish you again! I’ll have you know I still need to get you all washed up and change the bed--”

A faint pinging has the two of you turning to the laptop; still on your camming homepage from where you’d checked the revenues from tonight’s show. 

A small [1] sits above your inbox and Seungcheol is quick to turn to you with an eyebrow raised. “I thought you turned off the messaging system on your profile?” 

You tilt your head in confusion, handing him the emptied glass. “I did. The only messages I should get are from, like, the actual system admins or other creator accounts which, I haven’t received any ‘til... now, I guess?”

Seungcheol sets the glass down onto the nightstand before he takes a seat next to you, dragging the laptop closer as you go to check the notification. 

“’Love&Letter Films’? Aren’t they one of the biggest adult film companies?” Mumbling, you click on the message, giving yourself and Seungcheol a second to process the message that stares back at you; a shocked smile on your lips.

‘Hello!

I hope this message finds Cherry and Seungcheol well. 

We, at ‘Love&Letter Films’, have really enjoyed the shows and videos from your channel throughout the years and we really have enjoyed watching the growth of your channel and the addition of Seungcheol to it. The dynamics between the two of you are rare in this industry and we’ve yet to see anyone like the two of you in this market. 

The shows from the last two nights have proven that the two of you have the right kind of chemistry to film together for bigger productions and we would love to hire you for a few film productions we have planned in the upcoming weeks as a feeler. Of course, all expenses paid by us if you would kindly take our offer. 

We love the various scenes and roles that the two of you take on with ease and we would love to help propel your careers forward, should you pursue a career in the adult entertainment industry. 

Please don’t hesitate to contact me as I’ve listed my contact information below. I’m excited to hear from the two of you and hope to work with you in the future on many projects.

Respectfully, 

Kwon Soonyoung, L&L FILMS CEO’

[gibbyisbatman]

Three’s Company

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, Steve Rogers X Fem!Reader

18+

Warnings: smut, threesome, oral sex (male and female receiving), fingering, dirty talk, double penetration, swallowing, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it)

  Two bodies sit together on a deep seated sofa, legs crossed and engrossed in conversation. The topic being something taboo and a bit hard to bring up, but there was no sliver of embarrassment or shame between words. A simple couple communicating their thoughts and ideas about a not-so-simple act that wanted to be added to their bedroom life. That idea being one that will either be loved or hated, there is not much room in the middle. This idea is to add another body to the mix, allowing them entry into the hot and heavy atmosphere that swirls around with the intoxicating smell of sweat and arousal.

"Are you sure that you are okay with this idea, Bucky?" Y/N asked, searching his eyes for any sign of doubt. The smirk on his lips never faltered, his presence exuding confidence. His hands wraps themselves around Y/N's, squeezing gently. "Of course, I'm okay with this. I wouldn't agree if I wasn't. This is something that I want too. Now the question is, who?" A bright smile spreads across Y/N's face as she speaks, "Um. I was thinking about Stevie."

  Days had passed since Y/N's conversation with Bucky about having a threesome with Steve. Anxiety picked at the back of her skull as she waited impatiently for an answer from either man. Had Steve been freaked out by the proposal? Did Bucky change his mind about having another man touch his girl so intimately? There were many questions that swirled in her thoughts, until her phone buzzed like clockwork. A message from Bucky popped up on the screen and it read, "He said yes! Tonight! Do what you need to doll! Love you!"

Y/N heads to her bathroom with a pep in her step. She decides to take a hot shower, scrubbing her body with a delicious wash. After finishing the shower and drying off, Y/N applies a touch of makeup and smiles at her appearance. In the bedroom, she fishes out a simple, yet sexy matching set of black lace. All dolled up for herself and the men of the night, Y/N wraps her body in a small silk robe to wait.

  Bucky can be heard unlocking the door to the apartment quickly, ready for what the night has in store. Steve shuffles in after, cheeks colored with a tinge of pink as his eyes scan the area. Both men perk up immediately at the sound of footsteps, Y/N's to be exact. She stands  in the doorway, leaning against the wooden frame. "Hi boys! Nice to see you two!" She exclaims. The boyfriend makes his way to the beautiful girl, greeting her with a short, but passionate kiss. "Look at you, doll! You dressed up for some special occasion?”  Lust already brewing in Bucky's voice, "Why don't you go greet our guest."

America's Golden Boy meets Y/N halfway, waiting for her to make the first move. Her soft hands glide up his bicep with a squeeze and a smile. "It's nice to see you, Stevie. Not to be rude, but can we skip past all of the small talk and pleasantries? We all know what's happening." Y/N says almost innocently, batting her lashes at one half of the super soldier population. Bucky runs his hands down her back and to her hips, resting them there. "Someone is eager, huh, babygirl?" The men share a look before Bucky continues, "Let's set some ground rules, shall we?" With the nod of the other two parties, he pipes up once more. "If anyone says to stop, you stop immediately. Steve, you will not cum in her pretty pussy, no matter how good she feels. And her ass is off limits." Bucky states in a gruff, demanding tone.

He looks to you and then to Steve, silently observing if there were any silent objections. "Both of you need to use your words." In an instant, both Y/N and the Captain voice their agreement, understanding the rules that were just put into place. "Good, now let's take this to the bedroom and get started." Sergeant Barnes orders, pinching Y/N's ass and making her squeal. All three bodies shuffle into the candle lit bedroom, the men kicking off shoes and shrugging off clothing with each step forward.

Y/N is quickly pinned between two hot bodies, Bucky's mouth working against her own as Steve places wet, open-mouthed kisses down her jaw and neck. A small whimper falls from her mouth, only to be swallowed down by Bucky. The robe is untied by determined fingers and thrown carelessly in a corner, offering more exposed skin to be sucked, nipped and caressed. Warm hands unhooked the clasp of the bra, tossing it aside, before roughly kneading the flesh of supple breasts. A broken moan rips from her throat as she tried to press into the hands further.

Within seconds, Y/N is thrown onto the bed and her panties tore from her body. "Mmm. Look at my beautiful girl, sprawled out and soaked for us." Bucky growled, licking his swollen lips. Steve situates himself on the bed, mesmerized by the body in front of him that was wrecked with anticipation. "Go ahead, man. I know you want to dig in." Bucky chuckles darkly, watching as his best friend and co-worker looks to his girl for further consent and dives directly into her intoxicating heat once he does. Y/N's face contorts with pleasure as Steve's lips latch around her bundle of nerves and flicks his tongue relentlessly.

Bucky levels his hard length at his girl's mouth, tapping the tip against her lips twice signaling for her to take him in. She immediately opens up, sucking the swollen tip in her hot mouth with a moan. "That's right, doll, take my cock like a good girl. You like this don't you? Sucking me off while little Stevie eats your pussy." His words mix with the already overwhelming  pleasure coming from Steve's mouth and fingers and the heavy feeling of his cock moving in her mouth, cause her eyes to roll back. The Captain pulls away, chin and lips shiny with arousal, "You taste so good. I could stay here all day and night." He moans as he dives back in, the vibrations send shock-waves throughout her body. Bucky's cock still assaults Y/N's throat, using her mouth how he wishes, he groans loudly before pulling out. He watches as several quick flicks of Steve’s tongue throws her over the edge, leaving Y/N panting and shaking under the large man situated over her lower half.

"Fuck! That was one of the hottest things I've ever seen" Bucky hisses with steady strokes of his cock, watching you come down from your first orgasm as Steve licks his lips clean. "Taste yourself, sweetheart." Stevie mutters, lust dripping from his words as he offers his slick fingers for Y/N to suck clean. She eagerly does so, not stopping until the taste of herself is free from his digits.

Y/N is flipped onto her hands and knees, Bucky fitting his body behind her and Steve at her front. A shiver runs down her spine, ready for whatever, or whoever, comes next. Her eyes lock onto the blonde man's leaking length, licking her lips with want. "Suck him off, babygirl. He was so good to you, now make him cum. Ugh! I'm gonna fuck you hard while you use your dirty mouth on my buddy." Bucky hisses through grit teeth, his hand tugging hard on the head of hair in front of him.

Giving Y/N no time to adjust, Bucky slams into her wet heat and stays buried to the hilt until Steve's cock was hitting the back of her throat. Bucky pulls out slowly, Steve follows after, setting a teasing pace for the woman between them. A small hand reached up to fondle and play with the blue-eyed blonde's heavy balls, only adding to the stimulating pleasure he was feeling. Both men thrust harder and deeper; pulling moans, grunts and the sounds of lewd wetness from all three of them. Bucky's vibranium hand snakes around to rub tight circles around Y/N's clit to bring her closer to orgasm as his rapidly approached. Y/N could feel both Bucky and Steve's  thrusts lose their rhythm after some time as they got closer and closer to finishing. Her orgasm rushes over her whole being with white hot pleasure.

"Pull out! Don't cum yet!" The older man barked out. Steve thrusts stalled and he pulled his still very hard member out from Y/N's mouth with a whimper. Bucky pulls out seconds later with a grunt, making Y/N let out a pathetic whine from loss of contact. The large men switch places and wait for a few moments, their needy cocks ready to fill wanting holes. "You better not cum in her, punk." Bucky growls, reminding the other two bodies who was in charge. Steve nodded without so much as a grumble, knowing the terms that were clearly laid out before anything began.

Both men slid home in unison, creating a chorus of sweet moans that sang out in the sex soiled room. There was no slow pace or steady strokes. It was fast and hard right out the gate. The harsh thrusts of one man pushed Y/N's body onto the other, back and forth, over and over again. 

Steve angled his hips just right to hit Y/N's g-spot every time he drove his long member into her quivering heat. The whimpers and moans that long to be released from deep inside  Y/N are intercepted by Bucky's girthy member that slide along the girl's wet tongue. The soft vibrations only adding to his pleasure as he continues to fuck Y/N’s face, the sensation making his balls tighten.  Steve's thrusts get sloppy as his large hand snakes around to rub Y/N's swollen clit fast and hard in the hopes of bringing her to another orgasm.

The super soldiers cum shortly after one another. Y/N falls over the edge, her whole body threatening to collapse into a boneless pile in the middle. Bucky jerks and grunts, spilling rope after rope of sticky cum down Y/N's throat, forcing her to swallow it down quickly. Steve cums seconds later, pulling out just in time to shoot his load across Y/N's lower back and ass.

  The three fucked out bodies lay there for quite some time, trying to recover enough to move. Y/N eventually drifts off to sleep after Bucky wipes her down and covers her up. Both men smile at the woman, content with the events that took place. "Thanks for inviting me in on this, man. I know it's a big deal for you both. Just remember me if you two want to try this again." Steve says, his hand patting Bucky on the shoulder.

[seokra]

IF YOU LET ME... | PART 4 (JJK)

Series: If You Let Me

Pairings: Jungkook x Female!Reader, Hoseok x Female!Reader

Genre: Smut, Dash of Fluff, Sprinkling of Angst, FWB

Word Count: 1865

WARNING: Protected sex, oral sex (male receiving), multiple orgasms, soft!Dom Hobi, overstimulation, choking kink.

A/N: So this part is all Hoseok and Reader. A little more insight on their little friends with benefits dynamic I guess. I was supposed to upload this earlier but had to make some last minute changes (because I’m a perfectionist and over analyze every little detail). Anyways... Here is Part 4! I hope you guys enjoy it 😊

You stare at your phone screen, rereading his text message over and over again, contemplating if you should go see him. It’s been a while since you last saw him. After his date, he hadn’t hit you up, so you figured he wasn’t interested in seeing you anymore. You’ve spent the days in a panic wondering if he was going to end things with you. So what does this mean? He misses you? Does it mean things didn’t go well with… whatever that girl’s name was? Does this mean you still have a chance? You take a deep breath and reply back with an “okay,” and just like that, you find yourself at Hoseok’s door.

He greets you with a dazzling smile. He pulls you in for an embrace as he shuts the door.

“God, I’ve missed you,” he breathes.

“Did you really?” You ask, pulling away from him. He cups your face and plants a gentle kiss onto your lips.

“If I didn’t would I have called you over?” he counters. But before you could say anything, his lips are on yours again. Hoseok presses you against the door, deepening the kiss. He licks the seam of your mouth for entry, and you allow him access. He chases your tongue with his own. Oh how you’ve missed the feeling of his lips on yours… His hands slide from your hips down to your ass, grabbing a good handful of your flesh before moving lower to hook on to your thighs, lifting you up against the door. You wrap your legs easily around his waist, your arms encircling around his shoulders for support. He plants wet, open-mouthed kisses down your neck and you gasp. His lips connect with yours again as he moves you off the door and carries you to his room.

He lays you down on his bed and removes his shirt. He hovers over you and kisses you gently as his fingers hook on to your leggings, pulling them off along with your panties, leaving you bare for him.

“Come here,” he beckons you, standing at the edge of the bed. You sit up and crawl over to him. “Take them off for me,” he commands, looking down at his jeans. Your mouth waters as you see his erection straining against the stiff denim fabric. Your fingers quickly undo the buttons and you pull his jeans and boxers down to his knees, letting his member spring free. You immediately grab on to the base of his cock as you lean forward to leave teasing licks at the tip. You look up to meet his lust-filled eyes as your mouth encloses around the bulbous tip, gently sucking, making him hiss from the warmth of your mouth. You slowly twirl your tongue around the head before you inch lower and lower until he’s hitting the back of your throat, making you gag.

“Fuck, Peaches, you take my dick so well,” he praises you, hands finding your hair to guide you at a steady pace. You’re slobbering and choking from how deep he’s pushing himself into your mouth, but you love every bit of it. You hollow out your cheeks as you pull up on his cock and flatten your tongue when you lower yourself. He’s a moaning mess, not even trying to hold back his pleasure. Your hand starts to massage his balls as you continue to deep throat him and you feel his cock twitch on your tongue.

“Shit, Y/N, if you do that I’m going to come,” he whines. So, you speed up your pace and suck a little harder. A low growl erupts from his chest as he yanks your head off of him by your hair.

“As much as I’d love to watch you swallow my come, I really wanna bury myself inside that pretty little pussy of yours,” he pants. His words ignite a fire in your lower belly, causing your walls to involuntarily clench together. “Would you like that, Peaches?” he questions, wiping some of your drool off your chin with his thumb. All you could do was nod, so he grips your jaw tighter. “I can’t hear you, Peaches.”

“Yes, please, fuck my pussy,” you beg, desperate to feel him stretch your walls.

“Good, girl. Now take off your shirt and lay back.”

You obey, quickly discarding your shirt and bra. Hoseok steps out of his jeans and grabs a condom from his nightstand as you lay back onto the bed. Once he’s slid the latex on, he grabs a hold of your legs, pulling your body closer to the edge of the bed. He sets your legs on his shoulders before aligning himself with your entrance.

“Tell me how much you’ve missed my cock,” he demands.

“I missed your cock so m-Ah!” you moan out as he roughly splits you open.

“Ah fuck, you feel so good, Y/N,” he hisses as he begins to fucks you hard.

“Fuck! Hobi!” you scream out in pleasure.

“You like that?”

“Yes! Yes! That feels amazing!”

“Good, girl.” He leans over you and captures your lips in a rough kiss as he dives into you deeper. You whimper into his mouth, feeling him in your stomach. “Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he repeats against your lips. Your heart swells upon hearing his words while butterflies erupt inside of you. Your hands grab onto his face, keeping him close to you as you deepen the kiss. He drops your legs from his shoulders and you immediately wrap them around his waist. His thrusts slow down as his tongue twists with yours. Your fingers tangle in his dark locks, while you meet his thrusts with a lift of your hips.

You feel your orgasm approaching, causing your legs to tighten around his waist. Hoseok lifts up for better leverage as he increases his speed again. One hand travels between the two of you to rub figure eights around your clit, while the other one wraps around your throat, squeezing with enough pressure to make your eyes roll back.

“Hobi-Ah!” you gasp as your orgasm washes over you, walls convulsing around him, body trembling.

“That’s it, come for me, Peaches,” Hoseok encourages. Hoseok slows his movements as you ride out your euphoric high. He leans down and leaves gentle kisses along your neck. “That’s my girl,” he praises once your breathing steadies again. He plants a chaste kiss against your lips before flipping you over on all fours. He quickly enters you and fucks into you so roughly, you have to grip his sheets for leverage.

“Fuck! Hobi!” you cry out. He lifts his leg, hitting you deeper. Your face falls into the bed as you muffle your screams. He wraps his hand around your hair, pulling your head off the bed.

“Let me hear those pretty screams.” he growls.

Tears sting your eyes as he pounds into you harder. He spits into his hand before he makes contact with your clit again, rubbing rough circles. Your hand goes to remove his, but he doesn’t budge. “Hobi!” you scream out from the overstimulation.

“You can take it, babygirl,” he assures you. Hoseok grabs your arms and pulls you up against his chest. One hand grasps your breast while the other continues its ministrations with your clit. Hoseok licks a stripe from the base of your neck to below your ear, before he latches onto your earlobe with his teeth, and just like that the spring in your stomach snaps and you’re coming undone in his arms again, your body spasming while he holds on to you. He removes his hand from your clit as he grabs your chin, turning you to face him as he kisses you. Your body falls limp against him as you melt into his lips. You feel his hips stutter, signaling he’s coming, too. He holds you close until his cock falls limp and slides out of you. You’re breathless as you fall onto the bed. Hoseok slides the condom off of him and discards it in the garbage bin. He heads to the bathroom for a damp towel and returns to clean up the mess between your legs. Once he deems you clean he throws the towel towards his laundry hamper and climbs in next to you. He cuddles you from behind, leaving a trail of innocent kisses along your shoulders. You can’t help but let your heart fill with warmth and contentment as a smile forms on your face. You intertwine your fingers with his and drift to sleep, snug in his arms.

You’re the first to wake, as usual. You turn around in Hoseok’s arms to look at his sleeping face. You smile to yourself as you recall the events of last night. The way he kept telling you missed you and the gentle feel of his lips all over you. You lean up to plant a kiss onto the tip of his nose, making him scrunch his face. You giggle at him before you go in to leave a tender kiss on his lips.. He mumbles a little and rolls onto his back, still fast asleep. You take the opportunity to get up and get dressed. You gather your clothes that are scattered all over the floor. You sit down on the foot of his bed as you slip your shirt on. You’re just pulling your leggings back on when you hear Hoseok shuffle behind you.

“Hey,” Hoseok calls out to you, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Good morning,” you greet him with a sweet kiss on his lips. He gives you a smile as you pull away.

“What are you doing tonight?” he asks you.

“Can’t get enough of me, can you?” you tease him, quirking your eyebrow with a smirk.

“Actually,” he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck, “the guys and I are meeting up for some drinks. I’d like for you to join us.”

“Yeah, I’d love to! It’s been a while since I’ve seen the other boys,” you reply excitedly.

“Great! We’re going to that wings spot downtown. Namjoon doesn’t get off of work until 7:00 so we’ll be meeting up around then.”

“Okay!” You’re beaming. You couldn’t help the way your heart fluttered at his invite. Sure you’ve been friends with the guys for about two years now. Jimin being the one to introduce you to the crew. It shouldn’t mean much being invited to hang out with the guys, but coming from Hoseok?  It meant a lot to you because he was never the one to let you know about group outings. You always heard about them from Jimin or Jungkook. This gave you hope that maybe things are growing between the two of you. You giggled as Hoseok pulled you back into bed to cuddle with him a little longer. His excuse being that he was cold. You couldn’t help the content smile on your face when you feel his fingers trace lines up and down your spine, or the way your legs tangled up beneath the sheets. You nuzzled your face into his chest as you embraced this little moment with him.

[sailor-manga]

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long, and I’m really sorry if this isn’t the greatest. I just know quite a few of you have been waiting for it so I tried to finish it with little motivation I had left. ;u; I love you guys, hope you enjoy. Also, I know there is mention of a party in this fic, and it was just getting long already so if you guys want a part two where they go on their first.. official date [I guess?] Just let me know. 

This fic is meant for readers +18, if you are not +18, please go elsewhere.

Warnings: Smut, Swearing. 

Word Count: 5,397 words.

You hurt, you didn’t know what went wrong.. One second you were simply walking home from a friends house, next thing- You found yourself in a pile of rubble, trapping your leg and leaving you helpless. Letting out a loud cry, you would hear more smashing in the distance, as well as yelling- There was a fight breaking out and you were in the middle of it. You could see a flash of red, it was Red Riot, pinning down a hybrid looking human. Your eyes practically lit up! Red Riot was your favorite Pro Hero and you found yourself constantly swooning over the male on TV or on the internet. 

You were so giddy that he was here, you ALMOST forgot the fact that you leg was being crushed by a fucking piece of building, begging to be let out. You could feel blood dripping, and it did hurt- a lot, but thankfully nothing felt broken, the pain would be ten times worse. 

Glancing back down at your trapped limb, you would try to pull it out, only to get out a strained cry.. You were really in there. You never thought you’d see yourself in this type of situation, you always saw yourself as careful and aware of your surroundings, but this happened out of nowhere! 

You were quickly snapped from your thoughts when some landed next to you loudly. Flushing slightly you would turn your head, expecting to see Red Riot himself ready to save you- But instead you were met with angry looking eyes and spikey blonde hair. Furrowing a brow, you would look past the male to see if you could find Red Riot “Are you fucking blind?” he grunted annoyingly, which made you huff “W-Where is Red Riot?” you asked in a shaky tone, your body shifting uncomfortably on the pile of rocks “Listen you ungrateful bitch, I’m the one here to get you out of the stupid mess you stumbled into like a fucking idiot! Now hold still so I can blow these rocks off of you” he barked at her, vile coating every word. 

This was why you didn’t like Bakugou, he was rude, arrogant, and vulgar with a horribly explosive temper.. Every interview you saw with the Pro Hero, there was always some kind of situation. He put a bad taste in your mouth and now that you were formally meeting him, you knew exactly why. Feeling small against his words you would quiet down and he would quickly put his hand on the rock and with one swift CRACK, the large piece of stone would crumble, freeing your leg and allowing it to breathe. 

Looking at your leg now, you would visibly cringe hard . Your leg was peppered with cuts and already bruises as black as night. Reaching over, you would prod at one of the cuts which immediately began to ooze crimson. Before you could really collect yourself, you would feel a hand grip at your forearm and yank you to stand. Letting out a loud cry, you would fall into Bakugou, who would quickly catch you, holding your weight up effortlessly “What are you doing, dumb ass?” he yelled, which caused you to shoot a glare up at him “M-My leg, you fucking jerk!” you snapped back at him. 

Only for a second, would his face soften to a look of concern before letting out an annoyed grunt “I should have left you under there, now I have to fucking take you to the hospital” he growled. “I don’t want to go anywhere with you! I can take myself there, I just.. Need a moment to recoup” you’d mutter out with a frown. “Listen little girl, you’re talking to a God- and I don’t wanna hear your drama” he spat, quickly cupping your cheek and letting out a ‘tch’ sound “You busted your head too, that’s probably why you don’t realize that I just saved your fuckin’ ass” he grumbled before picking you up bridal style, causing you to cry out a little. 

“Fuck! You’re hurting me” you spat before the male would shoot you another death glare, making you shrink into his chest “Just shut the hell up and let me help you, dumb ass” he spat. Swallowing hard, you knew that you wouldn’t actually be able to make it to the hospital yourself. Wrapping one of your arms around his neck, the other would lift to inspect the gash that was on your head and oh boy.. There was definitely one there. You could feel a jagged cut that started from your hairline to your brow. 

“Don’t fucking touch it, idiot- It’s already filthy from the dirt” he barked, which caused you to jump a little “Can you just.. Shut up or be nice!” you yelled out, your face growing lightly rose from frustration. Bakugou would smirk and shrug his broad shoulders “Sorry babygirl.. Kindness isn’t my brand” he replied in a cocky tone, which caused you to huff and glance away from him. The hospital wasn’t that far, but you still didn’t know why the male was walking you there rather than calling the ambulance or even taking a taxi if he really wanted to do it himself. 

As he carried you though, you would idly drop your head onto his shoulder, which made him growl out a little bit “Hey, dumb ass” he said in a soft tone, his arms shaking you lightly “You need to stay awake, who knows if you got a concussion or not, idiot” he scoffed. Staring up at him through your lashes, you would frown some “I-..just hurt” you muttered out, which caused concern to fill his eyes “We’re almost there, okay? Talk to me or whatever.. Just don’t fucking pass out on me” he snapped quietly. 

Licking your lips, you would let out a soft sigh, which caused him to shake you a little again “Tell me why you were looking for my friend” he asked, his eyes glancing elsewhere. Feeling the lump in your throat, your cheeks would vividly ignite “I-.. I’ve always wanted to meet him, he seems so nice and gentle.. I’m a fan, to put it short..” you’d mutter out in a skittish tone. The male would roll his eyes “Of course you are, there’s nothing that great about shitty hair.. He wasn’t even the one who saved you” he grumbled, which caused you to frown even deeper. 

“It doesn’t matter! At least if he was the one who saved me- We’d be at the hospital by and and he’d be a hell of a lot nicer to me” you barked out softly, which didn’t get an answer from him. Looking down to avoid any sudden glare, you would feel a little guilty.. Yes, he was a fucking jerk- but he saved you.. You knew you should thank him, but for some reason, something was stopping you. 

Before you could really get up the courage to talk again, you could hear doors opening- You two were already there? You must have zoned out, lost in your impending thoughts. Bakugou would carefully set you in a wheelchair before telling some of the staff what happened, his hero costume sticking out like a sore thumb and causing bystanders to snap his photo and take little videos of him. 

“W-Wait, Bakugou” you said quickly, but the male waved his hand at you dismissively. Biting onto your lip, you were spun around in the chair by a nurse and quickly carried off to a room so you could get further examined. Now that all the excitement was away from you, and you didn’t have that stupid jerk barking at you every five seconds, the pain was really starting to kick in and a wave of exhaustion washed over you. You were in and out as the Doctor examined your battered leg. Luckily the rubble had only created some flesh wounds. The Doctor talked about simply cleaning the wounds, and putting some ice on it. 

When it came to your head though, you needed stitches.. Luckily there was no concussion, but the cut was pretty deep, it probably happened when you initially fell. Unfortunately you weren’t able to sleep through that, the stinging feeling as the male sewed the cut shut. 

Once he finished, you would let out a whimper.. Why.. did you miss that fucking jerk? Maybe it was guilt that you didn’t get to thank him or apologize, because he was right in calling you out on being ungrateful. “Alright [First and last name], we just wanna keep you overnight to make sure that head injury is okay. Is that alright with you?” the Doctor asked with a soothing smile. 

With a small nod, he would return it and collect his tools “Get some rest, you had a hard day” the male claimed quietly before exiting the room. 

That was the last thing on your mind though. Regardless of your body feeling absolutely exhausted, your mind was going insane.. You hurt so bad, you probably would have been there longer if Bakugou hadn't seen you. Growling out to yourself, you would cover your face with your hands and shift in bed, wincing out.. Broken bones or not- Those fucking bruises felt like little needles gutting into your beaten leg. 

Sooner or later, you had drifted off- well, barely.. You couldn’t get the explosive male out of her head. That had been the whole night, occasionally waking up from both the pain and him on your mind. It wasn’t until the sun started to shine through the window of the hospital room, and you would feel a hand on yours. “B-Bakugou?” you’d mutter out quickly, your eyes fluttering open to see not Bakugou- But Red Riot himself standing sitting there next to the bed. Your eyes would widen as he smiled cheerfully at you “Hey! Sorry.. Not Bakugou- But I heard you wanted to meet me” he mused, patting your hand, 

Your guilt immediately grew, you knew that Bakugou had told him, and the whole reason he was here was because of the blonde. 

Staring at the Pro Hero, wearing his sexy costume.. You weren’t enjoying the meeting as much now that you knew why he was here. Biting your lip, you would immediately let out a whimper and hang your head down your body tensing out as you felt a few tears start to stream down your cheeks. 

The red head immediately stood and placed his hands gently on your shoulders “H-Hey, are you okay? Hurting?” he asked quickly, his voice oozing with worry. Shaking your head, you would quickly wipe at your eyes “I-I’ve wanted to meet you for so long, and now you’re finally here.. And I can’t help but feel terrible because I was mean to Bakugou and didn’t thank him or apologize for saving me and being a bitch.. And he- he did this!” you’d claim out, trying to explain only further urging the tears out. 

Kirishima’s face would fall a little, into a frown “Hey now.. I’m sure he didn’t take it heart- I mean, he got me here didn’t he?” he said in a soothing tone. Your ears weren’t completely hearing his words though, looking up at him, he would offer a comforting smile before using his thumb to wipe away a few stray tears “You want to talk to him again, don’t you..” he asked quietly.

Eyeing the male you would hiccup quietly and nod “I-I’m so happy to meet you, but.. I need to do the right thing” you’d mutter out, which caused him to chuckle “Damn, here Bakugou said he found me a cute girl, but it seems she’s already grown a crush on someone else” he purred out before patting your shoulder “When are you discharged? I’ll take you to the hot head.. And you can fix things” he assured. 

You were still taken back by the male assuming you had a crush on that jerk, that wasn’t it- Was it? No! It couldn’t be.. You simply felt bad.. And well, kind of missed his smell.. His warmth. Shaking your head quickly, you would glance up at him “I-I would really like that, but don’t get the wrong idea! I’m not crushing on him” you’d say quickly before biting your lip “Also.. I should be able to leave today, the Doctor just wanted to make sure my stitches settled alright” you claimed quietly. 

You were so incredibly grateful to meet Kirishima, he was so nice and so willing to help. After about another hour, the nurses came in and gave her clothes back, allowing her to change and leave. 

Kirishima was a gentleman and left her alone to change into her battered clothing, it wasn’t exactly the outfit you wanted to wear around Bak-... Wait, what were you saying?! You didn’t care what he would think! Shaking your head, you would open the door and head down, immediately greeted by Red Riot once again “Ready? Come on” he said, placing a hand on her upper back and urging her forward “You know, if you really wanna get to know Bakugou- there is a party tonight that he and I are going too. You should come” he suggested with a gleaming smile.

Swallowing hard, you would fiddle with a rip in your shorts “I-.. er I don’t know” you’d mutter out “I just want to say thank you is all” you’d press, which only caused the red head to roll his eyes “Fat chance, cutie! It’s all over your face~ Come on, just come for a few hours and if you aren’t feeling it- I’ll personally drive you home” he said patting your back. 

Letting out a soft sigh, you would nod your head in defeat- How could you say no to someone doing so much for you? Not to mention.. He was your favorite Pro Hero after all. 

The male would lead you to his car, opening the door for you to slide in. Doing so, your eyes would watch as he made his way around to the drivers side, plopping it with a sigh “Are you nervous?” he asked. Turning your head to him, you would look a little confused “N-Nervous? Why?” you’d ask sheepishly before he let out a snort “Well, I am bringing you back to our house” he stated quietly before looking at you.

You would stare at him with wide eyes, you didn’t think he’d make a move like that- You thought maybe you’d be meeting a cafe or something “A-Are you sure? You’re okay with me knowing where you live?” you’d ask in a shaky tone, red faced as could be. 

Kirishima shrugged “I mean, no offense.. But what are you going to do? Do you have a hidden quirk or something?” he asked with a chuckle. Sinking in your seat, you would shake your head “No.. I don’t” you pouted, which caused him to snort once again before starting the car and driving off. 

The car ride was nice, it was mainly him talking- Tell you stories about how he and Bakugou met, shit that the two had gotten into together. They honestly sounded like super close friends, it made your heart warm just thinking about it “It doesn’t ever bug you? His attitude?” you asked curiously, causing the red head to shrug “I mean, yeah he’s got a temper.. But he also has a good heart. He cares about people in his own hot headed way” he said with a bright smile.

Looking down some, you’d sigh.. You were the jerk, not Bakugou. 

It didn’t take super long before the male would finally pull over, parking in front of a rather fancy looking apartment. Biting your lip, you’d lean forward to gaze up at it. “Come on then, don’t just stare” he chuckled before getting out of the car. 

Letting yourself out, you would wince some.. Your leg still hurt pretty bad, but at least you could walk. Slightly limping your way around the car, Kirishima would once again place a hand on your back, leading you up the stairs carefully, ready to catch you if you were to lose your balance.  

Going up to one of the upper floors, Kirishima would unlock the door and immediately you would hear Bakugou from the other room “Back already, shitty hair? I thought I fucking told you to make it meaningful- And did  you get my text?” he barked loudly, causing Kirishima to roll his eyes with a smile. 

Quickly taking your hand, he would lead you down the hall “I think I did one better” he called out as they turned the corner into the living room area. 

Bakugou sat there lazily, feet propped up on the table- Shirtless and only sporting a pair of loose sweatpants. Swallowing hard you would tense as he turned his head to more than likely yell at his friend, but those deep crimson hues landed on you. Immediately, his cheeks would light up before quickly standing up and turning his attention to Kirishima who was taking his head gear off “Yo, shitty hair! This wasn’t the deal” he spat. 

Kirishima would look at him with a small smirk on his face “Hey, I didn’t intend on doing this- But this cutie here wanted to talk to you, and I invited her to the party tonight” he said flashing a grin and disappearing around the corner once again, probably to get into some more comfortable clothing. 

The blonde quickly stepped forward to stop him, but was cut short with the quick exit. Soon those eyes turned to you in a harsh glare “What do you want? You got what you wanted” he spat, flopping back on the couch with a huff. 

Building up your courage, you would step forward and awkwardly sit on the edge of the sofa, folding your hands over your lap “I’m sorry..” you muttered, causing the blonde to tense a little “What?” he grunted. 

Biting your lip, you would keep your eyes on your fidgeting hands “I-I was a jerk to you, you were totally right to call me an ungrateful bitch.. You saved me, and made sure I got into care. So thank you, Bakugou, and I’m sorry for the way I acted” you whimpered, barely able to make out the words as the male stared at you in a bit of surprise. 

“You.. came all the way here just to say that?” he asked, his voice seeming slightly softer. It didn’t last long though “D-Dumbass, you could have just told Kiri to relay the message” he huffed, crossing his arms, but never once taking his gaze from you. Finally looking up, you’d meet his stare once again. You could feel a blush start to surface which made him flush in return “Y-You sent Kirishima to me as well.. Even after I was rude to you” you muttered out.

Bakugou would quietly lean forward, his fingers just barely grazing the bandages on your head “So what.. You wouldn’t shut up about it” he grunted, his eyes now trailing down to your leg injuries “Are you.. In pain?” he asked, quickly changing the subject. 

Giving off a slight shrug, you would bite your lip “Y-Yeah.. It hurts, but I’ll manage. Luckily, nothing was broken” you said softly. 

His hand never left your head as he scooted closer “It would be better for me to have a look anyways” he grunted, sitting directly next to you and leaning forward to prod at the bandages, he didn’t want to take them off, obviously- But he still tried to see, a clever way of getting close to you. 

He would mumble some profanities to himself before looking down at you, the way you were staring up at him was almost.. Longingly? Swallowing roughly he would break the gaze for a moment before taking the risk and leaning in, pressing his lips roughly to yours. You would let out a small whimper but seem to lean forward, attempting to melt into his chest. This only further caused an arm to wrap around your waist as parted his own lips to take yours in his teeth, tugging on it roughly and causing you to moan out.

“What the fuck are you doing to me, idiot..” he growled out, his weight pushing forward to make you lay back on the couch. You would oblige and shake your head some, you also questioned this.. You were never the type to just dive into something like this, so what about Bakugo was different? 

Before you could really answer him, his mouth was roaming your neck, careful not to bump any of your injuries “W-Who said I wanted to do this to you” you retorted out, blinded by a hazy fog and unable to make proper words “You did.. Staring at me like that, pain in the fucking ass..” he growled, lifting his head slightly to meet your gaze “Do you want me or not, dumb ass” he hissed out, taking you into consideration. 

Blinking up at him, your face would soften.. Like you said, you never expected it to go this far, but now that it has you felt butterflies start to rise in your stomach “I do” you’d say sheepishly before biting your lip, causing Bakugo to slowly start trailing kisses along your jawline, his strong calloused hands gripping at your waist. 

Resting your head against the arm of the couch, you would blush and let out a small sigh as he explored your body. 

Your eyes would slip closed as those strong hands moved to the bountiful mounds on your chest, giving them a firm squeeze before suddenly mashing his lips up against yours again, his tongue shoving past your lips and immediately pinning yours down in dominance. You would moan into his mouth and wrap your arms around his neck as those devious hands went to the end of your shirt and started to peel it off of you.

The kiss broke for only a second so the shirt could go past your head, but as soon as the pesky piece of clothing was rid, he was back to exploring your cavern, growling into your mouth. You two would go from tongue dancing to just sloppily making out, noises rising from both of you. Breaking the kiss, he would sit down on the couch, smirking at you deviously “Come on dumb ass- hop on my lap” he ordered, taking your hand to help you stand. 

At first you seemed a little shy about it, but Bakugo was quick to grab your hips and make you straddle him, his hand going to your neck and pulling you down for another messy lip lock. Your hands would quickly grab at his shoulders, slowly moving into an embrace as you groaned quietly into the gesture. 

Before you could realize, your bra felt loose and his hands were eager to pull it off of you. Moving your arms and breaking the lock he would toss it and stare down at your breasts, his face looking surprised for a moment before a sinful smirk painted his expression. “What are you looking at” you muttered out, covering your breasts with your hands. He was quick to pry those hands off “Ah, ah.. I don’t think so princess.. Let me look at those sexy fucking tits” he growled, leaning forward and taking one of your nipples into his mouth. Letting out a loud gasp, you would let your head fall forward, nestling against his blonde tresses as his tongue skillfully circled around that sensitive bud “B-Bak-” you were cut off by him suddenly releasing your tit and glaring up at you “Katsuki” he corrected with a glare before starting to palm your mounds with his hands “If I hear you call me Bakugo one more time, I don’t care if you’re injured, you’re getting a punishment, dumb ass” he grunted before letting off a devilish smirk, his hands trailing down to your shorts to pop them open “Stand up and take those off, and make it fucking sexy” he demanded, letting go of you altogether. 

Slowly getting off of him, you would blush and stand there for a minute “I can try..” you’d mutter before hooking your thumbs through the belt loop of your jeans and shimmying them down, making sure to be a little extra with those hips of yours. It seemed that it was working, because Katsuki’s hues were glued to you the whole time “That’s right princess.. Even with a battered leg you still managed to get me hard” he teased. 

Scoffing quietly, you would cover your naked pussy and roll your eyes “W-Why do you have talk like..” you trailed off as he shrugged down his sweats, revealing that he was definitely telling the truth that her little shake had gotten him hard, because his cock was standing at full attention. “You like what you see?” he said with a smirk before offering his hand. Without word, you would take it and the male would lead you to straddle him once again, which only caused you to wince a little with how your leg was bent “Fuck, does that hurt you?” he asked quietly before moving your weight so you were laying down rather than on top of him. 

“Y-You don’t have to do that, once I sit for a minute I’ll be nnghh…” you trailed off with a moan as he began to rub his shaft into your folds, his warm cock teasingly rubbing against your clit. “That’s right princess, just shut up.. Let me take care of you” he purred out, using the pad of his thumb to reach down and pay good attention to that swollen bud, making your back arch and toes curl. 

You hadn’t experienced something like this before, yeah you’ve been with other guys.. But Katsuki managed to be so gentle with you, yet so.. Rough at the same time. Making his movements very prominent so you could feel just about everything he was doing to you, being oddly attentive to making you feel good. Your thoughts were finally cut off by his body looming over you, and his mouth finding your neck to sink his canines into, making you moan out loudly “F-Fuck.. Katsuki, you’re.. Being rude, just.. Put it in already” you’d groan.

“Mmh? Put what in princess.. I have no fucking idea what you’re talking about” he scoffed against your neck, you could practically feel the smug smirk on his features. “Y-Your cock, Katsuki, I want your cock” you’d mutter out helplessly. Those pathetic, whimpering words were all that Katsuki needed. Reaching down he would line his cock up with your hole and roughly start to inch it in, your slick making great use as a natural lube. 

Your arms would immediately grip onto his shoulders as your tight little cunt attempted desperately to stretch to his size “Ka.. suki.. Please” you’d mutter out with a gasp, only to be silenced by a rough kiss “Calm down dumb ass.. It hurts because you’re clenching on me.. Relax, princess.. I’m going to make you feel good” he grunted, though it was much softer than the others.

Taking a deep breath, you would try to relax your body and he would slowly do small thrusts, trying to get you warmed up “See?” he muttered in a shaky tone, all you could do was nod. 

He took that as permission to keep going, rearing his hips back he would thrust into your clenching cunt, causing you to moan out loudly, Your good leg would spread further for him to nestle in between and his hips would work fluently, the sounds of soft smacking filling the room “Y-You can go.. Harder” you’d pant out, looking up at him with an awkward, embarrassed smile. Katsuki would smirk and lean down, pressing his lips against your cheek “Oh, I planned on it, Princess.. Just getting you used to my fat cock” he purred.

It was after that when he reared back again and started to thrust at a fairly rough, rhythmic pace, causing your fast to twist in a pleasure you had never felt before. It was like his cock was perfectly made for your dripping sex. Long strings of mewls would escape you as the male laid claim to your pussy, his grunts and growls filling the room. At this point, you didn’t even care if Kirishima walked in on you two, you just wanted him to keep going, to fill you to the brim with his hot and sticky cum.

“You’re fucking mine now, do you hear me?.. Fuck I’m never giving up this tigh tlittle pussy to anyone” he growled, his hand wrapping lightly around your neck. Your breathing would hitch and you would stare up at him with wide eyes, the pleasure fogging any logical thought you had “Ye..s.. I’m yours, Katsuki..” you’d moan out, which caused his cock inside of you to twitch violently “That’s right, Princess.. You know who your man is now.. No more thinking about Red fucking Riot.. You’re all mine”he hummed, leaning down to bite onto your neck, which caused your walls to squeeze the life out of his cock. 

Letting your head fall to the side, you would let him mark you up as he pounded that G-Spot with incredible force. releasing your flesh he would lick up your neck slowly and let out a grunt “You better tell me now, Princess.. Can I fill up that slutty little pussy or do you want me to pull out” he huffed, slowing his thrusts only slightly “N-No! .. Don’t pull out.. I want you to fill me up, Katsuki..” you moaned out quietly. 

It must have been what he wanted to hear because his thrusts became rough again, no specific pattern or rhythm, he was all over the place and it was fucking amazing. “Get ready, Princess.. I want you to feel how badly I’ve been thinking about you, and I want to feel that cunt cum all over my cock” he growled, sitting up a bit and letting his head fall back. 

All it took was three more hard thrusts and his load was pooling out inside of your needy hole, coating the walls and making you feel warm. That was what did it for you, as you milked him, your hole would clench around him and an orgasm would rip through your body, sending jolts of white hot pleasure from head to toe. 

He would be careful of your leg, but his body was soon pressed against yours as he attempted to catch his breath “The.. party, you’re going as my date” he gruffed, which caused you to blush. As you slowly came down from your high, you would glance at the male who was staring you dead in the eye “I mean it, Y/N.. I want to take you as my date, show you off as my woman” he breathed, moving some strands of hair from your face.

At first you couldn’t answer, there was a pit in your throat stopping you to do so. Idly nodding, he would press a kiss to your cheek “I promise I’ll make it fun, after all you owned up to being a bitch so consider it a thanks for that” he snorted before pushing himself off of you and pulling up his hands. 

Carefully helping you up, he would make sure to carefully put your clothes back on for you so you didn’t hurt your leg.

“I’m taking you back to your house to get dressed and showered, okay?” he said grabbing a tank that was hanging off of his couch.

“If you’re going to a party with me, we gotta make sure you’re the sexiest thing there” he said with a dark smirk. 

You had no idea how it escalated this far, and you know you should run now .. But the man you thought you hated was slowly becoming your favorite person, he was different behind closed doors and you were more than glad that you gave it another shot. 

[[WIll do a Part Two if you guys wanna see the party part ;P ]

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Credit to my picture: Made by my lovely waifu @queensynderella​

[harrysgoldenline]

can i get a harry one shot where you are really insecure about the whole album/ camille thing and u talk to sarah about it and ur crying and harry notices and comes over but u run away and sarah tells him everything and he comes to find you but you pretend like ur fine but he sees through it and he goes off on this lone speech about how much he loves you and how ur the only person he will ever love and u both are just happy it’s out and the open and a happy ending ?

OMG MY FIRST REQUEST!! YES OF COURSE! I REALLY REALLY REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT ! and if anyone else has any requests, send them my way!!! :)

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My Muse

Y/N was distraught.

She loved Harry, his music, his career and could not be more proud of him, his success and who he has become.

Although, she was struggling.

This whole album has been about Harry discovering himself, who he is... but also about his ex-girlfriend Camille.

Y/N knew about Harry everything he went through after their relationship ended, he was struggling greatly. They met around half a year after the break up, but she could see Harry was still struggling. She could see how he would keep to himself around new people, especially out in public. He was quite and wouldn’t speak out much, very different then how their mutual friend, Sarah had always described him.

Sarah has always talked highly of him, being in his band they grew very close and she often got to see how he went through his different writing processes. She saw him before and after shows and she knew him before and after Camille. Something Y/N could not relate to.

As time passed, the two got together, forming what their friends called a power couple. Harry and Y/N were completely inseparable, growing closer and closer as each day passed.

Harry opened up to her a few months into the relationship, sitting her down and letting her know exactly what happened in the relationship and why it was so difficult for him when it ended. He told her that since it was a huge part of the album, he might have to talk about it a bit, without saying names of course but she knew that everyone else already knew who he was going to be talking about.

“It’s okay, Harry. I totally understand. Don’t worry about it.” She would always say, giving him a smile and a soft kiss onto his jawline.

Y/N wasn’t lying, she did understand why and she didn’t want him to worry about her, not now. Not when his second album is taking off, hitting the top of the charts in preorder alone.

She did enjoy the majority of interviews. Hearing him tell funny stories of the writing process, or always getting emotional as he opens up about finding himself, his true sound and how he doesn’t feel like he needs to hold back anymore. But interview after interview, it got harder. Hearing him talk about the love he felt and then the unbearable pain after it was gone. She felt inadequate. Wondering if nothing went wrong, where would she be? Would Harry still fall for her when Sarah introduced him like he said he did?

Although, Y/N never brought up these concerns to him. Especially after the album drop he was on top of the world, explaining how he has never felt happier and more free, but she couldn’t help thinking if he would be happier with her by his side instead.

“Y/N, are you alright?” A voice brings her out, looking up and seeing Sarah standing there at the door, offering her a soft smile.

“Oh hi! Yeah, I’m totally fine don’t worry about me.” She nodded, looking back at the monitor, watching Harry messing around on stage with Mitch after finishing up a soundcheck nearly a minute ago. They often liked to stay for a while, messing around on stage, this often gave Sarah and Y/N sometime to catch up as their boys hung out together.

“Are you sure, sweetheart?” She asked, eyebrows furrowing as she sat next to her on the couch, “Cmon (Y/N), you know you can trust me with anything.”

“How’d Harry do?” She asked, trying to ease in, hearing Harry strum in the background to Cherry, causing Y/N to bite her bottom lip.

“Good... was just a sound check. Everything running fine- seriously what’s going on?” Sarah insisted, interrupting herself.

“What was he like? With her?”

A silence fills the room until Sarah let’s out a sigh, muttering a soft ‘oh honey’ before scooting closer, arms going around her friend protectively. Sarah knew she was struggling, but with it being such a difficult subject, she didn’t want to pry too much. She wanted to wait until Y/N was ready to confide in her, but instead she bottled it up.

“Fuck, sorry I shouldn’t have asked thats... sorry it’s none of my business.” Y/N quickly says, forcing a laugh and wiping her eyes, standing up quickly and going to look for her purse.

“You have nothing to apologize for. I know how hard this has been for you.” Her friend agrees, standing and following her, “have you and Harry talked about it? Talked about how this has been for you?”

Y/N shook her head, biting her lip hard as her eyes were squeezed shut, knowing if she spoke a word she would break down, she had been holding it in for too long.

“Do you wanna talk about it with him?”

She shrugged at this, honestly not knowing the answer. If she did, she didn’t know if Harry would stop all together, making his album less authentic or If he would be upset she held it in, or even said anything about it at all. But she genuinely didn’t know if she could hold it in any longer.

“You can tell me.” Sarah nodded, hugging her tightly, “let it out.”

“It hurts” Y/N breaks, letting out a sob, “it seems like- like all he talks about is her! And I know he wrote this whole thing before we met and- do you think he still loves her?”

“Y/N, no.” She says, pulling her back and wiping the tears from her friends face, “I’ve seen this man before, during and after both of you, and I have never seen him this happy. Ever”

She shakes her head, not believing her. “It can’t be me. It’s the album, the success! He’s himself now, so that’s what’s making him happy. I didn’t help him- she did.”

“Y/N stop” Sarah demanded, grabbing her shoulders and moving her hair out of her face, “Harry is in love with you! I remember him coming to me, asking me for advice when you went out on your first date.”

She shakes her head, disbelief and doubt being pumped through her veins, “it just doesn’t make sense! Look at her and then look at me. Who would you choose?”

“You”

“Stop.” She argues, rolling her eyes, “she’s skinnier and prettier and older! She’s way older than me, way older than him. Is that what he wants? I’m younger than him, Sarah. Young enough where there’s a million articles about it.”

“You’re going to make yourself sick if you don’t calm down.” Sarah demands, “please? Just calm down and we can talk about this. What does your age have to do with anything? You’re so beautiful, Y/N.”

“No, I should stop. Mitch and Harry will be back any second.” She sniffles, looking at herself in the mirror and sighing, dabbing at the skin around her eyes to try and depuff them.

“You can’t hold this in.” Sarah whispers, hugging her friend again, “please? Talk to me?”

“I love him and it’s scary because I don’t know-“ Y/N begins but quickly stops, hearing her boyfriends loud laughter, soon getting louder as he opened the door.

Y/N shoots Sarah a sympathetic look, silently begging her to remain quiet and not say a word, which she nods, giving Mitch and Harry a smile as they walk in the door, each boy going to each of them.

“Hey babe!” Harry smirks, kissing her before pulling back, eyebrows furrowing together and he lowers his voice, “are you alright? You look like you’ve been crying.”

“I’m okay!” She smiles, “poked my eye when I was fixing my makeup. Anyways, what are you guys up to?”

“We were gonna go grab some food before the show! Where do you wanna go?” He asks, hands going around her waist.

“Oh I’m not hungry.” She quickly responds, “been feeling a bit off all day so I might stay behind. I wanna feel better for your show.”

Harry frowns, pulling her closer to him before leading her out of the lounge room, leaving Mitch and Sarah as they continue their own conversation. Harry leads her off to his private dressing room.

“What’s up?” He frowns, lifting his hand to her face and rubbing her cheek softly, “what happened?”

“Nothing, Harry.” She smiles, her heart growing at his concern. Yet, she knows she can’t tell him. Not now, hours before his mini Fine Line show in London. The last thing she wants to be is a distraction, “don’t worry about me, really! And I feel like I’ve been budging in too much, go bond with the band!”

“You’re not interrupting anything. I want you here.”

“I know and I appreciate that, really, love being around you and everybody.” She giggles, “but I’m not gonna be there the whole tour and I gotta get used to that.”

“I wish you could be.” He frowns, pulling her right against his chest, “always want you next to me.... or below me.”

“Harry!” She laughed, pulling back and playfully pushing him, “you’re crazy.”

“Crazy for you, my love.” He dopily smirks, kissing her, softly.

She giggled against his lips, pulling him closer for another, each kiss making her worries drift further and further away. Mind reeling as his hands fall down her waist, gripping her bum as he pushes her closer, his lips falling down to her neck.

“Hey man, Sar-“ Mitchs voice causing them to jump away from each other, the three of them turning red as he clears his throat, “Um- sorry. I was just saying that Sarah said she’s gonna take a nap before the show too so I think it’s just just gonna be us and the other guys.”

“Sounds good!” He smirks, feeling a bit smug after what Mitch just walked in on, he turns back to Y/N, tucking a hair behind her ear, “you can stay in here if you want, lock the door and take a nap or whatever you need. Nobody should bother you and I’ll be back before you know it. Okay?”

She nodded, thanking him before pressing a kiss to his lips, “I love you, Harry.”

“I love you more, babygirl.” He smiles, kissing the top of her head before waving goodbye, following Mitch out.

She sighs, falling back on the couch and closing her eyes, mind muddled with confusion. Moments like that make her feel so silly, wondering why she ever worried in the first place. She does trust Harry, she doesn’t worry about him going out to try and find someone else, but she always wonders if he prefers to be with her, just has Y/N because he doesn’t have that option anymore.

She can’t help but lay awake, spending many sleepless nights just comparing herself to her. Camille was beautiful, and nobody could deny that. She had such grace and Y/N felt like her French accent and demeanor made her much more interesting then her own plain American ways. She wonders if Harry wishes Y/N was older, rather than being multiple years younger. She wondered if it annoyed him, bothered him that she had a great lack of experience. Harry was all she’d ever known and all she wants forever.

But did he feel the same? Did he actually love her? Does he actually find her as beautiful as he said? She found it hard to believe, especially seeing all he has had in the past. It makes her feel guilty, guilty for feeling so upset and hurt by seeing and hearing about people he was with prior, even though they’d never met at the time.

The door swings open, startling her and causing her to jump and heart to pound as she prepared what she would say next to Sarah, but it wasn’t her, it was Harry.

“What? What are you doing here?” She rushes, clutching her chest to try and calm her racing heart, I thought you were going to get food? Did you forget something?”

“Yes.” He mumbles, sinking down onto the couch next to her and holding her face in his hands, “I forgot to tell you how important you are to me. More than any album, place on the charts, anything.”

“W-what? Where is this coming from, Bubs?”

“Sarah told me what you said to her.” He frowns, eyes sparkling, “and I’m the biggest fucking arsehole I didn’t stop to talk to you about it once. To stop and actually ask you about it.”

“Harry, really, I’m just being-“

“Y/N listen, you are the best thing to ever happen to me. You’re my person. You’re it for me.” He whispers, leaning his forehead against her, tears forming in her eyes as she’s filled with so many emotions, “you gotta believe me, lovie.”

“I love you, Harry.” She sniffles, “I believe you, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, you didn’t do anything wrong. This is all my fault. I should’ve talked to you more, I didn’t even think about how hard this would be for you, I’m so sorry.” He rambles, “you are the love of my life Y/N. Yes, I was in love before but this? With you? It’s so strong and real and terrifying. I’ve never felt this before. I want to be with you. Forever. Nobody else. And I cannot begin to tell you how sorry I am to not have made that clear.”

“I should’ve told you from the beginning how I felt.” She admits, “I don’t want you to stop talking about it in interviews if that’s what you want to say, you should say it. It’s just really hard to hear you talk about her all the time.”

“I’m sorry my love. I don’t deserve you, don’t deserve your support.” He whispers, kissing her hands, “I am so beyond lucky to have you. You are the most beautiful, kind, considerate woman in the whole world. I don’t know how I got you.”

“Stop it.” She blushes, bringing her hands away from his lips and up to his face, shaking her head in disbelief, wondering how he even existed, “you are truly the most perfect man.”

“Now you stop.” He chuckles, cheeks turning pink, “I’m praising you here... really though love. You are my muse. I have millions of songs written about you.”

“Really?” She whispers, eyes wide, “you’re not just saying that?”

“What do you think Mitch and I are doing all the time?” He laughs, “we make Sarah go because we know she’d tell!”

“Well you’re right, because she told you what I said after I told her not too.” She blushes, looking down at her lap.

“Oh stop that you know she did the right thing.” He laughs, dragging her a bit closer to him so her legs lay over his lap, “Honestly, I was scared to show you them, thought I was open before wait till you hear these.”

“Can I? Can I hear them? Please?”

“I guess since you have good manners.” He smirks, pulling her on top of him. She giggles and he pulls her onto his lap, “you can hear ‘em all. Don’t know what I was waiting for... guess I was just scared?”

“Of what, Bubby?” She frowns, arms resting around his shoulders as she looks up at him.

“I don’t know... I just... I know you’re the one, so it’s kinda scary I guess...not knowing if you feel the same.”

“I do.” She squeaks, “I love you so much- wanna be with you forever.”

“Yeah?” He smirks, squeezing her hips tight causing her to squeal, falling into him, “I’ve been yours since the day we met. You inspire me, Y/N. You are my muse. I’d choose you over anyone. You are my priority.”

He leans in, kissing her softly, almost as if he was afraid of breaking her in two. His lips fell to her neck, sucking on her favorite spot and her grip tightened on him, head falling to the side a bit and she lets out a soft whimper.

“Harry, please...” she squeaked, hips pressing down into him involuntarily.

“I’m gonna take care of you.” He whispers lowly, pulling up the bottom of her dress and over her head, “gonna take care of you until the day I die, my love.”

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

To The Sound Of... Ooh-Laa

Summary- 3.8k Curtis Everett x You. You find a surprise in one of the cars but is having difficult getting it to unlock. Yona insists you take it to Curtis, that he will be able to unlock its secrets. 

Warnings- Sex. Probably some swears since its me. Bodily fluids on skin. 

A/N- @babiiface95��� shared John Legends Ooh Laa, which I suggest giving a listen, its a beautiful song. Also, Im just forever soft for Curtis Everett, so paired with this song, it just made me incredibly happy. Also, this is probably a hot mess, as Im tired (as always) So any mistakes or like wtf moments, are entirely my error. 

You were helping out with going through the front end cars that were currently not being used, looking for usable clothing and other goods the group might be able to use. Yona was in this one with you, folding clothes as you piled them up, trying to sort them when she shook out a pair of pants, and something went clattering to the floor. You hum out as you look over a shirt, trying to decide if it was worth saving. “What was that?” 

Yona sets aside the pants and picks up the rectangle device, rolling it in her hands and tapping the screen, trying to hit the few buttons on it. “I really don't know, not like anything I've seen before.” 

Curious now as to what she might have found, you toss the shirt into the discard pile and reach for it, your eyes widening as you happened to recognize it. “Why, its a phone. I can't believe this is even on here.” 

“A phone?” Yona questions as you sit next to her, and hit the button that should turn it on. “That doesn't look like a phone.” 

You smile and nod. “Before Snowpiercer, everyone had these. My parents used theirs for everything. I used to play games on my moms, listen to music, and take pictures. In fact I was going to be getting one that year for my 13th birthday, but then everything happened.” 

The phone chimed its start up, and you really had no expectations to get into it and of course the lock screen pulled up. You tried swiping your finger across the dots a few different ways, but it wouldn't unlock. “Oh well, I’m afraid it's got a lock on it so not just anyone can get into it.” Yona gave a shrug, and went back to folding pants. 

“Take it to Curtis, I bet he can get it to open.” 

You slip the phone into your pocket, and give a chuckle. “What makes you think that?” You question while grabbing the pile of neatly folded clothes and hugging them close to your chest to keep them from slipping. 

“Intuition.” Yona grins with a wink while grabbing her own pile, and going to follow you out of the room. 

“If you say so, your intuition isn't often wrong.” You two laugh together while returning to the main area, and together you two store the clothing away in a car converted for supplies. Passing through the kitchen. 

“Tara, that smells so good.” You pause to inhale and stir the pot while she kneaded some flour, giving you a chuckle. 

“Why thank you child.” she winked as she passed a heel of bread to you, which you tore in half to share with Yona. “Dip that in there and give a taste.” 

You dip the bread in, letting it soak up some of the broth and take a taste, whimpering as you chewed. Yona matched you and her eyes rolled back. You two were going in for a second dunk when Edgar and Curtis started passing through. 

Curtis paused just behind you, his arms circling around your waist and pulling you back into his chest, while you were savoring another bite. “Caught ya.” he whispered against your ear, pressing his lips to that spot just behind your ear. “This is worth getting caught for.” You grinned as you lifted your hand over your shoulder to offer him your last bite, which he took, and he nodded in agreement. ‘

“Tara that's amazing.” Curtis praised, and Edgar started looking for another crust of bread, which earned him a smack from Tara on the hand. 

“It is, I spent many days getting this broth made. And don’t be taking what's not yours.” She scolded Edgar, and Yona sidled up to him, offering her last bite. 

“I don't mind sharing.” She smiled as Edgar popped the bite and his arm went over her shoulder. 

“Now all you get outta my kitchen.” she tried waving them away, and the four of them went to leave her to do what she was doing. 

Edgar and Yona went up ahead, talking and flirting a bit with one another while you and Curtis hung back. He too had moved his arm over your shoulder, and kept you tucked in close to his side. 

“How did it go this afternoon with Yona?” Curtis asked, and you tucked yourself in closer, your hand sliding up the back of his shirt and rubbing large wide circles against his lower back, scratching lightly in that way you knew he liked. 

“It was good, we found a lot of stuff in those sleeper cars closer to the front end. Still so much to go through though. The accommodations are just about the same though, I don’t see a point in shifting everyone ahead to resettle when those sleeper cars are simply the same size.” You pointed out, and Curtis nodded. 

“I figured as much. When we were traveling through, they just looked all the same. Took us a fucking day to get through them.” he started to slow down. “Did you wanna check on the kids tonight before we go to our room?” 

It was always a thrill to hear him say ‘our room’. After ages in a barely big enough bunk for one person to a whole room, and you two didn't have to share with anyone. You were tempted to tell him to lets just go to our room since you wanted to surprise him with the phone. But your heart won out. 

“Lets go visit the kids, take care of our brood.” You wiggled your brows, and Curtis snorted at you. 

“They are like our kids.” he teased, and he poked his head in a large area the group slept in for now. Curtis and others had taken the time dragging mattresses, Yona had found a linen cart, and together had made each bed for the kids till it was a cozy space. Right now some were playing with toys, others working on reading. “Y’all still awake?” 

A chime of yes’s resounded, but no kid was looking to get up and greet them. They were all comfy, and enjoying their own space. Going into the room, Curtis unwound his arm from over your shoulder, and flopped down on Timmy's mattress, looking to see what he was doing. “Listen, you know i'm a master coloring book champ, right?” The boy looked doubtful, and Curtis grabbed a crayon, and set to coloring on the opposite page. “Gonna prove it to you.”  

“Oh its on Curtis!” Timmy set right back to coloring seriously, and Curtis shifted to stretch out next to the boy. 

“On like Donkey Kong Kid.” 

You just shook your head amused and went from bed to bed, spending a few minutes with each child till you swung back around to Timothy. Standing over the two, you tilted your head to look at each picture. Timothy moved to sit, and Curtis finally put down his crayon and moved to sit up as well. 

“After seeing each one… it's obvious who won here.” You teased as if you were really inspecting both pictures.

Timmy looked a bit nervous, bouncing on his knees. “Come on Y/N, you know it's mine. Curtis ain't cool enough. And I stayed in the lines. Look at his coloring, he was sloppy.” 

“Yo little man, you throwing me under the bus?” Curtis acted insulted and you shrugged. 

“Timmy dude, yours was the best.” You winked at him, and left him cheering and Curtis groaning as if he was actually upset. 

“Next time, I'm going to take you out.” Curtis' mock threatened and Timmy gathered his coloring book and crayons, putting them away with the utmost care. Holding up his hand, he motioned towards his palm with a tilt of the head. “What's the rules?” 

“Always high five and say good game.” Timmy stated while slapping at Curtis’s palm and you held out your hand, which Curtis weaved his fingers with yours and you helped him to get up off the mattress. “Alright buddy, sleep tight.” 

“Night kids” you called as you two slipped out of the room, easing the door to a shut. 

You were getting giddy the closer you got to your room, twisting on your toes to face Curtis while walking backwards. “I got a surprise for you.” you wiggled your brows at him. 

“Oh really Babygirl?” he stalked towards you, backing you up against a steel door, and caging you in close, his fingers dragged along your jawline, and he grasped your chin to peck a kiss on your lips. “What would it be?” 

You hummed from behind closed lips, giving a slight roll of your eyes and a shrug. “I cant tell you Curtis, its a surprise.” your hand felt along the door, and you flipped the handle to open the door and back into the room while leaving him there with a curious look on his face. “But I really wanna give it to you cause Yona said you could unlock it.” Shrugging off your jacket, and letting it rest over the back of the single chair in the room, you also started to work off your boots while Curtis finally followed you inside, closing the door and flipping on a lamp near the bed to bathe the room in a soft glow. 

“I can unlock it?” Curious now, he pulled off his coat and toed his boots off to set both pairs of shoes aside to keep them out of the way. “Then you better let me see what it is.” 

You motioned him to sit down, and when he did, you crawled onto the bed too, and leaned against his back, while putting a hand over his eyes. “Okay hold out your hand, and no peeking.” Curtis gave a chuckle at your antics, but did as you asked, and in his open palm, you slipped the phone into it. “Any idea of what it is?” 

“No clue, it's too small to be a translator box.” He shrugged, and you pulled away your hand, letting it rest to his shoulder, and his head tipped to look at it. “It’s… it's a phone.” Curtis said in surprise, rolling the device in his hands like it was an old memory he had long forgotten about.

“Yup” you couldn't help but grin while pressing your lips against his shoulder before sliding around to sit next to him, he started it back up. 

“Yona said I could get it unlocked?” Curtis pondered, his brows coming together in concentration as he started to swipe his fingers to try to figure out the pattern to release its secrets. 

You shrugged while watching him try different zig zags and getting denied. “She seemed to think it was so Handsome. I didn't dare try too much out of permanently locking it.” 

Curtis tried several more times, now biting his lip as he narrowed down usual patterns people would use, and when he went across like a tic tac toe move, it dinged in a reward, opening to a new screen. The background is a typical wallpaper and several apps loaded all before the freeze. 

“Damn, this thing is loaded.” Curtis stated as he swiped through and he paused to see the app for music. Hovering a second, he clicked it, almost not daring to get his hopes up. Music had to be one of the things they missed most. But rows and rows of music came up, more than he could have hoped for. It was a mix of everything, and Curtis clicked on one randomly, the room filled with piano key notes, and a melodic upbeat voice

Ooh la, ooh la Listen (Shoo-wop, shoo-wop)

Curtis turned up the volume and set the phone down to stand up. You looked up at him curious to see his hand stretch out to take yours and draw you up off the bed, which you eased up to have him resting his hands against your hips. Your own hands slid up over his sweater covered chest and around his neck, grinning softly as you looked up at him. “Well look at you spoiling me.” you teased, and you could have sworn his neck and cheeks flushed a soft pink. 

“Dancing with my girl is always a craving Babygirl.” He stated as you two swayed for a moment before he pulled you in closer, pressing your chest into his and your head rested against his shoulder. His hands rubbed at your hips till they came to rest in against your lower back.

“Come and get me wasted This is dedicated to that ooh la (Shoo-wop, shoo-wop) Run it to me real quick 

Curtis chanted just softly against your ear, following the song subtly, and you started to fall into the rhythm of his movements, swaying back and forth, and pressing in against him with the shoo-wop sound.

“I be going stupid for that ooh la Don't make me wait I've been thinkin' about it all day You know what I want

The second, the minute I'm home.” The phone kept playing while your fingers dug slightly into the back of his neck with a light gasp as Curtis' hands found the curve of your ass with his palms, cupping them and arching you into him while backing you up towards the solid of the door. Your head lifted off his shoulder to look at him, and his pupils were blown till just a sliver of blue was circled around black orbs. Your eyes drifted from his eyes to his lips, and a curl of your fingers against the back of your neck brought his mouth to yours, a swipe of your tongue was allowed entrance to tangle in a dance all their own. With soft groans and moans mingling with the music in the background.

It's ooh la That's the only music that I wanna hear Its ooh la Get a little louder, scream it in my ear, yeah Spin it 'round, let it bounce some Up and down, think we found somethin' Smack it, flip it, rub it down To the sound of ooh la Ooh la, ooh la…

Dragging your tongue over his and letting your teeth sink into his bottom lip to suck before pulling away with a gentle drag of teeth, Curtis let his hands fall from cupping your ass through your pants to sliding under the bend and slide calloused hands to grab the soft globes again, your hips moving back and forth to shimmy your layers down till you could step out of them, using your hold on his neck for balance to keep from tipping over while more urgent kisses were shared, his hands roaming over supple amount of skin and grabs to your waist to hold you in place while he wreaked havoc on your senses with a plunge of tongue, and grind of his hips caging yours against his once more. Your feet kicked at your pants to keep from getting tangled. Your hands meanwhile dropped to his pants, working the button to loosen and zipper down so you could drag his cock out to stroke him, twisting your wrist as your hands slid up and down his semi hard cock, making him groan against your lips and a hiss when you felt precum coat him, thicker and hard in your palm. “Curtis, I want you.” you finally gave in. 

Strong hands gripped the back of your thighs and lifted you along the door till you could wrap your limbs around his hips, and lock your angles together, and allowed Curtis to ease your hands above your head to wrap his fingers easily around both wrists keeping you pinned there. “Ooh la…. “ echoing in the background when warm breath slid along the shell of your ear. “Does my Babygirl want to be filled?” you gave a needy nod while grinding yourself against him, his heavy erection pressing against your stomach as he held you pinned into the door. Another “Oh laaa…” melody feeding your desires and you breathed out slowly with the biggest “please Curtis” and your fingers curling to grasp into the top of his hand. “Make you feel good Baby” he groaned while fisted a hand around himself and sliding it through your folds to leave you grinding your hips for the friction until you could feel him pressing against you, and you tipped your head back, for him to see your thick swallow muffling a moan till you mimicked the lyrics of the song. “Yeah…” 

Yeah (Up and down, think we found somethin') ooh (Smack it, flip it, rub it down) (To the sound of) ooh la (Spin it 'round, let it bounce some) (Up and down, think we found somethin') (Smack it, flip it, rub it down) (To the sound of) yeah

Fingers dug into your hips, biting into your flesh while Curtis inched himself into you, clenching around him and fluttering while opening for him. Your legs tightened around him as he ground himself into you, making you clench around him, and arching your back with a “Curtis, fuck.” A snap of his hips smothered you back into the wall. “Fit me so perfect still Babygirl.” Of course you did, you were made for him, your thoughts echoed as he thrusted into you again, moving faster then the song, and you offered yourself to him. Curtis’s lips found your pulse and trailed to your collarbone. “Always so pretty giving yourself to me.” he praised between claiming you as his own. 

(Spin it 'round, let it bounce some) bounce (Up and down, think we found somethin') yeah

“Yeah” you tipped your head back, gasping and tugging your hands a moment when his kisses chained down to your breasts, wet kisses turning into a lap of the tongue and grasping teeth sucking you till you whined for him, thrust your breasts forward for him. Releasing your hip, he dragged his hand over the other one, warm palms and grasping fingertips plumping your sensitive soft breast till his mouth went to claim that one as his own to, angling his hips to go from hard thrusts too dragging ones, making you feel every inch of his desire for you. “Squeeze me any tighter and I'm going to come.” Curtis groaned with another surge, another step to unraveling you for him. 

(Smack it, flip it, rub it down) (To the sound of) ooh la (Spin it 'round, let it bounce some) la-la-la-la-la (Up and down, think we found somethin') (Smack it, flip it, rub it down)

Your brows furrowed trying to hold yourself back, wanting to make this feeling last. Your eyes closed and head tipped back against the door while your senses swarmed from feeling him so deep, all around you. Your body easily glides up and down his cock from how wet he made you, even as you fluttered around him, so on the edge of giving in, you had to tell him so he was ready. Snapping coils spread warmth through your belly as your legs shook grasping around his hips. “Curtis” 

(To the sound of) ooh la

“I know Babygirl. I feel you.” he cut you off, gritting his teeth as he leaned his forehead against yours, his own eyes squeezed shut as he sped himself. Making your heart race, and not enough air could be dragged into your lungs.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh la Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh la

It was the rhythm to your undoing, how your bodies crashed into desperation for one another. Curtis’s fingers flexed around your pinned wrists, and a gruff voice called you back. “Look at me Babygirl.” Your eyes springing open, lost in his demands, you tumbled into those blue slivered black orbs, stiffening and loosing yourself. Curtis kept moving in the rhythm to the music playing, his head tilted back enough to watch you come for him, the twist of your face, at first almost a painful look slacking into bliss, your teeth dragging against your bottom lip before your jaw dropped. He dropped his hand caging your wrists to grasp your hips as he pushed you through your orgasm, your body tensing and releasing as you flooded him, and he knew he wouldn't be far behind. 

Your arms fell to around his neck as you braced into his chest, his grunts pressed into your shoulder, a whine of his own sharply cutting though your bliss. “Loosen those thighs baby.”

When you do, feet falling to the floor he pulled from you. Caging you in with an arm around your waist as your legs shook, his chest pressing against yours to keep you from sliding from his hold. Heat enveloped you from him, and you hid your face against his shoulder as his breathing grew rapid above you and his hand slipped between you to grasp his cock, jerking himself till he went over the edge. Cum covering his fisted hand, and running down the outside of your thighs, you felt him shudder around you.

Ooh la

Ooh la indeed. You pressed in closer and hung on around his neck till Curtis shifted the two of you, his arm sweeping under the back of your knees to lift you and take a few steps to the bed. Between the day, and the bliss, you nodded off hearing him chuckle softly while his hand swept your hair back from your face. “Go to sleep.” Warm feeling him next to you and completely blissed, he waited till you drifted off, then went to get a cloth to wipe himself off you.

It was later when you felt your eyelids start to pry open and a heavy arm slung over your waist with a protective hand pressing against your stomach. You rub at your sleepy eyes, trying to focus in the dark. Your stomach fluttered under his flexing hand, and an ache settled lower, missing feeling him already. A solid mass pressed against your back and you rolled enough to see Curtis slitting his eyes open, having felt you move. “Babygirl, are you okay?” 

You slid a hand up his chest and pressed against his shoulder till he moved to his back, letting his hand slide from the hold he had on you. Curtis was still half asleep and confused as you shifted up to your knees, and moved to straddle him, leaning over him. “Ooh la.” you smiled in the dark while moving your hands into his, weaving your fingers with his own. Understanding shifted his eyes from worried to warm and hungry. 

“Ooh la indeed.” Curtis muttered back and you grasped his sides with your knees as you leaned down to press your lips to his. Loosening your hand from his, you moved your hand over to the table next to the bed, and grasping the phone. Lifting your head away from Curtis with a soft whimper, you turn your focus to study the phone and getting it unlocked. Once you hit play once more and let it clatter to the table so you could fall back into him, the room once more filling with melodic tones among the sound of you two gasping against each other. 

Come and get me wasted This is dedicated to that ooh la...

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OMGG U R AMAZING AT WRITING, these last two blurbs got me like - phewww chile fanning myself. maybe some dom!reader stuff in the future?😳 i’m aching for it. shh- don’t tell anyone but ur my fave jake writer

My sub ass never thought I would write something like this, but... WOW THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS REQUEST!!! This is a fantasy I’ve had for a while but never really had the opportunity to write... hope you love it!

(btw, I’m not gonna tell anyone I’m ur fave jake writer, but I can’t promise I won’t cry about it...)

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Imagine being beyond pissed at Jake

You had a stupid fight a few hours before and still couldn’t forget about it

And Jake was sitting in the living room with that sad puppy face, which made you 10x angrier cause you just wanted to run to his arms and apologize

But no, this time you wouldn’t

You had a better idea... you would tease him until he got fed up of your attitude and decided to fuck it out of you

Cause that’s just how 99% of your fights ended

You put on your cutest panties and one of his old shirts over it

Nothing else

Then sat on the sofa, as far from him as possible

His eyes went straight to your thighs, as you expected

But you pretended to not notice he was there and focused on your phone

“Is that my shirt?” he asked after a few minutes of silence

“Yeah” you said without taking your eyes off your phone

“Does that mean you’re not mad at me anymore?” he insisted

“No, it just means I wanted to wear your shirt.” you said uninterested

“Come on, babygirl...” he used his sweetest tone, almost making you give up. “Don’t you miss me?”

“Hm...” you shrugged. “I’ll let you know when I do”

He realized you were playing a game, and decided to play it too: “You know I can make you feel really good if you let me”

“Actually...” you looked at him for the first time in a while. “I have an idea.”

You didn’t even have to ask him to follow you to the bedroom, he understood the message

As soon as you got there, he tried to kiss you, but you turned your head and said: “Sit.”

And something kinda unexpected happened... he actually did? I mean... the Jake you knew would definitely grab your face to teach you to never turn it like that again, then force you to lie on the bed and fuck you until you apologized...

But you had to act like he didn’t surprise you, like that was the plan all along

So you stood between his legs and, still not letting him kiss you, helped him remove his shirt and pants

You could see a bulge starting to form in his underwear, but definitely wasn’t what you needed

You turned your back to him and got closer until you could feel his bulge against your butt, and his hands automatically went to your waist

“Did I say you could touch me?” You asked, already expecting a slap or some phrase calling you his slut...

But instead, what you heard was a weak “Sorry.” and his hands were placed on the mattress  

The confidence you were feeling at that moment was really unmatched. And you would use it

You started to grind his cock with your butt until he got very very hard

“Baby, please...” he moaned

“Tell me when you’re close.” you told him. “Then I’ll let you fuck me. But only when you can’t hold it anymore.”

He muttered something that sounded like an agreement and you continued grinding him

He was so painfully hard under you and moaning so loudly

“Mmmm close, baby...” he said. “Fuck, I’m really close”

You stopped and took a step away from him, turning around to admire the state he was in

Unfortunately (for him) the whole situation was too hot to end this soon

You went to your drawer and picked up your favorite vibrator

He looked at you in disbelieve when you sat on the bed and started to take your panties on, giving him a very good view of your soaked pussy

“You said you’d let me fuck you?” he raised his eyebrows

“Changed my mind.” You chuckled and grabbed the vibrator, turning it on and starting to rub your folds with it. “Wanna watch me cum, though?”

He nodded eagerly. You just couldn’t believe you made him submit so easily

“Take your underwear off, I love to see your cock that hard for me.” you told him.

He did exactly as you said

You continued to use your vibrator, putting on a whole porn star scene for him, continuously moaning, teasing your most sensitive parts and talking dirty

God, you had never seen Jake that desperate before, his cock hitting his belly and throbbing no stop at this point

“Be a good boy for me, won’t you?” you bit your lip as you watched him gripping on the sheets. “If you cum without my permission, you won’t touch me aaaall week.”

“Please...” He cried out. “I need to be inside you so bad, I promise I’ll make you feel good...”

You ignored him and placed the vibrator directly on your clit, making your hips buck and your eyes roll back. “Fuck, Jake... I’m gonna cum, oh my god, I’m-”

Before you could even finish, you were interrupted by one of the most intense orgasms ever

You moaned his name while it lasted, and he could cry at that scene

You enjoyed every second of it before turning your attention to Jake again, who was in absolute agony  

Well, but you were in a really good mood right now, so you decided to do something about it

“Such a good, patient boy.” you said as you crawled closer to him. You lay between his legs and gently grabbed his cock. “I’m gonna take care of you now, cause you deserved it. Want to cum in my mouth? Want me to suck you off, make the pain go away? Look how hard you are, baby...”

“Yes, please, please, I need this, fuck...” he begged

“You taste so good when you’re already leaking like this for me.” you smiled and took him in your mouth as deep as you could

“FUCK.” he became a moaning mess at the mere touch of your tongue. “Yes, thank you, oh my god...”

You decided to focus on the head, cause that always made him cum faster, and you were really starting to feel sorry for him

You could swear the entire city heard when he FINALLY came

He lay down absolutely exhausted and you crawled to lay on his chest

“I’m sorry, baby...” he said on a sleepy voice. “We’re not gonna fight anymore, I promise.”

You enjoyed every second of that unusual mood he was on

Cause you knew the minute he was back to normal, you would pay for all of that.

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I’ve Been Missing You Lately | Caspian x Reader

Warnings: Parents fighting/arguing

Word Count: 1.2k 

Time/Era: Years after the Voyage of the Dawn Treader

Summary: After a big fight between Caspian and Y/N, their two kids are worried their family is falling apart

Request: Please write more Caspian imagines (Narnia). The last one was so cute! Maybe you could write one that you and Caspian got into a fight and your kids heard you and Caspian argue and they are afraid that you guys don’t love each other anymore and your comfort them and then Caspian walks in trying to apologize and ALOT OF FLUFF please and thank you 💕

A/N: Phew lots of Caspian the past few days! Do you guys still like them? I’ve been getting a lot of requests for him, but the posts haven’t been getting many notes. It’s not an issue, obviously, cause notes aren’t why I’m writing, but I was just wondering! Thank you for requesting this and for the compliment! I hope you enjoy! If anyone has a request, send it my way! I love writing! It doesn’t have to be for Caspian; I also write for Edmund, Peter, and various Harry Potter characters!

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“All I’m saying is it would be nice if you joined us for dinner!” Y/N slapped the kitchen counter with the tea towel in her hand. He had arrived late for dinner, again, and missed tucking in their children. Their daughter, Juniper, was eight, and their son, Tallon was four, so the nightly bedtime ritual was important to them. 

“And all I’m saying is that isn’t possible right now. For the love of Aslan, Y/N! I’m the King, I have work to do.” He had his hands pressed against the backrest of one of their kitchen chairs with his arms straight. 

“So much work that you can’t spend three fucking hours with your wife and children? They’ve been asking where you’ve been, by the way. If you even care. You leave at the ass crack of dawn and get home hours after they’re put to bed. What the hell am I supposed to tell them? Daddy’s too busy to play with you?” Caspian had never seen Y/N this angry, at least not at him. It was odd and scary. Odd and scary made him defensive. 

“You tell them that their father’s the King of Narnia, that’s what you say. My times fucking important, I need to use it wisely.” He pushed the chair forward, making it screech against the tile floor and slam into the table. 

“Oh, so we’re not important enough for your precious royal time? Nice to know, Caspian.” Y/N leaves the kitchen quickly, trying to hide her tears. Caspian lets out a deep sigh and runs a hand down his face. He was beyond exhausted and now, instead of treated his wife like the Queen she was, he treated her like garbage. He knew she was right, too. Y/N wasn’t asking much and yet he let his temper get the best of him. 

Y/N closed the door to her and Caspian’s room quietly. While the married couple had been discussing loudly in the kitchen, the bedroom was closer to her children and she didn’t want to wake them. 

She stared at her reflection in the mirror. Makeup was running down her cheeks and her eyes were red and puffy. She took a damp rag and wiped away her smudged makeup. 

“Mama?” A high pitched voice behind Y/N sounded. She turned around to see Juniper holding a crying Tallon’s hand. Juniper also looked like she had been crying, judging by the tear streaks on her cheeks. 

“Oh, sweethearts, what happened?” Y/N took Tallon into her arms and he immediately clung to her. She kissed his dark curls and sat on the bed. 

“You and Daddy don’t love each other anymore,” Juniper sniffled as if she was trying to hold back tears. She had to be strong for her younger brother. Y/N reached out her free arm and her young daughter stepped into it. 

“What makes you think that, pumpkin?” Tallon rested his head on Y/N’s shoulder and began to suck his thumb. 

“You and Daddy were not very nice to each other,” She answered solemnly, looking up at Y/N with her big doe eyes. She had the same eyes as Caspian and they melted Y/N’s heart every time. 

“Oh, I’m sorry we woke you, sweetheart. Me and Daddy just disagreed about something, that’s all. We still love each other very, very much. And we love you two even more.” Y/N kissed Junipers temple. She always seemed to look more like Y/N, except for her eyes. Tallon, however, was a spitting image of his father. He had inherited Caspians hair, face structure, and eyes. Both had Caspians strong will and Y/N’s kind heart, making them both very polite and sweet kids. 

Caspian knocks on the open door hesitantly. “May I come in?”

“Daddy!” Juniper yelled, rushing from Y/N and into his arms. She hadn’t seen him in over a week. 

“Juni!” Caspian replied, scooping the young girl into his arms and attacking her face with kisses. She giggled loudly and hugged her father’s neck. Watching them together made Y/N smile and some of her distaste towards her husband melted away. Some. Caspian’s gaze met Y/N’s and he set his daughter down. 

“Love, I’m sorry about what I said. I didn’t mean it.” He walked over and sat next to her on the bed. “I should prioritize my family, and I haven’t been. You all are so important to me.”

“So what are you going to do to fix it, Cas?” 

“Well, I’m going to make sure to be home by six. That way I can have dinner and maybe read these monkeys a bedtime story.” He poked Tallon’s stomach and he squirmed. 

“A bedtime story?” Juniper asks, a smile gracing her face. 

~

Caspian sat in the big rocking chair in Tallon’s room. Juniper was situated on his lap and Tallon was nestled in his bed. The younger boy was already more than half asleep, but the girl was intent on hearing the story. 

“Then, just as Princess Y/N was about to steal the evil Telmarine’s sword from his hand, another came and took hers!” Juni gasped with her hands in knuckles. 

“Oh no! Does she die?!” 

“No, because a handsome, dashing, chivalrous, brave man by the name of Prince Caspian-”

“Handsome? Dashing? Brave? More like annoying. Princess Y/N had it handled.” Y/N laughed fondly from her place leaning against the door frame. Juni erupted into a fit of giggles and Caspian shot Y/N a playful look before returning to his daughter. 

“Anyway, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted… the handsome, dashing, chivalrous, daring Prince Caspian rode in on his horse and saved Princess Y/N. He pulled her onto his horse and together they defeated the evil Telmarines. Princess couldn’t help but fall in love with the Prince, and he the Princess, so the two got married and lived happily ever after. The end.”

“That’s it?! That’s the end?! What about the other Kings and Queens? Did they ever fall in love and get married?” Juni propelled herself off of Caspian’s lap and looked at her mom expectantly. 

“That’s a story for another day, love. It’s time for bed, it’s way past your bedtime.” The eight-year-old whined and stomped into her room. 

“Go put her down, I’ll be in our room.” Y/N told Caspian and walked out the door. 

~ 

“Love, are you mad at me?” Caspian said as he entered. Y/N had already tucked herself into bed and had the light turned off. 

“I’m not mad, I’m hurt.” Caspian rid himself of his day clothes and crawled into bed next to her, wrapping an arm around her waist. 

“Babygirl, I’m sorry. I should have never said those things.” He kissed the back of Y/Ns shoulder.

“I know, but it still hurt. You’re never home anymore and I miss you. The kids miss you.”

“I promise I’ll be home earlier from now on. I let work get in the way of my family and that’s not okay.” Y/N turned to face him. While it was dark, she could still see his piercing eyes. 

“You’re right, it’s not okay. But, I reacted badly too, and I’m sorry. I should have been more understanding of your schedule. I should have respected that you have responsibilities outside of home.” 

“It’s alright, my love. I need to be here for my family. I love you, Y/N. Let’s get some sleep and talk more in the morning?” He kissed her forehead on his pillow, his hair sprawling out in every direction. 

“I love you, Caspian. Sleep well.” 

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Your Love Is My Drug

Clay Spenser x Reader

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“Where is Y/N? I've not seen her around tonight?” Ray asked Clay as he brought a fresh round of beers over.

“She’s out with her best friend, something about a much needed catch up” Clay laughed checking his phone to see the fifth drunk selfie came through making him smile. “They are on their way here now, just a warning she is drunk judging by her texts so let’s not feed her any more alcohol”

“Let the girl live a little” Sonny smirked knowing full well he wasn’t going to listen to Clay.

“You don’t have to deal with her hungover ass tomorrow” Clay said pointing the beer bottle at Sonny “I do, and trust me she’s hard work but it’s good job she’s cute”

As Clay brought the bottle to his lips the doors to the pub slammed opened followed by fits of giggles that made his heart skip a beat, looking over he saw you on the floor, heels in hand, laughing to the point you were crying. Making his way through the crowd he made his way to you, wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you to your feet.

“Sorry Clay, she just kept knocking the shots back” Lexi laughed.

“It’s fine Lex, it’s not your fault” Clay smiled as he made sure you were steady on your feet. “She’s had a long week at work so knew she’d end up drunk”

“You got her?” She asked.

“Yeah you go enjoy the rest of the night” Clay laughed.

“Clay hiiiiiii” you slurred placing your hand on his cheek.

“Hi babygirl” he smirked “how much have you had to drink tonight?”

“Only a ikkle bit” you whispered, holding your thumb and index finger slightly apart. “Am not drunk”

“You sure about that” he whispered, kissing you softly.

“Urm Nope” you giggled as you wiggled out his arms and stumbled over to the boys. The moment you were at the table you placed your heels in the center before working out which drink was Clay’s with a puzzled look on your face.

“He finished his darling” Sonny smirked, picking up a bottle and passing it to you. “But you good friend Sonny got you, your own”

“Thanks” you grinned, taking the beer off him, bringing the bottle to your lips, pretty much downing the whole bottle within minutes until Clay took the bottle off you. “Hey I wasn’t finished” you huffed as he sat down pulling you into his knees, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“No more baby” he whispered making you pout, “I’m just thinking of the hangover you will have tomorrow, you need to sober up a bit”

“You’re no fun” you said trying to fake cry but it wasn’t happening. “Clay Spenser the buzz kill”

“You will thank me in the morning” he laughed, kissing the top of your head. Before taking his cap off, giving it you to wear. “So just soft drinks for you now”

“Clay was right” Jase laughed “you are like an excited little puppy when drunk”

“A big fluffy golden retriever” you grinned before turning to Clay “no you’re the golden retriever” you giggled tapping his nose. “A big blonde golden retriever”

“Yeah definitely now more alcohol for you babygirl” Clay laughed at the annoyed face you were pulling, you thought you looked intimidating but to him you just looked cute.

A couple of hours had passed and you weren’t sobering up, thanks to Sonny. It looked like you were just drinking lemonade when in reality it was a double vodka and lemonade. It was always the same when you went out drinking, you’d always end up back here with your boys. But this was the first time you had been completely shitfaced and Clay decided to cut your alcohol off warning the boys not to give you any more but Sonny never listened.

You were all now around the pool table, Clay and Ray were playing whilst the rest of you hung around the table. Jason currently had his arm around your waist keeping you up right as there were no chairs. Leaning back against him you watched Clay, it was like the whole room disappeared when you looked at him, no one else mattered.

Feeling your heart skip a beat as he started laughing at something you realised just how in love with him your were, he was the one, the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

“Maybe I need some rehab, or maybe just need some sleep. I got a sick obsession. I'm seeing it in my dreams” you started to sing, there was no music just your drunk voice.

“Okay who’s been giving my girl alcohol” Clay laughed looking around the room. He knew you only randomly start singing without music at a certain level of drunk. Placing the pool cue down he took your drink out of your hands taking a sip before shaking his head at you laughing before looking at his best friend. “Sonny”

“Hey you try saying no to her when she gives you the puppy dog eyes” Sonny laughed.

“Yeah it’s game over when she gives you them eyes” Clay smirked, kissing the top of your head, taking the drink off you. “No more babygirl okay, I do not need you throwing up on the way home”

“I'm looking down every alley, I'm makin' those desperate calls, I'm staying up all night hoping. Hittin' my head against the wall. What you got, boy, is hard to find, I think about it all the time, I'm all strung out, my heart is fried, I just can't get you off my mind” you sang loudly as you wiggled out of Jase’s grasp to go to Clay, but you couldn’t really walk in a straight line at this point so stumbled, nearly face planting the floor of it wasn’t for Clay catching you. Wrapping your arms around his neck you had a massive grin on your face as you got lost in his blue eyes as you carried on the song. “Because your love, your love, your love is my drug. Your love, your love, your love. I said your love, your love, your love is my drug. Your love, your love, your love. Won't listen to any advice. Momma's telling me I should think twice. Better left to my own devices. I'm addicted, it's a crisis”

As much as Clay tried to be mad at his best friend letting you drink more he couldn’t stay mad for long, one look in your eyes and he was grinning like an idiot, his hands were planted on your hips as you ran your fingers across his skin.

“My friends think I've gone crazy. My judgment is getting kinda hazy. My steeze is gonna be affected. If I keep it up like a lovesick crackhead” you giggled running your hands down his solid chest, not breaking eye contact. You paused for a moment, biting your bottom lip as you tried to remember the lyrics of the song but your mind was in a drunken haze. “Oh fuck I forgot the song”

“Thank god you are making my ears bleed” Lexi laughed making you give her the middle finger.

“Wait i've got this” you slurred as you hummed the song trying to remember where you got to, but little did you know Ray was filming the whole thing ready to tease you with come the morning. “I don't care what people say. The rush is worth the price I pay, I get so high when you're with me. But crash and crave you when you leave” you giggled as your hands still roamed Clay’s upper body.

Clay knew you couldn’t remember the whole song, but he didn’t care because he knew that even with you being so drunk that you meant every word you sung badly. Moving his hands to your waist he smirked leaning your back slightly as you moved one arm around his neck and the other on his cheek as he took a step, causing him to be closer to you but still making sure you were still standing before his lips connected with yours, the kiss was full of love and passion, and made your head spin even more. One kiss left your body tingling, your heart was racing all because of one man.

Pulling away from the kiss you stared into his eyes with a massive grin on your face.

“I love you Babygirl” Clay grinned.

“I love you too” you giggled as you started stroking his beard. “Hey I like your beard”

The whole group erupted into laughter as Clay guided you to a small round table Sonny had found, in one movement Clay picked you up making you squeal before he placed you down on the table. “One more game baby then we are going home”

“Okay” you nodded as you learn back against the wall.

After about 10 minutes Ray nudged Clay making him look over in your direction to find you were now asleep resting your head against the wall.

“Well I guess that’s us out” He smiled hugging his brothers and Lexi. Carefully he wrapped his arms around you picking you up bridal style he knew that you had a hard week at work so he purposely only had a few beers and was still good to drive. The slight movement disturbed you as Clay adjusted his grip to make sure he didn’t drop you.

“Hey” you mumbled in a half asleep drunken state.

“Babygirl go back to sleep” Clay whispered looking down at you with love in his eyes. “I’ve got you”

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[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 9]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; blowjob, dirty talk/mild degradation, sir!kink, name calling, fingering, v v v v mild impregnation kink,  filming/sex tapes, fucking in public, dom!seungcheol, uh oh is trouble is brewing in this chapter??? He h, , 😏, again thank you for your continued support! 🥺💕 and can I also say that not giving myself a chapter limit on this bad boy is really letting me ramble? LOL this was meant to be a short chapter and I cut it off right before the meaty bits(you’ll know where) but I was like no I'll give my readers a nice weekend gift instead of another cliffhanger 😌🍒 have a nice weekend bbys! ily!! 💕

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - ?

You wake up earlier than Seungcheol by 45 minutes; sleepy eyes sweeping across the quiet apartment.

The sound of his soft snoring lures you towards the sofa; softly tiptoeing your way over until you hover just above him.

“‘Cheol…” He sighs softly, adjusting from his side to his back as you grin. You round the sofa, swinging your leg gently until you can sit on top of his thighs.

Seungcheol grunts softly at this; blurry eyes blinking open until they focus on your figure. “Wuh--what?” His voice is much deeper and much more gravelly in the morning and it sends your body into overdrive, goosebumps rising on your skin when his hands immediately find purchase on your thighs. “What are you doing so early in the morning?”

“Nothin’~ Just thought I’d say thank you for last night, s’all…” You mumble.

“Lemme get my phone so I--”

“No!” A blush sweeps across your cheeks, hands peeling back the blanket that covers Seungcheol until his naked chest and boxer briefs are in view. “No, I--I don’t want to film this. I just want you to enjoy it... ” Whispering, your hands travel down his torso; admiring his toned body. “I think you deserve it after everything you’ve done for me.”

His cock throbs as he watches you, slow and unhurried in your movements when you palm him over his boxer briefs. “We have 45 minutes before you need to start getting ready for work~ Think of it as… morning exercise~” You giggle, squeezing his cock as he groans.

“Fuck, for who, exactly?”

You pout down at him, fingertips tugging his underwear down until his cock curves against his abdomen. “You can burn calories when you cum, y’know!” Seungcheol laughs breathily; sleepy eyes peering up at you as you wrap a delicate hand around his cock. “I mean, it’s not a lot but it’s still something~”

“Okay, okay, I’ll take your word for it.”

His morning voice has you biting your lip; pussy clenching around emptiness when you start to imagine how much deeper it could possibly get in the right scenario.

But for now, you focus on Seungcheol as you run your hand up and down his cock; palm wet with precum. “Is it weird to wake up with a boner in the morning?” Seungcheol sputters; a choked laugh on his lips.

“To be fair, it’s rather normal.”

“Huh… can’t imagine.”

It falls into comfortable silence, only the sounds of Seungcheol’s breathy moans in the otherwise quiet space.

You lick your lips, re-adjusting yourself until you’re kneeling between his legs instead. “Can’t be making a mess on your nice sofa, right?”

Seungcheol smirks down at you, resting his arms behind his head. “Better swallow it all, babygirl. If I even see a drop on the sofa, you know what happens, right?” His voice is eerily sweet and sends thrums of arousal down your spine.

“Yes, sir~”

He grits his teeth at ‘sir’; eyes fixated on your tongue when you start to softly lap at the precum that dribbles from the head of his cock. “God, this just makes me think of all the things I wanted to say to you last night.”

You peer up at him through your lashes, tongue tracing the vein on the underside of his cock. “Whaddya wanna say?” Your words are slurred together as you continue to lap at his cock; lips wrapping around his cock head as you swallow around him.

“Ngh, sh--shit, I--God, you were so fuckin’ cute taking my cock for the first time. And I wanted to praise you for takin’ me so well for the first time too. But I know I couldn't say that on camera.” He lets out a shaky breath when he feels you slowly start to take more of his cock into your mouth.

“You were so good for me, baby. So fuckin’ filthy when you fingered yourself with my cum...”

You moan around his cock which in turn sends goosebumps rising on his skin. “Fuck, I’m---I’m not gonna last long…” He warns; hips already thrusting up into your mouth as you continue to swallow around him. You pull off of his cock for a second, wrapping your hand around him again as you start to pump your hand up and down again.

“You can cum whenever you want~ And maybe next time just cum inside me too!” You pout.

Seungcheol nods just as you wrap your lips around him again; this time using your hand on the rest of his cock that doesn’t fit in your mouth.

His breaths get quicker and he feels his abdomen tightening by the second, only a choked noise as a warning before he’s cumming in your mouth.

You let out a surprised yelp as you immediately start swallowing the warm cum, hollowing your cheeks around him as you work him through his high.

He whispers your name a few seconds later and you pull off of him again, licking at your chapped lips. “Good?”

Seungcheol nods back, laughing lightly at your disheveled appearance.

“Good.”

“Hey hyung! Hey hyung!”

Seungcheol turns around, cheeks already aflame when he meets Jeongguk’s inquisitive stare. “Yes, ‘Guk?”

The younger male slides a candy bar across the concession stand’s counter top, eyebrows wiggling. “Say, do you need a cameraman?”

“What.”

Jeongguk lets out an exasperated sigh, “Y’know, someone to help… film. Get your good angles. You know what I mean?” He slides the candy bar further towards Seungcheol’s direction. “I’m your man, y’know? I got you, hyung.”

Seungcheol can only grimace in return, swiping the candy bar off of the counter top before he turns to leave. “I don’t think that’ll ever happen but on the offset chance it does, I’ll be sure to let you know. And for the record, one candy bar is not going to sway me.” Seungcheol laughs, shaking his head as he starts to walk away.

“Hey, wait!”

“Yeah?”

Jeongguk ushers him back; wrapping an arm around his shoulder as he leans in. “Me and a few of my buddies are going clubbing tomorrow night. It’s nothing major, just a few drinks after work but did you wanna come? You can bring your sweet babygirl with you.” He snickers, watching as the blush travels up to Seungcheol’s ears.

“I’ll see if she wants to come but I’m not promising anything, okay?”

“Hey man, a ‘maybe’ is good enough for me! Y’know, I specifically planned for Thursday ‘cause I knew you’d be busy on Friday, what with your new… career and all.”

The older male bites his lip; Jeongguk had no idea of the video. Yet.

“Uh, right. Anyways, I gotta go before Namjoon gets my ass for not cleaning the skates. I’ll talk to you later.”

Seungcheol makes it home in record speed; this time flinging the door open as he kicks his shoes off. “I’m back!”

Mild confusion crosses his features when he smells food cooking, shuffling into the kitchen as he sees your figure setting up plates of food. “I hope you don’t mind! I cracked open those cookbooks for dinner… Thought I’d try to be helpful around here!”

You shoot him a smile as you make your way into the living room where you set down the plates of food onto the coffee table. “Also… because we have to review this video before I can post it and I know how awkward that can be for the first time so I thought I’d soften the blow a little.”

“Guess that’s fair!” Seungcheol settles in next to you, a soft chuckle on his lips. “Hey, wanna hear something funny that happened at work today?”

“I’m scared, but sure!”

“Jeongguk offered to help us film.” You immediately choke on your food, setting down your plate as you try to catch your breath. “He--he w-what?” Seungcheol can only nod as he shovels another forkful into his mouth.

“Yeah, said somethin’ ‘bout getting my good angles ‘n stuff. Told him I don’t think we’d get that desperate for extra hands but that if we did, I’d let him know.”

This time you can’t stop the laughter that pours out of you; a soft blush on your cheeks. “Wow, I--I’m a little flattered, to be honest. Maybe once we’re more comfortable, we can enlist his help!”

Seungcheol’s eyes widen, panic clear in his eyes when he meets your cheery expression. “Wait, seriously? You wouldn’t mind him being here and filming for us? Wouldn’t that be weird?” Giggling in return, you pick up your plate again, picking at it as you stare back at Seungcheol.

“I mean, think about it, I’ve always filmed alone for the longest time until I met you. And now I’m getting to explore so many new things, also thanks to you. Having someone film for me… That---That just opens a lot of possibilities, is all. Obviously, neither of us are comfortable with it now but who knows, right? Maybe once we’re billionaires off of making sex tapes, we can afford a whole team of people~!”

“Wow, do I really sound like that?”

Seungcheol grimaces in embarrassment as he watches the video with you. “I told you it’d be embarrassing the first time!”

His shaky eyes focus back onto the screen, mouth agape as he watches his cock sinking into your pussy. “Fuck, I didn’t think it’d be this hot but… I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen… Not to toot my own horn or anything.” He mumbles.

“It’s okay to be proud of yourself, ‘Cheol! Confidence is a good thing and it takes a lot to film this kinda stuff anyway.”

You check to see how much of the video is left, noting it’s almost close to the end. “I think we did good and nothing’s out of place or too much. Is it okay with you to upload?” Seungcheol nods, “Seems good to me! I mean we cut off the beginning so it’s cleaned up, right?”

“Mmhmm!”

You start on uploading the video, biting the inside of your cheek as you slightly turn to face Seungcheol. “I don’t know what to title the video…” You mutter; sliding the laptop towards him as he furrows his brow in thought. His fingertips glide across the keyboard before he slides the laptop back in your direction.

‘daddy makes me take his big cock as punishment after i misbehave…’

“Don’t judge me, it’s just--s-similar titles I’ve seen before.” You laugh in response, getting back into uploading and adding various tags and a video description. “It’s what gets the people!”

“Speaking of people…” Seungcheol pauses, unsure. “Uh, feel free to say no but Jeongguk invited us out for drinks tomorrow night. Said it’s just a few of his friends. I told him I’d ask you but if you’re not comfortable, we don’t have to go.”

You contemplate your options, watching as the upload progress on the video goes up. “I mean… why not? I haven’t gone out for drinks in a loooong time, so it might be fun! We can always bail if it gets weird.”

Seungcheol nods as he gets up from the sofa, stretching. “Okay, I’ll come back after work to come get you and so I can get changed and then we’ll meet up with ‘Guk and his friends at the club.” The video finishes rendering and you quickly hit the ‘upload’ button before you smile up at Seungcheol.

“Sounds good!”

Thursday’s workday comes and goes quicker than Seungcheol thinks and he actually finds himself excited to go out for once.

“See you in a bit, Seungcheol-hyung!” Jeongguk waves him off from behind the concession stand, a bright smile on his lips. “Ah, yeah! I’ll meet you at the club! Don’t forget to turn off the slushie machine this time!”

He makes his way out to his car after he clocks out, humming as he goes. Sliding into the driver’s seat, he reaches for his phone as he turns the key to start the car.

“Hello?”

“Hey baby, just wanted to let you know I’m heading back. ‘Guk is off of work in about 30 minutes so don’t feel rushed to get ready.”

“Okay~ See you soon, ‘Cheol!”

“I’m home!”

“Welcome back!”

You meet Seungcheol at the door, already dressed in a short red dress and heels. “Well? How do I look?” You spin for him, showing off your outfit.

“Wow, that----that’s quite an outfit.” He exhales, “You look incredible.”

“Thanks! I’m actually pretty excited!” Seungcheol mimics your excitement as he crosses the space towards you, arm wrapped around your waist as he pulls you in close. “Mm, I’m excited too. Maybe if we’re lucky, we can see how well this dress looks on the floor too?”

“If we’re lucky~”

When you and Seungcheol get to the club, it’s somewhat empty in front.

“Seems about right for a Thursday, I guess.” Seungcheol offers, wrapping an arm around your waist again. “It’s kind of a dead part of town too, so this doesn’t surprise me.” He laughs, “Maybe we shouldn’t have gotten our hopes up.”

“Heyyyy, don’t be such a party pooper!”

The two of you turn to find Jeongguk with another male walking up the sidewalk. “Just ‘cause it’s a little empty doesn’t mean we can’t drink!” Seungcheol jokingly rolls his eyes as he tugs you in closer.

“You better watch yourself this time ‘cause you’re on your own. I didn’t drive and I’ve got this ‘lil lady to take care of.”

Jeongguk grins widely, shuffling closer towards the two of you. “Speaking of… Great video. Fuckin’ impeccable. I can’t believe hyung is packin’. Well, I can but whew, seeing it like that? Surprised you’re still walkin’ around.”

Oh, shit. The video!

You and Seungcheol share a panicked look; neither of you had even bothered to look at the video once it’d been uploaded, which meant that you had absolutely no idea how it was doing or what people were saying. “Ah, haha, ye--yeah! T--thanks for watching…” You mumble, suddenly shy.

Jeongguk wraps an arm around the unknown male’s shoulders, nodding in thought. “Had to give my support so you know I dropped a few bills in donations.” He tips his imaginary hat towards Seungcheol, winking. “Fantastic work, Seungcheol-hyung.”

“Shouldn’t we also be praising the lovely Cherry for her performance as well?” The unnamed male smiles widely, eyes forming crescents. “You’re pretty on camera but you’re just stunning in person.”

“I---uh, do I… Know you?”

Seungcheol’s eyes narrow slightly at the male, finding him somewhat familiar despite never meeting him before.

“Well, maybe? I’ve commented and donated a few times. My name’s Jimin. Or ‘j__min’ if that’s how you know me.” He adds a wink and a slight smirk, eyes twinkling when he focuses his attention towards Seungcheol. “And I have a feeling, I know who you are too. Although as far as I knew, the two of you had never met before. Correct me if I’m wrong?”

Seungcheol doesn’t immediately want to get hostile over nothing, so he untenses his jaw; eyes dancing over to you. “It’s.. a long story. And yes, your assumptions are right. But you can just call me Seungcheol.”

You and Jeongguk can feel the tenseness in the air as the four of you stand outside of the club and you share a look that screams ‘let’s change the subject’. “Oooookay, now that we’ll all introduced, let’s go drink!” 

“Hey, wait...” Seungcheol starts, “I thought you said a couple of friends? Where’s everyone else?” Jeongguk pouts, sighing. 

“They bailed. Said they didn’t wanna drink on a Thursday so it’s just the four of us!”Jeongguk all but drags Jimin towards the entrance, leaving you and Seungcheol alone.

“You okay, ‘Cheol?”

“I should be asking you that, baby.” He chuckles under his breath, shooting you a lopsided smile. “Guess this town is smaller than I thought.”

You laugh in return, wrapping your arms around his midsection as you tug him towards the entrance. “Hey, it’s okay! He doesn’t seem like a bad guy. Maybe a ‘lil sleazy but y’know.” The two of you share a laugh as you get through security; fingers linked together.

“If he tries anything, just let me know.” Nodding, you lead Seungcheol to a table that Jeongguk and Jimin are already sitting at, sliding into the seats across from them. “Holy fuck, you already got drinks?!” You exclaim, noting the glasses in their hands.

“Yeah! You guys walk so fuckin’ slow, I could’ve downed four drinks in the time it took you to get over here!” Jimin scoffs next to him, taking a sip of his own drink. “Didn’t Seungcheol say you’re on your own?”

“Won’t you take care of me?”

“No.”

You laugh at their exchange, leaning into Seungcheol. “Should we get some drinks too?” He nods, already getting up from his seat as he gestures for you to stay. “Stay here, I’ll get some for us.”

Seungcheol leaves to get the two of you something to drink, leaving you with Jeongguk and Jimin. “Hey, are you and hyung like… dating dating?”

A blush paints your cheeks even in the dimmed club lights and it only gets worse when you notice Jimin smirking at you. “Um, well, I--I wouldn’t say that but…” You trail off, unsure of what to say next. Were you dating? Or was it just physical?

“Hey, my offer still stands if you wanna film with me!” Jimin shouts over the music, shrugging. “Although, I don’t think your boyfriend would like it very much.”

“Boyfriend?” Seungcheol questions as he sits back down next to you. “Who?”

“You!” Jeongguk and Jimin both reply, laughing. Seungcheol hands you your drink before taking a sip of his own. He makes no comment; a little uneasy about the topic himself.

“Anyway, my offer still stands at being the cameraman. I’m really good at video editing too!”

You and Seungcheol have a few more drinks, delving into idle conversation with the other two before you decide you want to dance.

“Mind if I join you?” Jimin asks, eyes flitting towards Seungcheol. “If it’s okay?”

You and Seungcheol share a look, but he breaks eye contact to raise an eyebrow at Jimin. “It’s not my decision, I’m not her keeper.”

You turn to Jimin, a slight pout on your lips. “Just mind your hands, okay?” He nods, grinning as he leads you towards the dance floor.

Jeungguk takes the opportunity to replace you as he plops into the seat next to Seungcheol as soon as the two of you are out of sight, drink sloshing in his cup.

“You’re jealous.”

“What?” Seungcheol shoots the younger male an incredulous look right before taking a swig of his drink. “You’re drunk and sounding crazy.”

“Puhhhh---lease, hyung. You like her. Like, actually like her. Just admit it, we all know it!”

Seungcheol’s lips press into a firm line, eyes scanning the dancefloor until they fall on you and Jimin dancing together. “Okay, yes, I do like her.” He pauses, biting the inside of his cheek when he sees Jimin’s hands on your waist. “Now can we drop it?”

“No way! ‘Cause I know you’re jealous as fuck right now watching them dancing together which is why you can’t fuckin’ take your eyes off of them to even look at me!”

“How much you wanna bet your boy-toy is imagining ripping my head off right now?”

You roll your eyes at Jimin’s comment, swaying to the beat as he puts his hands on your waist. “C’mon, play with me a little here, doll.” He tugs you in closer, making sure to keep a reasonable distance at first. “He likes you a lot, y’know. I can feel the way he burns holes in my head wishing I wasn’t here. But the truth is, I love it.” His words have you confused, eyebrows furrowing as you hold his stare.

“What are you talking about, Jimin? Have you had too many to drink too?”

He laughs boisterously, pulling you into him as your chest meets his. “I love playing with people, just like how I’m playing with Seungcheol right now. I think it’s a fun little game, y’know? For example, in a few seconds he’s gonna march down here and take you right from my arms, fuck you nice and hard if you’re lucky and he’s pissed enough. Unfortunately, the two of you are easy books to read. You like being fucked hard and let’s be real, you love it messy. And Seungcheol, well, he’s practically in love with you and green is definitely not his colour.” Jimin ends in a wink, squeezing your ass once for good measure.

“Oopsies, here comes your loverboy now. Hey, call me if you ever need help, yeah? You know where to find me~” Jimin blows you a kiss right before you’re spinning to face Seungcheol who looks undeniably annoyed.

“Having fun I see.” He grins, eyes burning with lust as he wraps a hand around your wrist. “Wanna have some more?”

You can only gulp in return, nodding shakily as he drags you towards an empty hall.

The music gets more and more muffled the deeper he drags you into the club and you mentally curse yourself when you feel the wetness already pooling in your panties.

Seungcheol tugs you into a small private room meant for parties, locking the door behind him as he pushes you towards one of the sofas. “Guess we won’t be having that quiet night in, hmm?” He picks his phone out of his pocket, silently telling you to catch it as he throws it your way.

Your shaky hands open the camera app, pressing record and making sure to keep Seungcheol’s face out of frame when you lean against the back of the plush material.

“Jeez, babygirl, why do you like causing so much trouble for me, huh?”

“I’m s-sorry, sir, I just---I--”

“I take my eyes off of you for a few minutes and some guy already has his hands on your ass? Dirty slut.”

Seungcheol smirks when he sees your mouth opening in a silent moan, legs already spreading on their own as he makes his way towards you. You could feel the air shift; already knowing the mood he was trying to set. “Fuck, look at you. Already spreading your legs so I can fuck you. Just like a good ‘lil slut should.”

“Ye--yes, please si--sir, fuck me, please!”

He pries your legs apart even further, slotting himself between them as his hands slowly start to push the material of your dress higher and higher until it bunches up around your waist. “Soaking your panties already too? You’re so goddamn easy.”

From your view, the camera can’t see much. But at this point, you don’t even care. “Please, please…” You whine; already squirming underneath him.

Seungcheol undoes the button and zipper of his pants, tugging his underwear down with it as he wraps a hand around his already hard cock.

“Do I need to prep your tight ‘lil cunt or is it wet enough for me already?”

You shakily reach your free hand down, sliding your panties to the side before running your fingertips through the  wetness. “I’m--I’m wet enough, sir…” He pushes your hand away, grinning at you before he tears the material right off of your body.

“S--Sir!!”

Seungcheol laughs under his breath, tapping the head of his cock against your clit a few times before he drags it through your wetness and positions himself at your entrance. He gives you a second before he starts sinking his cock in, this time bottoming out in a single thrust when he meets no resistance. “Fuck, you really are soaking, you little slut.” You let out a garbled moan, barely remembering the phone in your hand as Seungcheol starts thrusting into you at a moderate pace.

You keep your legs spread to the best of your ability, soft whines spilling from your lips when the head of his cock grazes your cervix. “God, sir, you’re s-so fucking big, it--I’m so fuh--full…!” He leans in, plucking the phone from your hands as he turns the camera to face you instead.

“Look at her. My perfect ‘lil slut taking my cock so well. Don’t you think I should give her more?” His eyes twinkle with mischief as he brings his free hand towards his lips; licking the digits until they’re well coated in his saliva. “Do you think you deserve my fingers too? Or is that ‘lil cunt of yours too full?”

“N-no, please I--I want your fingers too, god, I--I want them in my pussy with y-your cock!”

Seungcheol doesn’t say another word; instead, he angles the camera right up to your pussy as he brings his wet digits closer, pausing his thrusts as he slowly sinks in a finger next to his cock. “Oh---oh fuck, yes!” You scream, clenching around his cock and finger. He clenches his jaw, because as much as he’d to sink more of his fingers into you, he knew that you still had to get used to the feeling at first.

And it takes a few tense moments and harsh breaths before Seungcheol resumes his pace. “Pleeeese~” You whine, tears blurring your vision when you look up at him and he makes sure to catch it on camera.

“Please what, baby?”

“P--please, put more of your fingers…”

He takes this as a sign that you’re okay; sinking in another digit as you let out a choked moan. “Oh my god, oh my g-god…! Ngh, h-hah, ‘m so f--full, it feels so good~” You sob. Seungcheol’s throat feels dry as he watches through the phone screen how your pussy looks impossibly stretched around his cock and fingers.

“Look at her tight cunt. Fuck, I can’t even fit another finger in her pussy... Surely, this is enough for you to cum though, hmm?” He quips, thrusting into you until your words become a jumbled mix of sounds.

“Guess I fucked her stupid too, huh?”

He keeps his fingers parallel to his cock, sinking them deeper and deeper until he’s knuckle deep. “Fuck, I can feel you getting tight around me. Go ahead and cum, slut.”

It only takes a few more thrusts before you do cum; walls fluttering around Seungcheol as he fucks you through your orgasm. Your mouth can only open in a silent scream, toes curling in your heels when your mind goes blank as the pleasure washes over you. You feel your body buzzing, fingers going numb at the way Seungcheol keeps slamming into your cervix.

Seungcheol grits his teeth, doubling his pace in the midst of your orgasm. “Her pussy keeps sucking me in… Guess she wants me to cum inside her too?”

“Mmh… sir, p--please cum inside me…” You mumble, already slowly starting to come down from your high. “Want you to fill me up this time…”

And this time, Seungcheol does; grinding against you as he finally cums too. “Fuck, take all of it, baby!” He growls, fucking his cum deeper into you as he rides out his high. His head feels fuzzy; both off of the alcohol and adrenaline coursing through his veins.

“Mmh, ‘m so full of y-your cock and c-cum, sir…”

A shudder rolls down Seungcheol’s body when he starts to come down from his high; slowly easing his fingers out of you before he pulls out completely.

He brings his phone down to your pussy, filming the cum that trickles down to the sofa underneath you.

“Look at her pussy full of my cum. D’you think it’s enough to get her pregnant?” The words spill out of Seungcheol’s mouth quicker than he can think and you let out a shaky breath at his words, unintentionally pushing his cum out as he continues to film. “Or should I keep cumming in her and filling her up? Fuck my cum deeper into her pussy so I know she’ll get nice and pregnant.” He ends in a chuckle as he pans the camera up to your face; catching the way you bite your lip and the way your eyes glaze over in complete lust despite how tired you were.

“What do you think, babygirl?”

“I---I think… I think s-sir needs to---to keep filling me up with his c-cum…”

“Right answer, babygirl.”