#cross-legged (usually ok for a short time) and with one or both legs folded under me (BAD) (DON'T DO THIS)

[little-eye-guy]

actually i've gotten too healthy because now without hesitation i will sit in ways that end up hurting my knees a whole lot

[puddleorganism]

Pondering a new rancher au (yes the giant fucking bird is Jimmy) - rambling/explanation under the cut

[Image IDs:

ID 1: a digital drawing of Jimmy/SolidarityGaming and TangoTek, in which Jimmy is a massive approximately 20 foot/6 meter tall bird-like creature. He’s standing idly (to show off his design) with a nervous smile on his face. He has a long neck and long legs that make him look like a dinosaur, but he is covered in light golden-brown feathers and has wings. His wings are huge, the primaries/tips sticking out behind his back. They’re modeled after a turkey vulture’s wings. He’s got a grey hooked beak that is mostly covered in feathers. He’s also got long tail feathers that look just short of skimming the ground. His legs are dark grey with huge talons. All over his legs, wing tips, and tail feathers is a dark grey ash. Tango’s sitting cross-legged on his back/shoulders, hunched over and looking at one of those map books you usually have in your car. (Note: the next image is of Tango, so to avoid redundancy I’m going to describe his appearance better there.) /End ID 1

ID 2: a digital drawing of TangoTek, a humanoid with fire for hair and a long, thin tail tipped in fire; like how a lion’s is tipped with fur. He’s standing idly (again, to show off his design) with his hands in his pockets. He’s got light tan skin with freckles on his nose and wrist. He’s got what look to be black scales on his ears - which are long and pointed - cheeks and nose that have glowing orange cracks in them like burning wood. He’s wearing a red handkerchief over his nose and mouth and has red-tinted goggled pushed up on his forehead. He’s wearing an off-white sweater, a worn leather jacket with red accents, grey cargo pants and black boots. He also has a pale gold and brown messenger bag slung over his left (the viewer’s right) shoulder and back behind his arm. He’s also got two scuffed, worn pins on his jacket; a small, round yellow one and a tiny polyamory flag. He’s also covered in ash - even more so than Jimmy - to the point where his boots, sweater, and handkerchief are stained with it, and are almost more grey than their original colors.

ID 3: simple digital sketches of the above characters. From left to right they are: Jimmy laying down with his head bowed, and Tango standing on his tiptoes to lean against Jimmy’s head. Both their eyes are closed and their foreheads are pressed together. The next is of Tango with his goggles on and looking confused at the map book, which is folded in half in his hands. Jimmy is leaning over his shoulder to look at the map as well. Two question marks float by Tango’s head. The last is of Jimmy standing upright, one of his talons held up near his chest. In his talons he’s holding Tango who seems surprised and is kind of doing that thing that cats do when you pick them up under the arms. This sketch is captioned with the word “hold”. There’s also a small bit of wing from a drawing that’s been cropped out in the corner. /End ID 3

/End IDs]

Ok rambling time!

So it’s set in a that was similar to the modern day, but after in a post-apocalyptic world (recent enough that they both would’ve known the world before). Not a zombie apocalypse or anything, though. There may be Foes but probably not.

I’m not exactly sure what the apocalypse that happened actually is yet, but it’s left the world an ash-covered wasteland with few ruins and even fewer survivors (survivors being organisms in general, not just humans). I want the landscape to be kind of surreal and bizarre, but I haven’t decided if that’s because of the apocalypse or not. Maybe it was just Like That lol.

Anyway, one thing you may want to know more about, is why the hell is Jimmy a giant bird? And the answer is: I like giant birds. In all seriousness though, he’s cursed! Don’t know why. He was a normal ass dude. Now he’s a bird.

Tango might also be cursed? Depends on how edgy I end up wanting this to be lol. He might be an undead wraith or something who knows.

[itsallyscorner]

Omg after Tom showing off his thighs in that Jimmy Fallon interview, please please please could you write something about thigh riding him 💙

Not me immediately working on this once I saw it in my inbox💀 I’m supposed to be clearing my inbox out, but when this popped in I couldn’t help it🙈 I also haven’t done smut in a while so THANK YOU for requesting this😌💞

💌.

Use Me*

Warnings: SMUT! She’s a nasty one. If this is a bit messy, I’m sorry, I haven’t written smut in ages😭

(GIF from @tomhollandnet )

“Citizen Kane!” Your boyfriend confidently blurted out to his laptop. He must’ve done something wrong because his eyes widened in surprise.

“Oh, hang on a minute!” He stuttered placing his hand on his chest. You heard Jimmy Fallon laugh from the laptop and explain the rules of the game again. You let out a quiet laugh yourself from behind his set up, though your eyes drifted down to his bare legs that bounced up and down.

For the past few weeks, Tom has been doing promo for his new and highly anticipated film Cherry. While trying to balance filming Spider-Man 3 and doing promo, you guys barely had time to spend together. Not that it bothered you; you understood how hectic his job could get, so you weren’t phased by the back to back Zoom interviews or how he’d join you in bed late at night after a long day on set.

The lost time between the both of you must’ve finally caught up on Tom as he woke up clingier than usual. The moment his eyes fluttered open he felt the need to touch you, to have his skin pressed up against yours, and to feel the warmth that radiated off your body. He just wanted to have you near him—the reason to why he begged you to spend the entire day with him.

You should have been listening to Tom talking passionately about his film, but your mind drifted off to the gutter. Only a few feet away from you was your boyfriend sitting behind a desk, wearing a black shirt, topped with a black blazer, pantless. The only garments covering his bottom half were his boxers and socks, leaving his thighs bare and tempting to your eyes. You tried to avoid looking at them, forcing your attention to focus on the words coming out his mouth, but your eyes were constantly drifting down to his thighs. From the way Tom rubbed his rough hands on them to the way they flexed whenever he moved was starting to cause a pool of arousal to form in your panties.

Tom’s voice faded into the background as you stared blankly at his thighs, imagining how the smooth skin would feel against your wet cunt. You bit your lip, mind wandering to the thought of Tom flexing his thigh while you grinded your hips against him. The ideas in your head caused you to unconsciously squeeze your thighs together. Trying to relieve yourself of the hot tension forming in your body. Though, the action doesn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend, who had a small smirk on his face after catching you in the corner of his eyes.

A few more minutes pass and he was already finishing up his interview with Jimmy. Though you didn’t notice since your attention was still fixated on his sculpted thighs. That and you were constantly adjusting yourself in your seat because of how embarrassingly wet your panties were getting. You attempted to distract yourself with your phone and scrolled mindlessly through Instagram. You weren’t even looking at the posts, just randomly double tapping and scrolling past them. Much to your dismay, your ways of distraction failed once again. Instead of focusing on your screen, your eyes zeroed in on Tom’s legs.

“You know darling, I could practically feel your eyes burning holes into my thighs.” He suddenly teased you. You felt the heat rush to your face as you hid behind your phone screen.

“I’m not looking at your thighs.” You pathetically lied, turning your phone off, and crossing your arms. His tired but rich chocolate colored eyes capture yours. There was a hint of playfulness mixed with lust in them. He wasn’t oblivious, he could feel the tension growing in the room.

Tom tilts his head to the side, “Then why were you consistently staring at my legs?” He crossed his legs making his thighs momentarily flex again.

“I was looking at your socks.”

“What about my socks?” He quirked a brow at you.

“They’re dirty.” You shrugged.

“Really? But my socks are down there, not up here.” He cheekily quipped, motioning to his lap. You whined and threw your head back against the couch, shoving a pillow to your face in the process.

“Busted.” Tom sang huskily before pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth. He scanned your figure on the couch, eyes lingering on the way your legs were still clenched together.

“C’mere.” His voice was an octave lower, catching your attention. You pull the pillow off your face and see him gazing down at you from his seat, legs spread out in front of him. You toss your phone on the couch and walk towards him. His hands reach out for you midway, then settle to grasp on your hips.

“Mmm, baby, I can smell you.” His hands maneuver around your waist to squeeze your bum, emitting a light hum from you. You draped one of your arms around his shoulder while your hand cradled his jaw.

“Sorry, I can’t help it. Stupid thighs.” You mumble, the blush remaining on your cheeks.

“I want you to get off these stupid thighs. Use me, (y/n).” He encouraged, pulling you closer. You were about to agree but his attire reminded you that he had an interview in a few minutes.

“Wait—Tom, don’t you have another interview?” You asked him, shaking yourself out of your trance of arousal and pulling away from him. Tom whined, dragging you back towards his chest.

“In like 15 or 20 minutes, it’s enough time.” He reached behind you and slammed his laptop shut. He clumsily got out of his chair and led you to the loveseat behind him. He sat down and placed you in between his legs.

While he pulled your shorts and panties off you continued to question him, “Are you sure, Tommy?” He tapped your ankles, signaling for you to step out of your undergarments.

Tom stopped and looked up at you, “Yes, I’m sure. We have to be quick, but I just wanna feel you on me. We could continue when I’m done, promise.” He held your hands and pressed a kiss onto the back of them.

“Ok. But if you get in trouble, I swear—oh.” You were interrupted by Tom pressing a sloppy kiss above your mound. He placed your hands to rest on his shoulders and guided you to straddle his thigh. Once you were settled, he slipped two of his fingers between your legs to gather some of your wetness. He groaned at how soaked you were, leaving his fingers to slide through your folds a little bit longer. When he took them out, his fingers were covered in your glossy juices. He wiped some of your slick onto your lips before shoving his fingers into his mouth.

“Taste so fucking good, shit.” Tom growled, crashing his lips onto yours. The kiss was passionately messy; tongues dancing around each other while your teeth clashed from time to time, along with the taste of you on both your lips. Tom was the first to pull away still biting down on your bottom lip, “Come on, wanna feel you ride my thigh.” He scooted back into the seat, guiding your hips to settle down on his thigh. Your knees ached from kneeling on the couch’s material, but the burn you felt in your core urged you to put up a fight.

The moment you came into contact with his thigh felt like euphoria. Your eyes rolled back and a moan dragged out of your body. The pleasurable sensation of finally relieving the burn in your core rushed through your body. Another tension was building up in you, desperation. Grinding your hips down on him repeatedly made you obsessed with how he felt under you, making you desperate to get more.

You had no problem rocking against him, your wetness made it easy enough for you to simply slide your hips up and down the expanse of his firm thighs. Tom moaned at how soaked his skin felt while your folds rubbed up against him. Feeling you on him made him flex his thigh under you, causing you to ground your hips even harder against him. His thigh was lathered in your wetness.

“Fuck, Tom.” You whimper out, harshly squeezing his shoulders for leverage.

“You feel so good on me. You look so good using me to get off, such a pretty girl.” He praised you. He momentarily sat back to admire the way you looked at the moment. Your hair was a bit messy and you were wearing one of his shirts, which was rudely blocking his view of you on him. His long fingers hook beneath the shirt and lift it up, giving him the perfect view of your cunt gliding on his thigh. His jaw clenched at the sight taking a mental picture.

Tom sat up on the couch, gathering your shirt to bunch up right above your breast. He dives into your chest, yanking down the cups of your bra to expose your boobs. He places wet and open mouthed kisses on them, giving them both the attention they needed. You were a moaning mess above him, enjoying the way his tongue swirled around your nipples. When a dark red mark appeared on your skin he trailed the kisses up to your neck until he reached the special spot below your ear. He started off with light kisses before sinking his teeth down on your soft skin. The bite only spurred you on, hips moving faster against him.

While his mouth worked on marking your neck, his leg that you were on moved to meet your hips. The motion made your clit graze against him, forming whines to bubble out your throat. You fucked yourself harder on his thigh, making sure your clit was also rubbing against him as you chased your release. Tom felt they way your legs quivered around him, signing that you were almost there.

Tom’s arm wraps around your waist, helping you hold yourself up against him. With his other hand he gently cradles your face. His lips brush against yours and your noses occasionally bump into each other. A lopsided grin is on his face as he stares at you. He catches the way the corner of your lips quirk up for a matter of seconds until your features scrunch up in concentration again.

“You’re doing such a good job, darling. I could feel you clenching on me, you’re close aren’t you?” He latches your lips together, swallowing your moans. Your fingers pulled tighter on the ends of his hair, making him groan.

“Can’t mess the hair up.” He managed to get out. You grunted and tugged on his hair before your hands returned to his shoulders. Tom pecked your lips once more before leaning back into the couch. Without any warning, his hand lightly swated your clit. You yelped in surprise at the sudden contact. Tom only chuckled, earning him a slap to the chest and a glare from you.

“Sorry, sorry, I know we’re short on time.” He apologized and connected his thumb to your clit. The rough pad made tight circles around your bud. With the friction of his thigh against you and his thumb on your clit you were seeing stars. You were so out of it, only feeling the euphoric pleasures coursing through your senses. The quicker and sharper his circles got, the closer you felt to your relief.

“Just like that Tom, fuck. Keep going I’m close.” Your back arched. Tom shoved his head in between your breasts again, littering sloppy kisses on your chest.

“C’mon, cum on me, baby.” He urged you, holding your body flush against him. His head was tilted up at you, staring at the way your mouth was hung open in pleasure. He loved watching your face when you came, it drove him mad.

Your stomach tightens along with your legs that straddled him. You let out a mix of a shaky gasp and moan, feeling the knot in your stomach come undone. Tom threw his head back against the couch while watching you release on his thigh, your cum gushing out against him.

“Fuck.” He breathed out, eyes glued to your release. You let out pants as aftershocks from your release wracked your body. Tom was quick to guide your body against him, not caring that his clothes might wrinkle. He placed your head in the crook of his neck and pressed kisses along your face. His large hands stroke your back, helping you come down from your high. Laying against him, all he felt was you; from your heart rapidly beating against his chest to the feeling of you trying to steady your breathing.

“You alright?” He whispered against your hair. You tiredly nodded, giving yourself a moment to calm down.

“Yeah—just need a minute and I’ll get off of you.” You reply, tenderly kissing his collarbone. Tom whines tightening his grip around you, “I don’t want you to go.”

“I don’t either, but,” you reach over to tap the screen of his phone, “You’ve got eight minutes left till your next interview.”

You feel something firm poke against your leg, “How you ever wondered if you can cum in under eight minutes?” The sentence caught Tom off guard, making him raise a brow at you. You tilted your head south of his body, motioning to his dick.

Tom shifted his gaze between you and his hard on, “Wanna find out?”

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[biisexualemma]

always you. oscar diaz

word count: 1658

warnings: little bit angsty but still fluffy i swear

requested: 'hi!! i truly love your entire blog and your imagines!! you're writing is incredible! could i ask for an imagine with oscar where the reader and oscar are together but he needs constant reassurance from her that she wants to be with him bc he thinks she can do better? so shes always letting him know that he's all she wants? just a lot of fluff pls! thank you!!’

a/n: sorry aGaIN for taking literal months to write this but here it is! i don’t really love it but hopefully you do! alright bye

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your eyes rolled, slowly drifting in and out of consciousness. your brows furrowed when you heard a loud thud followed by some muffled cusses. you pushed yourself up onto your elbows, peeking one eye open, your eyes still tired from the deep sleep you'd been in seconds earlier.

you knew who it was and he came shuffling in moments later. you often fell asleep well before oscar would get home, but almost always stirred when he'd get back, as much as he tried not to wake you.

the lights were off but you could just make out his silhouette. he let out a heavy sigh, his hand moving to his face, rubbing his eyes exhausted.

"hey," you muttered, your voice soft from having just woken up. you peeped at the clock beside your bed, it was almost two in the morning. you turned back to oscar who was trudging over to your shared bed, releasing a huff when he collapsed next to you. "it’s late— everything ok?"

his body relaxed under the touch of your fingertips grazing his shoulder, he pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand. your eyes fluttered, you were so tired. you rested your head on his shoulder, eyes closing for a moment as you placed a kiss against his arm. you forced your eyes open to look at him, trying not to let yourself drift back off to sleep.

"i didn't mean to wake you," he mumbled, he sounded just as tired as you felt. you reached over and flicked on the lamp beside your bed.

the room dimly lit up, your eyes shifting straight away to the blood dripping just below his eyebrow. your eyebrows twitched into a frown, your hand touching his chin and tilting his head so you could get a better look.

"osc, you're bleeding," your teeth sinking into your bottom lip, unease sitting on your stomach. you didn't want to ask where he got it from, instead you climbed out from under the warm covers, shuffling to your shared bathroom. you knew you had a makeshift first aid kit lying around somewhere. "do i wanna know?"

oscar didn't answer you at first, he continued to lay still where you left him. he didn't want to think about it too much, and he definitely didn't want to put any images into your head. "probably not," he mumbled. guilt and tire laced his tone. he never liked having to come home to you like this. he would often try to hide it to avoid getting you up in the middle of the night. but you had a sixth sense, you always knew, somehow, when he was hurt. he knew you deserved better than this.

this guilt had being weighing on him for quite some time and he didn't know what to do with it. he loved you, much more than you were aware of. he knew he'd do anything for you but he couldn't help but doubt everything when this kind of thing happened (which was a lot).

you moved back over to the bed, seating yourself down with your legs crossed. you patted your lap, and oscar compliantly moved so his head rested between your folded legs. you pulled out an anti-septic wipe and began to clean up the blood surrounding the wound.

he watched your face as you hovered over him, upside down. your bottom lip tugged under your teeth, eyebrows furrowed softly, careful not to hurt him as you tended to him gently.

"sorry," he was practically whispering.

your eyebrows unknitted when he spoke, losing your concentration for a second. you glanced away from the wound and down to where his eyes lay. you noticed how his eyelashes fluttered, his brown eyes tired. you shook your head, brushing off his apology.

"don't be," you mumbled, your fingers touched his temple so he would turn his head. you continued to clean out the wound, ignoring his hard stare. "as long as it never gets any worse. i couldn't have you look any worse than this..." you trailed off, trying not to put those images into your head.

you finished cleaning him up, throwing your bits away, and repositioning him so he lay with his head on your lap again. you moved one hand to his face, running your thumb across his cheek.

"what you thinkin' about?" you mumbled softly. you leaned back against the headboard, your eyes growing tired again. his eyebrows were furrowed slightly with unease.

"that you deserve better than this," he didn't hesitate when he spoke because he really meant it.

he wanted to leave all this, to live a life with you away from everything tying him to freeridge. the fact that he couldn't give that to you right now, was starting to take it's toll. especially when he knew you this was all you wanted. he knew you didn't approve of his lifestyle, you had said so when you first started dating. but you learned, over time, to push it aside and not think about it. you loved him and would do anything to be with him. he didn't want you to go through that for him.

feeling more awake now, you frowned, approaching the conversation with caution. "better than what?"

"being woken up every night to fix me up."

"stop getting hurt then, problem solved," you tried to make light of where you saw this conversation going.

"i'm serious, y/n," he cut you short. he sighed, sitting up, his back facing you now. he didn't often call you by your name, he usually stuck to some kind of pet name. so it left a weird feeling in your stomach when he did.

"oscar," you mimicked his sigh. "can we not get into this— it's late," you really were exhausted, you couldn't imagine how tired oscar must be. you didn't trust having this conversation with him when you were both moody and tired. "you know i love you.."

"yeah, i know," he ran a hand across his face. his exasperated sigh made you think that wasn't what he needed to hear. it stung a little. "that's what makes it worse."

your eyebrows knitted, you didn't want to hear this now, or ever. for a moment you felt as if your relationship was very one sided, something you'd never worried about before with oscar. he was always very affectionate with you in private, he made sure to tell you he loved you at least once a day.

"please, i really don't want to get into this with you, osc," your voice cracked slightly, fear of where it would lead if you carried this conversation on.

"you can't just ignore it," he snipped. you touched his shoulder, gripping it so you could make him face you again. you knew oscar could get a little insecure when it came to you, but you never gave him any reason to be. you were perfectly happy with him, he just couldn't see it.

"i'm not ignoring anything," you sighed. oscar observed now how tired you looked, the feeling in the pit of his stomach worsening. "i love you, ok? is that not enough? i don't picture us running away together. i picture this. because this is the reality and that is what i am content with. i don't need you to be anything else because i love you. as you are, no matter what you do."

you felt yourself getting upset that you had to spell this out for him. you knew what you were getting into when things started getting serious between you two. you could've pulled away at anytime but you didn't want to. you were still here because oscar was it for you, and you knew that even if he couldn't see it.

his expression softened. "i don't want this to be your reality," he relaxed his head, looking away from you. you were torturing him, looking at him like that. "i want more for you."

you felt a lump growing in your throat, it was upsetting to hear him talk like this. you shuffled, moving so you could wrap your arms around his stomach, your head pressed against his back.

"good thing you can't tell me what to do then," you mumbled halfheartedly. you squeezed your arms tighter around him. he sighed. his body swivelled round, throwing his arm over your shoulder and pulling you closer. you kept your arms in place when he leaned down and kissed the top of your head.

"all i want is you, oscar," you mumbled, comforted by his embrace. you pulled at his torso until you both fell back into the bed. you rolled onto your side, looking up at him with a stern look in your eyes. "it was always you. you’re it."

"it?" he mumbled, caving just a bit for you to release a very soft smile, nodding. he looked at the ceiling, you watched his jaw unclench.

you hummed, content. "it."

oscar didn't say anything, he just tightened his grip around your shoulder, his head relaxing on top of your own. you could feel him relax underneath you.

"so you can quit your worrying and tell me you love me too," you were halfheartedly teasing him now. you felt him smile a little, as he slowly eased up and let it go. he tried to focus only on the fact that you were in love with him, and that nothing would change your mind. "'cause i said it like three times and you shut me down every time.."

oscar rolled his eyes, lifting his head so he could look at you. he now saw your small teasing smile. you tilted your head back, oscar followed your lead and kissed you. it was soft and slow, oscar pulling away only for a second so he could mumble a quiet you know i love you.

you both fell asleep moments later, wrapped up in each others arms.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐃𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 (𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝)

Warnings: NSFW content. Read at your own discretion.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Although he had performed on the stage many times already, something about this particular stage made Hongjoong feel more confident, bold and even sexier than usual. Hearing the fans cheer wildly stirred something in him. You noticed it too when he caught your gaze in the crowd, his eyes giving you a lustful stare and his signature cocky smirk.

Walking down the hallway on their way to congratulate them on another perfect performance, you gasped when you felt an arm pull you inside one of the supply closets. You knew it was Hongjoong because you could smell his cologne and you've felt those soft lips on yours many times to recognize them. You were left breathless by all his tongue movements inside your mouth while his hands fumbled with the zipper of your jeans.

"I'm sorry baby. I just really need to be inside you now."

You didn't protest, having also been aroused by his performance. You simply turned around and stuck your ass to him, wiggling it slightly to put on a little show for him.

"Impatient now are we darling?"

You shrieked softly when a smack landed on your ass followed by the intrusion of his cock inside your hole.

"Oh-oh my God-" You bit your lip to quiet down your moans, not wanting either of you to get caught.

Hongjoong, however, had other plans. Chuckling lowly, he began a rough and fast pace, nails digging into the soft flesh of your ass cheeks.

"Go ahead and say my name babygirl. Let them all know who's fucking you this good."

Pulling your hair back, he let out a growl as his hot breath hovered along the nape of your neck.

"Say. My. Name."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

While the other boys are hollering or bickering as the scary movie played at a rather loud volume, you were currently biting down on the blanket that was covering both you and Seonghwa who were laying on the floor. Even though you had your back facing him, you knew he was smirking right at you. His fingers moved from holding your waist to rubbing at your exposed clit as he had inconspicuously pulled off your shorts before.

"Stay quiet baby or they'll notice." He whispered in your ear, his teeth gently grazing at the shell of it.

You couldn't help the whimper that escaped your lips when you felt him ease himself inside you, bottoming out and staying still for a few moments. You relaxed and payed attention to the movie. Perhaps your boyfriend simply wanted to cockwarm you, an activity you both enjoyed doing. But as soon as you forgot he was inside, he reminded you of his presence as he began slithering in and out of you. Turning your head to say something, he silenced you with a kiss.

"Told you to stay quiet baby or the boys will see what a dirty slut you are for my cock." He teased you, slamming harder in you.

Pulling your shirt sleeve down, Seonghwa began placing wet kisses across your shoulder, tongue dragging up to the crook of your neck.

"But maybe that's what you want. Want us to get caught so they can watch me fuck you good. Let them see what a cockslut you are."

You couldn't help but clench tightly around your boyfriend's length, covering your face, using a jump scare as an excuse to drown out the half scream you made as you came on your boyfriend's cock, feeling extremely flustered given the circumstances. Seonghwa wasn't through with you yet, as his hand traveled up to grope your breast under your shirt.

"Still have an hour left of the movie, let's see how many times I can make you cum."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

You had been teasing Yunho to no end and he knew it. He knew when you decided to come keep him company as he practiced the choreography you had ulterior motives.

"Come on Yuyu....you're working too hard. Maybe you should let me help you out a bit." You purred at his neck, your voice like silk as you placed kisses alone his Adam's apple, which you felt move when he swallowed hard as your hands began to roam down his chest.

Grabbing both of your wrists, Yunho looked at you with a warning glance.

"Stop right now Missy, your fantasy of me fucking you in public isn't happening."

Poking your nose, he shifted away from you and pressed play once more, leaving you there with a huge frown and arms crossed over your chest. Yunho tried to focus back on the dance but when he glanced at you through the mirror he stopped dead in his tracks as he watched you slide your hand inside your pants, no doubt about to finger yourself. Taking off his cap and slamming it on the floor, Yunho marched over towards you and pulled you up from the floor.

"Did I give you permission to touch yourself?" He glared at you.

Before you even knew it, you were pressed against one of the mirrors, pants down to your ankles as Yunho's hips snapped against yours at a rapid and brutal pace, his hand occasionally coming down to spank your ass.

"Don't you dare hide your face. Look at yourself."

You moaned when he pulled your hair up, forcing you to watch as he fucked you from behind.

"Look at what a dirty slut you are. Look at what people will see if they find me here fucking you dumb. This what you wanted? Well now you got my little slut. "

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang couldn't keep his eyes peeled off your body, loving the way the bikini looked on you. Catching sight of his wandering gaze, you decided to take advantage of the fact it was late and no guest was probably going to come down to the pool area anymore.

"Sangie." You spoke out in a sing song tone.

Yeosang couldn't hide the shock in his face as your hand emerged from the water, holding up your swimsuit bottoms before tossing it over his head, making it land on a nearby chair. You giggled at his flustered state as you swam over to him, pushing him back until he was seated on one of the stairs near the shallow part of the pool.

"God you're driving me insane." Yeosang groaned when you stripped him of his shorts.

As you began to align yourself on his entrance, Yeosang's hands pulled at your bikini top, freeing your breasts so he could watch them bounce as you rode him underwater.

"You look so pretty like this-fuck!" He hummed out.

Both of you completely forgot about the danger of someone seeing you both in such an intimate act. You were simply too lost in the erotic feeling of having sex in the water. Soon enough, Yeosang's hands gripped your waist, bucking his hips up at you as he decided you had your fun and it was time for him to take control.

"Ok....my turn."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

San looked over at the camera filming both of you guys, flashing the audience a wicked smile. Although the top part of his face was covered, the viewers could clearly distinguish the sadistic and unholy glint in his eyes.

"Look kitten, our fans are enjoying this just as much as you are."

Gently kneading your ass, San then harshly smacked that piece of skin which was already burning red from all the previous times he had slammed his hand on it.

"Such a pretty kitten, taking my cock so well."

San wasn't going to lie, he's so happy you brought up the idea of making an OnlyFans account. He was so addicted to the feeling of having people watch as he fucked you like he could.

"Come on kitten, lift your pretty face up- that's it. Show the audience how much you're enjoying this."

Your mouth was agape, heavy pants and whimpers spilling out your throat as San continued to pound at you from behind.

"She's close I can feel it. My cute little kitten just needs a little push. Like so."

Snaking his hand in between your legs, his fingers began to work on your clit, sending you into a shivering and stuttering mess as your orgasm took over you, your liquids gushing out in between your legs and onto the sheets underneath you. San let out a grunt of accomplishment as his juices ended up mixing with your own.

"And that.....is how you get a kitten to squirt."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

You couldn't help the tiny squeal that escaped your lips when Mingi's mouth suckled cutely along your clit, tongue sloppily dragging across your folds as he slurped up all of your juices.

"Mingi." You giggled as you ran a hand through his hair, head falling back against the picnic blanket underneath both of your bodies.

Emerging from under the dress you had worn for your outing, he sat down and pulled you on top of his lap, hand making a fast work of his zipper to free himself enough to pull out his leaking dick.

"Fuck, you're so tight love." He moaned out, sinking you into his length.

Running a hand through your hair, his hands began to slowly lift you up before sinking you back onto him, wanting to take his time as he stared at your face with such a loving intensity. The sun radiated a beam onto your figure, making you look absolutely ethereal against the flowers surrounding you both.

"You have no idea how beautiful you look right love."

You looked around shyly, afraid of anyone witnessing the sinful act you were currently doing. Sensing your fear, Mingi cupped your chin and pulled you into a kiss.

"It's ok babygirl. I picked this place for a reason. No one comes in this area."

Smirking, he pushed you onto your back, as he wrapped your legs around his waist.

"I can take all my sweet time with you."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

To say Wooyoung and you were a little bit past tipsy was an understatement. But hey, you all came down to the club to have a good time, besides Seonghwa and Hongjoong would end up being the responsible adults that made sure no one got lost and brought you all home safely. Wooyoung was currently sitting down, watching you dance in the crowd with Mingi and San nearby you.

His eyes kept staring shamelessly at your ass and legs. They looked absolutely amazing in that short dress you were wearing. Every time you glanced over, he'd send you a wink or a kiss. Unfortunately for both of you, some stranger also noticed you and thought it'd be a good idea to come close to you and put his hands on your hips. Immediately sprinting from his seat, Wooyoung marched over and pushed the guy off you.

"Hey! Hands off of what's not yours! See this? This all belongs to me."

Patting your ass, he stormed off as he dragged you with him to the men's bathroom.

"Wait! Woo-"

Slamming you up against the wall, his hands began hiking your dress up before pushing your panties to the side so he could bury his fingers in them.

"You're mine. All mine." He hissed as he bit down against the skin of your neck.

"Am I going to have to fuck you in here to make people see that?"

You didn't think he was serious until your legs were wrapped around his waist, his hands holding them up as he rammed his cock inside you, making a whimpering and nearly screeching mess of you.

"Yeah, just like that baby. Let them all hear you."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

You snuggled inside the warmth of the blankets, your body tired from having hiked the mountainous trail for nearly 3 hours. All the other members were probably already fast asleep, some already dozing off during your campfire session with s'mores. Just as you closed your eyes, you felt Jongho starts poking his hands across your legs, lingering too close on your inner thighs. You slapped his hand away when he began pulling your sleeping shorts down.

"Jongho." You whisper yelled at him.

He merely chuckled as began pulling them back down once more.

"What?"

"We're not about to do it out in the woods just because you're horny." You stated.

You tried to squirm away from him but his arms trapped you from moving. You involuntary bit your lip when you felt him rolled his bulge against your naked ass.

"Come on baby, I've been having a problem since we started the campfire....please?"

When he began kissing at your shoulder as his hands cupped your breasts, you became putty.

"Beside.....I saw the way you were eyeing me as I gathered wood. You couldn't keep your eyes off my arms."

You gasped when he suddenly flipped you on your back, hoisting your legs over his shoulders as he slid his now exposed member along your slit.

"Come on baby, don't you want my thick cock stretching you nice and good?"

You let out a whine and immediately shook your head in an affirmative manner. He pushed into you in one go, angling his hips so you'd be feeling his tip rub against your g-spot.

"Be as loud as you can babygirl, let my Hyungs hear you as I murder this pussy."

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Hidden (nsfw)

Pairing: Wilhemina Venable x Fem Reader

A/N: today is Easter Sunday, so I could not not post smut. Remember to honour the Lord, you sinners. x

Warnings: smut (vibrating panties, nothing too graphic really). As always, English isn’t my first language.

Word count: ≈ 3 000

“Ok ok, let me try it. I’m putting it on medium speed, alright?”

Wilhemina glanced up at you from where she was sitting at the vanity, brushing her hair. “Now don’t get too excited –“she started, but before she had time to finish you pressed a button on the remote control and her whole body tensed.

You bit your lower lip to hold back a smirk as a faint vibrating noise came from where Wilhemina was sitting.

Wilhemina’s eyes widened. “Fuck,” she breathed. She dropped her hairbrush and slammed her hands down on the vanity to support herself as her hips bucked.

“Does it feel good?” you asked, assuming an innocent tone.

Wilhemina’s only answer was a low moan as her hips bucked again; her fingers clenched around the edge of the vanity, her mouth fell open, and before you knew it she gasped, arched her back, and shook.

You stared at her, pleasantly dumbfounded. “Did you come already?”

Wilhemina shot you a look. Another moan escaped her. She unclasped one hand to gesture at her lap, eyes fluttering closed then opening again. Your thumb hovered over the stop button, but you were entirely too fascinated by the sight in front of you to dare press it yet. Wilhemina shot you another look. She made to stand up, but her legs were shaking and she fell back onto her chair. A chuckle escaped you.

“Y/N,” Wilhemina started. She cut herself off with a whimper as her hips jolted violently and her body bent at the waist. She supported herself on the vanity, eyes widening, and wriggled on her chair as if trying to get away from her own center as soft, breathless moans dropped from her lips.

You turned the vibrator off.

“Jeez, Mina,” you laughed. “That was only medium speed.”

She glared at you, eyes very dark and cheeks very pink. With a chuckle you crossed to her, cupped her face and kissed her lips.

It had all started with a joke. You had come upon an ad for vibrating panties on a streaming website, and bought them on a whim. Wilhemina’s expression when she had opened the package was one you’d never forget. Her cheeks and ears had turned pink, and she had shot you such a shocked, outraged look you hadn’t been able to stop laughing.

It had taken a lot of persuading for her to finally agree to wear them. On a work day to boot. You said it made it all the more fun. She scoffed, but didn’t argue.   

You made breakfast as Wilhemina finished brushing and tying up her hair. When you heard the sound of her cane in the kitchen you turned, met her slightly annoyed eyes, and smirked.

She scowled at you as she took the mug of coffee you handed her. “Why do I feel like I’m tied up to a time bomb?” she said in a sharp voice, but you heard the amusement in there, too.

“Relax,” you smiled, folding the dish towel and leaning against the stove. “It’s not going to kill you. I think.”

“Well that’s very reassuring.” She pressed her mug against her lips and gave you a look. “I’m not sure you’re mature enough to be given that much control over me.”

“I guess only time will tell,” you joked. You sat down at the table and lay one hand on her thigh. Gave it a reassuring squeeze, just in case.

When it was time to leave, you sat down on the passenger seat and Wilhemina took the wheel. The first few minutes of the drive were silent. You stared out the window at the pedestrians on their way to work, at the lights being switched on in shop windows, at the city slowly waking up in the bright morning light.

The traffic light in front of you turned orange, and Wilhemina pulled up.

You smirked at her. She turned her head to look at you, narrowed her eyes. “Don’t you dare,” she hissed.

You raised your eyebrows innocently. “What?” you asked. “I’m not doing anything.”

You reached into your pocket and wrapped your fingers around the remote control.

Wilhemina immediately stiffened as you pressed a button. Her grip on the wheel tightened, and she shot you a look, breathed, “Y/N…”

“Come for me before it turns green,” you cooed. “I know you can do it. You’re so sensitive, baby.”

Wilhemina mumbled something under her breath. She made sure to keep her face and posture as straight as possible, but a soft gasp escaped her, and her hips shook slightly when she came.

“See?” you teased. You had to clear your throat. Your voice was a little husky. “I was right.”

The traffic light turned green.

“I’m not sure it was a good idea,” Wilhemina muttered. “You’re having entirely too much fun.”

“Oh, and you’re not?” you laughed, but then your expression became serious again. “We can stop, if you – “

“No.” Wilhemina shook her head, a small smile dancing on her lips. “You’re right. I’m having entirely too much fun as well. Oh for God’s sake, speed up, asshole,” she growled at the car in front of you.

You rolled your eyes at her, chuckled fondly.  

Before getting out of the car, she turned her head and stared at you.

“What?” you asked.

“Don’t do anything stupid.” Her voice was sharp, but you caught a glimpse of the nervousness in her eyes.

You took her hand in yours and gave it a squeeze. “I won’t. And remember, you can take them off anytime you want, ok?”

She nodded, leaned in to plant a kiss on your lips. You smiled giddily at her and gave her hand another squeeze.

You were met by a very grumpy Mutt who looked like he could use a good night’s sleep and three mugs of coffee. Apparently he had run out of coke again. Wilhemina made an annoyed clicking noise with her tongue. She looked down on him and said she would take care of his problem promptly.

You shot her a smile as you parted ways towards your respective offices. Excitement beat in your chest. You reached into your pocket and brushed your fingers over the remote control, just to feel it there. 

It proved incredibly hard to work. Your thoughts kept going back to Wilhemina. The amount of trust and power she was offering you was intoxicating. You wanted to run to her office and kiss her senseless.

You held on till 10:30am. Then you texted Wilhemina to ask her if she was alone. You beamed when she answered in the affirmative, and lost no time to turn on the vibrator.

Ten seconds later, your phone rang.

“Yes, darling?” you grinned as you picked it up.

“What are you doing?”

You bit your lip. “You sound a bit breathless,” you said, assuming a casual tone even though heat was quickly filling your head. “What’s going on?”

“Y/N I swear to God – “Wilhemina cut herself off, sucked a breath in.

“Yes?” you asked, voice a bit too high.

“This was the worst idea ever. You obviously cannot be trusted with this thi –“She let out a short, breathy moan that went right through you and made your whole body tingle with desire.

“Fuck, Y/N.”

“Give me another one, baby. I love hearing you.”

“What if I die because of this? Aren’t you going to mourn me?”

“You’re not going to die,” you chuckled.

Wilhemina sucked in another breath. “Y/N,” she rasped.

Your eyes fluttered closed. “Yes?” you breathed. You summoned her image behind your eyelids: her lips would be slightly parted, her brow pushed up, her eyes closed certainly; a delicate blush covering her cheeks, the soft brushing of her lashes against her skin.

You could hear her somewhat erratic breathing, the soft gasps that fell from her mouth and that made your core throb. You pressed your phone harder against your ear as if that would enable you to hear better.

Wilhemina whimpered your name, and then there was a noise as if she had dropped her phone.

“Mina?” you called. 

“I’m here.”

You shifted in your chair, wincing at the wetness that had gathered between your legs.

“Maybe we should take the rest of the day off,” you breathed. “Tell Jeff and Mutt we’re both sick.”

Wilhemina let out another whimper. “Don’t be ridiculous,” she hissed.

“Spend the rest of the day in bed,” you went on. “Wouldn’t that be nice? Wouldn’t you like that? Making love until we both can’t walk anymore.”

Wilhemina took a sharp intake of breath which made you press your thighs together. You were starting to think that maybe this whole vibrating panties thing was a bad idea. You weren’t sure you’d be able to wait till the end of the day to ravish Wilhemina yourself. Surely you should have thought this through better.

“Y/N,” Wilhemina said quietly, but this time it sounded like a warning. She cleared her throat, and when she spoke again her voice had regained its usual sharpness. “I’ll expect your report on my desk before noon, Miss Y/L/N.” You frowned, confused, but before you had time to speak Wilhemina went on: “Be one minute late and I’ll have you scrub the bathrooms with your tongue and teeth for the next two weeks.” And with that she hung up, but not before you had time to hear a loud chuckle. Jeff’s voice.

You slammed your thumb on the stop button of the remote control and sank back into your seat with a groan. You brought a hand up to your forehead to massage it, took a few deep breaths to help you relax.

About five minutes later, your phone’s screen lit up. A text, from Wilhemina, that only read Thank you. You smiled fondly at the screen, texted her back Of course. Love you.

You didn’t see her or hear of her after that until your lunch break. You two sat side by side as you ate in the cafeteria, your legs touching. You didn’t speak much, but you shot each other knowing glances, and you saw Wilhemina’s lips twitch with a smile more than once.

At 2:00pm you both had to attend a presentation given by Mutt on a new software you didn’t give a damn about. You exchanged a few words with some of your coworkers, then sat down at a table next to Wilhemina.

Mutt had been talking for a little over ten minutes when you started getting bored. You stopped listening to him, and shot a sideways glance at Wilhemina.

A small, wicked smile crept up your lips. With one hand you reached into your pocket, and you rested your other hand on Wilhemina’s thigh. You gave it a gentle squeeze, then pressed the slow speed button of the remote control.

Wilhemina’s expression did not change, but she stiffened on her chair almost imperceptibly. She shot you an offended look, and took hold of your hand on her thigh. You laced your fingers together, glad you had this silent way of communicating.

Someone on your left asked Mutt a question. You nodded at the answer, even though you had no idea what Mutt was talking about. Your heart was beating too fast, and you had to fight the smirk that tugged at your lips. You stroke your thumb over Wilhemina’s before you increased the speed of the vibrator.

It was incredible, how blank she managed to keep her face. The only indication that something was going on was the slow, gradual tightening of her grip on your hand.

Mutt started a video and sat down at one of the tables. You shot Wilhemina another glance, wondering if you should dare. Probably you shouldn’t. But heat was filling up your head again, and adrenaline was flowing in your veins and in the thrill of the moment, you pressed the high speed button.

Wilhemina’s hand squeezed yours so hard you thought she would crush your bones. You crossed your legs, forcing yourself to keep your face as straight as Wilhemina’s. A few seconds later you felt her thigh tremble, her nails digging into your skin. You switched the vibrator to medium speed, but didn’t turn it off.

The video ended – how long had it lasted? what had it been about? You had no idea – and Mutt stood up again, asked if anyone had questions. A woman at the back of the room raised her hand.

Wilhemina’s thigh trembled again. This time, her hips jerked slightly, but when you glanced at her, her face was as unreadable as ever. She met your eyes; hers were dark and heated.

You licked your lips. Wilhemina’s eyes flicked down to them. You stroked your thumb over her skin to help her ground herself and glanced at her in awe as her hips jerked again. Her shoulders slumped slightly as she came off her latest high, and she shifted uncomfortably on her seat, so you reached into your pocket and turned the vibrator off. Her hand gave yours a weak squeeze.

You noticed how her legs were slightly shaking when she stood up at the end of the presentation. You lowered your head and smiled to yourself. When you looked up again, she was already walking off, leaning a bit more heavily than usual on her cane, but when she reached the doorway she paused. She cocked her head to the side, as if she were making up her mind about something. Then she disappeared down the corridor.

It was even harder to focus on your work for the rest of the day. You kept glancing up at the clock on the wall. You barely got anything done, legs bouncing, heart beating too fast. More than once you had to force yourself not to run to Wilhemina’s office and lock her door behind you. When finally it was time to leave, you rushed out of the building and to the car park, where you and Wilhemina would usually meet to drive back home.

She arrived five minutes later, and your eyes devoured her body as she slowly, regally, walked up to you. You checked the place was empty before you slipped one arm around her waist, pulled her close and crashed your mouth against hers.

You kissed her until her hand came up to tug at your hair, hard. You pulled away with a gasp, met her eyes. Her pupils were blown wide, and her gaze was so wild and predatory it sent a shiver of delicious fear down your spine.

“You drive,” Wilhemina rasped. She leaned in, licked a trail up your neck with the tip of her tongue. “Be sure to make it home in half the time.”

The front door of your house had barely closed behind you two when you heard the sound of her cane as it hit the floor and then she was all over you, one hand cupping your face and the other pressing you against her as her lips and tongue and teeth claimed dominance over yours. Her nails dug into your cheek, her mouth planted hot, wet kisses down your neck that made your legs go weak. There was only heat and lust and love in your brain, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to resist her, knew she would take revenge on you now if you let her; so you grabbed the remote control and pressed the high speed button.

Wilhemina let out a loud moan, hips bucking into yours at the sudden sensation. Her eyes opened wide, and she gasped into your mouth as her hand clutched the back of your shirt. “Not fair,” she hissed. She nipped your lower lip, swallowed another moan. You wrapped your arms around her waist to support her as she climaxed, the tremors of her body running through yours as if you were one and the same.

Wilhemina’s hips shook violently, making her wince. “Turn it off,” she hissed weakly. “For God’s sake turn it off.”

You quickly obliged. She sank into you, your grip on her the only thing keeping her on her feet, and pressed her forehead against yours. You touched your nose to hers as she struggled to catch her breath.

After a few moments, her eyes fluttered closed.

“Sleepy?” you whispered fondly. “Or do you have enough strength left for another round?”

Wilhemina shivered. “Lord, have mercy,” she breathed. She opened her eyes, looked at you with a soft, adoring smile.

You made her dinner, helped her undress and lathered her body in the shower, careful to avoid touching her overstimulated core. You dried and combed her hair, and she insisted she did the same for you. She grazed her nails on your skull, pressed delicate kisses on your temple.

The sun had not yet set when you both settled in bed. Wilhemina lay on her back and you rested your head on her chest, slipping one hand under her shirt to feel her skin. It was way before your usual bedtime, but you couldn’t care less. Happiness was holding her.

You turned your head to kiss her collarbone. “Are you very sleepy?” you asked with a grin.

“Wait for your turn,” Wilhemina mumbled. “I’ll make you cry. You’ll be so embarrassed.”

You chuckled, caressed the soft skin just below the swell of her breast. “Whatever, babe.”

There was a quiet, comfortable pause. Wilhemina draped one arm around your waist.

“Do you have any idea what Mutt’s presentation was about?” you asked her.

“No.”

You chuckled again. “I’m so impressed by your poker face.”

“Took years of practice,” Wilhemina mumbled.

You blinked at that, at the hidden implication of her words. You couldn’t think about it for too long without becoming angry, so you took her hand in yours and brought it to your lips.

She opened her eyes as you pressed two kisses on each of her knuckles. Then you rested your linked hands on her stomach, and nuzzled her skin.

“I’m glad we can put that skill of yours to good use now,” you whispered.

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lazy day cuddles | ksj x reader

lazy day cuddles | kim seokjin x reader

genre | established relationship, smut summary | As payment for waking you up, your boyfriend owes you cuddles. You’re here to collect that payment. Anything that happens beyond that? It’s not your doing. rating | 18+ word count | 2k words warnings | softttt smut, clit rubbing, nipple play, pwp a/n | i gotta admit, this is just gratuitous smut and cuddles LOL life has been really tough lately and i just wanted to write some soft smut alrite 🙈

Laid stretched out across the tiny couch, your boyfriend’s long legs spill over the wooden armrests, bare feet sticking peeking out from behind the cushions. His breathing, heavy with slumber, fills the living room with an atmosphere of serenity. One arm rests on his tummy, the other over his eyes to shield them from the bright noon sunlight that’s streaming in through your apartment windows.

You’re not surprised to find Jin napping. He was up before dawn for his fishing trip with Yoongi. As quiet as he’d tried to be while washing up, you were too light a sleeper to not have woken up from the running of the tap in the ensuite. Squinty and grumbling, it had taken many minty, damp kisses to your cheeks and the whispered promise of warm cuddles later to appease you. Through the foggy sleepiness, memories of Jin dragged themselves up, hair wet but fresh-smelling from the shower, crawling into bed for a nap after fishing trips. Ok. Cuddles are acceptable payment. With that, you released your grip on the white cotton of his t-shirt and let the waves of sleep pull you back under.

Only, you’d woken up alone today. It seems Jin didn’t make it to the bed this time for his usual post-fishing trip nap.

Crossing to the front of the couch, you kneel before your sleeping boyfriend and take a moment to admire his features, pulling his arm away from his face. The smooth, long breaths that he’d been taking stutters at that, signaling his rousing. You lean forward and pepper kisses across his face, skimming your lips across the smooth skin between pecks, knowing it will bring him to alertness.

Warm hands grasp your face gently, softly, and pull you in to meet plush lips that kiss yours with equal tenderness. Half-lidded dreamy eyes meet yours as you pull away.

“Hey,” he says, voice thick from having just woken up, and he clears his throat.

“Hey,” you parrot with a smile. “Why didn’t you come to bed?”

“Too tired. Didn’t wanna shower.”

“But you promised cuddles,” you whine jokingly. Jin responds by pulling you into him, smushing your face up in the juncture between his neck and shoulder, muffling your cries of not like this! and shaking you as he chuckles at your pleas.

When you break free, heaving a little for air but grinning, your heart is set alight when you catch sight of Jin’s matching grin. He stretches his arms out. “How about cuddles here?” he suggests.

It’s not the lazy cuddles between soft sheets that you originally planned, but it’s lazy cuddles with your boyfriend all the same. He lets out a soft oof as you accidentally elbow him in your enthusiasm to get to cuddling and you hurriedly apologize. He laughs. You and your love for cuddles are too cute for him to stay mad at. Clambering into his embrace to nestle yourself into his broad chest, you squirm around a little to find a comfortable position.

Nose buried in the soft white of his shirt, you take a deep inhale and are met with the floral fragrance of your laundry detergent, slightly muted undertones of ocean brine, and the familiarly thick scent of Seokjin that has become akin to home. With a kiss to his jaw -- which is conveniently within reach without much movement -- you lay your head back down on his chest and hum contentedly. This is what Saturdays are meant for. Soaking up the feeling of mutually shared body heat and relishing the feeling of your boyfriend gently stroking your back, sending goosebumps up your spine.

His hand dips under the fabric of your shirt as it continues its wandering. “No bra?” he asks. You shake your head. “Shameless.”

You scoff and pretend to get up. “I can put one on if it bothers you that much,” you quip, but Jin tugs you back down.

His gentle tracing resumes. “I didn’t say it bothered me.”

“You called it shameless.”

“Maybe I like my girlfriend being a little shameless,” he says, slipping a hand between you to stroke the side of your breast. When you turn to adjust your position, he seizes the chance to pinch the bud. The thrilling jolt of pleasure elicits a gasp from you.

“You’re really handsy today,” you note, but arch further into his grasp, and he takes it as confirmation to continue with his ministrations.

“Yeah, well, having you squirming on my dick and rubbing your soft chest up against mine doesn’t really help anything.”

“And here all I wanted was some cuddles,” you say, and it’s true that this was your only agenda. But the whimpers that escape you as he flicks his thumb against your nipple contradict the innocence to your statement.

“We can still cuddle,” he says. You eye him. You know him better than that. He laughs. “While doing other stuff.”

“And what might ‘other stuff’ include?” you tease, pushing him. He pushes back. The hand that’s unoccupied slips its way down from where it rested on your waist to skim the curve of your butt, till two fingers press firmly against your core. The feeling is muted through the extra layers of your sleep shorts and underwear, but it somehow makes it extra titillating. “Right here on the couch? Shameless.”

“I told you. Maybe I like shameless.”

There’s little space on your tiny couch, so you remain on top of Jin, but you plant your knees down on either side of his waist and lift your hips. With the new angle, your chests are pressed together, leaving him no space for his handsy wanderings on your chest. He pouts. But cuddles, you insist.

He relents and wraps an arm around you. The comforting warmth that emanates from him steadies you as he holds you close. And it’s a good thing it does. Because when his other hand slips under the waistband of your shorts and underwear, painstakingly slow as it slides down to your core, his hold is the only thing keeping you grounded. When he reaches his destination, he cups your mound for a moment. Teasing you. Just as you love to tease him.

“Jin. Please.”

Upon your whimpered plea, he parts your folds. A lone finger takes a long, slow swipe from your dripping hole to your quivering clit. There, it presses firmly as the pad of his finger drags up and down the bundle of nerves, aided by the slick of your own arousal.

You relish in the indulgent richness the ebbing pleasure of his strokes bring. It’s slow. Painfully but deliciously so. But it’s like a sampling that has whet your appetite and soon has you ravenous for more.

Rutting against his finger, you attempt to ramp up the pace. Jin lets you take over, stilling his movements. But before it can build up too much, he withdraws his fingers, the pleasure along with it, and you keen.

“I thought you liked me being shameless,” you huff, all pouty. He tilts his head to kiss your pout.

“I do,” he promises, moving to kiss the crease in your brow. “But I want to try something new.”

He doesn’t explain beyond that, but despite your confusion, you follow his cue as he begins stripping his shirt off and then yours. You trust him. Soon, your clothes are in a rumpled pile by the couch.

When you’re both naked and bare, you lay back onto the couch. You watch as Jin rolls the condom on and joins you to lay side by side this time. With your tiny couch, it’s a wonder that he’s not falling off. But somehow you manage.

Caged in between the soft cushions before you and the hard planes of Jin’s chest flush against your back, you realize there’s few places else you’d rather be. Time seems to have slowed back down to its leisurely crawl after your frantic stripping. It seems that Jin is on the same page, his wandering hands resuming their exploration as they come to fondle your chest once again.

Tilting your head back, Jin’s lips capture yours in a languid kiss. His hand makes its slow descent down to your core. But just as it arrives, it makes a seeming detour to your thigh. He hitches it up to guide it over his hip. Parting your folds in the same unhurried manner, he pushes inside you slowly, filling you up inch by inch.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

You nod. “More than okay,” you assure him.

He kisses your temple softly, and you shudder within his grasp. He eats this up, placing open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder. The feeling is all so much and yet not enough at all.

And then he moves. Carrying on with the stretched-out pace of things, he’s unrushed in his movements. Slipping a hand underneath you, he reaches around to gently squeeze your breast. His other hand finds your clit and he circles it with just the right amount of pressure to set you aglow with a simmering pleasure.

He continues on in this infinite cycle of pulling out, then sinking back into your wet heat, the pace measured and sedate. When you whine and try to increase the pace by bucking your hips against his, he calms your movements down with a hand on your hip -- fingers glistening slightly from your lingering arousal -- until you stop.

“Why?” you whine.

But what he says next is vocalized in such a hushed tone that somehow you catch it. You get what he’s trying to get at. “Just enjoy this moment.” You understand. The bubble of pleasure where he’s so wrapped up in you expands so you’re equally wrapped up in him. The quiet hum of pleasure is enough. It’s not quite a stagnant stasis but it’s not a frenzied chasing of highs either.

Instead, you rest in the confident assurance that your peak will come. Succumb to the bone-melting sensation that his gentle tweaks of your clit bring. And when they slowly, gradually, increase in pace infinitesimally, you clench your walls lightly, pulling a groan from him. The gruffness of it goes directly into your ear with the way you’re positioned, and it sends a new spark of arousal shooting down your spine.

You follow his pace, picking up when he does. But it never goes anything beyond relaxed. Yet, the pleasure builds, accumulating steadily like water behind a dam until it eventually cracks and breaks.

When you crest that peak, it’s like nothing else you’ve ever experienced. Rather than the usual bright flash, a quick high and the breathless, panting descent that accompanies it, your orgasm this time feels entirely different. It’s like you’re back floating in the ocean, casually rocked by the push and pull of the water that cradles you and lifts you ever higher till you ascended on a particularly big wave and now you’re riding it out gently, bonelessly, languorously as the tingling orgasm fills you from head to toe. You can still smell the salty ocean air that clings to Jin’s hair. The aptness of it fills you with a fuzzy warmth.

Soon after, Jin is grunting into your ear, his arms now encircling you and holding you tightly to his chest as he reaches his own peak. Tilting your head back to look at him, you take in the visual of him in his blissful post-orgasmic haze.

When his eyes finally flutter open, he gives you a close-lipped smile. The kind that makes your heart swell as it fills up with so much love for him that it brims over. He holds you in his gaze with galaxies in his eyes and you know he feels the same.

He makes quick work of the condom and helps you get back into your clothes after getting dressed himself. Sipping water from the cup he hands you, you glance at him from over the rim. “Is it bad if I still want to cuddle after this?” you ask.

He laughs at you, knowing your penchant for cuddling. “Hm,” he taps his chin in feigned thought. “After knowing we can have amazing sex while cuddling, I’m not opposed.”

You roll your eyes and swat at him lightly.

But when he proposes round two when you’re tucked under the covers after a quick shower, you don’t refuse.

[joshslater]

Matt and Liam

This is a rewrite of scallylads89's untitled story that I had sitting forgotten in a folder for two years. Similar stories and bonus material on my Patreon.

It was Thursday again already and Matt had been dreading this afternoon all day. It wasn't the best sixth form college, but he was more than happy to finish his diploma in IT there. He'd always been into computers and programming, and his parents had always encouraged it. The problem was the way the college ran its classes. Despite running completely separate courses and qualifications, they ran a set of mandatory mixed classes throughout the week. All students had their normal lessons in their program specific classes, but subjects like art, PE, and social studies were taught in cross qualification classes, practically making you have two different sets of classmates. It was supposed to promote integration and team building among the students.

In theory Matt didn't mind. He could see the value of it, and even enjoyed some of the classmates in his mixed classes. In practice though there was Liam. Liam studied for his builder qualification and came from a different background to Matt, and spent most of his childhood running free on the estate away from his mum who was usually sat in front of the TV or down the local with her mates drinking. He was lacking respect for others and didn't mind punching up, but positively relished punching down or sideways with Matt as a frequent target of his bullying. PE had never been a strong subject for Matt, so he knew that every Thursday Liam would be there taking the piss out of him and embarrassing him in front of all of the other students. Students that came from all over various classes at the college.

They hadn’t long kicked off the game when out of nowhere Matt felt a jolt in his back and a stomp on his foot as he flew forward onto the ground being shoved by Liam. Liam smirked chuckling to himself. He had timed it just right, the tutor was looking the other way and hadn’t seen a thing. The thud of Matt's face planting the pitch immediately drew the attention of the tutor. Liam wasn’t in the least bit worried. He knew Matt was too chicken to dob him in. The tutor asked Matt if he was ok, and Matt a bit shaken stuttered “Yes sir, I’m ok I just tripped and I think I’ve done my ankle.” The tutor quickly inspected Matt’s ankle and suggested he go back to the changing rooms and sit this week out. Despite his thankfully only minor injury and the way Liam had treated him he was actually kind of pleased, at least it meant he got to skip PE this week. The pain was almost worth it.

He sat down in the changing room and took a deep breath as he slowly pulled his shoe off, his ankle was a little swollen. He continued to get undressed taking his kit off and folding everything up neatly when out of the corner of his eye he saw the pile of clothes on the opposite bench loosely laid out. It was Liam’s tracksuit. He didn’t know why but he really had the urge to try them on. Matt was about as far from a chav as you could think but he kind of liked the style of Liam’s clothes. He justified the idea to himself as if it would be a big fuck you to Liam knowing he had dressed up in his clothes and pretended to be a dick like him and Liam would have no idea. Besides there were ages yet before anyone would be coming back to get changed. Matt began dressing himself in Liam’s clothes.

To Matt’s surprise Liam’s boxer briefs were also in the pile of clothes, that must mean he was commando in his football shorts out there! The thought actually turned Matt on a little. He wasn’t gay but he couldn’t get the image out of his head. Matt thought to himself that if he was going to dress up as Liam he may as well do it properly. As he picked up Liam's boxers he froze. He could feel his heart racing. Off in the distance he could hear the rest of the class cheering a goal or something. According to the wall clock he still had plenty of time. It was now or never.

He slipped on Liam’s boxers and joggers, and felt a bit of a rush as he looked down on the somewhat baggy clothes on his frame. The socks were a bit discolored from the inside of the sneakers, by having been worn a bit too long between washes. He put them on and then slipped his feet into Liam’s 95’s. They were a little big for him. Liam was a size 11 and Matt only a size 8. Slopping around in Liam’s trainers, Matt hastily pulled the T-shirt over his head, putting on the hoody and zipping it up. Wafts of stale cigarette smoke and Lynx body spray came off the clothes. He was as excited as he was nervous.

He finished the look by taking off his glasses and putting on Liam’s cap, tucking his hair into it to make it look short like Liam’s. Matt could see the growing bulge beginning to poke through Liam’s joggers. Either it was the fear of being caught or his growing attraction to Liam he was finding it harder and harder to ignore how turned on he had begun to feel.

Matt paraded around the changing room pretending to be Liam, walking around with an over exaggerated swag in his step and a cocky stance of self importance. Matt’s boner was really starting to become a pain. He lowered his hand to his crotch to try and adjust himself from outside Liam’s joggers, grabbing a handful of his package. To Matt’s horror he hadn’t realized how close to the edge he was. All it took was just the extra bit of movement for him to lose control and pass the point of no return “SHIT SHIT SHIT!” Matt blew a huge load into Liam’s boxers!  Fuck! How the hell was he going to get away with this? Liam was going to notice this! And it couldn’t be anyone else! He sat back down on the bench in a panic, lifting his foot he tried to slip off one of Liam’s trainers. Something wasn’t quite right, they didn’t fit this snug before! Surely they hadn’t shrunk, and both his feet couldn’t have swollen up that much so quickly for no reason. He slipped his foot back in and paused for a moment aware that everything seemed clearer, he felt his face in disbelief checking if he had forgotten to put his glasses back on, but there was nothing there.

Matt stood back up and walked over to the mirror. He couldn’t help but notice the way he involuntarily walked with a similar stride to that he had before whilst mimicking Liam. Matt gasped at his reflection, the strands of hair that he had tucked up into Liam’s cap had gone, rubbing the side of his head with the tips of his fingers the sides of his head were shaved to almost nothing. Taking his cap off Matt revealed the exact same haircut Liam had, shaved back and sides with a short trim on top combed forward to a short straight cut fringe. As Matt continued to examine his hair his attention was drawn to his face, his jawline was narrowing, his facial features growing sharper like Liam’s, Matt’s nose also narrowed to the same shape as Liam’s. Matt in his disbelief looking at himself in the mirror said to himself “holy shit! What the hell is happening to me?” This only made things more confusing as he uttered the words in Liam’s voice and accent. The final physical changes taking place as his arms, legs, and torso stretched making him as tall as Liam.

Liam had continued playing football with the lads while Matt had been gone, something wasn’t right though, he just couldn’t seem to get into the game. Liam was making all sorts of mistakes and getting a bit of stick for it too. To make matters worse he had started to get an awkward boner, he usually liked to go commando in his kit but this suddenly felt like a bad idea. It was getting harder to conceal his erection which only further distracted him from the game, then without warning he blew his load into his shorts! Liam suddenly thought to himself “shit! I have to get out of here before it shows and starts dribbling down his leg!”. He was so embarrassed which was unlike him. Liam made an excuse that he was desperate for the toilet, so he could go clean himself up in the changing rooms.

On his way back Liam was oblivious to the changes he was going through. He had lost the swagger in his walk, his slim, toned body was softening as were his facial features, he was beginning to look more and more like Matt with every step. Liam’s hair had grown so much he had to sweep his fringe across his face. Approaching the changing rooms Liam was finding it harder to focus on his surroundings, his eyesight was so bad. Liam looked up at the door frame as he walked into the changing rooms, he was sure it wasn’t that tall before.

Once inside the changing room door the transformation was so far along that Liam started to have trouble walking in the now slightly too large shoes and loose clothes. If it hadn't been for that he would have spotted Matt right away, instead of stumbling upon him mere steps away. Matt too had been too absorbed in his own changes to notice Liam, so it was a surprise to both of them when they saw each other.

Matt looked at Liam, now looking like Matt, in amazement. They hadn't switched bodies in the consciousness transfer way, but rather both of their bodies had independently transformed into each other. He tried to look for small imperfections he knew all too well, and found them. He kept racking up question after question. How? Why? What now?

Liam had no such subtle thoughts. "You fucking, thieving body snatcher! Give it back!", he shouted and hit Matt hard in the guts. Matt took a step back and tried to shield himself. "Mate, this isn't proper innit. Yous gotsa stop." But Liam kept attacking. Matt, realizing that he was now the larger and stronger of the two grabbed hold of Liam. Liam, much more street-wise, kicked out Matt's legs from under him, so he went down on his back with a thud. "Have it fucking your way!" Liam shouted and threw his kit shirt in Matt's face.

In a few swift motions Liam was out the rest of his ill-fitting football kit, grabbed Matt's backpack and bundle of clothes, and rushed out of the changing room naked with Matt's stuff in his arms. "If you come anywhere near your old house I'll call the police and hit you with an ASBO so hard you'll pick trash for a year," he shouted as he exited.

Matt sat on the floor, still confused about exactly what had happened. All his belongings were gone and he was wearing Liams clothes. And body. He got up and collected Liam's kit from the floor. When he got to the shorts he saw that Liam too had shot a load. He stuffed all of the clothes into Liam's bag and left.

Where to though? Liam had made it clear that he shouldn't go home. Matt had no idea how ASBOs actually worked. He'd never even spoken to a police officer, but he was pretty sure that Liam knew what to say to make problems for him. Did Liam's body have any records? He didn't know, but Liam did. Fuck. He would have to go to Liam's home, wherever the fuck that was.

He searched his pockets. Some coins and a key with "E" stamped on it. Not very helpful. He made a guess that someone like Liam would live at a council estate, and King's Gardens was the closest, though not really that close. He immediately felt bad for making such a conclusion based on stereotypes, but it was all he got.

Matt looked at the route map at the bus stop and took the next bus towards King's Garden. Why does such shitty complex always have nice names? As he sat down on the bus and watched the neighborhoods getting worse it suddenly hit him what a fucking crazy awful day it was. He saw his own reflection superimposed over the brick buildings outside the window. What if he stayed like this? How could he prove to his parents he was he? He couldn't even speak properly anymore.

The smell was coming from him, he realized and snapped out of thoughts. Mingled in smell of Lynx, sweat, and smoke was the unmistakable aroma of his hour-old cum drying in his underwear. That he sat so wide with his legs probably didn't help. He really needed to smoke a fag. He'd never smoked anything before in his life. Is his stop soon? His mind was wandering. That in itself annoyed him too.

The bus stopped very close to the estate, and helpfully there was a map of the complex. Buildings numbered 1 through 15, but also the six tall, ugly buildings named A through F. Perhaps he had some luck today. Was his surname Calder? If so he lived on floor 6.

The key did fit in the door of Cindy Calder. Matt stared in disbelief when he opened the door. His mother was upset if he didn't vacuum the floor once a week. Here he could hardly see the floor. Newspapers, ads, shoes, a bike wheel, and other crap cluttered the entrance.

"Orite!" No answer. From the small hallway one door led into an even messier living room with a big sofa in front of the TV, and a bed by the window. Straight ahead was a small bathroom. On the other side of the hallway was a small kitchen, and the room he assumed was his. There was a desk, a bed, a cheap workout bench, and a mess of clothes and bicycle parts strewn all over the room. A laptop was lying in the messy bed, charging.

He put down the bag and picked up a dumbbell. Never before had Matt even touched one, but now holding one in his hand, moving it up and down comes naturally. Liam's body of course would have done this hundreds of times, so Matt wasn't surprised he could do it more or less with muscle memory.

He had barely done a few curls when someone knocked on the door. It was a black man, a few years older than him, with long rasta hair, and matching track top and joggers. "Oi. Got you text. I can take it right now."  Having no idea what this was about Matt stepped aside and answered "Ok". The black man entered and walked into Liam's room as if he has been there many times, and quickly returned with the laptop. "Two days tops. Cash or products, your choice. See you bruv" and walked out.

Wait. Did he just sell his laptop? Or rather did Liam just sell his laptop? Matt realized that he didn't have either of their cell phones, not that having Liam's cell phone without the PIN would do him any good. Was Liam messing with him? Why would he do that? Matt walked back into the kitchen and sat down at the table, lit a cigarette from the packet on the table, and let his eyes wander in the room. It was in need of a good scrubbing. There were grey marks around all knobs and handles. Matt decided he needed to know more about Liam, and then it became clear to him. Without a phone or a computer he was useless. There was nothing he could do besides digging through the trash in the apartment, or leave and randomly talk to people. The latter was a horrible concept to him. He lacked both confidence and social skills to strike up conversations with strangers, or people that were strangers to him at least.

The black man had talked about getting products as payment. Did he mean drugs? Did that meant Liam had a stash somewhere in the apartment. Matt decided to hunt for it. Perhaps he could use it to blackmail Matt into meeting and sorting this out. Liam's room was such a  mess you had to shift things around, move things from one pile to the next. Bicycle parts, dirty clothes, old comics, machine parts, clothes with anti-theft tags still on, an overall, empty cans. After almost an hour of work he had just uncovered Liam's stack of porn magazines.

Then it hit him that of course Liam would hide any drugs in a different room for some sort of deniability. He was just about to search the bathroom when another thought crept up on him. If he did find any drugs he was in no position to use it against Liam while he was in his body. At best he could get rid of them to prevent Liam from blackmailing him! He would have to know about something about himself to use it against Liam, but there really wasn't any.

Matt had a chilling though. If Liam and he had swapped bodies, did that mean that he is now as stupid as Liam was? Was Liam stupid to begin with? Matt didn't feel stupid, but all decisions he had made so far had all been pretty bad. Or had they? Fuck! He threw himself at the bed and glanced at the bag on the floor.

This all started when he cummed while wearing Liam's clothes. Perhaps he could do something like that again and set everything straight. He slowly removed all his clothes and dropped them in a pile on the floor. Then he unzipped the bag. There in a big, moist, wrinkled bundle is the football kit. He shook it all out on the floor. Damp football jersey, cum-sticky shorts, knee-socks, and boots.

He stepped into the sorts and pulled them up. The damp cloth feet cold against him. Then the socks and the football boots, also cold. All he could smell was lingering cigarette smoke, but he imagined this would smell at least as much as when he got dressed in Liam's street clothes in the changing room. After having tied both boots he was surprised to notice his hard on had come back. Surprised but pleased. He put on the jersey and went to the bathroom to have a look.

He was taken aback as he looked in the mirror. For some reason he hadn't really expected to see Liam looking back. He knew that was what he was going to see, but it was still jarring to see it. He did a bit of acting, trying different faces. It just turned him on more. With nothing under the shorts there was plenty tenting.

He went back to his bed and lied down on it, grabbed his dick through the glossy shorts fabric, and begun to slowly jack off. It felt amazingly good, and in his mind he struggled with both feeling incredibly sexy as Liam, but also hated almost everything about his life. As he exploded with a second load of cum in the shorts he felt a sharp pain in his head and yelped out loud.

The drug stash was in the boots just inside the door. His mother wasn't coming home until nine, probably. Darell picked up his laptop. Suddenly he remembered everything about Liam's life. As the pain subsided he slowly came to realize he couldn't remember anything of his own life. He could remember both trying out Liam's clothes and running in from the field at the same time, somehow, but nothing prior to that.

As Matt showed up for metal shop class the next morning Mr. Fox told him to go to the headmaster's office. He was quickly shown into the headmaster himself, someone he had never met before, at least not as Liam. "I've been informed of yesterday's incident. I'm always willing to give people a second chance if they are willing to take responsibility for their actions. Are you willing to do that, Liam?"

"Sound, mate."

"I've only heard the other side. You assaulted Matt on the soccer field during yesterday's practice, then went after him again in the changing room so he had to flee without any clothes on him. Is that what happened?"

"Mate, I didn't..."

"I'm gonna stop you there before you make a mistake. Matt has graciously asked for no punishment as long as you two are separated from now on. So I'll ask again, is that what happened."

"Yes. Whatev."

[writing-in-april]

Star Wars vs. Star Trek

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

This is my entry for the secret fic swap that was organized by the ever amazing @imagining-in-the-margins 

The person I got was-  @sunlight-moonrise  who is an amazing little bunny that I love

Thankies all around to my lovely helpers @definitelynotkatesblog , @clean-bands-dirty-stories​ and @httpnxtt  Plus I was inspired by all the asks that @reidscardigan​ gets, it fuels my smutty thoughts!

Warnings: Jealous!Spencer, Rough sex, Impact play (on the heavy side), Face fucking, Light degradation, Choking, Bruising/Marking, Hair Pulling, Unprotected sex, and Orgasm Denial

A/N: I had a great time writing this I think its one of my best works! Feel free to drop a request in my inbox if you have a request (No duplicate requests please)

Word count: 3.6K

Masterlist   

  Spencer and I finally have some vacation time, and my god it feels like it’s been forever. We both worked ridiculously hard at the BAU, so Hotch had finally determined that it was time for the team’s mandatory two-week break this year.  

As soon as we got home the both of us stripped of our work clothes and cuddled up on the couch to watch some movies. Spencer had the remote in his hand scrolling through to find a movie, the cursor landed on Star Trek. I could feel his puppy dog eyes looking up at me through his glasses that he only wore at home trying to convince me into letting him choose it. “Noooo Spencer, we watched it last week” I groaned. Sometimes it felt like your relationship was Spencer and Spock, and you as the delightful third wheel. “Ok what about a different one? We don’t have to watch any of the vintage ones, the new movies aren’t my favorite but they’re still extraordinary pieces of film art!” he ranted enthusiastically. “No, why don’t we watch Star Wars?” I begged, he knew it was my favorite but still insisted that Star Trek was better. “No, because I know you’ll ask to watch the sequels and I don’t like them, the story is just a repeat of the originals.” his eyes rolled and I was surprised they didn’t get stuck in the back of his head. Spencer and I have had this argument many times. The back and forth on which series was better was exhausting but so exhilarating. “Star Wars looks better, has better music, and better plot lines overall!” My voice slightly raised, I hated it when he tried to prove me wrong about this. Star Wars was my cemented favorite just as his was Star Trek. “Star Wars has straight up inaccuracies while Star Trek has improbabilities, not outright errors.” Spencer snarked back. I could tell neither of us were going to win this debate anytime soon. We always ended up in a shouting match about  why we thought our favorite series was better. “Fuck you! I’m right, Star Wars is so much better! I mean look at Kylo Ren, he’s so much better then Kirk or Spock!” Spencer’s face turned into an expression mixed with jealousy and rage. “And look how good he looks during that interrogation scene!” I continued. “You think he’s hot?!” He accused profiling the look I had on my face as I was talking about Kylo “What are you jealous of a fictional character?” I asked mockingly, a knowing smirk adorning my face. Maybe I could get him riled up enough to get something else out of tonight. “N-no of course not that’s absurd!” He squeaked out, giving away how he truly felt. A coquettish smirk grew on my face as I got an evil idea. I deftly snuck my hands into my sleep shorts, slipping under my cotton panties and started to rub soft circles on my clit, not fully giving myself the stimulation that I desired. Spencer’s eyes bugged out of his head getting whiplash from the conversation switch. “Kylo” I moaned out with a simper, gathering my slick arousal I slid down my folds, pushing a finger inside, immediately crooking the digit to locate my g spot. I wanted to push Spencer to the edge of jealousy till he snapped. He got practically feral if I worked him up enough. I continued my descent into a selfish climax- adding another finger, as I picked up the speed of my thrusts into my dripping heat. My mind was so lost in the pleasure I forgot Spencer was there- until my hand was violently jerked from my pussy by a tight clasp on my forearm, just before I was about to fall into bliss. “What do you think you're doing?” Spencer spat.

That voice was usually reserved for unsubs, which served to further dampen my panties, his mind had switched into his dominant persona that was prevalent in the bedroom. “Just indulging myself, Spencer, since you won’t.” I bit back, irritated I’d been brought back from the edge of toe-curling bliss. He shot me a harsh look and tightened his grip on my arm, a warning if you will. I could tell I had just gotten myself into deep trouble, but that didn’t stop me from wanting to rile him up further. “Get in the bedroom and strip. You’ve earned yourself a punishment, brat.” His tone had gotten down right deadly at this point, but I didn’t let that deter me. I was on a mission. I decided to further dig myself in a hole by ignoring his order, simply crossing my arms and turning my head away. I could feel his bitter gaze boring into the back of my skull as I continued to defy his order, my excitement pooling in anticipation for the brutal punishment I’d surely earned. We sat like that for a while- refusing to break out of my sass, and him making sure that I was really ready for what he had in store for me. My legs started to squirm, the tension was almost unbearable. Just before I was about to give him another smart remark his other hand shot out to my leg, holding it firmly so I was no longer moving. A surprised squeak escaped my lips as Spencer  flipped me onto my stomach, my knees coming to rest on the floor and my chest pressed into the couch. I tried to regain my balance in an attempt to crawl away from him but he quickly moved to hover over my form, boxing me in with his arms. “Are you trying to get in more trouble, Dolly?” he asked, his tone dark and condescending. A pathetic little whimper escaped my throat. When I failed to reply quick enough by his standards, a large palm came down on my backside, forcing an answer out of me.

“Yes! I’m sorry Sir, I was trying to get in t-trouble.” “Tsk tsk. Only bad girls like punishment, Doll.” He sounded disappointed. I dug my nails into the plush and hid my face into the cushion, trying to escape from under his heavy gaze. He pulled my hands to rest behind my back, tying my hands with what felt like a drawstring from sweatpants. He’d learned to improvise during our time together; had he left to find more appropriate rope, there was no guarantee I’d be in the same position he left me in by the time he got back. He snaked his hands through my hair, yanking hard to pull my body flush against his own. “Color?” He asked quickly, checking in with me, which only made the situation hotter-what can I say? Consent is sexy. “Green” I replied with a grin. Being disciplined was always exhilarating. “What’s my punishment, Sir?” He let go of the grip on my hair, his hands swiftly moving to remove my shorts and now soaked cotton thong, revealing my bare bottom to him. I rubbed my legs together trying to get some sort of friction but was interrupted by Spencer wrenching my legs apart. “You do that again I’ll add 20 more and you’ve already earned yourself 40- plus a little extra something.” His words hummed against the shell of my ear, sending a shiver trickling down my spine. I groaned in protest and tried to wiggle myself away from him, his hand coming down onto my left cheek in response. “Doll-“ He warned sharply. “If you keep this up I won't let you cum for a week.” His words shook me to my sassy core; I was greedy and there was no way I was going to get myself in more trouble. “I’m sorry...” I muttered into the couch cushion. “Say it louder, Dolly.” The sing song tone/cadence of his voice felt like a trap- contrasted to his previously dark tone and warning smack brought down on my backside. “I’m really sorry, Sir!” I shouted. With my cry, I gave up control to Spencer entirely.  He loved when I acted like this, no matter how angry he pretended to be. “Do you mean it this time?” I could hear the devilish smile on his lips. “Yes!” I confirmed on a shaky breath. I was done fighting him. “You’re so good to me a-and I shouldn’t have tried to make you jealous.”

Although he couldn’t see my eyes, I put on my biggest, sweetest set of puppy dog eyes to really drive my point home.

“So you’re going to sit pretty and take your spankings like a good girl, right?”

I nodded sheepishly, secretly hoping that maybe, just maybe if I was good enough that I might get to come tonight. He let me stew in my thoughts for a minute before resuming his assault on my behind. His hand gripped both cheeks into his palms, kneading the tender flesh that was about to be covered in black and blue handprints. As the first strikes landed on my right side, he grabbed a blanket for me to cuddle into as he landed each smack, his full strength being used in each one, exhibiting just how much I pissed him off. My nerves were prickling, my ass had already started to sting and he hadn’t even reached the 10th strike. I’d definitely be able to feel the pain for the next week- maybe longer. Teardrops started to coat from my lashes onto my cheeks as he switched to the left cheek. By the time he’d reached the halfway mark, the blanket had become soaked by my uncontrolled muffled sobs. His rhythm never faltered as he continued to pepper the now-raw skin of my bottom with more punishing blows. “What are you?” He finally spoke as he was nearing the end of his count, my fingers digging into my palms to help me get through the last few. “I’m a bad girl, Sir” I pathetically whimpered into the blanket.

A brutal THWACK landed against my backside, letting me know he was looking for me to use my big girl voice.  A sob raked through my chest, sending more tears down the blushed apples of my cheeks. “I’M A BAD GIRL, SIR!” My bruised bottom felt like it had been burned by hot coals with welts forming as evidence, as Spencer drew out the last few at a languid pace. When he finally finished, he dropped his head down to plant kisses on each injured cheek, a sign of appreciation for behaving. “You dirty girl, you're getting off to this ” He said matter of factly, moving to run his finger through my drenched folds, his fingers probed my entrance trying to get me more worked up. Surging forward, he replaced his fingertips with his tongue stirring a fire deep in my belly, placing delicate kitten licks along my folds. My body writhed against his touch and for a moment, I thought I might get off easy. Until, again, he pulled away just as I was about to shatter into a million pieces. “Sirrrrr, please?” I begged, my clit was throbbing in tandem with the blood pounding under the skin of my raw and tender bottom. His threat from earlier became evident- he wasn’t going to let me cum easily. “No, Doll, you still haven’t proven that you’re sorry enough.” He roughly yanked me off the sofa, positioning me on my knees in front of him, his clothed cock sitting right in my eye-line. The sweatpants that he had dawned were taken off quickly, I drank in the sight of his hard cock through tear-stained eyes. “Color?” He asked while cradling my jaw. The realization hit me, and I became blissfully aware of one thing: he was about to fuck my face. “Green.” I was always happy to give Spencer pleasure, and to see all the power just my mouth had over him was insanely erotic to me. He gripped his cock in one hand, pulling my chin down to open my mouth with the other. I stuck out my tongue for him and leaned forward, wrapping my lips around the head of his erection to begin gently sucking. Precum filled my mouth as I started to bob my head, working my way farther down his length each time until I reached the base of his cock. I choked slightly, my nose nuzzling against the hairs of his waistline. He gripped my hair on both sides with each of his hands and did a shallow experimental thrust forward, giving me a taste of what was coming. My eyes screwed shut as he set a fast pace, his tip hitting the back of my throat, tears starting to prick at the corners of my eyes again. The hardwood grinding against my knees sourced a new pain, but all I was focused on was the cock  being shoved down my throat and pleasuring the man it was attached to. “Open your eyes, Doll. I want you to see what you do to me.” I glanced up with my glassy red rimmed eyes to gaze at the beautiful sight of Spencer, his head was tilted back, sweat coating his ruffled curls, with his mouth hung open in a silent gasp. Even through my tears I could see this man was an angel.  I groaned, somehow I was even more turned on, so much so that I could feel a pool forming on the floor from my arousal. He rutted harder into my mouth signaling that he was close to his release, drool was now dripping from the sides of my mouth, wetting the thin material of my pajama top. Hot spurts shot down my throat with a strangled cry from him. Tasting his salty release on my tongue, I drank him in, savoring every last drop he had to give me. As he pulled himself out of my mouth, the string of spit connecting my lips to the head of his cock snapped, falling down my chin. Saltwater still cascading down my cheeks met with the mess on my chin, creating  a messy mixture. Spencer pressed a thumb to my cheek, pushing the few drops of cum that escaped along with some spit into my mouth. “You being a cry baby, Dolly?” he cooed condescendingly, wiping away the drops that accumulated onto my cheek bones as I sent him a little pout. “You should’ve thought about the consequences before you broke the rules, Doll.” Turning me around, he pressed my chest into the coffee table across from the couch. Though I still had on my shirt, the cold surfaces rubbed against my sensitive nipples making them harden to a peak. He hadn’t done anything for a minute, so I tried to turn my head to see what he was doing. I was met with a harsh tug at my jaw forcing it to prop up facing the tv. The television flicked to life flooding the screen with the Disney+ logo I tried to glance back again to shoot him an incredulous look, but again I was repositioned roughly to stare at the screen. He clicked through until landing on the Force Awakens. My brows furrowed, but I decided not to push my luck by asking any questions. He pressed play and started fast forwarding until he landed on the scene I had been referencing that got in me trouble in the first place. Kylo Ren graced the screen, starting his interrogation with Rey. Was he going to sit here and make me watch it? Was he going to let me cum? Or was he going to edge me the whole night and hang me out to dry? I was snapped out of my thoughts by a tug at my neck, his palms wrapping around like a necklace, pulling my torso up so that my eyes locked perfectly to the moving figures on the screen. “You think he could fuck you better then I can, Doll?” he ground out. “That pathetic boy compensates with his saber, yet you have the whole package right here sweetheart.” I gasped and wriggled at his words, becoming down right desperate to have him do anything to me. He finally relented, dragging his free hand up my folds, still just barely touching me- ghosting around my clit. He sucked dark bruises into my neck, and as his teasing touches continued, I impatiently whined. “Please, Sir I need you.” “Why should I? You have Kylo don’t you?” “I already said I’m sorry, Sir! And I mean it really!” My begs filled our apartment, loud enough to completely mask the sound of the movie. I had been completely ignoring the film, focusing solely on trying to gain some sort of pleasure from the man endlessly denying it. “Ok, Dolly but only if you promise to never do it again.” I tried my best to nod against  his vise grip on the column of my throat. He deftly snuck two fingers into my pussy, fitting snugly inside of me causing my body to unconsciously move my lower half against him. He started to pump and curl them, expertly hitting the perfect spot each time making stars appear behind my eyes. Suddenly he removed his fingers, quickly replacing it with something far more satisfying before I could complain. His cock bottomed out, filling me to the hilt eliciting a surprised squeak from me. He always made me feel so full-it felt like heaven. His hips propelled forward starting a rough rhythm that left almost no room to breathe, the movie had been completely muffled by our moans and sounds of slapping skin, a heavy dose of sex lingering in the air. His thrusts were irritating the already brutalized flesh off my ass, but the stinging sensation just aided in ecstasy that flowed through my veins. “You look so much prettier with these bruises.” He grunted as I tried to arch my back to a steeper angle so I could take him as deep as possible. “It shows everyone who’s mine, even if they are a fictional character.” Spencer was repeatedly hitting my g spot sending me closer and closer to the edge, but I knew I had to ask permission before I came. “Please, Sir, Please! I’m so close! Can I cum?” “Why do you think you deserve to cum Doll?” He asked, I should’ve known he was still going to throw one last tease in before letting me orgasm. “Because- I - I don’t know I just need it!” I let out a frustrated sob as he continued to thrust with reckless abandon. “Ok. Doll. Let. Go.” he said, accentuating each word with a sharp rock with his hips. My eyes rolled far into the back of my head as I was sent careening into pleasure, the coil that sat deep in my belly snapped, sending me into violent waves of pleasure. As I rode out my delicious high, Spencer’s hips stuttered and the grip on my neck was tightened as he shot ropes into me, stuffing me to the brim. He let go of my neck letting me relax my head onto the table. I’m sure I had a messy, freshly-fucked look on my face but I couldn’t be bothered to care.“Have you learned your lesson?” He asked once he had caught his breath. I nodded meekly, knowing full well I’d be back on my brattiest behavior as soon as these bruises faded. We both groaned as he slipped his softening cock from out of my folds. He slowly padded away to grab his items for aftercare-my favorite part. I had never had a partner show so much care for me like Spencer had. He came back with everything he needed and got to work, starting by cleaning my folds with a washcloth, then switching to a fresh one wiping the tears and spit away from my face. Aloe that he had made sure to warm up was then squirted onto my cheeks, he rubbed the liquid in softly massaging the abused flesh with gentle care. My limbs still felt like jello when it was time to stand, so Spencer helped guide me into new clean pajamas, he even made sure to pick out the velvet ones I liked, they always felt like little soft caresses were being peppered against my skin when I wore them. “You ok, Doll? You haven’t said anything.” He whispered gently, as if afraid he’d startle me. “Yeah” I croaked.My voice had been thoroughly abused throughout the night making rasp harder than normal. “Just feel a little woozier than normal.” He quickly enveloped my form into a hug, drawing me in close so I could smell the cologne that made itself a part of everything he owned. Sitting us both down on the couch, he found as many blankets and as possible making a little fort of warmth around us.

“I’m sorry I was harsh, Doll.” “No no, I liked it, it was just intense.” My scratchy voice obviously made him cringe. “So you are jealous of a fictional character?” I cheekily quipped to try and cheer him up. He let out a chuckle in response and started to ghost little butterfly kisses all across my face.

“I love you,” he whispered between kisses. “Sing to me?” I asked softly. I cherished his horrible singing with all my heart, it made me  soft and mushy on the inside. “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey. You’ll never know dear how much I love you, please don’t take my dolly away.” I started to drift to sleep even though I was fighting to giggle at Spencer’s croaky singing. Despite his god awful singing in my ear, sleep found me, whisking me away to the land of sweet dreams. I drifted off in his arms, knowing I was his good girl- knowing he would love and cherish me until the ends of the Earth.

[flightlessangelwings]

Take Your Picture

Santiago Garcia x fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), fingering, sexy pictures, tender smut, established relationship

It was late when you walked through the door, but Santiago was still up. He always liked to wait up for you when you went out with your friends for girl’s night. It wasn’t just because you were usually in the mood for sex when you got home, but he also liked to make sure you made it home safe.

Santi laid out on your shared bed in nothing but a t-shirt and boxers with his phone in his hands when you bounced through the doorway. You were the designated driver tonight, so you weren’t drunk, but the rush from dancing with your friends made it feel like you were. You paused in the doorway to greet him by blowing a kiss before you moved to the dresser to start undressing.

“Have fun tonight babe?” he asked. Santi’s eyes never left your figure.

“I did,” you glanced over your shoulder at him, “Sorry I’m a little late, Julia went a little overboard so i had to put her to bed,” you chuckled.

Santi just let out a short laugh in response, he loved how big your heart was. But he was also distracted by your increasing nudity as you stripped yourself of your clothes. He bit his lip as you shimmied out of the last layer until you were in nothing but your bra and panties.

That’s when he got an idea.

Santi sat up on the edge of the bed and flipped to the camera app on his phone before he pointed it right at you as you turned around. He snapped a picture of your ass in your panties with the biggest grin on his face. You jumped when you heard the camera shutter sound and spun around, and that’s when he took another photo of you.

“Santiago Garcia!” you gasped, “What are you doing?”

“I can’t help it babe,” he pouted but did not lower his phone, “You just look so sexy I wanted to take a picture.”

You felt heat rise in your face and you suddenly felt flustered, “Santi…”

“Stay just like that,” his voice was soft but still held a soft command to it as he took another picture with the shy, flustered look on your face, “Fuck you look so hot like that.”

His words went straight to your core, and you felt yourself getting turned on just by his encouragement. You also started to feel more bold so you shifted yourself to pose for him as he took another picture. Santi continued to praise you with every pose and made sure to be very vocal about how sexy you looked for him.

You bit your lip as you reached behind you and unclasped your bra, and you heard Santi gasp when it dropped to the floor. No matter how many times he saw you naked, Santi always acted like it was the first time. He gawked at you as if you were the most beautiful woman in the world, and to him you definitely were.

“Fuck hermosa, you’re killing me,” Santi put the phone down and made grabby hands at you, “Come here baby. I need to kiss you.”

You wasted no time and crossed the room with surprising speed. You practically jumped into his lap and your lips were on his without a second thought. Santi wrapped his arms around you as he deepened the kiss right away. His strong arms held you on his lap as you straddled him and slowly rocked against him as you lifted his shirt off of him. When your lips reconnected, you sighed into his mouth when you felt that he was already half hard.

“Santi…” you moaned into his mouth as he ran his hands up and down your body.

This time, it was your turn to surprise him. You shifted from his lap and knelt down in front of him. Santi looked down at you with lust-filled eyes, and you knew that he knew what you had planned. You tugged at the waistband of his boxers, and without a word, he lifted his hips for you. 

His cock stood at full attention for you as you eyed it hungerly. You glanced up at his face and Santi let out a low chuckle when he saw the need and desperation in your eyes. Without a word, you leaned in and placed a soft kiss to the tip before you stuck your tongue out and licked a long stripe down to his base.

He shivered at your touch and let out a groan when you nibbled your way back up his length. When your lips wrapped around his cock, he moaned out your name and you slowly bobbed your head up and down as you sucked him off.

Santi rested his hand on your head and gave your scalp a soft tug every once in a while, but his eyes never left you. He didn’t want to miss a second, and he couldn’t get enough of how sexy you looked with his cock in your mouth. 

It was then that he got another idea.

He reached for his phone again and called your name to get your attention, “Is this ok?” he asked with the camera positioned right on your face.

“Mmmhmm,” your reply was muffled because you didn’t want to release him from your mouth.

You resumed your pace, and you made sure to make it feel extra good for Santi to make it more difficult for him. You maintained eye contact for the first few pictures, but broke away to better position yourself in front of him. Santi took a few more pictures before a shiver of pleasure ran up his body and he couldn’t hold his phone in his hand anymore.

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath when you swirled your tongue around his tip and then completely hollowed out your cheeks to suck him harder. He bucked his hips against your face and he groaned again when he felt you moan against him.

Santiago felt his climax start to build, but he wasn’t ready to come yet. He grabbed your scalp and pulled you up for a heated kiss. He moaned into your mouth when he tasted himself on your tongue and he grabbed onto your waist to hold you tight.

In a fluid movement, Santi flipped you over so that you laid on your back on the bed while he stood at the edge of the bed in front of you. Immediately, you opened your legs for him and traced soft patterns along your skin to tempt him.

It worked and he leaned in to kiss you again, this time it was his hands that roamed across your body. You moaned when he cupped your breasts and ran his fingers over your sensitive nipples. Santi smiled against your skin as he kissed his way down to your neck and sucked a faint mark into the skin there.

Your hands ran up into his hair and gave his curls a tug in a desperate and wordless plea for him to move further down your body. Santi kept nipping at the skin along your collarbone as his hands ran down to reach the elastic of your panties and pull them off.

He broke away to remove the last piece of fabric from your body and he stood over you for a moment to admire the view.

“You’re so beautiful, querida,” he praised you in a low voice as he gave his length a few strokes. 

Santi reached out to you and gently ran a finger along your folds, which made you moan his name. Encouraged by your cries, he pushed a finger into you and pumped a few times before he added another. You were so wet for him already, and you both knew it wouldn’t take long for you to be ready for him.

“Santi… Please…” you cried as you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

Never one to deny you, Santi leaned down to kiss you again as he slowly pulled his fingers out of you and lined himself up at your entrance. He groaned your name as he pushed his length into your pussy, and you wrapped yourself around him as he bottomed out inside of you. 

He started slow as he pulled out halfway and pushed back into you, which made you cry out again. You hooked your legs around his waist to pull him even closer to you. That made him pick up his pace and he pounded into you harder and harder.

You threw your head back as you gripped the sheets on either side of you, “Fuck… Santi… You feel so good… So good baby.”

“Fuck,” Santiago moaned your name as he picked up his pace even more.

He couldn’t get enough of the sight before him, and he would have reached for his phone again but he didn’t want to throw off his pace. Your head was thrown back against the mattress as your mouth hung open to allow the constant flow of moans and praises. You gripped the sheets hard enough to pull the pillows forward, along with Santi’s discarded phone.

With one hand securely on your hip, Santi reached down between your bodies to rub harsh circles on your clit, which only made you cry out louder. The heat from your bodies made the temperature in the room rise and Santi could see by the way your body trembled that your orgasm was close.

“Baby,” he cooed, “Look at me baby,” Santi briefly slowed his pace as he waited for your eyes to meet his. When they did, he said your name so sweetly, “Come for me,” his voice was rough as he thrusted into you again.

As much as you wanted to throw your head back again, you fought to keep eye contact with him as your body shook. Tears formed in your eyes as you screamed and arched your back a little as your climax completely took you over. Your loud moans filled the room as you rode out your orgasm, and by the way he fucked you, you could tell that he wanted to make it last as long as he could.

Completely spent, you flopped yourself back down against the mattress and whimpered as Santi continued to pound into you. He pushed your legs up as he climbed onto the edge of the bed so that he could come while he was completely on top of you. The new angle pushed his cock even deeper into your body and that was all it took for him to come.

Santi’s thrusts became more and more erratic as he groaned your name with his own climax.

Once he was also completely spent, Santi stilled himself over you and just studied your face for a few moments while his cock softened inside of you. Your head was tilted to the side with your eyes closed as you took several deep breaths. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss to your neck and he smiled when you opened your eyes and turned to face him.

You reached up and pulled his face into yours for a tender kiss. Santi kept your lips connected as he slowly pulled out of you, and he swallowed the whine that escaped your throat. He flopped down on the bed next to you and swung his arm around your still trembling body. 

When he did, his hand brushed his phone and it made a little noise. Santi furrowed his brows as he reached out and picked up his phone, and his face lit up with the biggest grin when he realized what the noise was. Somehow when you grabbed onto the sheets, you opened the camera to video and started a recording. Neither of your bodies were in the video, but Santi knew that he caught all of the lovely sounds you made while he fucked you.

“What is it?” you asked when you heard him laugh.

Santi shifted to show you the screen, “Looks like we accidentally made a video.”

Heat rose in your cheeks from embarrassment as you buried your face in his chest, “Shit…”

“Hey, hey,” Santi tossed his phone to the bedside and cupped your jaw to make you look at him, “It’s hot, baby. Now I can listen to your moans whenever I want,” he grinned through his words, and you could tell how entertained he was by this. But he paused before he added, “Unless you want me to delete it. Just say the word and it’s gone.”

You bit your lip and thought for a moment before you answered, “No, keep it,” you kissed him and lingered by his lips, “Maybe next time we can make a proper video.” 

~

Notes: I’ve wanted to write for Santi for awhile and this is what my horny brain came up with lol! If you’d like to be added to the Santi taglist or just be tagged in everything, please let me know!

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[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Room mate

Warnings: Smut and episode based. 

WC: 1643

Enjoy x

It had been nice for the short time it had been happening. Nick had been living with you coming on 4 weeks. The house had been sold quicker than he and Maria had thought which didn’t give him much time to find somewhere to live. Your spare room already had a bed and built in’s so you offered it to him. It was nice having someone to share the rent with and not coming home to an empty apartment all the time and Nick had voiced this to you as well. You had seen a shift in him. He was like the old Nick, not as bad tempered and easier to deal with. And more so now you were happy to not be alone helping Tucker take down a corrupter prescient you all knowing the back lash you could cop.

The undercover sting had been next level and you felt something in you and Nick shift the night you were in the car with him and Liv following around Cassidy while he was undercover with officers from the 12th. You guys sat in the car while he was taken into a working girl and Liv, you and Nick heard him over his wire. It was awkward enough as it was listening to Liv’s boyfriend out loud, but when Nick locked eyes with you in the review mirror you felt your cheeks burn and you thanked whoever was watching over you that Amanda rang when she did.  

It was early hours of the morning when you both stumbled back into the apartment, wide awake from the last coffee you both had not long ago thinking you would be at the station all night. You came out of your room after changing from your shower, hearing Nick in the shower and made yourself comfortable on your L shaped couch, your legs out stretched on the chaise of the couch in your sleep shorts and t shirt.

“Not tired?” Nick made his way around the couch to come and sit next to you, sitting just close enough to rest one of his legs on the chaise next to yours that were crossed at your ankles.

“Na we shouldn’t have had that coffee” you sat up tucking your legs up under yourself leaning into Nick more.

Without a word Nick put his arm around your shoulders pulling you into him you resting your head on his shoulder and your arm on his middle. It feeling right and comfortable, something you both often did when you were watching movies or come home from a big case.

“We didn’t know she was going to fold like that so quickly”

“I’ am surprised really” you adjusted yourself so your back was into Nick’s side, his arm on your chest resting between you throat and boobs, his long fingers resting on your shoulder, his chin on top of your head “Her love for him blinded her for so long and Liv just saying the right words and she gave it all up. I feel sorry for her, giving herself over to him in every way for him to act like that and she be ok with it”

“You live with your partner” he chuckled. You shot up quick out of his embrace turning to look at him with a serious face.

“Yeah but you wouldn’t do that to me and I wouldn't do that to you” you frowned.

“I’ am loyal, l would never do that to you” Nick shook his head.

“Good, I was going to swap you for Fin” you nudged his side laying back on his chest Nick throwing his arm around you again.

“He wouldn’t put up with you for five minutes” Nick kissed the top of your head.

**

You woke to a sore hip but felt warm and the dim light coming through the curtains. Your eyes fluttered open. Once your eyes adjusted you seen that your face was resting below Nick's neck on his chest, your arm around him up under his underarm on his back. One of Nick’s arms was still under your neck, his other resting on your middle and something very hard pocking into your thigh.

You gasped and lent back slightly looking at Nick’s sleeping face. His skin looked so soft and the usual frown lines and clenched jaw nowhere to be seen, his lips plump and inviting. You pushed your thigh into him and a slightest puff of air left his lips. You did it again ever so slightly and you watched as his eyes fluttered open and Nick’s dark chocolate eyes settled on yours. You watched as he realised what was going on and he sat up quick,

“Y/N, I’ am so sorry- I” he jumped up off the couch and rushed into his room closing the door.

“Nick” you knocked twice and turned the handle and walked in.

Nick was sitting on the edge of his bed, his cheeks and neck red and a sizable tent still in his boxers. You walked over and stood between his legs, your hands going to his cheeks tilting his head back his eyes snapping to meet yours,

“Why did you go?” your thumbs running along his jaw “You don’t want to take that step with me?”

Nick sighed leaning into your hand closing his eyes and turning his head to kiss your palm.

“No I do, but I wanted to take you out first. I wanted to do things the right way this time”

“If that’s what you want” you purred and went to take a step back.

Nick stood up and grabbed your hand before you even had a chance to take two full step back pulling you into his body you both falling onto the bed, Nick rolling you so he was between your legs, intertwining his fingers with yours pinning them above your head

“You know it’s not what I want” Nick growled “But I was trying to be a gentlemen” Nick thrusted his hard clothed length into your clothed core and started kissing down your neck nipping and sucking on your skin “You have brought the best out in me and I want to treat you like you deserve to be treated”

Nick’s lips landed on yours, his tongue darting into your mouth, battling with yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist rutting your hips up into him.

“Nick, I won’t think any different if you fuck me before you take me for dinner- Just don-“

“You know I would never do that to you Y/N”  

Nick’s lips crashed on yours, your tongues coming together rolling with each other’s. You wanted nothing more than to touch him feel his skin on yours hands, but when you tried to pulled your hands out of his grip, he tighten his pushing your hands down more into the mattress,

“Oh no mi Amor you don’t get the gentleman” His lips moved to your ear “I’ am going to fuck you hard and fast now- we have plenty of time for love making after dinner tonight”

You moaned at Nick’s words bucking your hips up. Nick brought your writs together pinning them together with one hand, then reaching over to his top drawer pulling out a condom,

“I’ am going to let go of your hands Y/N, but be a good girl and keep them above your head, me entiendes?”  

You nodded and watched as Nick got up on his knees and pushed down his shorts and boxers his hard length stringing free and you gasped and bit your bottom lip as Nick rolled on the condom. He didn’t miss your reaction chuckling as he dropped back down over you, one hand going back to your wrists and the other hocking on your sleep shorts and panties moving them to the side and lining himself up to you,

“Like what you see mi dulce?”

“Yes but I-oohh“ You moaned as Nick slid into you bottoming out “I want to see all of you”

Nick started rolling his hips hard and deep pushing you up the bed slightly with every hip thrust and you wrapping your legs around his middle.

“You will” Nick grunted “But not yet”

Nick picked up his thrusts, hitting the right spot every time. Your moans and Nick’s grunts filled the room.

“I’ am close Nick” Nick kissed you deep reaching between your clothed bodies finding your harden bundle of nerves rolling it fast in time with his thrusts, your legs tightening around him.

“I want to hear you mi Amor”

You bucked your hips up hard slamming into Nick and he could feel your walls fluttering hard around him. Your orgasm raging through you rapidly your eyes locked with Nick’s as you moaned his name loud. Nick’s hips got sloppy and he slammed into you hard, a roar filling the room as he came deep inside you. You both breathless, Nick lent down kissing you quick,

“Wait here”    

He jumped up and ran to the bathroom to clean himself up and rid himself of the condom and he was back in no time crawling on top of you again, kissing up your clothed body up your neck along your jaw and kissing you deep again,

“That was amazing” Nick smiled into your mouth.

“It was” you purred.

“Think we can make this work? Living together, working together and being together?”

“I think so. We have been pretty much doing that for the last four weeks” you ran your hands down his sides slipping your fingers into the waist of his shorts.

“We have been doing it for longer than four weeks” he chuckled kissing you sweetly “Let’s get changed and we will go out to eat. Now I know what it’s like to fuck you- I can’t wait to make love to you.”  

Tags: @beccabarba @thatesqcrush @the-baby-bookworm @permanentlydizzy​ @lovebennycolonmiguelgalindo​ @amorestevens​

[angryschnauzer]

Superior Specimen - Chapter 3

Summary: One night when you are following the Archaeology tag on instagram you stumbled across a fun looking dig… and an even more interesting Paleontologist who soon follows you back. Over the following weeks you start chatting and a friendship soon grows.

Relationship: AU Henry Cavill x Female Reader (No race or body shape mentioned)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, 

Warnings: Slow Burn, NSFW, 18+, Mutual Masturbation, Phone Sex, Drunken Piggy Back Rides, Oral Sex (Female Recieving)

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I don’t have a masterlist, but all my works are on AO3, link here. Usually i post oneshots to Tumblr and AO3, and multichapters exclusively to AO3, but as this is my first henry story and its going to be a short series, i’ll post to both places.

Superior Specimen – Chapter 3

 True to your word, it had been one drink and one drink only; you knew your limits and no matter how handsome the man buying the drink, you stuck to your own rules. Watching as he paid the bill before he slipped his hand around yours and you walked into the late evening;

“Can I give you a ride home?”

 “Mmm a ride would be nice, Sir...” 

 You smirked but your drunken bravado was ruined as you stumbled on a kerbstone. Scrunching your eyes shut you expected the painful crunch as you hit the ground, only for a pair of strong arms to catch you. Looking up into Henry’s eyes you smiled as he lifted you to your feet with ease;

 “I was going to say if you keep calling me Sir you’ll be in trouble, but you seem to be in enough trouble without my help” 

 “I’m fine! I had four drinks!”

 “All doubles?”

 “Yep!” you hiccupped as you stepped, only for your ankle to wobble, and again you found yourself in Henry’s arms.

 “It’s piggyback time”

 “No!”

 “Either its piggyback or I’ll throw you over my shoulder, your choice”

 “Ok… piggyback ride it is then”

 Soon you were standing on a nearby bench, Henry crouched slightly in front of you;

 “I can’t believe I’m doing this” you muttered as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and hopped on, his large hands gripping onto your thighs.

 “Princess, I have to admit when I’ve thought about you riding me whilst I grip onto your thighs, this isn’t what I had in mind either…” he grinned over his shoulder.

 Sure you got a few stares as he carried you, but the feeling of being bounced up and down as he held you tight was actually very comforting. As you waited at a traffic light for the pedestrian crossing to go green for him to walk across he quietly spoke;

 “Not far now, I’m parked in the multi-storey over there”

 -

 Henry drove a top of the range Audi SUV, and as he made his way slowly through the hot London night his hand strayed to your knee, gently rubbing the skin on your inner thigh as he casually asked your questions about you, answering yours about him, but as the drive went on your concentration waivered, your body thrumming with lust as his hand had crept higher. Just as his little finger had brushed against the soaked cotton of your underwear, he swung the Audi into the numbered space outside your building;

 “Home Princess”

 With a groan you slumped into your seat, before Henry’s hand gently cupped the back of your head and his mouth was on yours, his kiss deep and powerful before pulling away whilst leaving you wanting more;

 “Do you need help getting to your door?”

 “Umm, I’ll be *hic* fine, you don’t want to…?”

 “Oh I do, but you’re drunk… and I haven’t bought you dinner yet”

 “Gotcha” you drunk winked at him which made him laugh, before you grabbed the door handle and went to exit the car… only it wasn’t the handle, and as you shifted in your seat you bonked your head directly into the window; “Ow FUCK!”

 “Aww come here”

 Henry wrapped his arms around your head, pressing kisses to the top of it before letting you go and stepping out of the car, circling around and opening your door for you;

 “You’re a hazard to your own health, so I shall be escorting you all the way to your front door, M’lady” he laughed kindly.

 When you fucked up the code for the door, you curled into Henry’s chest as you told him and his sober fingers punched the number in, the electronic click of the lock releasing registering in your brain, before he swept you into his arms as you told him your Flat number and carried you up four flights of stairs. Setting you on your feet at your door you swayed as you fished your keys from your bag, getting them caught on all manner of things, before you sighed and muttered that there was a spare key under the pot plant that stood next to your front door. Henry stooped down and got it and again Henry’s sober finger skills came into use as he unlocked your door and helped you inside.

 Closing the door, you leant against the wall as he moved around your kitchen, plucking a glass from the counter and filling it with water, before crossing the room and handing it to you;

 “Drink… you need to rehydrate yourself otherwise your hangover will be awful tomorrow”

 “Yes Sir”

 Sipping the water in front of him you slowly drained the glass before he took it from you and refilled it, before setting it on the counter. Taking you into his arms he smiled;

 “Drink that before you go to bed” he lowered his mouth to yours and kissed you, gentler than before, but his tongue was a work of art and it soon had you pressing yourself against him.

 “Are you sure you don’t want to stay?”

 “Oh Princess, I want to stay, but I won’t. Not with you this drunk” 

 “Ooow…” you moan like a brat; “But I’m horny, even if I unashamedly beg you to fuck me?”

 He chuckled;

 “Nope, I won’t be fucking you tonight Princess, I can sort the horny out though…”

 You watched with your jaw agape as he fluidly got to his knees in front of you, gently grasping your hips as he pushed you back against the wall of your kitchen and started to slowly edge your skirt up your legs until it was bunched around your waist. Carefully he pulled your soaked underwear down your legs and helped you step out of them, before he grasped one knee and lifted it over his shoulder. Your eyes were trained on his the whole time, pale flashes in the summer twilight as he leant forwards and he swiped his tongue through your folds. He shuffled forwards and you struggled to stand on the tips of your toes on your other leg, and you let out a quiet squeak as he easily lifted your leg until it was over his other shoulder, his hands splayed across your ass to support you as he started to lick and suck at you with earnest. 

 Your fingers found their way to his hair, tangling them in the dark chestnut brown strands as he started to fuck you with his tongue, the long muscle massaging your inner walls as his nose rubbed against your clit. The harder you squirmed the tighter he held you, and soon you could feel your legs start to tremble as you clamped them around his head, your whole body shaking with need as you moaned out his name so beautifully. 

 The room was hot, the air heavy with lust and the sounds of his tongue and mouth working so hard towards orgasm, and when the levy finally broke you cried out his name surrounded by curses, your body shaking so hard you were thankful he could hold you up as otherwise you surely would have tumbled to the floor. When the stimulation was all too much you tugged on his hair and called out his name, your voice hoarse and your throat dry;

 “Henry… please, stop…”

 He let out a chuckle as he gently set your feet on the floor before standing, steadying you as you swayed a little;

 “Do you feel better now?”

 “Yes Sir” you drunkenly muttered, your eyelids heavy and a smile plastered across your face.

 Holding your face gently in his palms he pressed a light kiss to your lips;

 “Have your water then get to bed Princess”

 “Yes Henry”

 You watched as he left, winking as he shut the door behind him, and you did as he told you, minutes later falling face first into bed, still fully clothed apart from your panties that were decorating your kitchen floor.

Chapter 4 >>>

[mouse-fantoms]

Study Session Sabotage

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A jealous Luke sabotaging a Julie and Nick study session

It was clear to both of them after the whole cradling each other’s faces, there was definitely something more there.

Sure, Luke played off the “oozing chemistry” comment from Reggie, and tried to prove that he has chemistry with everyone (i.e. passionately serenading Reggie with Edge of Great). His friends already knew though. Of course there was also Julie’s “Perfect Harmony”. She imagined dancing with a ghost for pete’s sake. Then the, “This is an interesting little relationship you and I have.” It was only a matter of time before they talked about it.

The conversation went as normal as a conversation between a lifer and a ghost could be. They had a mature conversation about the topic. They both acknowledged their feelings for each other as well as also realizing how interesting of a relationship they have is (the whole having a crush on someone who you theoretically, can’t be a thing with, forbidden romance so to speak). At least now they got it out of the way and not too much changed between them. If anything, it helped make their songwriting sessions together stronger. Which was why Luke was confused over how Julie had been acting during this session.

“Okay, something is obviously on your mind.” He finally stated after awhile into it.

They were sat on the couch together, his journal open on the coffee table in front of him, scribbles of whatever lyrics came to them.

“Hm?” He caught her attention.

“That’s what I mean! You’re usually in the zone when we write together.”

“In the zone?”

“Yeah. You get this shine in your eye, your smile becomes brighter than thousands of stars as lyrics come to your-” he realized he was starting to go on one of his ‘I-love-Julie Molina’ speeches as Alex and Reggie had called them. “What’s on your mind?”

She sat up from the couch and went on the other side of the coffee table to distance herself from him.

“It’s just...” she was fidgeting with her fingers.

“You can tell me you know.” He stood up from the couch to face.

“Nick asked me to help him study.”

She expected an answer from him but continued when she didn’t get one, “And I said yes.”

“That’s it?”

A confused expression came on her face. “You’re not-”

“What?” He smiled. “You think just because whatever this thing going on between us is, you can’t hang out with other people?”

“Well it’s a study session.”

“He does have a crush on you.” Luke argued.

“Well you would know.”

The comment made air come out of his nose. “You want my permission to have a study session with him? Sure, of course you can.”

“...You’re sure you’re ok with it?”

“Of course. Even if it wasn’t one I’d still be cool with it.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“Promise!” He put his hands up in defense. “I wish you and Nick a fun study session.”

She smiled. “Ok, now that that’s out of the way I do have this one lyric in mind.”

~~~

“So what are you guys studying?”

“Oh my god!”

Her reaction to his question came after his multiple other ones. Reggie and Luke were behind the counter as she was setting up the kitchen table for her study session. She didn’t mind the company whenever she was doing things around the house. That was unless one of them had been doing what Luke was. Luke rested his chin on his hand on the kitchen counter.

“Really?” Reggie had the same reaction as Julie.

“Can’t I be curious?” He defended.

“I thought you said you were cool with it?”

“I am but can’t I just... want to know more about the event?”

“Event?” Reggie folded his arms. “It’s a study date.”

“Not a date!” Julie repeated for what seemed like the millionth time.

“Right, if it was you probably would have worn that pink blush dress.” Luke input.

“Oh and that dress paired with black flats, that would be a look!” His friend added.

“Oh! And a nice rose gold necklace too-“

The two noticed Julie’s crossed arms, unimpressed with their conversation. “Since when did you two become fashion experts?”

“There’s only so much you can do when you’re rotating through a trash bag of clothes.” Reggie answered.

“Nick is just coming over to study.” She repeated yet again. “You’re asking more questions than my dad did.”

“When is he getting back, by the way?” The jet black haired boy wondered.

“Not until later.”

She saw a disappointed look on the bassist’s face. “Maybe you can hang with Alex when he gets back. I would say Luke but that’s if he gets done babysitting my-”

“Babysitting?” He sounded offended.

“You are hovering.”

“You are.” Julie agreed alongside Reggie.

“I’m cool with it, I promise! I can show yo-” Before he could ‘defend’ himself even more the doorbell rang.

“Behave.” She warned going over to grab the door.

When she went to get the door she heard part of a conversation between the two ghosts. It went something along the lines of Reggie offering that Luke and him could work on something in the garage. Luke politely declined saying that he needed to prove to Julie that he was cool with the study session. He proposed that Reggie could perhaps go to the studio and write a song of his own. The ghost perked up remembering that he had another ‘Home is Where my Horse is’ to add to the roster.

“Hey!” Nick greeted once she opened the door.

“Hi! Come on in!” She opened the door wider for him. “You can set your stuff down at the table.” She closed the door and gestured over to the table.

“So is it just us?” He asked, setting his backpack down against the leg of the table at the seat that was in front of the counter.

She saw Luke, who was still behind the counter with his chin propped up, raising his eyebrows as if to tell her ‘see... a date’ wanting to be told later he was right.

“Yeah,” she responded as he got his materials out of his bag and set them on the table where he would sit, “my dad and brother will be out for a bit until then it’s just us.”

“Cool. Thanks for agreeing. I know last time you said you probably wouldn’t be able to because of your band.”

Julie looked away when she sat down across from him, reaching down to get her materials from her pack. Her attention was caught when she heard the noise of the chair being suddenly pushed out. She looked up and saw Nick, barely sitting on the edge of the chair, and then Luke, who stood just behind the chair, seemingly twiddling his thumbs.

“Did you just have your floors waxed or something?” Nick asked, adjusting himself on the chair and scooting himself in.

“No…” she trailed off looking at the likely colperurate.

“I just pulled out the chair and it seemed to slip.”

“Mhm… slip…” she was still glaring at the one she suspected.

“Well,” he reached into his bag and pulled out his textbook, flipping through the pages until he got to the right one, “I guess we could start.” He bent down back into his pack to get his pencil case, until there was a loud clap.

Both Nick and Julie’s heads went to the textbook that both knew was previously just open but now showed the cover.

“Didn’t I-” he looked to Julie who seemed to be staring daggers passed him, “And then it-“

“It’s probably the wind.” She seemed to say through her teeth.

“Wind?”

“The AC. You know how it is.”

He nodded, not entirely knowing how it is. He shook his head to forget the book that suddenly closed on its own. He opened the book back up and placed his pencil case on top to ensure it stayed open this time. He put his pencil on the left side of the book while he went to grab the papers that went with the work. Julie, meanwhile, was also getting her materials out in front of her.

He pulled out the papers and went to grab his pencil only to be met with the table’s surface instead. Looking, the pencil had rolled away from the textbook. It wouldn’t have been a big deal if the pencil hadn’t made it one.

The weird part, it didn’t continuously roll away. He would go to grab it. It would then roll, then stop and when he went to grab the stopped pencil it continued to roll. Seeming like it was purposefully trying to get away from his grasp.

“Maybe you should turn down that AC.”

“Hm?” She asked looking up to him to see his outstretched arm and the pencil at his fingertips.

“The wind seems to really be blowing my pencil away.”

“Does it now?” She seemed agitated.

“Either that or you have some sort of gho-“ he caught himself, “...a phantom…”

“Huh?” This was the one time Nick could tell her attention was fully on him.

“How come your band is called ‘Julie and the Phantoms’?” He put his arm back under the table, discarding the writing utensil at the of it.

“Oh…” an answer took a moment to form, “Well Flynn actually came up with it.”

“Why the phantoms?” The question didn’t really come to mind until now.

“Well… the effect of when they join me on stage looks kind of like that of a ghost.” Technically was not a lie.

The more he thought about it, the more questions came. “You’ve never been into tech kind of hologram stuff before.”

“Well…”

“And even when the hologram projector worked at the dance… you still didn’t perform with them and the WiFi was working completely fine for school WiFi.”

He saw her hesitate. “Maybe you should-” she went to the cabinets, “Would you maybe want some water or anything?”

He noticed her wanting to change the subject. “Sure…”

She nodded telling him that she understood. She got a glass and filled up his cup. He thanked her as she began to get herself a cup as well.

He would have taken a sip as soon as she put it on the table if it wasn’t for when he reached for it, the cup decided to inch north. This occurrence had happened too often in this short amount of time that a pattern was noticed. Nick looked to Julie who was busy putting water in her glass and turned his head back to his. To test his hypothesis, he again reached for it only to have it yet again move inches out of his reach. Things would only move if Julie wasn’t looking.

Maybe he could get the cup if he was quick enough. A few attempts had occurred at trying to grab it before it went out of his grasp, none were successful. Especially the last attempt, well in a way he was. He was too quickly though. As the cup moved his fingertips grazed it and made it clink on the table, spilling the liquid.

Julie looked up, hearing the clink, glaring rather annoyed just next to him.

“...Maybe I’ll just get my own water.” Nick grabbed the now empty cup and went over to the sink. He pulled on the faucet’s handle and no incident had occurred, until less than a second later when the water from the faucet began to spray all over him. As if someone had put their thumb on the spout of the faucet, making the water squirt all over.

“Nick I-” She went to try to help the completely soaked boy, but realized there wasn’t much she could do.

“Maybe we could reschedule this study session,” he tried to wring his sleeve out in the sink, “once you have this ‘AC’ under control.” He went back over to the table.

“Nick I’m sorry I-”

“Molina it’s fine.” He looked up from putting his things in his backpack to her behind the counter. “I just have the feeling this ‘AC’ is targeting me. Tell me whenever you have it worked out then we can maybe try this again. See you at school partner.” Julie watched as he put his bag on his shoulder and headed out the door.

“Well, not much studying was happening during the study date.” She turned around to see Luke stood at the sink. She crossed her arms at him. “...What?”

She shook her head at him, let out a huff of air and put her arms down as she went over by the oven to get the towel that was slung over the handle.He followed her as she took the towel to wipe up the water on the floor of the kitchen.

“What exactly were you supposed to be studying because that was not happening.” He kept noticing her annoyed look as she went over to the table to clean the water over there.

“...Maybe I could-” he tried to reach for the towel in her hand but she pulled it away from him, obviously not in the mood. Maybe later though, she would be in less of a mood.

~~~

“Are you still upset?”

He poofed into her room after she hadn’t come into the garage for a songwriting session. She was on her bed, possibly doing work for a class not paying any attention to when he poofed in.

He took a seat at the edge of her bed. “How are we supposed to do a songwriting session if you’re still giving me the silent treatment?”

“You’re right. If I continue you may douse me with water.”

“...Well not on you.”

“What happened?”

It was hard to ignore the question when she was staring right at him. “What do you-”

“You know exactly what I mean! You said you were cool with it!”

“I was!”

“Really? Because trying to pull his chair out from under him, rolling away his pencil and dowsing him with water, just to name a few, didn’t seem like you were! You were acting like a jealous boyfriend!”

He perked up. “Is that what-“ he cleared his throat, “are we-”

Based on her angrily getting up from her bed, after an eye roll, that was clearly not a conversation she wanted to have right now.

“Right, right! Not a discussion right now.” He stood up to face her across the room. “...I thought I would be cool with it.”

“This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you in the first place. I told you that it was just a study session.”

“But he asked if it was only you two.”

“He was just curious who was in the house. Or maybe he wanted to say hi to dad and Carlos since it’s been a little bit since he’s seen them.”

“Oh… well…” He started to feel slightly guilty.

“For the record, he knows how I feel about dates.”

“He does?”

“He already tried to ask me out.”

“...tried?” The more and more the conversation continued the guilty kept sinking in.

She nodded. “And I said no.”

“...well now I feel really dumb.”

She stepped closer to the bed. “Why didn’t you just trust me that there wasn’t anything other than studying?”

“It’s not that I didn’t trust you it’s just…” he looked for words to say, “...I don’t know what happened.”

She crossed her arms, not buying his statement.

“I don’t know I guess I just- I was being jealous.” He sat on the corner of her bed. “I guess some part of me wanted to be Nick.”

She sat next to him, wanting him to elaborate more.

“If I was alive that maybe we could do study sessions like that, maybe I could go to school with you and come by your locker and-”

“If you were alive,” her voice brought his attention from his hands to her beside him, “we wouldn’t have met.”

He shared her little smile.

“I’m sorry. I should have left you two alone to have your own study session. I didn’t mean to get jealous. He seems like a good guy.”

“I think you and him would get along.”

“You do?” He seemed taken aback.

“Both of you get passionate about what you like, both of you play guitar-”

“Does he now?” He raised his eyebrows at his ‘competition’.

“Oww!” He said in response to Julie jabbing her elbow in his arm. “I was kidding!”

“I don’t know, you might soak him in water again.”

“...That did cross the line.”

“For all I know he could be scared to come back again even if I got the ‘AC’ under control.”

“He definitely knows it’s not the AC.”

He saw the lightbulb in her head go off. “What?”

“You’re one hundred percent fine this time with a study session between Nick and I?”

“Yes.” He confirmed.

~~~

“Come on in.” She let open the door for Nick. “Thanks for agreeing to come back after… last time.”

He seemed cautious as she closed the door. “Yeah… no problem.”

“Don’t worry you won’t get sprayed with water this time. I had a talk with the ‘AC’.”

“The ‘AC’ doesn’t happen to be in your band… does he?” His attention was suddenly turned to the kitchen table seeing from his peripheral vision a chair move. “...Did that just-”

“He let out your chair for you this time.”

“...Well it’s already going better than last time.”

She gestured towards the table for him to sit. She followed behind as he set his bag down and sat. He looked cautiously around.

“I promise, you have nothing to be worried about.”

“Just so we’re on the same page, the phantoms in your band are most definitely ghosts?”

She nodded.

“Oh. ...Cool.”

“Cool?”

“I mean you guys already make amazing music, it's an added layer that they’re ghosts.”

“You probably have a lot of questions.”

“Right now, the one who haunted me is cool with me now?”

“I have a strict no haunting rule but yes, he is fine with you.”

He suddenly had a thought. “...You can see them all the time can’t you?”

“Yeah we don’t really know why.” She noticed what he said. “...How’d you know that?”

“In the hall, when I came up to you at your locker. You fixed what you said about telling me to shut up and then punched in the shoulder too, something you never do. Just before went to practice for our dance… you said your mind wondered and you called me Luke. Luke was there wasn’t he? He’s the one who haunted me.”

“You catch on quick.”

He leaned in to whisper, “Are you two a-”

“I would prefer to have this conversation when he’s out of the room.” She directed her statement next to him.

“Oh come on!” Luke let out. “I’ll be helpful this time. I promise no water will be slipped. Let me show you that- ugh fine.” He could read her expression. “I wish you two a nice study session.”

She turned her head back to Nick, indicating that Luke probably left.

“Between you and me, his guitar skills are-”

“Probably not so bad yourself either blondie.”

“Luke!” She scolded seeing him poof in behind the counter.

“Right, right. I’m gone. Sorry!” He put his palms up and poofed out once again.

“This time,” she looked to Nick, “no more distractions. I promise.”

“Hey as long as I don’t get haunted, it’s fine. He can haunt you all he wants.”

“He can… can’t he?” She smiled to where the ghost was moments ago before her and Nick actually began their study session, free of a jealous ghost this time.

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Humans are Space Orcs, “The Prodigum”

Some of you have been asking about this species, so surprise! Story arc! 

The darkness around them was hot and stifling. Their breath had leached the freshness out of the crate hours ago leaving them sitting in a stale muggy darkness. Sunny shifted in the near darkness struggling to see with the single beam of meager light which filtered in from above.

Adam lay in her arms blacked out completely.

She let his upper body rest gently in her lower arms, while her upper arms searched through his blond hair --matted with dried blood-- and across his scalp. She swore she was going to kill the person who did this to him. Didn’t they know what a knock in the head could do to a human? Didn’t they understand what a concussion meant?

He needed a doctor, he needed Krill, but the little physician wasn’t with them now.

He was back on the Tesraki home planet with the ship.

And they were… well Sunny had no idea where they were. It had all happened so fast, one moment they were walking through the streets going through market vendor stalls and laughing about something stupid, and the next moment Adam was lying unconscious on the ground and her head was inside a bag.

She would have fought, but they threatened to hurt Adam if she did.

Perhaps if it had been some other person she might have taken that chance, but she wasn’t nearly willing enough to risk Adam for her own perceived vanity..

After the attack, they had quickly been carted off across the city and loaded into this crate. She had heard the sound of the docks and the roaring of engines. She had sat in here for hours as the ship passed in and then out of warp.

Wherever they were, they were miles away from home, with no one to come and same them.

And Adam was injured, likely concussed.

Worst of all is that she couldn’t even see his eyes to check and make sure if he was ok or not. His breathing was relatively even, a slow expansion of his chest and ribs over and over and over again.

She adjusted herself groaning softly as she attempted to stretch out her legs. Adam’s body was dead weight in her hands as she moved him pulling him further onto her lap to where she could hold him with her right set of arms while examining his wound with the other two.

His head rested against her shoulder breath hot on her neck.

Good she could make sure he was still alive that way.

The engine thrummed.

She had tried to break out of the box first thing of course,but that action had proven to be fruitless as had screaming. The engine was much too loud. She had, of course, tried engineering her way out of the box but without tools space and with Adam’s dead weight to work around that had also been a fruitless option.

So she sat in the dark and waited.

She was beginning to worry that Adam would never wake up when he finally began to stir.

Sunny sighed a deep sigh of relief.

“Adam. Adam, are you ok, can you hear me.”

For a horrible moment there was no answer, but then a groggy, “Sunny…. Where are we…. Why can’t I see.”

A hint of panic crept into his voice.

“Shh, you’re ok we are just stuck in a crate, that’s all.”

“Oh that's good,” He paused, “Never thought I would say that about being stuck in a crate.” She sighed again in relief glad to see that he was at least lucid and understood what was happening, “Now hold on, what happened, and why do I have such a raging headache.”

She shifted slightly in her space as he adjusted himself.

The crate was small, so there wasn’t really anywhere for him to go,so he just ended up resting more securely against her chest head resting on her chest plate her lower arms wrapped around him to keep him in place.

“We were attacked, you were knocked out and I was threatened.”

“And you didn’t screw them up?”

“They were threatening to kill you. I only had so many options.”

He grunted, and in the dark he sighed turning his head so his cheek was brushing up against her, “This has been a shit day.”

That made her laugh. Leave it to Adam to make her laugh when their lives were in danger.

Nothing Much they could do about the situation now, and they remained in darkness curled up together under the roaring of the engine.

Both of them felt it when the ship came into atmosphere, growing more and more nervous as they felt their crate being shifted and moved. Their little sliver of light was completely gone now leaving them in complete darkness as they were jostled and jolted around inside the crate. Then there came voices, tesraki Drev, burg, and another voice which was far less familiar to sunny than any of the others 

She felt adam go still in her arms.

“What she whispered,”

“Prodigum.” He hissed the sharp crack of the spat word hissing through the darkness’

Prodigum? Sunny didn’t know much about that species. The only thing she knew for sure is that they had withdrawn from peace talks with the GA and were an outside entity. She knew they occasionally traded with the GA and that Adam had had some run-ins with them. Run-ins that gave him a serious hatred for their kind which was uncharacteristic for his usual forgiving nature.

The crate jolted and rocked.

A distant thrumming filled the background, the lull of conversation, and then it went silent again.

The box jolted downwards.

“Here master, just as you requested.” “I assume you got a good specimen.”

Adam and Sunny leaned up against the walls of their crate trying to determine who or what was speaking.

“You will be most pleased with us master. Got you a real fine specimen we did, worth well over the asking prices. Will be the most exotic peace to your collection for sure.”

There was a low sort of guttural rumble from the outside of the crate.

“I will be the judge of that. Open the crate.”

There was some shuffling for a moment, a sharp snap and the sides of the box fell away. Sunny and Adam were forced to raise their hands against the light as bright purple and blue light assailed them from all directions. They blinked past the shade cast by their hands.

The room they stood in was strange.

They got the feeling that the open space was supposed to be some kind of meeting space or gathering room.

Perhaps even some sort of entertainment room with how large it was, two floors connected by wide arching ramps up either side of the wide room. The floor below them was a purplish sort of grey made even more so by the blue and purple lights from above.

Adam turned his head in a wide arc his head raised towards the ceiling. Sunny followed his gaze , and was immediately horrified.

Overhead at least twenty cages had been suspended from the ceiling. Though most of them were either empty, three others were occupied.

Two sick, mournful looking humans and a bleached white skeleton.

“The fuck.”

Adam turned his head eyes narrowing towards the group that stood around them, and Sunny got her first good look at the prodigum.

She was not pleased with what she saw.

The creature was big, maybe a little taller than her.

It had a body sort of like a gorilla if gorillas were absolutely hideous in every way. Its back legs were short and stumpy, just one massive fleshy mass holding up their incredible bulk. They had no neck to speak of, and their arms were absolutely massive jutting ninety degrees from their shoulders and then ninety degrees again at the elbow. IF you were to have stretched out one of their arms it would almost have been one two thirds times as tall as their own bodies.

Each arm was thicker than a man’s waist, and instead of hands it had one long pointy spike.

When they walked they walked on their wrists as if a human were to go to walk on their knuckles but have their wrist buckle leaving the spike to point back and up.

Its body was covered in an immense and pendulous collection of baggy folds which swung heavily from side to side as it moved.

there was no neck, and its large face was droopy, its horrific mouth a grotesque sagging heap like a child was trying to melt a playdough smiley face in the microwave.

With two sets of eyes on either side of it’s grotesque head and the numbers spaghetti like protrusions, which dangled from its throat -- writhing to and fro while also acting as the creature’s hands -- it was a grotesque and monstrous sight.

Sunny made a face.

Adam grunted, “Disgusting.”

“And the Drev?”

“Consider her a bonus.”

The big ugly creature grunted, expelling a burst of air from the two breathing tubes which sagged from either side of its neck, their ends opening and closing like the blowholes of a whale.

Adam shifted and stood unsteadily against Sunny’s protests gripping the bars with white knuckled hands.

“You have no idea what you have just started, ugly.”

The prodigum laughed, through it came out as wet gurgling snorts from it’s breathing tubes, “Oh I know exactly what I have started, Commander Vir.”

Adam stepped back in shock, nearly tripping over Sunny in their tight confines.

The prodigum leaned in close to the cage the little spaghetti-like tentacles waving before the bars curling uncurling or wrapping themselves around cold steel.

Adam made a face.

“In fact, it was your presence which I requested personally.” He turned in his spot to look at the room around him, which sunny was becoming to understand was far larger than she had originally assumed.“I have many wealthy clients who don’t settle for just anyone, commander. Your prestige will be a great selling point.”

“What even is this place?”

“Many things, many things. It is a place of business, a place of frivolity, and a place where humans do what they are told.” His voice grew low and quiet. One of his large spiked arms raised off the floor somewhat. The Spike brandished.

“And what exactly do you expect me to do for you?” He asked crossing his arms over his chest.

“Why, the only thing humans are good for. I want you to sing.”

This time both Adam and Sunny were dumbstruck, “You want me to,what now?”

“Sing, Commander. You do know what singing is, don’t you.’

Adam shook his head, “you have got to be fucking kidding me. That’s it, that's why you kidnapped one of the most --not to brag or anything-- powerful men  in the GA. The guy with the firepower of an entire human fleet behind him, and you brought me here to be your cage canary. To sing you little songs.”

The prodigum  grunted, “That is precisely what I expect you to do, commander.”

Adam proceeded to laugh in his face,“You have got to be kidding me. Not only is this possibly the stupidest thing I have ever heard of just in principle, but it is ALSO dumb because there are thousands of humans out there who can sing better than me. Sure I can carry a tune, but I’m not Freddie mercury.”

The prodigum was not looking as bothered by the comments as he probably should have been. In fact, he almost seemed amused, “This is not about your ABILITY to sing commander. Most nonhumans can’t actually tell the difference between good and bad singing, they simply know it is something they cannot do. No, I didn’t bring you here for your skill, I brought you here because of your importance. When my clients see you, they are going to understand what you represent….. And that is my complete and total control, my absolute impunity when it comes to the law, and my ability to do whatever I want. You are a symbol of my power.”

“Yeah, and you can suck a bag of dicks.”

The prodigum leaned closer, “You will do what I want you to do.”

A group of tentacles wriggled through the bars waving before their faces. Sunny saw it coming way before the prodigum did, though he definitely should have seen it. The way the human’s body tensed up, the way he grew still, the way his eyes drew to laser focus,the way that his knees bent and his hands curled at his sides.

And then he struck.

Like a cobra.

With one hand he reached out wrapping his fingers around a handful of the nasty wriggling tentacles before yanking hard.

The prodigum screamed.

Sunny lunged forward to help all four of her arms shooting through the bars as Adam dug his fingers into the writhing tentacles.

There was an eruption of movement.

Adam craned his neck downwards mouth open teeth poised to strike.

Everyone knew what a human bite meant.

And then there was an eruption of pain. Lightning coursed across her vision and sunny found herself on the ground legs twitching. She heard Adam yell screaming through his teeth.

And then a dull thud.

The pain went away.

She looked over to find Adam sagging against the bars of the cage.

The prodigum had retreated with his posse surrounding him..

He mewled with pain, a few of his face tentacles dripping blue onto the floor, others hanging limp and unusable.

The human began to laugh despite the pain of the electric shock, “Fuck-you.”

With anger in his expression, the prodigum looked up, “Secure the Drev.”

Sunny struggled to her feet as both her and Adam realized what was happening. 

Sunny yelled for Adam to duck, but he was to late, a loop slipped over his neck tightening and pulling him against the side of the cage. He choked and gasped trying to force his fingers under the loop kicking and struggling as The door was thrown open and Sunny was electrocuted again before a group of others piled atop her securing her arms and dragging her form the cage, which was then shut.

Adam was let go staggering to his knees hands clenched around his throat.

He choked and gasped.

“I am going to make this very clear for you human.” Sunny was hauled upwards by the back of her carapace and suspended in the air.

“Do what I wish, or the Drev dies.’

Sunny struggled against their arms looking back towards the cage where Adam knelt.

She wished he would tell them to go to hell, but she could see almost immediately by the expression on his face and the pain in his single green eye that the prodigum had done it.

He had found Adam’s weakness.

He had found humanity’s greatest trait and their greatest weakness.

Their loyalty. 

And now they were in his power.

[revisionaryhistory]

Three Days ~ 85

~*~Sebastian~*~

I'd scheduled an extra-long massage not long after Emma had said that's what she wanted. I'd asked a lot of questions. My massage therapist laughed and told me this wasn't the first time he'd given massage lessons. He also told me to check porn hub. They have a whole section on "massage". Not what I normally watch, but I got a lot of ideas. I hadn't been sure how to pull it off until seeing the services menu in our room.

Emma stood between my spread legs, leaning against me. Her arms wrapped over mine. I kept my eyes on the sunset, but everything else was hers. Leaving was up to her. She took my hand and pulled away, turning to kiss me, "Ready?"

"Yup." I picked up the bag with our purchases, including an obscene amount of cheese, and headed for a cab.

At the hotel I stopped at the front desk, "Could you have this taken to our room?"

"Of course, Mr. Stan."

I pulled out the cooling bag, "This needs to go in the fridge." The clerk nodded. "Thank you." I turned around and nearly bumped into the bellman reaching for the bags. I quickly handed him a tip and took Emma's hand. I bypassed the elevator and headed down the hall past the restaurant.

"Where are we going?"

"Spa."

She laughed, "You booked a massage room? They do that?"

I shrugged, "I told them you were also my massage therapist." I raised my eyebrows with a smile. This was one of my better plans.

"Ingenious."

"I couldn't figure out how to do this without a massage table." I put in the code, "After you. Last door on the left." I followed her into the room and turned the dimmer switch, keeping the lights low, "Where do you carry tension?"

"Shoulders. Upper back."

"Show me." I turned my back and fought to not react with the feel of her hands tracing muscles on my back. This was not about me. Mostly.

I squeaked out, "Ok." I cleared my throat and turned back to face her. "Get as naked as your comfortable with and I'll be back in a few minutes."

I'd snuck down this morning and left a bag. I forgot a pair of shorts, so I'd be going with boxer briefs and my t-shirt. Emma wouldn't mind. I checked to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything else I had to run upstairs for. Luckily, I hadn't. I knocked on the door, "You ready?"

"Yes."

I locked the door behind me. She was face down with the blanket over her. "Comfortable." She answered yes as I pushed play on a new spa playlist.

I started at the head of the table and ran my hands down her back on top of the blanket. I've never understood this part, but it feels good. Maybe just a relaxation thing. A minute of that was good enough. I turned down the blanket where barely the top of her ass showed. I warmed the massage oil between my hands then made the same path as I had over the blanket. Straight down either side of her spine, fingers splaying onto her butt, back up, and across her shoulder blades. She made a quiet noise of approval when I went over where she'd shown me. I moved to the side and concentrated there. I could feel knots and did as my massage therapist had instructed, using a combination of strokes and pressure. I was a little surprised when the first knot released. Never been on this side.

Emma groaned.

I leaned over to kiss her shoulder before getting back to work. Once I was satisfied with the smoothness on this side, I went to the other. From there I moved on to her lower back. That's where I held tension so I know just where to push and stretch. I folded the blanket up, this time where just the bottom of her butt showed. I worked my way up her calves and her thighs. We'd done a lot of walking today so I was thorough. Slight hums and quiet moans were the only communication between us this far. That was about to change.

I took the blanket off her and put it on a nearby chair. Part of my lower back pain is caused by tight piriformis muscles. A lesser-known butt muscle. Yes, I get my ass massaged.

Emma made a questioning noise, "Never had my ass massaged before."

"Low back pain is often caused by a tight ass." I was only speaking the truth. Not my fault it sounded dirty. I moved to the other side, tracing muscles. "How do you feel?"

"Very relaxed."

"Good. Lift up. I need to move this pillow." I positioned it where it pushed her hips up. Facing her feet, I used both hands on her inner thighs, gently easing them apart a few inches. "Tension here can make you very uncomfortable."

"I didn't know that."

Ha ha ha.

"Oh yeah, very uncomfortable." I kissed the small of her back and grabbed the massage oil for more intimate areas. Meaning taste free. I’d checked. I started at her lower back and went straight down the crack of her ass and around. I closed my eyes to take in the feel of her. I kept my fingers on the surface, not going inside of her, and repeated the movement. My other hand smoothed up her spine to the back of her neck. She arched her back, pressing closer to my hand. "Want more, baby."

"Yes, please."

The use of the word please is underrated. All this slippery touching was affecting me too. I was enjoying the slow sensual moments, but I was pretty sure I could drive railroad spikes with my cock.

"I love touching you." I pressed my middle finger deeper than the rest of my hand. Sliding over her ass and into her. Mmm, I needed more than one hand. I used the thumb of one hand on her clit and kept stroking her inside and out with the other. I watched her breathing increase, but she wasn't squirming enough.

Time to test the sturdiness of this table.

I went back to the foot and massaged up her legs again, making room for me between them. We'd figured out (again) that she liked the feel of my beard on her inner thighs. So I started there, moving quickly to lick everywhere my tongue could reach while my thumb went back to her clit. Couldn't quite reach there. Luckily, my tongue in her ass got the response I wanted: Her wiggling around trying to get closer to where I touched her.

"Sebastian... don't stop... please."

There was that word again. I considered stopping because I wasn't done with the massage portion, but she had said please. Emma went very still for about five seconds before her orgasm took over. I liked hearing my name while she came. If I hadn't already decided this was only part one I would have now. I crawled off the table the same way I'd crawled on, "Turn over, baby. Time for the front."

I moved the pillow under her knees while she shuffled around. "I usually talk to my massage therapist when I'm on my back."

My back was turned to get more massage oil, "What do you want to talk about?"

"I don't want to talk to you."

The disgusted tone of her voice made me laugh. "You just lay there and relax." I started at her shoulder and moved down her arm. I was watching where my hands were, but out of the corner of my eye, I could see her watching me. "Are you going to keep staring at me?"

"Yes. You're handsome."

"Want me to take my shirt off?"

"Yes, please."

I reached over my head and pulled my shirt off. I wonder if massage oil washes out? My shirt and briefs are smudged with the stuff. Seems I might be messy. I threw my shirt on her clothes and went back to her arm, ignoring her staring at me. I liked it.

I used my thumbs or her palm, moving in opposite directions. Emma closed her eyes with a groan. I didn't stop, "Does your hand hurt?"

"Not that I was aware of, but fuck that feels good. A little harder." This groan crossed the line into a moan.

"That hard enough for you?" Yeah, that was my sex voice.

"For the moment."

I moved to the other arm and by the time I got to her hand her eyes had drifted closed.

She smiled and hummed her approval. Even more so when I moved to her breasts. Simultaneously. This was fun. I don't know what it is about nipples, but they beg me to play with them. Her's are nice. I like them. A lot.

Not really massaging, but caressing her stomach, waist, and hips. Tracing her curves. Noticing those three freckles. I stretched across her to kiss each of them. My hand stroked between her legs. My fingers pushing inside her.

Emma curled into my touch and said, very quietly, "I love you."

I turned my head, rubbing my beard against her stomach, and met her green eyes, "I love you." The way she looked at me made my heart grow too big for my chest. I instantly regretted moving my fingers to her clit because her eyes fluttered away from mine.

It was difficult not to ask her if there was any place I missed, what she wanted, what she wanted me to do. I like direction and encouragement. This wasn't about me though. I also don't think it's about the actual massage. Maybe it was supposed to be or it started that way, but it quickly went to touch and intimacy. Intimacy with a side of sex.

The massage portion wasn't quite over. I moved down to her thighs, applying deep pressure along her quads. I remember Emma saying she used to hate her thighs and had learned to accept them. I get it. She doesn't have the long thin legs of a model. Because she isn't one. She's played volleyball for over half her life. And fuck if I don't love how her legs and ass look in those little shorts.

I went down her legs and used my thumbs on the arch of her feet like I had her palms. I got the same reaction there. A scene popped into my mind of me on the chaise part of her couch, her laid perpendicular. We were both reading while I rubbed her feet. I hadn’t been paying attention to what I was doing. It felt natural.

Back in the spa room, it was time for another happy ending. Teasing was over too. I kissed up her inner thigh while fingering her. When I reached the apex and moved my mouth to her, I used my tongue to flip over her clit. I needed a better angle. I don't think her legs hanging off the table will be comfortable. Umm. I lifted her leg, ducking under to stretch out. I laid her leg over my shoulder and stroked the other, "Wrap that one over me too." I smiled up at her, "Pretend your Black Widow." The days of avoiding my day job were long over.

Emma chuckled, "So I should put you in a headlock between my thighs.”

"Yes." I lowered my head back to her. "Try not to suffocate me, but it would be a good way to go."

"Wonder how that would go over? Sebastian Stan smothered between his girlfriend's thighs."

"With a smile on his face."

"Among other things." She smiled dirtily.

I glared at her, "I'm not a messy eater."

She groaned, "Would be if you passed out and your face crashed into my pussy.”

I love how we play, even in the middle of sex. Especially in the middle of sex. And that it's not uncommon for us. Time to get back at it, though. "Shut up. I'm not done massaging."

Emma sighed when my tongue went back to her clit. Slow and easy. Savoring her. Moving lower occasionally to circle my tongue inside her, but mostly attending to the pea-sized nub that was even more fun to play with than nipples. I loved the way it slipped around, playing a game of hide and seek that I'll always win. Win for both us. Lick, suck, tease, flip. The same things she does to the head of my cock.

Speaking of my cock, he's taking notice that he's been cut out of our game. There'd been a lot of naked touching, but none for him. I haven't forgotten his needs, it’s just not his turn yet. While I licked and sucked the perfect spot I massaged her thighs and her ass. Her arm that had been perfectly immobile since we began came to life. She petted my head then reached around to find my hand. There was my clue she was close. I redoubled my efforts, making her come. Her thighs did tighten nicely around my head, but nothing suffocating.

I stroked up her body again, taking a moment to play with her breast before softly kissing her lips, I moved next to her ear and used my sexiest voice, "Can I be inside you? Please."

She purred, "I would like that very much."

I had to run back to the bag to get a condom. The massage table was not particularly designed for sex. It's a twin bed. Only smaller. Choices, choices, decisions, decisions. Then I remembered the thing had adjustable height. I lowered it and pulled her down where I lay over her. There needed to be more kissing. Her hands on my body, the way her fingernails barely scraped over my skin, sent a tingle of electricity over the surface of my skin, starting at the point of contact and spreading out. I reached between us to lead my cock inside her. She sucked my tongue in time with the first few strokes. Fuck, she felt good. The way she held me, wrapped my body in hers. I pushed up from her and brought her legs up along my chest. The increased friction stepped things up a few notches. I kissed her ankle, holding on tight while I slammed into her. The sounds we made were at differing ends of pleasure. She sighed and moaned while I grunted and groaned. One last stroke and I drove deep to come, squeezing her legs tight to me. When I let go of her legs she sat up as they lowered, and wrapped her arms around me. I temporarily lacked the energy to hold her tight, so I just soaked in the feel of her holding me.

Emma kissed the side of my neck, "You're better than cheese."

I started laughing. I'd never heard a more ridiculous compliment. "Before this week I didn't know what high praise that was."

She moved her hands to my face before kissing me again, "Te iubesc, Sebasti-an."

"I love you, Emiliana." We kissed again, nothing more than a soft press of lips. "Ready to head upstairs?"

"No." Emma shook her head. "We shouldn't waste the table. Lay down." She pushed me away and jumped down. "On your stomach."

I felt my eyebrow quirks, "You gonna give me a massage?"

"Unless you don't want one?"

"I didn't say that." I laid down. "Massage oil on the bookshelf."

The scene from earlier played out with me on the receiving end. I'm not sure which I liked better, touching or being touched. It had been much harder not to talk while I was doing the massaging. The pressure of her slick hands on my muscles kept my mouth shut. It was easy to let go and just feel.

A blow job with a prostate massage later my arms and legs hung limply off the sides of the table.

Emma's head lay on my lower stomach, her breath almost tickling. I worked up the energy to move my arm enough to play in her hair. "I'm very relaxed."

"I should hope so."

"I don't want to move just yet."

"Then don't." She kissed my stomach and stood up. My arm fell off the table again. “I’m taking a picture of you like this.”

“Cover the cock.” I felt a towel drape over me.

It took a little while until the blood worked it's way back to my extremities and I could move. "Ok, upstairs?"

We showered off all the excess massage oil and lube before we crawled into bed. I don't think it was possible for us to be closer. Our legs were twined and our arms were holding on. We talked quietly about the day, laughing again over things, and taking breaks to kiss. I don't know when we fell asleep. It was late or early. Either way, I sunk rather than fell asleep.

I woke up in the morning and we were in the same position. Maybe our legs had shifted. I took a deep breath of us before finding the clock. Eight. Emma had to leave the hotel by twelve. Four hours.

When I shifted my eyes back to Emma her eyes were open. Both having the same idea, we kissed. Long and slow. Which is my prediction for the sex we're about to have. I whined and pulled at her when she started pushing away.

Emma fought me off, laughing, "I have to pee."

I reached out after her with grabby hands, "Pee fast."

"Start without me."

I frowned. That doesn't sound fun. I could go ahead and take care of the condom. I piled the pillows behind my back and sat up, patiently waiting.

Emma opened the bathroom door, putting her hands high on the door frame, body curving from one side to the other, and one knee bent. Her hair hung over her shoulders, partially covering her breasts. I blew out a breath in hopes of easing the sudden ache I felt. It didn't work. "You're gorgeous."

"Thank you." She dropped her hands and walked toward me, crawling in the bed and swinging a leg over to settle in my lap. Her hands went up my chest to my shoulders at the same time mine went down her waist to her hips. "Did you start without me?"

I shook my head slowly, "Nope. I did prepare."

"Good boy." Emma slid her hands up my neck to my face and brought us together. Her tongue licked at my lips, asking to be let in.

We quickly went from slow deep kisses to me inside her. After that nothing was quick, sometimes barely moving. This wasn't a means to an end. I just wanted to feel her. Everything about her. About us. We alternated between moving together, making out, and saying all the things couples say when they're making love. At the end we held onto each other to ride out our orgasms, reverting to slow kisses.

Now it was my turn, "I have to pee."

Emma laid on the bed, "I'm jealous of the size of your bladder."

"OK." I made a face, "Thank you?"

[thirsty-x1]

Five Is Better Than None | Hyung Line

Request(s):

I don't know if this is too much or over the edge or something, but I have been having this is in mind for a while and I would love if someone actually wrote it 😳 So I was wondering, if I could request a smut with all from the hyung line? Where they invited Y/N aka their best friend over for a little chill hang out at one of their places and they play truth or dare where it gets a heated and yeah ... they fuck. That's it THAT'S IT, im sorry if it's a little too much! Thanks in advance tho! 💕 

Can you write something about being gangbanged by X1’s hyungline?

I am a-ok with multiple members! Worry not! I’ve been meaning to write about all of them together because, I mean, please yes

↬ Pairing: hyung line x fem!reader

↬ Genre: Smut

↬ Warnings: explicit language, mention of alcohol, multiple members, masturbation, oral sex, orgasm denial, overstimulation, double penetration, unprotected sex.

↬ Word Count: 2.1k

↬ Author’s Note: The gif doesn’t suit at all but it was the only with all of Hyung Line in it lmao.

You were walking around, lost in your own thoughts when someone called you. Turning around to try and find the voice, you encounter with a smiley Seungyoun running towards you. He gave you a short hug before talking to you again.

“Long time no see!” As he greeted you, Wooseok and Seungwoo came into sight.

“Yeah, it has been a few weeks. Where were you going?” Seeing the three of them hanging out, maybe there was some kind of big event.

“Oh, we were just going to have a meet up with Yohan and Hangyul.” Wooseok signaled the bag he was holding, the alcohol bottles in it clinking.

“Do you want to come with us?” Seungwoo’s voice was soft and gentle as he invited you.

“Oh no, it’s something between you–”

Before you could even finish, Seungyoun was already putting his arm around your shoulders and making you walk their way. It’s not like there was anything more important you had to do... Well, there was nothing to do, really, so maybe spending time with them wasn’t a bad idea. You had met Yohan and Hangyul first and then slowly ended up becoming friends with the rest of the group, your relationship with them being close since they all were quite extroverted and open when it came to meeting new people.

As you got in and left your bag on one of the chairs, Hangyul and Yohan popped up to say hi. It wasn’t long until all of you were sitting in the floor, it being more comfortable when there was too many people, drinking and eating what the guys had bought earlier. Seungyoun suggested playing truth or dare, everyone choosing dare most of the times, them being usual stuff like doing the dishes, cleaning the apartment, paying for food or drinks, asking for pizza, all quite regular stuff.

“Truth or dare?” Yohan asked, the bottle deciding it was your turn.

“Truth.”

“Would you kiss any of us right now?” Hangyul’s question took you by surprise.

“Yes.” It seems that your quick response caused the same effect on them.

“Wait, really? Who?” Seungwoo looked curious all of a sudden, and you shook your head laughing.

“Just one question per turn! You cheaters~” They all sighed but continued the game.

“Fine, fine, Wooseok, truth or dare?”

“Dare, obviously.”

“Kiss the prettiest girl in the room in the lips, and notice I said girl and not person because lets face it, I would smoke all of you.” Seungyoun tried to lighten up the atmosphere with some bad acting, but you still tensed up and Wooseok too, but just for a second.

He got closer to you, silently asking for permission which you granted before softly pressing his lips on yours. It was just a dare anyway and it was the usual thing to happen, so there was nothing else to it, besides you were all friends so it was fine, right? However, the ephemeral contact made your heart flutter and you didn’t get to enjoy it, everything finishing way too fast. The bottle spun again and landed on Yohan.

“I choose truth.”

“Have you ever fantasized with any of us?” Hangyul was having fun making all the awkward questions, it even seemed as if there was an implicit pact between him and Seungyoun to do so. Yohan looked at you for a few seconds before a blush spread on his cheeks.

“W-Well... Yes?” You laughed at his shyness before getting attacked by the same question again. Since truth had turn out to be slightly strange...

“Guess I’ll have to go with dare.”

“Make out with one of us, it’s up to you who you want it to be.” This time Seungyoun spoke and it was your turn to blush. “We are all fine with it, so, go ahead.”

Even if it was a game, you felt nervous. Who would be the best choice? What if any of them felt hurt? It probably wasn’t that deep, but still. All of them were staring at you, waiting for your decision, all of them except Seungwoo. Right, he was the best choice: he was the oldest, mature enough to not take it seriously... You crawled until being right in front of him, his eyes suddenly looking up, giving you a soft smile before letting you sit on his lap, wasting no time. You thought the kiss was going to be sweet and slow, just like the side he always showed you, but instead it turned out to be greedy and passionate, the temperature raising between you two before he pressed you down on him, his hard on making you let out a sigh.

You felt someone sneaking behind you, whispering in your ear the question again, your focus wavering at the feeling of another pair of hands on your waist, muttering a slight ‘truth’.

“Would you let all of us fuck you?” A whimper escaped your lips, not even trying to concentrate on who asked before you nodded, not finding a good reason to lie since the thought had crossed your mind more than once.

That was all they needed. Seungyoun lifted you up and turned you around, your back now being against Seungwoo’s chest and your lips being attacked by Hangyul whilst Yohan roamed your body with his hands. You could feel long fingers rub your core over your clothes, the touch making you jolt before realizing that it belonged to Seungwoo.

“You seem to be quite greedy for this.” You turned your head towards the voice, finding Wooseok palming himself over his pants as he looked down on you. As you were about to answer, the fingers between your legs slipped under your clothes, causing you to throw your head back.

“She is getting wet already...” The boy behind you attached his lips to your neck as he started fingering you slowly.

Yohan gave a slight tug to the bottom of your shirt before pulling it up and off, doing the same with your bra, the five of them letting out heavy grunts at the sight of your breasts. Two mouths started licking, sucking and biting them softly, Seungwoo’s fingers being too distracting for you to be able to focus on anything else. You felt a strong grip in your hair, opening your eyes to meet with Hangyul’s cock, his order being clear enough. You sucked on his tip, hearing a hiss that encouraged you to engulf his whole length, Wooseok hand coming to the back of your head to push you further down until you gagged, the younger bucking his hips instinctively before pulling out, just like the fingers that were inside you.

Seungyoun came closer, sucking on the juices you had left on Seungwoo’s hand, the view making you whine before he took off your bottoms, leaving you completely naked to all of their hungry eyes. He laid you down on the floor, your back arching at both the cold surface and at him going down on you, not even asking before licking a stripe up your folds, humming at your taste. Your moans filled the room along with the noise of them stroking their cocks, your hands flying to Seungyoun’s hair as he sucked on your clit, your orgasm approaching and dissolving as he detached his mouth from you. There was no time for complaining as he gently pulled you up and made you straddle Yohan’s face who was laying in the floor next to you, his tongue wasting no time in tasting you as Seungwoo took place in your mouth, the precum spreading on your taste buds. Seungyoun and Wooseok grabbed your hands, making you stroke their hard members, your hands gripping them tightly whenever Seungwoo touched the back of your throat, Yohan slipped his tongue inside of you or Hangyul pinched your nipples.

Again, your orgasm was near and all the contact faded away immediately before the eldest picked you up as if you weighed nothing at took you to the room, placing your body on the bed, your cries making him smirk. Soon they were all surrounding you but without touching you.

“Who do you want to take first, baby?” Hangyul was the first to talk. You couldn’t care less, you just wanted any of them to fill you up once and for all.

“Wooseok.” He would let you cum, you were almost sure of it, even if it was just to brag about it to the rest.

As he placed behind you, indicating you to put in all fours, Seungyoun brought Yohan right in front of you, his red face matching his red tip.

“Yohanie has confessed that he always fantasized about you sucking him off, will you make it come true?” The tone he was using was soft yet demanding at the same time, a proud smile on his face as you nodded.

You slid your tongue on the underside of his shaft, Yohan trembling at the feeling, your lips closing around his head before bobbing your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks. The rest were watching you intently, making you feel even more aroused, Wooseok rubbing his cock on your slit before entering you roughly, causing you to choke around Yohan. His thrusts were short and quick, your orgasm building up in seconds, and just how you had predicted, he let you cum, his hand stimulating your clit fast. Yohan fucked your mouth before letting out a small whimper, pulling out and cumming on your face and chest, his eyes opening wide as he tried to apologize. Your scream cut him off as Wooseok buried deep within you, painting your walls and unleashing your high. As he got out of you, his semen dripped down your legs, the sight being enough for Seungwoo to come up, lay down and grabbing your hips, impaling you with his cock all of a sudden, the overstimulation making you cry.

“Can you take me in this pretty hole, slut?” Hangyul picked up some of Wooseok’s cum and spread it on your asshole before slipping a finger inside, a hard spank falling on your ass cheek. “Answer me.”

“Y-Yes, yes, please.” He seemed pleased with your reply, sliding another finger inside you and stretching you out as Seungwoo lazily bucked into you.

After a few minutes, you felt his tip pressing against your unoccupied hole, the stretch burning slightly, Seungwoo caressing your back as if to encourage you, until both were deep inside of you. Hangyul waited a bit for you to get used to it, drawing small circles on your back before you nodded and he moved along with the older, the sensation making you feel as if you were about to break.

“So fucking tight... How long have you been dreaming of this, huh?” It surprised you that Seungwoo was the one talking, his voice low. “You love to have all of us just for you.”

“Fuck, she just clenched so much.” Hangyul gripped your hair and yanked it, pressing your back against his chest, giving Seungwoo the best eye candy ever: your neck and chest filled with hickeys, Yohan’s cum dripping down your breasts and stomach, his cock coming in and out as you moved your hips to fuck yourself. “Such a needy whore...” 

With a grunt, he came, staying still for a second before pulling out, spreading your cheeks open to see his cum dripping into Seungwoo’s cock. It wasn’t long until there was a new weight on the bed, soft arms holding you tightly, the scent being easily recognizable.

“I want to fuck your cunt sweetheart, will you let me and Seungwoo both ruin you?” Seungyoun’s words made it impossible for you to resist, plus your second orgasm was close enough to drive you crazy. As you nodded, he kissed your shoulder, his length joining Seungwoo’s. “Such a good girl for me, taking two cocks in this pussy so well...”

The praising mixed with the dirty words had you melting, both fucking you quickly, stretching you to no avail, Seungwoo being the first to cum with a choked out moan, getting overstimulated by you tightening on him and Seungyoun thrusting against him, his hand coming to rub your clit, both cumming at the same time.

You hadn’t noticed that the rest of the boys had already dressed themselves up again and they were all prepared to take care of you, towels in hand to clean you and a new set of clothes, the contrast between their actions before and now making you laugh. A few minutes later, you were all in the living room again, watching a movie as if nothing had happened. Wooseok accompanied you to the door as you were about to go.

“We should meet up more often, there are more things we can try.” The suggestive promise in his words was subtle enough for you to take it any way you wanted.

“I might take you up on that... Five is better than none.”

THIS IS SUCH A MESS but a hot one at least. Finished abruptly because I didn’t want it to be too unrealistic??? Might edit it in the future tho. Also did y’all notice I always end up the shots with the title sjsjsj sO oRiGiNaL

~Nani

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