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elementary-my-dear-daddy · 10 months ago

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A lil request, if you're feeling up for it!

sub Logan, who really needs to take a break from working. Mr. Self-Care (dom Janus) catches wind of his precious nerd not caring for himself, and thus decides to help him.

Cue some combination of edging, sounding, and demeaning praise that makes Logan beg and whine and cum so hard he cannot think anymore. Maybe Janus helps clean them both up and some aftercare happens?

Kinda long ask, sorry. Hope you have fun with this!

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Safe and Sound(ed)

Lociet (Logan and Janus)

Warnings: Edging, Sounding, Dom!Janus, Sub!Logan, degradation, praise, butt plugs

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Summary: Logan needs to take better care of himself, Janus knows just how to make him.

“Lo?”

Logan snapped awake at the sound of his name. His neck ached as he lifted his head from its previous resting position on his desk. He glanced at the doorway, noticing Janus leaning forward on his cane and analyzing him with a worried stare.

“You fell asleep?” He hummed.

Logan rubbed the side of his face as he gradually adjusted to his sudden consciousness, “Yes, just for a bit. I was editing-”

“Do you know how long you were asleep for?”

“What?”

“Certainly more than a little nap, judging by the fact that you were still up at 4 in the morning, and that it’s now almost 11. I’d say someone hasn’t been taking care of himself.” Janus teased the last part in a sing-song rhythm as he walked in the room and shut the door behind him.

“How did you know I was up that late?”

“Remus tattled on you,” He pulled Logan’s desk chair out from his desk and spun him around to face him, “Don’t worry, he’s already been suitably punished for waking me up at that hour to tell me.”

Logan was still processing waking up. He stared up at the deceitful side with exhausted eyes behind slightly crooked glasses. His hands twitched to get back to his task, but the thought of having to work through yet another unfinished idea made him want to collapse on his bed. Janus saw this and tutted, going to sit down on the edge of Logan’s bed.

“Logan. You know better. Come here.” He patted the spot on the bed next to him.

Logan didn’t have it in him to argue. Accepting his fate, he stood and slumped into Janus’ side on the bed. The other side was warm and inviting to his too tired body, and when he was guided down to rest his head in his lap, he couldn’t resist.

“Awake at such an hour. You know, I’m starting to think maybe you’d want to be punished. You know your rules, darling.”

Right, his rules. Janus loved to use their power dynamic as a way to get the others to take better care of themselves, his argument being that if his toys didn’t take care of themselves he wouldn't want to play with them. This more or less led to an improvement in self-care across the sides, but Logan was the most stubborn in breaking these rules. He would avoid sleep and meals in favor of his work, and his dom was sick of it. Janus was going to make sure the lesson stuck this time.

Logan shifted so he was sitting up, staring at Janus with a tired expression again, “Jan-”

“Uh-uh, Color?”

“Green.”

“Good. You’ll nap until you’re completely rested and when you wake up we’ll begin, understood?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good boy, now rest.” Janus hummed and pressed a kiss to his cheek, right before sinking his teeth into the skin of Logan’s neck and injecting a sleep-inducing venom from his fangs. Logan gasped from the pain, before his vision dimmed and he fell unconscious on his bed.

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Logan woke up to the sound of someone flipping a page in a book. He opened his eyes and saw Janus sitting at his desk flipping through a novel and tilting his chair back and forth as he waited. He went to sit up, but found himself unable to get his arms underneath him since his hands had been cuffed to the bed frame. He pulled at his restraints, earning Janus’ attention when the chain connecting the cuffs made a loud clang as he tugged them against the metal of the frame.

“Well,” Janus peered at him, setting his book down on the desk, “How did you sleep?”

“Why am I handcuffed?” Logan asked. Now that he was awake, he also realized his lack of clothing underneath the blanket that was covering up his body, “And naked?”

“Don’t you remember dear? It’s time for your punishment for breaking my rules. You know you shouldn’t be staying up so late to work, and now you’ll have to pay for it.”

Logan blushed, “I didn’t mean to, I just-”

“Save me your excuses.” Janus said as he stood, “No matter how many times I punish you for it, you still seem to disobey me. Just last week I had to edge you for skipping a meal. Two days ago, I had to spank you for working for 4 hours straight with no breaks. Now this.”

“I’m sorry, sir.” Logan said, embarrassed by his own behavior. He casts his eyes down to avoid Janus’ judgmental glare.

“We’ll see about that.” He sat down on the bed and pulled the blanket off Logan, exposing his naked form. He ran his hand over the other’s chest, earning a shiver from him.

“How am I being punished?” Logan questioned, biting the inside of his cheek as Janus’ thumb rolled over one of his nipples.

“A little edging.” Janus teased.

“And?”

“What do you mean ‘and’ ?”

“Your tone indicates something else.”

“Well I don’t want to ruin the surprise!” Janus hummed, “You know that’s half the fun.”

“For you.” He muttered.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, sir.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Janus removed his hands and conjured up a bag full of all kinds of devices he loved to torture his subs with, pulling out a small bottle of lube that Logan hadn’t seen before. He wasted no time removing his gloves and putting a dollop into his palm. A cool sensation enveloped Logan’s cock as he stroked it, but it was quickly turning into a pleasantly warm heat as he moved his hand over his length. Logan let out a soft moan at the touch.

“How does that feel, love?” Janus asked, teasing the head of his dick

“Ah, good, sir.”

He chuckled darkly, “Good. Enjoy it while you can, slut.”

Logan sighed at the pleasure he was given. Janus managed to work him up easily, but once he was completely hard, the hand was removed. He thrust his hips up in an attempt to chase the feeling until Janus pressed him down into the bed with his forearm.

“Ah ah, just wait, no moving.”

Even with Janus stopping, the warm tingling sensation still enveloped Logan’s cock. He moaned softly at the sensation still stimulating him while the other prevented him from writhing around on the bed. He desperately needed more and let his desires be revealed with a soft plea.

“Sir, please, I’m sorry just- fuck- please touch me!” He whined.

Janus simply watched him, “But you look so needy! You’re so agreeable when I edge you, I could make you do anything if it meant I touched your cock after, hm?”

“Yes, anything, please.”

“So you’ll let me plug you up, use you however I want?”

“Yes.”

Janus shrugged and rifled through the bag again, “If you insist, I think I might do just that then.”

Logan looked over at what items the other planned on torturing him with, noticing some of their more frequently used toys like the butt plug he’d been made to wear most of the day last week. He didn’t recognize the thin metal rod Janus twirled between his fingers elegantly before setting it down beside him on the bed, nor its exact purpose. He would've asked if not for the warmth that still surrounded his cock and kept him hard and needy.

Janus vanished the bag once he had everything he needed and turned to see Logan writhing in his arousal.

“Sir, fuck, please use me!”

“Why don’t we stretch you first?” He offered. Grabbing the same bottle of lube as before once the sub nodded at him to go ahead. He moved to kneel in between Logan’s legs before pouring out more of the liquid onto his fingers and dipping them down to his entrance. Logan whined pitifully at this, begging for Janus to hurry up. He was soon rewarded with a single digit entering his hole, slowly stretching him. He added a second and third before replacing them with the plug. Logan hummed once it had been inserted, feeling full and content for the time being.

Janus smiled at the satisfied look on the other’s face, “Does that feel good?”

Logan nodded, his tired mind lost in the feeling.

“I bet. We’re halfway done, then.”

Logan’s mind wasn’t exactly able to fully process the comment, but he knew something was off. Was Janus about to gag him? Use his mouth for his own means? What else could that mean?

He soon found out as Janus pulled out that long metal rod again. It looked something akin to a medical instrument, but in his state he couldn’t exactly determine the use. When the other put a dollop of lube and ran it along the shaft he started to vaguely put the pieces together.

“S-Sir?”

“Hm?” Janus hummed.

“What is that?”

“This?” He held up the rod, a bit of excess lube threatening to pool at the end and drip off as he displayed it, “This is a sounding rod. It plugs you up all nice so you can’t fully come until I take it out.”

“It’s going in my cock?”

“Doesn’t that sound so delightfully torturous?” Janus responded with a big smile on his face. He touched the end of it to Logan’s tip, dancing it around the sensitive skin, “Color, Lo?”

“Fuck, green.”

“Good boy. Now just stay still and take your punishment like a good slut.”

Janus teased the sounding rod across his dripping slit, eliciting a soft moan from Logan once again. When he actually lined it up and began to press it in, the other let out a cry at the oddly arousing feeling. Little by little, Janus let his cock swallow down the length, allowing him to adjust to the feeling before making him take more and more. Logan felt so incredibly full just when he’d taken about half of it, he didn’t know if it was possible for him to take the whole thing. That was until Janus started to stroke and massage his dick as he moved the rod in further. He became lost in the overwhelming sensations, only able to let out weak gasps and groans occasionally. Finally, the base rested against his head as Janus slowly stroked him.

“Just look at you, taking your punishment so well!” Janus cooed, “How does that feel?”

“S-so full, ah~!” Logan gasped.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes! Yes, feels good!”

“I know, sweetheart, so nice to be full. I think I’ll just toy with you a little bit longer before I let you come from this.” Janus said. He did exactly that, teasing Logan by toying with both plugs at once. He’d pull out the rod half-way before letting go, allowing it to sink back down on its own, which drew out a long mewl from Logan. Then he’d play with the butt plug keeping his hole stretched, rocking it in and out repeatedly, just barely giving the other enough stimulation.

Janus reveled in the power he held over Logan, the other completely at his mercy and taking what he had to give. He gave yet another grin knowing that he was the only one who could properly reduce him to the mess laid out before him. He didn’t keep him this way for too long, just enough to properly tire him out and make him regret his actions from before. Perhaps he’d repeat his mistake, as he so often did (much to Janus’ disappointment), but for the time being, he’d be satisfied with his temporary repentance.

“Please please please Sir please let me come- ah- I… I need to!!! “ Logan screamed as the sound rod sunk into his cock once again, preventing his release.

“Hmm.” Janus hummed in deliberation, “I could…”

“PLEASE.”

He shrugged, gripping Logan’s dick in a tight hold, “If you absolutely insist.”

He pumped his shaft with the hand currently holding it while easing out the rod bit by bit. As he did, Logan felt his orgasm bubbling up. Janus waited, resting the tip of the instrument just at the head of his cock, preventing him from tipping over just yet. Logan whined, high pitched and needy, begging the other for his release.

“I just wanted to see you squirm one last time. Come. Now.” Janus pulled the rest of the rod out and watched as Logan’s orgasm crashed over him. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through his body as he came over the hand that stroked his length. His muscles tensed from a well earned climax, little aborted thrusts into the other’s hand the only control he had over it. He pulled at the cuffs until the pleasure, as well as Janus’ touch subsided. When his orgasm finally ended, he was left panting from exhaustion.

“Such a good boy, Logan. Very well done.” Janus said, leaning over to press a kiss to Logan’s forehead, “Let’s clean up and let you make up for all that spent energy.”

The aftercare between the two lasted hours. Once Janus had the two of them cleaned up, he conjured up soft pillows and blankets for them to nap on, praising Logan for how well he did the whole time until he fell fast asleep. He stayed by his side the entire time, making sure he stayed as comfortable as possible. When Logan woke up, Janus forced him to drink his fill of water and have a snack to replenish his energy. And when all his physical needs were cared for, Janus put on a documentary that Logan had seemed interested in.

Logan smiled to himself as Janus wrapped an arm around him. He’d have to fall asleep at his desk more often.

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ssscentral · 4 years ago

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Appetite | for Eva

Summary: Jungkook visits you at work - and it seems he can neither keep his eyes nor his hands off of you.

pairing: Jungkook x female reader

rating: 18+

genre: established relationship; smut, pwp

warnings: explicit sexual content; soft dom!jk, handjob, fingering, making out, kinda public sex? they do it in a washroom of a café whoop, swearing, rough sex, unprotected sex (you know how it is, guys), ass grabbing, a little praising, squirting, marking/biting, jk has a big d*ck, i think that’s it?

wc: 2.4k

member: Rid || @taegularities

a/n: fiiiirst of all, thank you so much for beta’ing, @birbdae!! appreciate you lots! and second of all - this fic is a birthday gift for the beautiful, adorable, wonderful @aroseforyoongi!! you have such a big place in my heart, and i truly hope you enjoy the coming year to the fullest! all the best to you, honey - i love you so, so much! 💞 also, sorry for the bias-wrecking again, you did this to yourself... plus, i know you’re a sucker for soft dom!jk-smut, so here it gooooes!

“Anything else I can bring you?”

Your sweet voice shakes Jungkook awake. Until this moment, he’d been lost in fantasies about you - his mind reminds him that you are soft, warm; your skin smooth. In his head, you smell like vanilla and affection, a scent he has even dreamed of multiple times.

He can’t quite say why he’s relishing in what his thoughts throw at him when you’re right here in front of his eyes, towering over him with a teapot and a gorgeous smile plastered on your face. The way the apron hugs your waist drives him crazy, and he licks his lips suggestively as he eyes you from top to bottom.

Registering his gaze, you roll your eyes, shifting your weight onto your left leg as you ask, “I said: anything else I can bring you?”

Jungkook clicks his tongue and his fingers reach out to trace the skin of your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Come on, babe. Do you have to be so formal?”

“I’m at work, and that douchebag,” you say, your head nodding to the man near the counter, “observes me all the time.”

“So what? I’m your boyfriend. And you look delicious.”

You roll your eyes anew, but this time with a smile on your face, your red lips twitching as you remove his hand from your limb. You shake your head before you start to move away, ready to serve another customer before you whisper, “My break is soon. Stay here.”

At your tone, Jungkook’s pants tighten, and he crosses his legs before you can see, shifting his attention to the neatly organized lunch in front of him. He has to admit, the way you get work done, is admirable - this café is cute to begin with, but having you place the croissants, flowers and tea on the tables the way you do, is incredibly pleasing to the eye.

And this is exactly what he watches you do for the remaining twenty-five minutes. He never fails to notice how you move your hips, your sweet, little skirt always sliding up your thighs a little when you bow down to pour tea into your customers’ cups. His chest burns with impatience, his fingers drumming on the table - until he finally sees you walk away, slowly removing your apron as your eyes meet his for a split second.

Taking this as his cue, he immediately stands up, rushing back to where he knows you will be; and you haven’t gone far yet when he reaches you and grabs your arm from behind, pulling you into the washroom. You gasp at the sudden movement - but he doesn’t give you much more time to react as he locks the door behind you, pushing you against the door and crashing his lips onto yours.

You immediately react to his touch, eyes closing while you grab his hair. You let him press himself into you, his neediness obvious in the way his hands settle on your ass right away.

Jungkook parts from you, panting against your lips as he says, “You’re driving me insane in this fucking skirt of yours.”

In between heated kisses, his fingers find the hem of your skirt and abruptly slide it down as he presses himself harder into you.

“All I could think of the whole time,” he breathes against your skin, leaving a wet trail with his tongue, “was your sweet, little pussy on my dick.”

“You know my break only lasts thirty minutes, right?”

“Baby, this is more than enough time.”

He pulls down your shirt in a haze, revealing your breasts before he starts sucking on the swell of them hard, making sure to leave beautiful, purple marks on your flesh. Throughout the whole afternoon, his hunger for you had increased at a rapid pace, and he desperately needs to still it right fucking now.

And when his fingertips find your clothed core, he starts rubbing circles against your clit, hissing at the hot wetness that soaks through your lace panties.

“Fuck, so wet, Y/N,” he mutters, biting his lower lip when he sees the gorgeous expression on your face. “My god- I want to be inside you so bad.”

“Well, what’s stopping you?” you ask, throwing your head back, well aware that you will spend five minutes later to fix your hair for the second part of the shift.

“You’re right.” His voice is hazy, quiet, playful and seductive. “Nothing’s stopping me. Especially not you.”

You grin with closed eyes when he pushes your panties down, now running up and down your wet folds - so teasingly slow and yet so deliciously satisfying. In all honesty, you can’t say what drove him up the wall today so much. Usually, he finds it easy to stay patient. You’ve noticed that on multiple occasions, and him edging you for an hour sometimes is not the sole proof for your assumption.

But today, he is out of control. And he doesn’t wait long until he slides two of his fingers into you, eliciting a moan out of you that is loud enough for people outside to hear if they happen to walk by the door.

“Shh,” he orders, biting into your lip, “can’t have anyone hear us, right?”

You nod slowly, your mouth falling open wider when he reaches the perfect, sweet spot, curling his fingers inside you as his other hand grabs your hair. He pulls your head to the side before he attacks your neck with harsh kisses, his tongue swirling and licking your skin so intensely that it has your head spinning.

“No… marks,” you manage as you grip his shoulders hard, most likely leaving crescent-shaped marks even through the fabric of his shirt.

You feel him smirk against your skin - nothing you say will affect him. He likes it when everyone can see that you belong to someone, to him. He loves how you look strolling around like that, shyly showing the world that no one can claim you, because you’re his already.

As Jungkook bites into your neck, you trap your lower lip between your teeth, trying so hard not to scream out as your hands fumble with his belt. Soon enough, you slide his pants down along with his underwear until his cock springs out. He aids you, pulling his clothing down to his knees as he gasps into your flesh when you wrap your fingers around his thick, smooth length.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Let me fuck you,” he pants, his breathing becoming laboured, chest heaving hard as he takes in your blissed out state. He’s doing that. You’re losing your mind because of him; and this mere fact fogs his head, his cock twitching in your fist as he groans.

“No one’s stopping you. Especially not me,” you say while your hand moves around his shaft faster, your thumb collecting his pre-cum before you circle his head.

Still pumping his fingers into you at a faster pace, he drowns in the squelching sound that your pussy is providing him with, and the sensation of his digits moving in and out so easily has his cock harden impossibly until he falters.

He pulls out his fingers before he brings them to his lips; watching you intently, he licks them clean of your juices, his eyes rolling back as you feel his cock poke your stomach. You’re helplessly pinned against the door, your legs already shivering from his previous ministrations. And when you let out an involuntarily moan, his eyes snap open, fingers coming down to settle behind your knees as he pulls you up.

You react immediately, wrapping your legs around his waist as he interlocks your lips again. He kisses you hungrily, hard, his tongue seeking yours. Supported by his body and the door, you’re floating in the air, moving your hips impatiently against him to signal what you want.

“Needy much?” he inquires with a grin, grabbing his cock to rub it slowly against your folds. He applies slight pressure - but not enough to slide in.

“Shut up,” you command, your forehead coming down to rest on his shoulder. “Don’t be so cocky.”

He laughs quietly, putting a hand on your jaw and pushing his cock inside with the other. Going in inch by inch, you both groan at the same time, your sounds muffled right on time when you bite into his shoulder.

“Fuck, always so tight,” he states as he bottoms out. His hands squeeze your ass, nails digging into it hard while he waits for you to adjust.

“And you’re always so big. So thick, too, shit,” you mewl, drawing a sharp breath when you feel him move just a little.

Jungkook still waits for you to talk, to give him a sign that you’re ready. When you finally inhale and nod, telling him he can start, his grip on you becomes tighter. And right as you exhale, he pulls back, thrusting into you just once, hard, robbing all the air from your lungs.

“Kook, oh god,” you cry out, wrapping your arms around his neck as you feel his lips and warm breath brush your neck.

He repeats his movements once more before he steadily, graciously increases his pace. His teeth catch your earlobe, nibbling at it while thrusting into you simultaneously; your sounds spur him on further, and soon, he’s hitting spots of you that have you keening.

Jungkook definitely knows your body - he knows just how he has to fuck you to make you feel good, has learned which patches of skin to kiss to put you in a haze. Now that he has figured out how to please you into oblivion, he can’t get enough of your taste and touch, longing for your body and your love every waking second.

“You feel so fucking good,” he tells you, placing his hand under your chin to pull your head back. You look at him through half-lidded eyes, lips parted and breathing heavily. “And you look even better.”

“Baby, you-”

He chuckles at your stuttering, coming close until his lips are only inches away from yours, whispering, “What? Say it. Tell me how good I make you feel. Say my name, baby.”

“So good, Jungkook, so, so fucking goo-”

A sharp, hard thrust interrupts your sentence and your thoughts, and soon enough, he’s pounding into you, having your eyes sting at the intensity and from the pleasure. With every move he makes, your moans become louder, shaky breaths forcing him to stay focused without losing control entirely. But not long after, you hear footsteps outside the door, having Jungkook halt his movements suddenly.

His gaze shifts to the handle of the door, his ears listening carefully before your pussy clenches once around him. You feel his throbbing dick twitch inside you and Jungkook’s lips part, eyes suddenly shooting to meet yours again as he brings his hand up to cover your mouth.

“Be quiet now,” he orders again, continuing the movement of his hips as he pulls out his cock almost entirely before he slides in again. Your aching walls suck in him so desperately that he can’t help but fuck into you roughly again.

He clenches his jaw as he fights the urge to growl out loud, your muffled moans and closed eyes only making it harder. The wet sounds of your pussy become almost unbearable at some point, and he buries his face in your neck again to calm himself down.

To no avail - you feel too good around him, too tight, soaked and warm. He removes his hand to kiss you again, his soft lips moving against yours as he swallows your every sound. Grabbing your ass again, he pushes you against him, fucking so roughly into you by now, his pelvic bone rubbing against your clit, that you feel your high near. The intensity of the moment, mixed with the knowledge that you’re in a public place and not alone on your bed, leaves you utterly excited.

“Fuck, I’m - I’m cumming, I-” you say as you pull away from his lips, his mouth ghosting over your cheek instead and fingers having somehow found their way to your clit, rubbing in an insane pace.

“Yes, god, yes. Cum around my cock, babygirl.” His relentless pounding and his words soon throw you over the edge, having you fall and fall for an infinite amount of time until you land on a pillowy soft ground, your sight so blurry that you feel like you’re seeing stars. And when you clench around him, he looks down to see his dick and balls getting soaked, your juices running down his sex driving him half insane. “Holy fuck, Y/N.”

“Jungkook-”

“Holy shit. Did you just fucking squirt? Oh my god,” he says with a light laugh, fucking you through your high until his thighs start to tremble just like yours are, “oh my fucking god.”

And then, he finally lets go, too, ropes of cum shooting into you repeatedly as he finishes, leaving breathless kisses on your cheek and temple. You feel like you’re outside of your body - your spirit feels so feather-light that you don’t register anything but his fingers stroking your skin, pulling you back to him.

“Baby,” he cooes - and when you open your eyes to smile back at him, you catch him gaze at you fondly, full of love. You wipe away the sweat glistening on his forehead, and he presses his lips onto yours for one chaste kiss before he says, “I love you, my sweet girl.”

“I love you, too, my needy darling,” you answer, rubbing the tip of your nose against his.

You feel him softening inside you, and he doesn’t pull out for now; only stares at you in admiration, worshipping every single inch of your face and every piece of your being. But then, a playful smirk takes the place of the gentle expression, and he wiggles his eyebrows.

“What?” Your voice is somehow hoarse, and you clear your throat before you ask again, “What is it?”

“I made you squirt,” he declares, letting out a proud chuckle. That’s when you feel yourself still leaking, tilting your head to look down.

“Your legs. They’re so- get some paper tissues and clean up that mess,” you say, attempting to push him away - but he holds you tight in his grip, still pinned against the wall.

“Just a little longer,” Jungkook whispers, peppering your face with slow, loving kisses, his hand brushing your ass gently. “Want to look at you a little more.”

You laugh at his sweet words, pulling him closer into your embrace. “My hopeless, horny romantic.”

“Ah, my birthday girl. I can’t wait to go home with you,” he mutters into your hair, wrapping his arms around you.

You’ve never wished your day at work to end as much as you do now.

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fantastically-obsessed · 4 years ago

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Sorry I’ve been inactive recently! I’ve had (still have tbh) a huuuuuuge writer’s block. Thank y’all so much for over 150 followers!! I love you all 💗💗

NSFW hcs for a poly relationship w Tim Drake and Kon-el

I know what you’re thinking; Tim’s a total bottom and Kon’s a bratty sub

However, may I present to you:

Bratty sub!Tim and obedient sub!Kon

I just feel like Kon would constantly be seeking out validation and wanting your praise, while Tim wants to be treated a little bit rougher

*cue Tim purposely misbehaving to get punished*

These two honestly have such a unique and cute dynamic that I feel like they would both feed off of each other’s behavior, though

Tim is being bratty? Suddenly you have a bratty Kon on your hands too

Y’all’s dom/sub dynamics would extend to outside of the bedroom

Mostly things to make sure your boys are taking care of themselves

Ofc, you’re very understanding about heroing and all that stuff, but there are still some rules they have to follow:

When they don’t have patrol, they must be in bed by midnight

Tim is only allowed 4 cups of coffee a day (he tried to argue 5 but was threatened to be reduced to 3)

No cumming/masturbating without your permission

Similarly, no getting each other off without your permission

They MUST tell you IMMEDIATELY if they are injured

They have to take at least 1 day a week off

They must eat 3 solid meals a day looking at you Tim

Both boys call you mommy bc *ahem* mommy issues and I have a mommy kink ok what about it

Pet names you call Kon: sweets, lovey, supes

Pet names you call Tim: pretty boy, pretty bird, Timmy

Tim loves to rile Kon up until he snaps and next thing you know both boys have broken the no cumming rule

Ofc, you have to punish them because mommies always stay true to their word

For Kon, this means edging him until he’s a crying, shaking, whiny mess begging to finally cum

“P-please! I won’t break the rules - ah! - again! Just please let m-me cum, mommy!”

“Hmmm, I don’t know. I’m not sure you’ve learned your lesson yet, lovey.” You pretended to contemplate letting him cum, even though both of you knew that wasn’t happening anytime soon. He had broken the rules, after all. Edging was always so much fun with Kon, too. Spread out on the silk sheets, hair damp with sweat and sticking to his forehead - he looked absolutely ravishing. His poor cock was an angry red as it strained against his stomach. Certain you had waited long enough he wouldn’t cum the second you touched him, your hand returned to his sensitive cock. Kon immediately arched off the bed as he tried to decide whether he wanted to chase the sensation or run from it. Your other hand slowly slipped back down between his tan thighs. Gently tracing his rim, you relished his whines and pleas to just fuck him already. Who am I to deny my sweet boy what he wants? Teasingly, you pressed you finger in up to the first knuckle only to pull it right back out. You had all night to stretch him out, after all.

Conversely, Tim always gets spanked for his punishment

Although, is it really a punishment if he enjoys it?

Bend him over your lap and slap his ass until it’s red and burning

Make him count, too

“Eleven! I’ll - hnnn - be good Mommy! Won’t do it again!”

“Just like you wouldn’t do it this time last time this happened, right, pretty bird?” Smirking, you lifted you hand and slapped it back down across his pale ass. Well, it was pale before you started. Now it flushed a beautiful red, slightly more red than the blush dancing across his face. You paused your spanks to grope his cheeks, feeling them burn with heat beneath your hands. Despite all his begging, you knew your pretty boy didn’t actually want to stop. The leaking cock pressing into your thigh was enough proof. Smiling to yourself, you raised your hand to finish his punishment.

What are their rewards when they’re good?

Tim’s is oral. He loves giving and receiving. Let him sit between you or Kon’s legs and work his magic and he’ll be down there until you force him up

Kon loves overstimulation. Especially if it’s from riding your thigh. He could do it all day every day, honestly

Both of your boys love it when you have one ride the other’s cock. The way you guide them both, one sinking down on the other’s cock and the other trying not to buck into the tight, wet heat is addicting

Aftercare is by far all of y’all’s favorite part

You normally run a hot bath with bath salts in Tim’s giant rich boy bathtub

You’ll wash both their hair and then, cleaning any release off of them and then leaving them to soak while you quickly get clean in the shower

Next, you’ll dry them off and help them slip into boxers (any other clothing is too irritating for their overstimulated and overly sensitive skin right now) while cooing at them

A snack, brushing teeth, and lots of water is next

After all this is done, you tuck your boys into bed on either side of you while whispering how well they did and how proud you are of them

Finally, you all fall asleep safe and sound and grossly in love with each other

I hope you all enjoyed! Constructive criticism is always welcome; I’m a new writer and always looking to learn and improve. Thank you for reading!

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years ago

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calculated iii, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You wanted to say that you were able to control yourself around him and not to have wild sex at school. But this is Jeon Jungkook we’re talking about. And what Jungkook wants, Jungkook gets. You wore that pencil skirt for a reason, after all.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; intense smut (fem reader, semi-public sex, dirty talk, nipple play, choking, m-receiving oral, gagging, pussy spanking, fingering, penetrative sex); fluff; non-idol!AU - university!AU; dom!Jungkook x sub!noona!reader, ft Jimin once again, lol

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part i | part ii | part iii | part iv

Career Week was somewhat of a nightmare.

So much running around, prepping tables, setting up presentations, helping the guests with their computers before their seminars, and you had to be dressed professionally too. Not just ‘nice’ clothes, but white dress shirt, slim black tie, tailored black vest, and matching fitted black slacks. It had to be monotone, it had to be hyper professional, and you had to wear heels.

Why had you agreed to this again?

Oh, yes, Kim Namjoon on his knees begging for help because he was overworked and they needed volunteers. And you, being far too responsible, accepted.

Not only were you also overworked, but Jeon Jungkook was staring at you across the auditorium.

In all-black – leather jacket, high-necked shirt, slim-fit jeans. Sharp jawline, tanned high cheekbones, piercing dark brown eyes, his black hair pushed back with a few strands on his forehead, revealing his clean undercut.

And he was smirking at you.

You highly doubted he was here to investigate prospective career paths. Actually, you were a hundred-and-ten percent positive that that was not the reason he was here and the soreness between your inner thighs proved it. You were willing to bet Park Jimin’s right nutsack.

Yeah, sorry Jimin, but you needed all your body parts.

For one reason, really, and that reason was staring you right now.

Who was going to hire him when he was dressed like that anyway? You certainly wouldn’t. Mostly because it was distracting. No one could work with Jeon Jungkook looking like that. You couldn’t, anyway. Well, maybe if his work was wrecking your–

Get back to your damn task, you scolded yourself.

You were setting up chairs for the cardiologist that was arriving soon. All the doctors always had tons of students listening, so the administration instructed you to pack as many seats that could be crammed into the space without causing a fire hazard. You unfolded the metal chairs, arranging them neatly, already knowing they would be an incomprehensible mess when the students left and that you would be the one cleaning up after them.

Sigh.

Come to think of it, it was all Park Jimin’s fault that you were being violently undressed by Jungkook’s eyes right now. If he had kept his trap shut and let you live in blissful ignorance, maybe you wouldn’t be trying to hide your wincing every time you bent over. You snuck a glance at Jungkook.

He cocked an eyebrow, highly amused.

Never mind, you probably still would have been accosted at Calculus I office hours, except instead of the door being closed and locked and having Jimin’s warning texts, you two probably would have been caught and expelled.

You grumbled and slid a chair into place, taking back your former thoughts and thanking Jimin in your mind. He wasn’t even here to witness your inner struggle.

Jimin probably would have found it funny.

You went back to your chairs, not addressing Jeon Jungkook’s presence anymore because if you looked at him again, you probably would have abandoned your post. And he knew it.

The next day, you already knew Jungkook would show up again. Mostly because he texted you a winking face of a semicolon and parenthesis, to which you didn’t respond, because you would probably get roped into phone sex in under twenty seconds, and you had to help this extremely riveting lawyer set up his laptop for the projector.

As in, you were ready to tape his mouth shut as he blabbed on and on about his work and how important it was to society, which it was, because defense attorneys were very important, but this guy’s laptop was a fucking hot mess of icons all over his desktop. This was a personal pet peeve of yours, as you liked to be neat and organized, with everything clearly labeled with dates. You didn’t care about most people’s personal habits, but it was annoying when you were trying to assist and the owner of said laptop was not shutting up and demanding noises of affirmation that you were listening.

If it wasn’t Jungkook demanding you to swallow his cock, you honestly couldn’t give a single shit–

You finally got his PowerPoint working and had him scroll through the slides to make sure it was the correct one. He thanked you and you realized the older man was looking at you up and down, the same way Jungkook usually did, except in this case you were not even remotely interested.

Guess everyone had the right to get a good look before they die.

You were wearing a white chiffon blouse with a black silk neck scarf, with a tight knee-length black pencil skirt, sheer tights and sleek black heels. You knew how good your ass looked in this skirt and you had worn it for a specific purpose.

“We will be letting the students in five minutes early to get settled,” you stated briskly, cutting the older man from his daydreams. “You will have forty-five minutes for your presentation, and then we’ll have a fifteen-minute question session, led by my associate, Kim Namjoon here.”

As if on cue, Namjoon appeared, cheerful smile with cute dimples, handing the lawyer a mic.

“Let’s test the microphone and the backup to make sure you don’t have any hiccups,” Namjoon instructed merrily, instantly captivating the man’s attention and diverting it from you.

You mouthed a ‘thank you’ behind the man’s back and Namjoon gave you the tiniest of nods as you excused yourself. Hmph. You knew people would notice – you were wearing makeup for once and would be around students and professionals all day, after all – but to be so shameless and gawk like that was annoying. Plus, the guy probably had a wife and kids.

You made your way to the bathroom to check your appearance. Maybe your makeup was a bit off or something. You had Jimin check you over this morning. Surprisingly, he knew a lot about cosmetics and how to look good in all lighting. Must be a dance major thing.

Ah, the door to the women’s bathroom. You hiked your skirt up a bit do you could use your damn knees to walk, because they had been suffocating for the past two hours–

Long fingers suddenly gripped your upper arm and yanked you around the corner, slamming you into a muscular body and black biker jacket. You nearly stumbled in your heels, but a second hand came to practically lift you off the floor and shove you into the wall.

“Good afternoon, noona.”

A clear, silvery voice.

You couldn’t possibly guess who it was.

“Why, fancy seeing you here, Jung–”

You were abruptly cut off by his lips crashing into yours, one hand grabbing the back of your head and disturbing your perfect bun. You whimpered, feeling him shove you into the wall again, your shoulder blades hitting the painted brick. His tongue slid into your mouth, exhaling into your throat and forcing you swallow his breath. Your hands clutched your skirt, moaning as his hard body pressed yours against the wall.

Jungkook drew back, panting a little. Looking so handsome with his slightly slicked-back hair, black strands around his right eye, chiseled jawline, silver hoops glinting in the hall light. He arched a sculpted eyebrow at you, smirking. His pink lips had a little red on them from kissing you.

“Now, you know you can’t be looking so delicious and not expect me to want to eat you up,” he purred, licking your lips. Your breathing hitched at the touch, unlocking your death grip on your skirt.

“What are you talking about?” you answered evenly despite your panties literally turning into Niagara Falls with the way he was looking at you like a carnivore at an all-meat buffet. “I have to dress like this for Career Week. Everyone has to dress professionally.”

Jungkook nodded, not believing a single word coming out of your mouth. His right hand came up, ink black tattoos against tan skin, and reached around to your bun, slowly pulling the hairpins out. Your skin tingled at the sensation of your hair gradually unravelling.

“A professional that I would hire to sit on my dick,” he mused.

You raised an eyebrow at him, your hair tumbling around your shoulders. “Subtle.”

Jungkook showed you the removed hairpins, opened his jacket, and tucked them in his inner pocket.

“I wouldn’t work for you anyway,” you added haughtily.

With each passing moment, Jungkook was becoming increasingly amused and aroused. You could tell by the way he was shoving his crotch into your thigh and by how wide his smirk was getting. The slacks he was wearing did nothing to hide his erection and you had a sneaking suspicion that he didn’t care.

“Oh? Why not?”

“I don’t know if I could trust someone younger than me to do a good job.”

He was unbuttoning your chiffon blouse now, humming. “I’m good at many things.” His dark eyes flickered to yours. “I think you would know.”

Your hands grabbed his despite him already having all the visible buttons completely open. Cold air drifted onto your heaving chest and white lace bra.

“Jungkook, we’re in a public place, again,” you hissed, narrowing your eyes at him.

“I don’t recall that being a problem,” he drawled, removing his hands from yours and squeezing your ass. “I’m beginning to think you like it.”

You sucked in a breath as his strong hands kneaded you through your skirt. Your hormones would absolutely let Jungkook rip off your clothes right here and let him fuck you, but the sliver of your brain that had any sense at all reminded you that you had to find a closed space. Jungkook slapped your ass, loudly, the sound echoing across the empty hallway. You nearly moaned, but bit your tongue, glaring at him.

“I have to get back,” you snapped. “And look presentable.”

Jungkook licked his teeth. “Hm. You have an hour before you have to appear to the public eye.”

Who the heck told him that? He smirked slyly at you as he saw your reaction.

“I could drag you to the bathroom–”

“At least give me more class than the woman’s bathroom,” you interrupted.

Jungkook looked annoyed that you had cut him off and also looked like he was going to remind you later. His fingers dug into your hips sharply and you gasped, back pressed flat against the wall. He inhaled a deep breath and began again, voice dangerously low.

“As I was saying,” he continued. “I’m going to take you into this classroom that I stole the key for.”

You frowned as Jungkook hoisted you up swiftly, princess-style, shirt still wide open. Fuck, what was he so strong for? He carried you down the hallway to the classrooms. You tried to close your shirt, but he growled at you, so you rolled your eyes and pushed the sides open, letting your bra-covered tits hang out. He seemed satisfied about this.

“Why would you steal a key?” you muttered as he deftly kicked the door open.

Jungkook slid through the door sideways. “So I could fuck you, of course.”

He dropped you and you had to catch yourself on your heels before you broke an ankle and ate shit. Half the lights turned on. You could hear him locking the door as you smoothed your skirt.

You turned to face him, saying, “You shouldn’t be a thief just because you’re horny, Jungkook.”

Jungkook turned around slowly from the now locked door. You were about to say something else, but your words died in your throat as you witnessed the overwhelming lust in his dark piercing eyes.

“I would be a thief, a murderer, and evade taxes for your body,” he snarled, advancing on you.

You pulled your blouse out of your skirt so he wouldn’t rip it, backing up into the desks. “You’ll get caught with the last one,” you said quietly, already removing your blouse and letting it fall onto a spare seat. “First two are acceptable.”

Jungkook grinned devilishly, licking his pink lips.

“Come here.”

You chewed on your lower lip, staring at his beautiful eyes, finding yourself already walking to him, heels clicking loudly in the empty room, but it didn’t matter, because he was the master now and you were the willing servant. Or slave.

Take your pick.

He smirked at your obedience, placing his hands on your shoulders, stopping you. His dark orbs lingered down your body, focusing on all his favorite spots, pressing his fingertips into your skin.

“One day,” you said quietly. “We’re going to get in trouble.”

Jungkook’s powerful dark orbs shifted upwards, capturing yours. Time slowed down. You stared into his dark brown eyes, unable to look away, your heart beating in time with his words.

“You’re already in trouble.”

Voice haunting you, teasing smirk on his lips, and perfectly in command.

“From the second you let me have my hands on you.”

You gasped as his nails dug into your skin, scratching down your collarbones, leaving red marks. He snapped the straps of your bra, hard, and you whined, eyes pleading for him to take it off. His palms pressed into the lace cups, squeezing them roughly. Tongue dancing in between his lips as he felt your nipples harden, barely covered by the lace.

“You’re so dirty, noona,” he purred, lowering his palms and pinching your nipples through the thin fabric, smirking at your wanton moan. “Wearing such slutty underwear under these professional clothes.”

You whimpered as he tugged on them. “No one’s going to see them but you, Jungkook.”

He clamped your nipples between his thumbs and knuckles, dragging you to him. You sank your teeth into your lower lip, pussy throbbing as you collided with his firm chest. His breath was scorching hot against your skin, making you shiver.

“What if someone finds out? Some idiot like a perverted old man staring at your ass in this skirt?”

You snorted. “I’ll rip his head off.”

Jungkook snickered, flicking your nipples with your answer. “You wouldn’t let me do it for you?”

Your hips rolled into his, hands on his waist to keep yourself up as he played with you. “I’ll reattach it for you so you can do the same.”

He laughed, almost a little too jovially for the part he was playing, but then he was back, tipping his head close to yours, blowing soft air onto your lips. You frowned, glaring at him for the lack of kiss.

“If possible, you’re even hotter dressed like this,” Jungkook murmured, his forehead against yours. “So prim and proper, even with a cute gag tied around your neck,” he added, playing with the ends of your neck scarf. “You could be a CEO, and I could be the janitor fucking you on your penthouse-floor desk.” He was undoing your scarf now, teasing it apart, making you breathless. “Maybe fuck you against the window so everyone can see how good I make you feel, noona.”

“Give yourself a little more credit than a janitor,” you muttered, stiffening as Jungkook ran his fingertips over your throat, nails grazing your skin.

“True, I would rather be your secretary so I can follow you around and stare at your ass in this skirt,” he chuckled, lacing his fingers around your neck. Thumb under your ear, the other four fingers under your other ear. You made eye contact with him. He looked almost bored, one of his eyebrows raised, but he was watching you, predatory and attentive.

“I know what I’m doing.”

His whisper was so soft that you barely heard it, but the words were there.

His grip tightened around your throat.

You gasped, feeling the blood flow thinning, hazing your mind. Jungkook watched your expression, reaching around with the hand that was holding your scarf, unclasping your lace bra. You could feel it fall down your arms, but your thoughts were rapidly being clouded by lightheadedness and lust, Jungkook smirking at you as he lifted the silk scarf into your vision.

“J… Jungkook…” you choked out.

The mole underneath his lower lip winked at you as he grinned, brushing the silk against your hard, abused nipples, touch so light, and yet it made your whine, wanting more stimulation but unable to ask because you knew he was toying with you.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook taunted. “Not intense enough for my naughty noona?”

He choked you harder and you couldn’t respond, eyes rolling back into your head as black spots danced in your vision, the sensation intensifying but still not enough, not enough, and you shoved your hips into his repeatedly, whimpering, hands clutching his black shirt, nails digging into his abs.

“So needy for me,” he breathed, feathery touches of silk against your nipples. “Are you only mine?”

He leaned forward, loosening his grip a little. The blood violently rushed back into your head and all you could hear Jungkook’s cruel whisper of your name, tearing a moan from your lips, a raspy yes, yes, fuck, Jungkook, I’m only yours.

He chuckled darkly.

Then he forced you to your knees, tits bouncing uncomfortably as you slid on your heels, knees hitting the tile floor. You clutched his clothed legs, panting, brain only half-functioning due to the lack of blood and the relentless teasing. You lifted your head back up to look at him, panting hard.

Jungkook cracked his neck sharply, a harsh pop. “I want to believe you, noona, but you’re dressed so fucking sexy that I can’t.” His dark eyes bore into you, tearing you up, and you were dripping onto your inner thighs. He emphasized his words with a raise of his eyebrow.

“Letting other people fantasize about this body that belongs to me isn’t acceptable.”

His hands reached down, fingers of his right hand playing with the button of his pants, tattoos dancing with his movement. He smirked as you watched him, eyes darting from his face to his hands. Shit, you were nearly drooling with anticipation. You swallowed as he teased the button free.

“You gonna show me that you remember who you belong to?”

You nodded quickly, maybe too quickly, but it was doomed now anyway because Jungkook was lowering the zipper, pushing down his pants and underwear, past his muscular thighs. It was obvious this was getting him off as much as it was getting you off, because he was rock-hard, leaking, tip already a dark red. Jungkook grabbed the back of your head and shoved his hips into your cheek, smearing his pre-cum onto your skin, all the way up to your cheekbone. He hissed, using his hand to press the head against your temple, nearly into your hair.

Fuck, he was so fucking close to your mouth, but he wasn’t letting you have it.

Damnnit.

Your tongue snaked out and softly licked his balls, eyes on his face, watching him tip his head back and moan. You licked more, creeping your head closer, pressing your lips against his hot skin. He was letting you do it, holding his cock out of the way as you wrapped your lips around his balls and sucked, pushing them around with your tongue, pleading noises in your throat, begging him for his cock as you bobbed your head up and down under his hips.

Jungkook’s dark eyes shifted down to you, triumphant grin on his lips.

“You want to swallow my cock, noona?” he teased, smacking it against your face, leaving a string of pre-cum connecting your cheek to his cock. You narrowed your eyes at him, as if to say, no fucking shit, you punk ass bitch, and he chuckled deep in his chest. He looked past your head, down your back.

“Such a nice ass.”

You smacked his leg, aware that he was doing it on purpose to piss you off. He smirked knowingly, placing his palm on your forehead and pushing you off his balls.

“Swallow it all and don’t choke,” Jungkook snarled, shoving his cock into your open mouth.

Your eyes widened at the sudden intrusion, relaxing your throat muscles as Jungkook forcefully pushed into your lips, sighing with satisfaction as he buried himself to the hilt, his strong fingers tangled in your hair.

“Fuck, so good,” he moaned, making his cock throb into the roof of your mouth. You whined, hands on his hips, waiting for him to let you move. “Your throat feels so fucking good, noona. If only they knew how good you are, how perfectly slutty you are for me.” He snickered, releasing his hand, glaring down into your eyes.

“But they’re never going to know, because you’ll never service another cock ever again.”

You whimpered, nails digging into his thighs.

He ticked his chin at you. “Go on, noona. Show me how much you love my cock.��

You began to move, pressing your tongue against the bottom as you slid up and down his length, moaning at his taste. So good. You generated more saliva and ran it all over the head, sucking hard. He inhaled sharply as you teased the sensitive underside, tongue against the opening.

“That’s it,” Jungkook breathed. “Give it to me like you mean it.”

You gripped his thighs and began to bob your head back and forth, ramming the head into the back of your throat and squeezing it before arching your neck so it ran across the roof of your mouth and then back down so it hit your throat again. Was this going to make you hoarse? Probably, but you didn’t a single shit, because Jungkook moaning for you and telling you how good you were was much more important. The pace was slow at first, but you went faster and faster, tighter, your breasts bouncing with every movement, eyes closed to savor his taste and steel your concentration of not gagging because Jungkook was so big, so thick, so perfectly rough, and your tongue could feel him throbbing inside your mouth.

“Fuck,” he growled above you, nearly feral with desire. “Fuck, I’m going to cum down that perfect throat of yours, noona.”

His thighs tensed under your hands and you knew he was close. You increased the intensity, neck straining, already aching with how fast you were going.

“Drink it all and don’t fucking waste it.”

Jungkook grabbed you by your hair and thrusted his hips into your face, moaning lustfully as he shot into your mouth, hot creamy strings into your throat. You swallowed fast to avoid choking, gulping loudly as he gave you more, more, fuck it was so delicious that you gasped, swirling your tongue around his jerking cock and lapping it all up. Whimpering, you wrapped your lips around the head and milked it dry, rubbing your lips against the skin where the head and length connected.

“You’re so fucking good,” Jungkook sighed, running his fingers through your hair, pulling it away from your face. “So messy and dirty. I love it, noona.” He pressed your mouth down his entire length and held you there.

Your name drifted out of his lips, a sweet exhale.

He kept you there. You felt some of your spit drip down your chin and hit your breasts. You flinched at the coldness, still holding onto his hips. Jungkook finally looked down at you, chest heaving, panting. He looked like he wanted to say something. You shot him a questioning look, unable to respond, mouth still full of his cock.

He released your head, untangling his fingers from your hair. You drew your mouth back, rubbing your jaw and throat a little. Jungkook had a strange expression, lips parted, brows furrowed, the muscles in his neck tensed. He seemed a bit spaced out. You tilted your head.

Something felt off.

You stood up with as much grace as you could, knees aching, heels snapping to the tile floor. He still wasn’t looking at you. You backed up, to the desks, finding a study one.

“Jungkook.”

You smacked the wood loudly with your flat palm.

He whipped his head towards you, dark eyes flashing. Perfect. You smirked, placing your hands on your pencil skirt. Sank your fingers in, gripping the fabric. Jungkook’s voracious eyes watched your movement, each hike revealing more and more of your legs. A slow smirk formed on his lips. You yanked your skirt all the way up to your waist, revealing your white lace panties and sheer pantyhose, black fabric bunched around your waist.

Jungkook reached down and pulled his pants up, raising his eyebrows as he walked over, lower lip in between his teeth as he grinned at you.

“That’s a dangerous position to be in, noona,” he purred. “You know I love fucking you on a desk.”

You bounced your ass up onto the table, closing your legs, knees together. Placed your hands on your lap, pushing your tits together. Jungkook licked his lips, the predatory glint back in his eye. You kept your tone stern, with a hint if disapproval.

“Really? Because for a second there, I was beginning to think you lost your nerve.”

The menace in his eyes made your shiver with anticipation. You could tell Jungkook liked it too, your word selection, your tone, your defiance. He shrugged out of his leather jacket, and it fell to the floor with an oppressive thump. You sucked in a tight breath. The shirt was short sleeved, exposing his tattooed right forearm and his equally beautiful tanned left one. Some of his long black hair was falling down, brushing against his right cheekbone.

His eyes were so dark that you felt like they were devouring you.

Jungkook placed his large hands on your knees and vehemently shoved them apart, spreading your legs wide. He gave you a cold, expressionless stare as he placed a hand on your stomach, putting you onto your elbows, hips tipped up towards him. You were embarrassingly wet, juices soaked into your inner thighs, lace panties already molded to your soaked folds, the sheer pantyhose doing nothing to protect you from him and his hungry eyes. His voice was icy, making your pussy throb with need.

“Noona, if you close your legs, I’m going to punish you,” Jungkook warned.

Part of you wanted to know what the punishment was, but the other part of you really wanted to orgasm, so kept your snide remark to yourself and simply nodded.

Jungkook removed his hands from your knees and placed them on your shuddering breasts. Fuck. You hadn’t realized you were so horny until Jungkook touched you. A pained whimper strained in your throat.

The side of his lips curved upwards.

“Does my dirty, slutty noona want to be fucked?” His nails sank down, digging into your skin. “Do you want to be used by me, your tight little pussy stretched out and pleading for more?” Jungkook leaned forward, breathing into your face, growling whisper against your lips. He pinched your nipples and you moaned, wanting to kiss him, but knowing he wasn’t going to let you. He chuckled darkly, seeing your desperation.

“Do you want to be a slave for Jungkookie’s cock, noona?”

Fuuuuuuuck.

Your heart was beating so fast that your breathing was coming out in little gasps as he twisted your nipples harshly, rubbing the tips with his thumb. Your legs shook, threatening to close because the lack of friction was killing you.

“Y-yes, Jungkook, fuck yes.”

He yanked on your nipples and slapped them, making you hiss with pain, flinching as the sting shot up your chest. Jungkook reached into his back pocket and produced the silk neck scarf.

“Keep quiet for me noona or everyone will know how much of a slut you are for me.”

And then he shoved your own scarf into your parted lips, gagging you. Not a second too soon, because, without warning, Jungkook immediately spanked your barely clothed clit. You yelped around the silk, thighs quivering. He gripped one of your thighs, digging his nails into it, tearing the sheer pantyhose a little.

“Don’t move and take it,” he snarled.

Your back arched as Jungkook began to slap your pussy, hard, unforgiving, loud, and making you wetter and wetter, so much so his hand was slipping a little with each smack. You screamed around the scarf, hips trembling as they rose to meet each hit, flaring pain in between your thighs but so, so good. He clenched his jaw, dark eyes on your quickly reddening pussy lips that were sucking your panties deeper and deeper into your slit.

“Fuck,” he growled. “Fuck, you’re so hot and so fucking perfect for me.”

He removed his hand from your thigh and ripped the center seam of your pantyhose apart.

You started, eyes widening as you watched him tear through it, yelling at him through the scarf. You still needed to wear those! The small tears were one thing, but a full-on giant rip at the crotch was not going to be comfortable to wear for the rest of the day.

Jungkook smirked, raising a hand to his ear. “What’s that? Can’t hear you.”

You glared at him and was about to remove the scarf from your mouth to scold him, but his smirk turned into a roguish grin.

“Hm? Slap you harder and abuse your clit?”

You paled.

“My pleasure.”

You threw you head back as Jungkook mercilessly spanked your now only lace-covered clit, impossibly fast, towering over you and hooking his arm under your back, dragging you to him, arching your spine more, more, so your tits were straight up, bouncing right in his face as he changed from smacking your clit to rubbing it just as fast, rougher, so intense you were hoarsely wailing into the gag.

All of a sudden, your orgasm violently rammed into you, pleasure racking your entire body, amplified by stinging pain. Your pussy clenched around nothing, wetly squelching as Jungkook breathed hotly down on your nipples, still rubbing you through your orgasm, not letting up. You shook your head furiously, trying to tell him it was too much, that you were too sensitive, but you didn’t lift your hands to stop him, only spreading your fingers against the table, palms flat as your hips raised to his fingers.

You felt his hair brush against your nipples as he licked your cleavage, smirking up at your face.

“One more and then I’ll fuck you the way I want to, noona.”

Your legs were losing feeling from how hard you were locking them in place as you felt Jungkook pry your lace panties out of your pussy, shoving them to one side. Oh shit. You moaned as you felt him shove two fingers into you, eyes squeezing shut as he added a third, scissoring them as he smiled cruelly at you, eagerly watching your reaction.

“Such a greedy pussy, sucking in my fingers like this,” Jungkook drawled, your walls clenching around them, feeling every callus and every joint, all the way to his knuckles. “All mine, my beautiful, slutty noona.”

You would have asked Jungkook what the time was if your brain could still function, but your brain timed itself out, because Jungkook was thrusting his fingers into you now, filling you up, and feeding your need and desperation, assaulting your pussy with pleasure. The pain of your stinging, puffy lips rubbing against his hand added to the ecstasy, heightening it, your moaning now unintelligible behind the silk scarf that was saturated with your saliva. The sound was obscene, sloppy smacking sounds of your drenched hole getting pounded into the desk.

You threw your head back and choked out his name around the makeshift gag, throbbing pussy clamping down on his fingers. Thick, viscous liquid gushed out onto his palm, the back of his hand, dripping down to his wrist. It was so intense that your entire body jerked up into Jungkook’s face, hitting him with your tits.

If Jungkook was mad about it, he didn’t show it. He wrenched his slick fingers out and you whined, watching him with glazed eyes as licked them off, ferally growling at your taste. He released your back from his arm and you slid down, laying against the desk, panting.

“You taste extra delicious today, noona,” he chuckled. “Candy always tastes better in cute packaging.”

You barely had time to register that Jungkook had just compared you to a fucking convenience store snack before he yanked down his pants again, whipping out a foil packet and ripping it open. Less than a second and the condom was on, and then Jungkook shoved his cock into you, a startled gasp dying in your very over-used throat.

Jungkook moaned your name above you, softly and lustfully, pulling your hips closer to him so he was all the way inside you. You clenched around his length and he sighed, small smirk on his pink lips, eyelids fluttering.

“You’re going to kill me one day with how perfectly tight you are for me,” he mumbled.

Your eyes found his and he grinned, looking down at you through his lashes, his hair obscuring half his face.

Fuck, you could stare at him all day.

Jungkook placed your legs around his waist, finally letting them rest from the forced spreading. He roughly jerked his hips into yours and you whimpered, nails clawing into the desk. His fingers dug into your hips and he set his jaw, beginning a hard, fast pace, slapping your hips together, fucking you into the desk. It scraped noisily into the floor, but neither of you cared, you abused pussy lips rubbing against his crotch every time his hips met yours, carried to new heights of pain and pleasure, loving every second, every moment of Jungkook using you to chase his own orgasm, his cock swelling and dragging against your tight walls. So much. So full.

You could never be satisfied with another cock.

“Fuck.”

Jungkook hissed, grip on your hips tightening, bruising you with his fingertips.

“Fuck, noona, I love you.”

Your heart stopped.

And then your orgasm crashed down, overtaking you completely, your head smacking the desk and seeing stars, clenching around Jungkook’s cock and pulsating violently around his length, soaking his thighs with your juices, scent so strong you were sure whatever class that was going to use this lecture hall next was going to smell your cum splattering to the floor.

Jungkook gritted his teeth and rammed his hips into you, dragging you down to meet every thrust, intensifying your orgasm, ripping your pantyhose even more. Once, twice, three times, and he groaned, shuddering as he spilled into the condom, cock shivering inside you as he came. You could feel how much it was, pressing against your walls.

His long hair was all over his face, black strands clinging to his tan skin, sweat dripping off his chin, pink lips quivering, dark eyes roaming over your fucked-out form. Panting hard, matching your heavy, grating breaths behind your now saliva-drenched neck scarf. After a long moment, Jungkook reached down and held onto the condom, slowly pulling out of you.

Holy fuck.

You reached up with a shaking hand, pulling the silk out of your mouth. It came out in a long strip of fabric, smacking against your cheek as your removed it from your lips.

Holy.

Fuck.

You sat up, your body screaming at you, seeing Jungkook breathing hard, tying up the condom.

“Did you just tell me you love me?”

Jungkook’s ears turned bright red. He chewed on his lip, biting it hard before facing you. Dark brown eyes suddenly vulnerable, scared. It was the most uncharacteristic expression you had ever witnessed on Jeon Jungkook’s chiseled, handsome face.

“Uh… yeah.”

There was a moment where you realized both you two were mostly naked in a random classroom, clothes thrown everywhere, having made a mess once again.

“Sorry,” Jungkook added quickly. “It slipped out.”

You blinked at him. “Why are you apologizing?”

He rubbed his nose, looking away.

“Well… aren’t you just fucking me because you like to be dominated?”

You frowned. “No, I’m fucking you because I’m in love with you.”

You saw Jungkook freeze. He turned his head robotically, eyes wide and doe-like. “R-really?”

You looked down to notice that your heels were on the tile floor. When had you lost those? You grumbled, trying to straighten out your panties and the remains of your pantyhose. It was doomed. You shrugged, dangling your legs over the edge of the desk as you looked back at Jungkook and his surprised expression. You raised an eyebrow.

“Are you really that much of an idiot?” you muttered, your own cheeks burning, letting out a puff of annoyed air. “Yes, I love you. Why else would I tolerate you staring at me like I’m some kind of zoo animal? Why else would I risk getting in trouble by running around like this? Why else would I let you fuck me at school, in the middle of the damn day, again?”

Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck. “Erm… because I’m hot?”

You rubbed your forehead and sighed exasperatedly, standing up, instantly wincing. Jungkook took a step forward to catch you, but he almost tripped on his pants down his ankles. You caught yourself against the desk and raised a hand, shaking your head.

“Pack your damn dick,” you muttered. You yanked your tights down your legs, removing them and balling them up. They were useless now anyway. You found your bra and put it back on as you eyed your chiffon blouse. Good thing it wasn’t ripped. It only took you a moment to slip it back on, rebuttoning it and tucking it into your skirt. You pulled your pencil skirt back down, straightening it, thighs immediately sticking together from your own fluids.

Yup, still no more comfortable than yanking your pants back on after a session with Jungkook.

You noticed him putting his leather jacket back on and picking up the condom wrapper. He took the silk scarf from the table and shoved it in his back pocket. You went back to him to gather your shoes, but he knelt down, holding out your black heels as if you were Cinderella.

“I can just–”

“Step.”

His tone was sharp and you immediately obeyed, raising your foot and stepping into your shoe. First one, then the other. Jungkook stood back up, exhaling a little. You looked up at him. His chocolate eyes flitted about tensely. He opened his mouth to speak.

“Do you… uh…”

You cut him off. “Jungkook, if you cheat on me, I will personally castrate you with a spoon.”

He cringed. “Ouch.”

You took the used condom and the wrapper bits from him, shoving them into your balled-up pantyhose. You marched towards the door confidently, pain shooting throughout your body with every step. Jungkook called after you.

“Your hairpins.”

You turned your head back a little.

“You can drop them off at my apartment later.”

And then you unlocked the door and stepped out of the classroom.

Park Jimin waved at you, grinning. Plump lips curved into a mischievous smile, wearing a denim jacket and jeans. You almost jumped seeing him standing there. What the fuck is with this guy’s timing? He eyed your hand holding your ruined pantyhose and you put it behind your back, glaring at him.

“I told Namjoon you had a lady emergency.” Jimin wiggled his eyebrows at you before holding up your phone and black purse, the belongings you had left in the back room. “You took longer than you should have.”

You felt your ears burn. “Shit. I need to get back.”

“To Jungkook, yeah,” Jimin chimed teasingly, making you glower at him.

Of course. Jungkook had turned Jimin into his scout for your escapades. Fantastic. You suddenly felt a strong presence behind you. The door had opened and Jungkook’s arm snaked around your waist, yanking you possessively to his side. He placed his chin on top of your head, inhaling the scent of your hair.

“You wanna go on a date, noona?” Jungkook purred, his free hand playing with the ends of your disheveled hair.

You pursed your lips. “I have to get back and help Namjoon.”

Jimin waved a hand. “He’ll be fine for one day. Plus, you’re being kidnapped.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Jungkook slapped his hand over your lips, marching you in the opposite direction of Career Week, Jimin skipping behind you two, cheerfully humming.

part iv

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weelittleweasley · 4 years ago

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june 5 (d.m.)

prompt as requested by anon: draco has always hated his birthday for as long as he could remember. but now that he was with you, you were determined to change his opinion on birthdays.

pairing: post war! draco malfoy x fem! reader, dom! draco x sub! reader

warnings: mentions of food, 18+ sexual content (minors do not interact), male receiving oral (slight face fucking), possessiveness, dirty language, lingerie, language, hair pulling, mirror play, praise kink

word count: 3.7k

author’s note: please minors do not interact with this! any and all smut on my page is meant for 18+ readers! remember consent is key!

Excitement coursed through your veins when you had realized you had woken up before the sun had even risen. Careful not to disturb the sleeping birthday boy next to you, you slithered out of your shared bed and slipped on your robe and slippers, making your way into the kitchen.

Today you were on a mission. It was Draco’s birthday and you had been planning out how the day would unfold. It was one of the first birthdays you were spending with Draco after you both had graduated from Hogwarts, so you wanted to make this birthday extra special. You knew regardless of the year, Draco despised his own birthday.

“What’s the point of it?” he would argue. “I was born. Whoopie. What do you want me to do about it?” he’d continue as you laughed. “Seriously. What the fuck is the point? We eat a cake and open presents? I can do that any fucking day. Also, I hate cake,” he’d ramble which just made you laugh harder before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

On the contrary, you loved birthday, regardless if it was yours or not. Celebrating someone’s life and a new year ahead of them made your heart swell with joy. Now that Draco’s birthday had rolled around, you wanted to show him how much you cared for and loved him.

Whilst the birthday boy slept, you began in the kitchen, brewing coffee, whisking eggs, and toasting fresh bread. He can’t be in a bad mood if he’s had something good to eat first thing in the morning, you thought to yourself.

As you cooked, you watched the sunlight slowly seep in through the kitchen windows of your shared flat, illuminated the dark hardwood floors. The sun warmed you up on the early June morning as you smiled to yourself. Today would be a good day. You would make sure of it.

You watched the clock tick until the hands hit eight o’clock as you scurried back into your shared master bedroom. Draco’s alarm would be going off any second and you wanted to make sure that you were the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes on his special day.

As expected the small clock on his nightstand started ringing, causing Draco to stir in his sleep before lazily flopping a hand on it to stop it from chiming that horrendous sound that signaled the start of his day. Draco stretched his arms wide, groaning as he did so, getting the sleep out of his body before rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. You sat at his feet, smiling as he did so. You had always loved when Draco first woke up; he was adorably cranky. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open as he groggily sat up. “Good morning, baby,” he growled in his raspy morning voice.

Even after being with Draco for two years, your heart still soared at the mention of a nickname he had so fondly given you. You scooted closer to your love and brushed his messy hair from his eyes, “Happy birthday, my love,” you cooed gently as Draco kissed the inside of your palm.

He groaned, “Don’t remind me,” he rolled his eyes, sitting himself up straight. “Today is a day like any other. June 5th is just a regular, ordinary day like any,” he tried to convince you as you sat there, the excitement on your face giving away everything. You couldn’t be coy. “Good Godric, what did you do?” Draco laughs, reading the gleeful expression on your darling face.

You shrugged and placed a kiss on his forehead. “Nothing at all,” you lied as Draco gave you a knowing look. You had been up his arse about his birthday and what he wanted for months and now you had just dropped it? Draco was much smarter than that to know that you had something up your sleeve. You lightly laughed, “I didn’t do anything! I just made breakfast for us like I usually do on Saturdays.”

Draco just chuckled and shook his head. “You’re a ball breaker, you that?” he tells you as you shrug. “Alright, let’s see what mess you made,” he gets up from the bed as you smile and rise from the bed, running to the kitchen to stand beside your masterpiece. “My days, stop running, (Y/N), it’s just breakfast!”

As Draco entered the kitchen, you held out your hands presenting everything before him. “It’s all your favorites!” you exclaim as Draco just shakes his head. Before you was eggs, toast, fresh fruit, and black coffee; it was simple, but you knew it was his favorite breakfast.

He walks over to where you stood at the breakfast bar and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Thank you, darling. I appreciate the gesture,” he speaks before kissing you gently, tilting your chin upwards so he can peck your lips. “But this is all the surprises for the day,” he speaks as you groan in protest. “Yes, I insist. My birthday wish is just to spend the day with you. In our flat. Relaxing. Nothing more. Nothing less,” he told you.

In a way, his request sounded really nice. You and Draco have been so busy with your jobs and working and traveling that you hadn’t taken a day in months to just be lazy. Sitting on the couch, maybe reading a good book, listening to music, laying in Draco’s lap...it sounded like a great way to spend the day.

Defeated, you sigh, “Whatever the birthday boy wants, he gets.”

Draco smiles widely, pressing another soft kiss to your forehead. “Brilliant,” he beams. “And another birthday request, don’t call me birthday boy.”

You roll your eyes, “Fine...whatever the birthday prince wants, he gets.” Draco groans as you laugh and take your seat at the breakfast bar. “Oh stop, you know you love it.”

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For the entirety of the day, you and Draco spent in on the couch, napping in your bed, or dancing in the kitchen. The day was lazy and carefree and effortlessly fun. It reminded you of all of the little reasons why you loved him so much. Draco had gone through so much in his young life and had guarded himself up to the point where he refused to let anyone in. But when those guards came down after you two started dating, it revealed how lively and loving he was. How passionate and kind he could be. How charming and carefree he was.

But Draco still held onto some traits of his past. He was determined and ambitious. He was strong willed and stubborn when he needed to be. He was painfully loyal to those he cared for and would do whatever he needed to protect them.

Regardless, you loved Draco something fierce and he loved you with all of his might.

As the sun started to fade in the western sky, you started to clean up the kitchen from the pizza you had ordered for dinner. You had walked to the sink and placed the dishes delicately to begin washing them, but Draco had wrapped his arms around your waist. “I’ll do the dishes, my love. You’ve already done so much today,” he spoke as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “It’s the least I can do.” You spun around and gave him a gentle smile before kissing the tip of his nose quickly. “Go on,” he spoke with a swift tap on your bum.

While Draco washed the dishes, you scurried off to the bedroom and closed the door behind you. In a flash, you were peeling off your loungewear and raiding your closet to the back corner where you had hid Draco’s final present for the day. Draco had insisted not to get him anything, which you obeyed, but this present was something for the both of you to enjoy.

Lingerie wasn’t something you had purchased avidly in the past, but this was a special day and you wanted to prove to Draco just how special it was. When you had entered in the underwear shoppe, there were a plethora of underwear, teddies, lingerie, bras, and one pieces to chose from. It was a bit overwhelming at first, but you had managed to pick out something that you think Draco would like. But in all honestly, no matter what you wore Draco would love. As long as you were the one wearing them.

You stepped in front of the full body mirror and examined yourself, running your hands down the front of the bodysuit decorated with emerald green lace. The bodysuit left little to the imagination as it pushed your breasts together and up, making them spill out of the cups, hugging your figure deliciously, cut outs revealing your hips and waist. You inhaled deeply and sighed. “Better be worth the pretty penny this cost me,” you spoke to yourself.

From the other room, Draco’s voice calls, “(Y/N)? Where’d ya go?”

“Bedroom!” you call back, giving yourself one last glance in the mirror. You smirked at yourself. Damn, you looked good.

Almost on cue, Draco swung the door upon and immediately stopped in his tracks when his eyes landed on you. His eyes went wide and he smirked. “Bloody hell,” he sighed, rubbing his face as his eyes raked up and down your body. “Well, what do we have here?” he closed the door behind himself and slowly walked towards you.

You stood proudly at the mirror, a small smirk dancing on your lips. “I thought we couldn’t let birthday celebrations end so soon,” you walk towards him, placing your hands on his chest before snaking them around his neck as his hands trail up your sides, the lace dancing underneath his fingertips. “It’s all for you.”

As if Draco couldn’t be more in love with you. He let out a heavy breath as his hands trailed down your bare back before landing on your bottom. “You are all mine,” he corrects you. He takes your chin and forces your gaze on his. His blue eyes are full of lust as his pupils dilate heavily as you gulp. His gaze was enough to drive your mind in circles. “All of this belongs to me.”

Draco doesn’t waste anymore time, connecting his lips with yours as his body presses against yours. You inhale deeply as you tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling gently. His lips are hot and needy against yours, but he doesn’t let you know how desperate he is to feel you wrapped around his hard cock. Draco takes your bottom lip in between his teeth, pulling gently before slipping his tongue in your mouth, gently massaging his with yours as you whimper into the kiss. “Are you gonna be a good girl for me tonight?” he mumbles in your mouth as you nod excitedly.

You wanted Draco to use your body however he wanted to tonight. No matter how much you liked being a brat, you wanted him to completely dominate you tonight. You were surrendering to Draco.

As his lips moved against yours, he wasted no time pushing your bodysuit to the side, running a finger in between your heat making you whimper, craving his touch against where you needed him most. “You’re so wet for me already, darling,” he huskily groans with a smirk. “And we’ve only just begun.” His words make you shiver as you attempt to kiss him again, but he pulls back. “Tell me how much you want my cock inside that tight pussy of yours,” he groans.

With a small smirk, you sigh, “How about I show you?”

Draco looks at you a little puzzled, but it’s instantly resolved when you drop to your knees. In one swift motion, you pull down his grey sweatpants and boxers to reveal his stiff member hitting his stomach. You look up at Draco through your eyelashes as you pull your hair back into a ponytail, a small smile dancing on your glossed lips. Lip gloss that would sure cover his hard dick in just moments. “My sexy little slut,” he breathes out before you drag your tongue from the bottom of his shaft to the tip, making Draco throw his back in ecstasy. He hums as you start sucking gently on his tip, swirling your tongue around him, teasingly. “Don’t you dare tease me, you slut,” he groans before you take his whole length sloppily. He hisses through gritted teeth as you grab his thighs, bobbing your head up and down on his massive length, your peach lip gloss rubbing off on his dick. “Such a good whore,” he praises you as you suck on his cock, hands stroking the parts you couldn’t take. “You love sucking on my cock, don’t you?”

You hum against his cock, sending vibrations through him as he moans loudly, grabbing onto your ponytail, pushing his length further down your throat. You lightly choke on his dick, throat tightening around his cock as he groans out in euphoria. It was worth it just to watch the look on his face as you took him like this. Looking up at him through your eyelashes, sucking on his throbbing dick, humming on it, causing him to push your face onto his dick deeper, gently face fucking you.

Small tears ran down your cheeks as you eyes watered from taking him like this. But you didn’t mind at all, the condition that you had him in right now was enough to make you finish. You bobbed on his dick faster, swirling your tongue around his cock, making him cry out, “Fucking shit, (Y/N). You’re such a fucking slut for my cock.”

His words only made you bob your head faster, focusing on the tip as he shudder, the most sensitive spot making him writhe in pleasure. “I’m gonna fucking come,” he hisses as you suck on his tip, playing with his balls in your hands.

With a husky groan, you feel his come warm in your mouth, shooting down your throat as you swallow it all, licking up what you missed off of his dick. Draco is left panting, chest heaving up and down as you smirk up at him, wiping your lips with the back of your hand, satisfied with yourself and the brilliant job you’ve done.

Draco pulls you up to your feet before smashing his lips against your so he can taste himself on your peach flavored lips. His hands roughly grope your ass as you pull his shirt off, throwing it to the floor. “I want you to take me. Now,” you speak as Draco kisses down your neck across your collarbones and to the valley of your breasts.

“Gladly,” he speaks as you attempt to walk towards the bed, but he stops you. “Not there tonight,” he whispers in your ear before he flips you around to face the mirror. “I want you to watch yourself as I fuck the shit out of you,” he tells you as a shiver crawls up your spine. “How does that sound, princess?” he coos, brushing your sloppy ponytail to the side, kissing and nibbling on your neck.

You breathe out, “You better take this stupid fucking bodysuit off of me then.”

Draco chuckles deeply before speaking, “My pleasure.” He pushes the straps down your arms and slides the bodysuit down your skin, falling to the floor. There, you stood in front of the mirror, completely naked in front of your lover and he hungrily feasted his eyes on you. “You’re the most beautiful thing to ever happen on this Earth,” he breathes out before pulling your head back to rest on his shoulder as he kissed you deeply.

His large hands cupped both of your breasts as you moaned into his mouth, his fingers pinching and rubbing your hard nipples. As one hand massaged your breast, the other slithered down your stomach and in between your thighs to where you craved his touch the most. You inhale deeply as one of his slender fingers starts tracing circles against your clit as you knees buckle a little. “We just started, kitten. Don’t give out on me just yet,” he whispers in your ear as he nibbles on it gently. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

You moan out, “Please, Dray, I need you.”

Draco smirked against your skin as he rubs on your clit faster, making you gasp. “You need me to what, kitten?” he teasingly asks you as you hold onto his forearms for support to ensure you don’t buckle under his touch.

“To fuck me like you promised,” you breathe out, pressing your back harder into Draco’s bare chest. “I wanna watch you fuck me.”

Your words are a symphony to Draco’s ears, his dick hard again against your thigh. In swift motion, he grabs the chair from your vanity desk and places it in front of you, bending you over so you are looking directly into the mirror. The sight of you bent over the back of a chair, Draco standing behind you, hungrily watching you was enough to make the wetness from your aching pussy drip down the inside of your thighs. Draco pulls a rubber from his nightstand and rolls it onto his thick cock as you gulp.

Draco stares into your eyes as he leans down to whisper in your ear, his chest pressed flush against your bare back. “Remember, my sex kitten,” he whispers, “I call the shots tonight. I’ll take you however I want to take it. Isn’t that, right?” he purrs as you quiver under his touch, his long finger trailing down your spine before roughly grabbing your bum in his hand. You moan out in response. “Good girl. My good little slut,” he praises you. “Good sluts get rewarded,” he starts. “Today, you’ve been very good for me, haven’t you?”

You nod your head feverishly. “Yessir.”

Draco groans at your words, dragging his latex covered dick in between your folds as you gasp. “That’s my baby,” he moans. “You want to watch me fuck you? You filthy slut,” he speaks, hands now groping your breasts again as you sigh, resting your head on the back of the chair.

But Draco pulls on your ponytail, forcing your gaze back onto the mirror to meet his eyes. “I said you will watch me fuck you,” he demands. “Did I stutter?”

“No sir,” you moan out as he smiles. “I want to watch you fuck me.”

“Atta girl,” he praises before pushing his dick all the way into you as you moan out, Draco hissing at how tight you were wrapped around his cock. “Fuck,” he breathes out. He waits a moment for you to adjust before he slowly starts rocking his hips, thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace.

He is gently panting as he thrusts in and out of you. You grind your backside against him, making him groan out. “Yeah, just like that. Just like that for me, princess,” he praises you as you do it again, pushing your ass on his groin. “Shit,” he groans before he starts to pick up the pace of his thrust, hips smacking against your backside as he takes you from behind. “Look at you. You love the way I fuck you,” he looks deep into your eyes as you watch him in the mirror, taking you the way he wanted against the desk chair.

You hum, “Yessir. You feel so good inside of me.”

Draco pounds in and out of you harder as your mouth falls agape, you panting. “I love the way you feel wrapped around my cock. Your pretty little pussy wrapped around me. I fucking love it. Fuck,” he closes his eyes and throws his head back in pleasure as you grab onto the chair tighter. Draco pushes himself impossibly deeper inside of you, reaching that one part that made your toes curl and knuckles turn white.

“Fuck, Draco!” you scream out, holding onto the chair for dear life. If you didn’t, you would surely buckle from all of the pleasure he had you in. “Right there, baby, don’t stop. Oh, fuck. Please, don’t stop!” you cry out.

Draco keeps his pace, hitting your g-spot as his grip on your hips tighten, sure to leave bruises. “You like that? You like the way I fuck you? My fucking whore,” he groans out as he pounds in and out of you. “Bloody hell, I fucking love you so fucking much, baby,” he breathes, pressing kisses down your spine as you cry out in bursts of pleasure.

“I love you, I love you so much,” you pant in between his thrusts. Draco hand drops down, finding your clit again, sending you over the edge as you throw your head back. You hold onto the chair for dear life, “Fucking shit, baby, I’m gonna come all over you.” Draco keeps railing into you, his dick throbbing at how good you felt. “Come all over me, kitten. I wanna hear you scream my fucking name,” he encourages you. “Come, baby, come, come,” he pants in between his thrusts.

A wave of warmth rushes over you as your pussy throbs, coming all over Draco’s cock and fingers as you scream out his name, throwing your head back in sheer euphoria. Your heart is thumping in your ears as you come down from your high, Draco soon following, releasing in the condom, a string of profanities falling from his parted lips as his eyes screw shut.

The two of you are breathless messes as you remain bent over the chair as Draco pulls out of you and kisses your shoulder blades, rubbing your back gently. “Bloody fucking hell,” he chuckles as you join in, chest heaving for air. Beads of sweat roll down his forehead as he cleans himself up, you peeling yourself off of the chair, your legs feeling like jelly.

Draco smiles as you suck in a breath through your teeth. He hands you your bathrobe as you gladly accept, him draping the soft material on your body. You tie the robe and smile at the glowing man before you. You cup his face in your hands and press a sweet kiss to his lips as he pulls you closer to him, smiling into your tender embrace. “Godric,” you breathe out when you pull away, him laughing. “You still hate birthdays?”

He chuckles, “If every birthday is like this one? I fucking love them.”

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sinkix · 4 years ago

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Haikyuu!! │Boys reaction to you calling them ‘Daddy’│ Ft. Daichi, Iwaizumi, Kuroo & Kageyama

Okay SO, I took inspo from @animewh0re ‘s ‘Kuroo Tetsurou x Accidental Daddy HC’ post so big shout out to her ly bb - be sure to give them a follow <3

For this post I picked some of the characters I felt would be more likely to have a daddy kink so their reactions would be the most interesting/comical whether the reader was doing it was intentionally or not. There were some others I had in mind that I may make into a second part. I got a little carried away writing these as you will see lmao, oopsie.

! All characters are 18+ - Contains NSFW content !

My Ko-fi - Because a caffeinated Kix is a productive one.

Without further ado, enjoy ! ~

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･

Daichi:

I feel like Daichi low-key already knew he had a daddy kink

Like somewhere deep in that dudes soul he just had a fuckin hunch.

However he never brought it up to you because he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, being the kind and considerate dude he is.

One night you were both just relaxing and watching a movie, he was tracing his finger along your thigh because let’s face it he is 100% a thigh man.

At some point you began getting restless, so you shifted yourself to face him, propping yourself up against his knee as you leaned down to kiss him, cupping your hands around his cheeks. He grunts in approval, cheekily sliding his hands down to squeeze your ass, using the moment of surprise to slide his tongue in and deepen the kiss. He’s pretty crafty when he wants to be.

After a few minutes you could feel yourself growing impatient, raising the hem of your baggy shirt and grinding your clothed slit against the ridges of his thigh.

Daichi’s weakness #8 activated, thigh riding.

He drags his palms against your hips, taking control of your vigorous movements and forcing more pressure against your cunt and causing you to whimper. Lowering your head next to his, soft moans grace against the shell of his ear in wisps that send shivers down his spine.

You can sense Daichi’s own dwindling patience as the momentum becomes desperate with the way he’s now hastily grinding your hips down onto him, groaning at the sensation of your juices dripping through the thin fabric and cooling against the skin of his thigh.

All of a sudden a long and breathy “Mhmmm~ daddy” escapes your lips, and this dude is so taken aback.

Snapping your head up to face him, his eyes are glazed over with an intensity enough to make your core tremble, your cheeks flushing at the realisation of what you just blurted out starts to sink in.

“Fuck, I want to hear you say that again baby.”

Without warning he flips you over and on to the couch, hovering over you as his hips buck against the wetness covering your clothed core, eliciting more moans as he sucks on the tender skin of your neck.

“A-ah daddy...”

“more.”

His tone was desperate and commanding, only further igniting the pleasure growing between the two of you.

Trailing his hands down to the edge of your underwear and slipping them inside, his fingers find their way to your clit and rub the area in soft, circular motions, sucking harder against the skin of your neck and streeling his tongue along the bruised aftermaths.

“Daddy..”

“Again.”

You didn’t pay any mind to the rest of the movie, and you both had a lot of fun with this new found kink the two of you shared.

Iwaizumi:

Since Iwa radiates big dom energy and you cannot convince me otherwise, I feel like he is also one that just has a hunch that this is something he’s into.

You already have a hella Dom x Sub relationship sexually so this experimentation was probably long awaited. A slip up no less, and an embarrassing one.

It was a late Friday evening after school, the sun was already long gone yet you were still helping Iwa and Oikawa practise by tossing for them as many times as they requested. How they weren’t already beyond the point of burn out you didn’t know.

Glancing at the wall clock which read ‘8:23pm’, Iwa huffed and rubbed the back of his head. “All right, it’s time to call it a night.” “But Iwa-chaaaann--” Oikawa interjected. “No. Plus, I’m sure (Y/N) is exhausted by now hm?” He whips round to face you and you nod in agreement, eyes hooding from fatigue at the long days events. “Fineee.” Oikawa grumbles, pouting his lips playfully and sending you a wink, rolling your eyes and sticking your tongue out at him in response.

A few minutes later, most of the balls and club equipment are packed away. You’re tossing the last few balls into the basket when Iwa saunters up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist which sends the ball tumbling across the floor.

“Ah, daddy don’t-”

silence.

Pure. utter. silence.

The words had escaped from your mouth before you could stop them.

The sound of the ball rolling echoes throughout the room and you can feel Iwa’s entire body tense up while in his hold, hands digging into your hips as he lets out a low grunt. You sheepishly look in Oikawa’s direction, who’s shooting you both a glance as if to say ‘so this what y’all get up to?’ Attempting to stifle his snickers and the sudden light his face has been brightened with.

Little did he know this was the first time you had actually called him that, and it was raging a lustful fire through his body. The body now roughly thrusted up against you.

You had a feeling Iwa would never hear the end of this.

Walking a fine line between pressing against your body and full on grinding, he utters his next few words as abruptly as possible.

“You can head on out Oikawa, me and (Y/N) will finish up cleaning.”

This only furthers his amusement, the cogs in his head turning as he gives a quick nod, strolling toward the gym doors painstakingly slow as if savouring every last ounce of tension brewing in the air. “Ooookay, have fun, daddy-chan.” The howls of his laughter can be heard even after the doors swing shut, you two stay rigid until his voice fades off in the distance.

“Follow me, now.”

Without waiting for a response, he grabs you by the wrist and drags you into the storage room, slamming you against the locker, he stares down at you hungrily as his lips crash against yours, hands ravaging every curve of your body. Pulling away, a string of saliva connects as his lips brush against the crook of your neck. “I want you to say that again, little slut.” Snaking into the waistband of your shorts and dragging a digit against your slit, the words flow out effortlessly. “D-daddy please...”

“Fuck, I’m going to have so much fun with you, kitten.”

And fun with you he did.

Kuroo:

Y’all are always clowning and pulling some buffoonery on each other so this time you figured you’d kick it up a notch.

Kenma and Kuroo were talking while the rest of the team were doing warm-down stretches after practise.

Cue operation ‘Make Kuroo squirm’. Commencing stage 1.

Lingering behind Kuroo, you rest your chin on his shoulder and fold your arms around his waist, pulling him in for one of your behind-hugs that he adores.

oh how naive he was.

Swaying lovingly from side to side, you take the opportunity when Kenma looks away. With the most innocent of tones you could muster, you tilt your head upward, dragging your teeth gently against the lobe of his ear, and strike.

“Daaaaddy?”

When I tell you homeboys body freezes up, I mean that shit is like an iceberg that could cause Titanic 2.0

Kuroo whips his head round to face you, wide-eyed and eyebrow cocked as if to say ‘damn you really just went there?’

You smile sweetly, fluttering your lashes and feigning an innocence which you know drives him up the wall, a ‘try me bitch’ expression darting in your eyes.

He smirks at this, huffing under his breath so quietly it’s barely audible.

“You’re so in for it later, kitten.”

You knew this, but it was more than worth seeing him suffer for the time being.

Kenma’s attention is now directed back to Kuroo after watching Lev get tangled in the volley net like a fly done dirty by the Darwin theory.

Commence stage 2.

They continue their conversation, all the while your hand is roaming stealthily under his shirt, trailing along every line, curve and crevice of his abs and pectoral region.

Kuroo is whipped for the sensation of you feeling him up, he won’t ever admit to it but he caves under your touch.

You feel his posture stiffen as your hands hover above the region of his crotch.

Gotcha.

“What’s wrong, daddy?” Your voice is only loud enough for Kuroo to hear, and judging by the way Kenma looks at him next you can imagine his face is nothing short of priceless.

Pudding head senses something awry with Kuroo because my guy looks well and truly stumped.

“Uh, excuse us a sec.”

Kuroo without warning flings your body over his shoulder and strolls toward the gyms entrance. You playfully whack his back with your fists and flail your legs, barking at him to let go. The whole team turns their attention to you and laughs.

“Get some (Y/N)! Lev hollers, and the last thing you see is Yaku slapping him up-side the head before the doors close.

Placing you back on your feet, he doesn’t give you a second to adjust before kabe-donning you against the building wall, the rain only further adding to the steamy atmosphere you had created.

Grabbing your wrist and guiding it to his shorts, your fingertips brush against the tent straining against the crimson fabric.

“See how hard you’ve made me princess? I can’t go ahead with the team meeting like this. Be a good slut for daddy and get on your knees, I’ll gladly make a mess of that pretty little face.”

You comply, shivering as the damp grass caresses the skin of your knees.

“You like calling me daddy, huh? That turn my little whore on?” Kuroo grunts, thrusting himself repeatedly into the back of your throat until his balls touch your chin. Tears well in your field of vision and start streaming down your cheeks which he wipes away tenderly. “Well, I’ll make sure you call me that more often.”

10 minutes and a very sore throat later, you both finish up and Kuroo looks more than satisfied, running his fingers through your disheveled hair and marvelling at the mess he made of your makeup.

“Clean yourself up in the restroom princess, I’ll see you back inside and we’ll continue this later. I’m far from done.”

With a sly smirk and a peck on the cheek, he walks back into the gym.

Needless to say he’s definitely going to make you call him daddy from now on, and you got many suggestive stares when you made your embarrassing debut back into the gym.

Kageyama:

Okay so the thought has probably never crossed Kags mind since his head is filled with like 98% volleyball.

The other 2% being the undying love he has for you. But hey, 2% is still 2%, I’ll take it.

Your sex life was although very satisfying, pretty vanilla. The only time it got really intense was if Kags had a bad day or was bubbling with jealousy, in which case a surprising and un-tamable dom side of him emerges.

This often made you ponder what would happen if you addressed him under a title with said connotations. The curiosity of how he would react was slowly ebbing away at you.

So one day, being the scheming little shit you are, decided to test the waters.

The day had started off pretty well, it was a Saturday and you were taking a walk around town.

Kags wanted to grab some snacks so you headed to the store, agreeing to wait outside.

A few minutes go by and he still hasn’t come out, however the roaming eyes of a guy opposite left you feeling incredibly uneasy.

You shifted in place awkwardly, until he decides to approach you.

Up close he was sleazy, with a menacing glint in his eyes that made you recoil.

Resting his elbow on the wall beside you, he leans in way too close for comfort.

“Hi baby, you’re not with anyone are you? Mind giving me your number?”

His voice was low and threatening, as if daring you to decline his order than was snidely masked as an offer.

Mustering up all the courage you had, you raised your chin and stared up at him defiantly. “No, I have a boyfriend.”

He chuckles at this, leaning in closer and challenging you further.

“Well, I don’t see him.”

“I’m right here.”

There Kags was, standing outside the entryway to the store, bearing the most livid expression you had ever seen. You’re pretty sure there were flames surrounding his aura.

The guy backs up, letting out a causal whistle before wordlessly turning in the other direction, leaving the two of you alone again at last.

“Tobio wha-”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fi-”

“We’re going home.”

The walk was silent and you could sense the tension in the surrounding atmosphere.

After opening the door and tossing the bags to the side, Kags pins you against the front door and pulls you in for a fervid make out, intertwining your tongues and fighting for the dominance which he easily obtains.

He runs his hands ravenously over every inch of your upper body, making his way down south until he reaches your underwear, using one hand to grind his digits along your folds while the other fondles your breasts.

Suddenly, you have a lightning bolt moment and decide to put your thoughts to the test.

“Mhmm-..Daddy..”

What you just did flipped a switch on inside Kags he never knew existed.

He pauses for a moment, staring at you with wide eyes and heated cheeks, he actually looks choked up.

“w..what did you just say...?”

“...Daddy?”

At this point he straight up loses it.

Picking you up bridal style, he carries you to the bedroom and bends you over his knee, hastily unbuckling his belt and folding it into a make-shift whip.

“Count each time I spank you, and fucking thank me when you do it.”

Stunned, you nod feebly, still processing this side of him you have never seen before.

whack.

“A-h! One. thank you...”

“Thank you what?”

“Thank you, daddy.”

Kags traces the red mark decorating your ass lovingly with his finger before raising the belt again for a second blow. “You belong to me and only me, I’ll mark up your pretty body beautifully.”

You had belt marks on your rear for over a week and couldn’t walk right the following day lololol.

#haikyuu!!#hq #haikyu #haikyuu headcanons #hq headcanons #haikyuu x reader #daichi sawamura #haikyuu smut #kuroo tetsurou #karasuno #nekoma #aoba johsai #haikyuu imagines #kageyama tobio #iwaizumi hajime

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ha-hatdog · 4 years ago

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haru kato hcs

- what is it like to be dating haru kato?

omg excited about this cuz i want me some haru content. pretty boi needs tons of love and affection. we need more haru kato content. i demand it!

requested by @beef-tomatoes : can you do haru kato dating headcanons. here you have the frog man🐸 < |> /\ the frog man says: have a nice day💖😌✌

requests open

first things first - congrats on getting this man to be your boyfriend because boy oh boy you gonna get the best domestic life ever

haru kato is a simple man with a simple life who knows his responsibilities so expect perfect husbando and waifu qualities

cooking for you is his favorite thing to do. he loves being able to alleviate your stress, especially after a particularly troubling day at work/university

he loves it when you cook for him too. it makes him feel special and his heart just soars. this man will not leave the kitchen just so he can watch you working your magic with ingredients and spice while wearing that dumb dreamy face. he holds himself back from sliding behind you and embracing you because you look so good with an apron for the reason he doesn't want to distract you but most of the time he just does it because you're too cute

if you know how to cook, he'll give you tips here and there but will leave you to your cooking majority of the time

if you can't cook, expect a full blown cooking lesson from him because he said he won't be able to cook for you all the time and he'll be damned if you always order take out or buy those just microwave packages in convenient stores

if your cooking turned out good, haru will eat seconds and thirds, complimenting you every now and then after gulping down what he was chewing. will definitely ask you to cook more for him and if you can't, he'll brush it off saying maybe next time but internally he was pouty because he wants more. probably thinking of marrying you already

if your cooking turned out bad, he will tell you it could use a little more work, offer himself to help you, but he'll still eat it because you made it for him aww. still probably thinking of marrying you

dates with haru is sort of rare. crime doesn't sleep and nor does he so most of your dates are at his place - just watching a movie and eating whatever he cooked

he always has to have a hand on you or an arm over your shoulder. gotta make sure you're really there

but if he does have time, he will take you out on a simple date that benefits both of your interests. haru won't say but he'll always lean more in your interests in dates because he feels so bad for depriving you of his quality time. this is how he silently atones, plys he buys you small and thoughtful gifts

remember when i said crime doesn't sleep nor does he? well, haru gets tired often. it was natural because of his field of work. haru will hesitate to go to your place because he needs some loving and some caring but doesn't want to be a bother so he calls you to ask permission before going

will want to sleep with you once he gets there but you force him to eat because he needs to he healthy to continue being a detective. he will grumble while you make him food but his heart is soft that you think about his well being

"my girlfriend is best girl" he whispers in a slur, trying to keep himself from falling asleep in the dining room while eating

will drag you to your bed after eating and will pull you down with him on the bed. haru will have his arms draped around you and snuggle in your chest. he will let out a content sigh if you snuggle back and run your fingers through his hair

haru just want cuddles with his girlfriend after a hard day at work. spoil him please

haru will be happy if he wakes up and you're still in his arms but will scoff if you are not. haru will stand up no matter how tired he still is and drag you back to bed to continue your cuddle

tell me haru won't try pranking you and feeling bad after it

head pats while saying "sorry babe, i didn't mean to, i'm sorry, yes yes, i'll be a better boyfriend from now on. come here and give me a hug"

whenever you two bathe together, he loves it when you clean his back because he can feel the stress go bye bye with your soft fingers

he washes your hair and he sometimes tries to make stupid hairstyles with your lathered tresses and you'll always rate them

most of the times you take baths together, it is nonsexual. he just appreciates you being there

but haru will slip in a few rounds whenever you two feel like getting it on

soft dom but probs hiding a few kinks

forehead kisses is his favorite because he gets to see your happy face looking up at him whenever he pulls away

haru is definitely a tease whenever you try to kiss him - lips, cheeks, forehead, neck - you can't reach any of them even if you go on your tip toes because he's tall. he won't bend down so you can kiss him because you look so adorable trying so hard to give him love and affection

he'll probably be the one to kiss you after a few minutes of teasing. he can't help it. you look so cute

gah his heart is full

when haru gets jealous, he is irritated. he will come up to you, an annoyed glare on his face, and taking your hand.

haru goer grrr my baby but i won't hurt you or anything because my baby finds it bad but i'm warning you -

when you're the one who's jealous, he finds it amusing

he smothers his grin when you get adorably protective of him

he teases you about it but hugs you after to affirm that this man ain't going anywhere

laundry days are messy, messier than when the two of you have food fights

you two keep throwing drenched clothes or bubbles or water at one another

haru is merciless with laundry throwing fights

expect a shirt thrown swiftly at your face with a resounding SMACK

this boy ain't losin to laundry throwing fights

you always stop by the precint whenever you can just to visit haru

he used to hate it because his coworkers always flock around you whenever you come by but soon grew to love it because you seem to enjoy being around them and you gain nee friends

he'll talk you through his work process and he's very proud whenever you go all ooh ahh so cool because he has an ego and loves that you are interested in his work as much as he does to yours

he tries to be professional whenever at work but he'll sneak in a few kisses if he think nobody is looking. but not you tho, you kiss him whenever you want and wherever you want

someone is always looking so he gets teased quite a lot by his coworkers and he gets all blushy and tsundere aww

hugs with haru are always tight knit. the reason? because he loves holding you, that's literally it

did i mention piggy back rides? no? well, haru doesn't do them unless necessary like you're super tired or got a sprain but jump on his back and kiss him on top of his head and nyoom you are now on a piggy back ride

haru is a huge fan of discounts and coupons so you always have to help him find the best item there is that is discounted or you have coupons for

you gave him a small notebook to keep all his coupons and his face just goes (⊙o⊙)

hand holding in the market while shopping. he won't let you go until you're at the cashier because last time he let you get some items alone, he ended up going to the intercom to call for you

"y/n where are you? i just told you to get a soap and find me at the dairy section."

but he don't mind tho because it's a good excuse to keep you close to him

arguing over which product - any product at all - is better to buy. sorry to say this but haru wins all the time. you swear, this man has a sixth sense for which items to buy

arguments with haru is . . . well maybe that's for another time

but silly arguments with haru is common. fights over who gets to clean the dishes, who makes the bed, which movie or series is better, which cop movie superior, which food to eat, who is the big spoon - but they're all fun snd games

haru will make sure to win as the big spoon tho because again, he has a hidden ego and his heart swells when he sees how tiny you are compared to him

getting drunk with haru is always a rollercoaster. he's a rambling drunk? well, you're the agree with everything drunk

"the floor is too cold. why is it always cold? i just want warmth and peace" cue haru sliding on the floor with a red face because of the alcohol. he's very at ease with you so being stupid and childish is norm for him

"yes, yes, i agree, the floor is always cold. bad floor, you're making haru sad" then you slide with him on the floor

haru turns to you "you don't make me sad"

you turn to him "yes, i make you happy"

you two are just a pair of drunk lovebirds

patch him up when he gets hurt in his work

he won't feel much pain if it's you who's patching him up

he doesn't why but that's that

kiss his boo boos he likes them he's an actual bab for you

haru will always bring you to work/university. it doesn't matter if he is late as long as gets you there

actually it matters that he is late. he just never tells you so you won't tell him to stop. that's why once you're out of sight, after you exchange goodbyes snd kisses, you bet your ass he's speeding through the streets to get to the precint in time (got tickets from speeding but he hides them from you but you'll find out eventually lmao)

since he is a cop/detective, of course he had a gun. he won't bring it to your place but whenever you're at his place or at the precint, he'll allow you to hold it, with him supervising of course, and he'll probably teach you how to fire a gun in a range

will catch you whenever you suffer the recoil of pulling the trigger

will pull a cheesy line like "falling for me now, huh?"

when daisuke joins the precint, haru is less than thrilled

since you always visit him and he became partners with daisuke, that meant you have meet to this rich bastard

and he doesn't like it because

1) he's rich af

2) he's somewhat arrogant

3) he doesn't want to admit it but daisuke is handsome

he is 101% fuming when he sees you talking to daisuke than him. his mind reverts back to all those times you always talk to him in the precint when in reality you were just talking to daisuke for 3 minutes

haru is overdramatic and

insecure

he's scared that you'll leave him for daisuke

daisuke has everything. money, looks, fame - he can't even buy you something extravagant. he's still saving up for your birthday, doing overtime and stuff while still buying you small gifts when daisuke can just give you the whole world with a snap of his finger

it'll eat him up alive

he just wants to spend the rest of his life with you but maybe you'll be happier with daisuke?

when you learned this, you just burst out of tears because

this baby is sad and scared of losing you

so you did something to make him assured you only want him and planning to be with him always

haru has always insisted that you move in with him after a year of being together

and then you show up at his place with your stuff and saying "I'll grab more of my stuff tomorrow so help me move in"

haru has never been so happy and excited that he cooked a whole feast for the two of you

you two gets stomachaches the day after

so you stay in his bed the whole day being lazy and snuggling

haru turned off his phone when daisuke was calling him because duh he's spending precious time with his lovely girlfriend

in conclusion, haru kato is whipped for you

oh, by the way, you and daisuke partnered up to mess with haru and now haru has one less braincell because it decided to be best friends with the braincell that always has money in its disposal

"she better be happy i love her"

haru loves you vewy mooch

#haru kato #haru kato x reader #haru katou #fugou keiji x reader #fuguo keiji #balance unlimited #anime #daisuke kambe x reader #daisuke kambe #the millionaire detective #the millionare detective balance: unlimited #fuguo keiji balance unlimited #haru katou x reader #haru katō #x reader #anime x reader #fuguo keiji x reader

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youngbloodlisk · 4 years ago

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Candy // Choi Chanhee

- not proofread just because i'm lazy i'm sorry

- sub chanhee + dom female

- mommy kink

- edging

- manhandling

- aggressive

- handjob

- riding

- pegging

- degradation

- a little praise

- a little embarrassment kink

- slight possessiveness

- stoplight color system

- orgasm denial

- fake sympathy

- dacryphilia (crying kink)

- oral (male rec)

- fingering

i threatened to tag @denehbola in this and i am a woman of my word 😎

He arrived home exhausted.

He didn't even remember to take off his shoes before he practically fell over onto the couch.

I asked him about the concert while I took his shoes off for him and put them by the door.

Three encore stages, he said.

Then a party backstage for some of the staffs' birthdays.

Then Changmin wanted to go over choreography for a special gift they've been preparing for deobis' anniversary.

He said he's never been so tired in his life.

I told him to sit back and relax: let me take care of him.

I brought him a bottle of ice cold water and a satisfying plate of food.

We turned on a movie and I massaged him in every place where he groaned that it was sore.

He took his time with his food, but drank three bottles of water before the movie was over.

I told him to follow me to the bathroom so I could give him a bath. As shy as he was, he was also too sore and tired to take his clothes off efficiently, so he let me undress him with a gentle, warm touch.

He sat in the white tub, water surrounding him and soapy bubbles floating around the edges.

I told him when to close his eyes and brace for water or soap, just like an adult might bathe a small child.

He smiled the whole time I washed his pink hair, clearly enjoying the scalp massage that came along with lathering his shampoo.

Once he was clean, he wrapped up in a navy blue robe and sat on the bed, telling me what clothes to take out of his pajama drawer and which brand of underwear he wanted (considering differences in style and texture).

He decided to take it on himself to get dressed for bed and brush his teeth.

I continued a soft, but firm, massage while he brushed his teeth.

When he finished, we laid down in the bed and he snuggled into me.

He didn't know if he could sleep yet, he said.

He was exhausted, yet deep down he was still on a bit of a performance high. He hadn't fully relaxed yet.

That's how we ended up here.

Chanhee's clothes pooled on the floor by the bed, myself still fully clothed.

One of my hands lightly wrapped around his cock, moving at a perfect pace, the other hand rubbing his torso.

What better to calm him down than a slow, gentle handjob? Or so I thought.

I notice his face scrunching, and the way he's pressing his lips together.

"Are you okay? Did I do something wrong, baby?"

"N-No, no... not at all... I just... I-I really want-..."

He gets embarrassed and covers his face with his hands, pushing his legs together (which, in turn, makes me lose my grip on him) and bringing his knees up.

"Look at me." I say in a gentle voice.

"I can't." His voice is muffled through his hands, until I grab his wrists and pull his hands away.

"Look at me, Chanhee. Talk to me. What do you want?"

"I want... I want mom- mommy-... I-" His eyes begin to well up with tears, which often happens when he's embarrassed or feels guilty.

"Hey..." I use the hem of my shirt to wipe the salty tears away from his face. "There's no need to cry, darling. Do you want mommy to make you feel good? Be rougher with her babyboy?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Please, mommy." He says quickly, relieved that he doesn't have to say it himself, yet still embarrassed to be asking for it. "I'm so s-sorry. Your... your hand just f-felt so good. I want mommy to... to do m-more to me." His voice is shaky and barely audible. Unless he's already really in the moment, he hates asking me to do anything. He feels as if he's being selfish and greedy.

Yet, his dick begins to turn red and the tip gets shinier by the second from the embarrassment.

"You know your body better than I do, and I know you're still a bit sore. So, do you remember the safe words?"

"Yellow to slow down, red to stop."

"What about the safe actions?"

"Either snap repeatedly or tap on you repeatedly."

"That's my good boy." His cheeks flush red at the comment as I move to sit up against the headboard. "Lay across my lap, ass up."

"Wait, what?" He's clearly surprised with the way I'm choosing to start this.

"Do you wanna be a good boy tonight?"

"Oh- I do- I- Yes."

"Yes, who?"

"Y-Yes, mommy."

"Then lay across my lap. Ass up. Don't make me ask a third time."

"Yes, mommy." He mumbles in a slurry mess and crawls to me, positioning himself perfectly across my lap.

I run my hand across his pretty ass and grab at it, surely making him think I'm about to spank him, before pulling his legs apart and running a finger slowly across his hole.

Chanhee squirms just a bit at the touch.

I reach down between his legs and wrap my hand around his hard dick. My grip is much firmer and stronger than before and my pace is much slower.

He tries to hold back his reactions as much as possible, which only makes it more satisfying when he blurts out a sweet, desperate...

"More. M-more, please."

I take my hand off entirely, except for the fingers tracing his dripping tip.

Chanhee let's out a desperate whine and pushes his hips back. I wrap my hand entirely around his tip. I use my other hand to roughly grab his hair and tug on it, pulling his head back just enough so I can lean over and look him in the eyes.

"The whines we like, but you know that right now your body is mine to control. Yes?"

"Yes, m-mmmommy. I'm ssso sorry, I'll be a g...good boy. I promise..." He chokes out between pretty moans as I begin progressively stroking his cock faster. "I'm... I'm getting clo-close."

"I can tell, baby. Your cock talks." My comment about the twitching taking place in my hand was delivered with a smirk, knowing that it would embarrass him.

His breath begins to hitch and I know he's so close. He's right on the edge. Just a couple more strokes will cover the sheets in white.

I pull my hand away, eliciting the cutest whining and begging I've ever heard from my precious boy... as well as the most disobedient reaction he's ever given.

A soft, desperate mumbling of "no" and "please" rolls off Chanhee's pink little tongue, and he tries to turn around and sit up while reaching back to grab my hand. It happens so fast that he's already grabbed my wrist before I can react.

It takes more strength than you'd imagine to control him and hold him down, but I've gotten good at finding his weak spots in many different ways.

I hold him down in a position which has his face pressed against the bed and his ass sticking up in the air.

I lightly brush my fingertips down his shaft.

"Please, p-please let me cum-"

"Even when you just misbehaved and I had to pin you back down, you run your slutty mouth. Do you think you deserve to cum already? After that?"

"Please, mommy..." He sounds as if he's crying, but there are no tears yet.

He's probably alright, knowing him, but better safe than sorry. I quickly ask him for a color check.

"Green."

I continue to lightly brush my fingers against him, waiting until he comes down from his denied orgasm. As soon as Chanhee's body has calmed, obvious by the way he relaxes and the way his sounds change, I stop touching him and carefully move him off of my lap.

As I move from my previous spot, I instruct him to sit where I was.

He does so, curled up and pouting at me.

"Aw, did baby not get to cum?" I mirror his pout and nod, crawling towards him.

I harshly pull his legs apart and position my body between them so he can't close them back. I grab his chin, squishing his cheeks up and parting his pouty little lips.

"Did my bad babyboy not get to cum?" I keep up the fake sympathy.

"Please, please, I'll be so good. I-"

"Good? You don't seem like a very good boy today. That's okay." I trail my way down his body until he can probably feel my hot breath on his slit. "If you don't wanna act like a good boy, I'm not gonna treat you like one."

I wrap my lips around his tip and pull off with a pop. I watch his weak eyes as I lick long and slow up his shaft before taking him in my mouth, going further and further until I almost gag.

It doesn't take long, not a whole lot of bobbing and sucking, for him to get close again.

He's already been denied or delayed twice.

He starts twitching in my mouth and his hips buck up involuntarily.

I look up to meet his eyes, but instead I see them staring at the wall with water welling up.

That's my cue to pull off of him with another sweet pop.

I watch as the tears begin to roll down his cheeks and he squirms and jerks around, his breathing heavy.

"Please, n-no more teasing... I need to cum, I need- I'm begging you, baby-"

"Excuse me? Begging who?"

"Please, mommy-" It comes out like a whisper.

"Louder."

"Please, m-mommy-"

I wrap my hand around his neck and press on the sides.

"You little slut." I whisper in his ear. "You're begging to cum but you can't even beg properly. Louder." I press the end of louder into his neck with a kiss.

"Please! Please, please, please... I need mommy to make me cum, please!" His precious voice cries out, loud enough that anyone else in the house would hear.

He shakes and whines, desperately tugging at my clothes and groping my body as I kiss his neck.

When I pull away and try to get off the bed, Chanhee grabs my shirt and pulls me back. He places a hand on the back of my neck, caressing softly, and he presses a loving kiss to my lips.

He does this sometimes in moments like this. It's a nonverbal green indicator.

We have a "red" equivalent safe action, two in fact, but this kiss is how Chanhee reassures me that he's okay. He's enjoying himself, and enjoying his time with me. He isn't hurt or upset in any way whatsoever.

Green light.

I really appreciate it.

I linger in front of his face for a moment after the kiss, looking deep into his eyes with sincerity and love.

"You're doing so well, sweetheart. You're taking everything I give you perfectly. You'll tell me if it gets too much, right?"

"Of course."

I place one more quick kiss on his lips before getting up off the bed.

"Lay on your back, baby. Right on the edge of the bed." I tell him.

He starts doing as I say, but freezes when he sees me pulling my shirt off. I pretend not to notice the way he stares me down as I undress, practically drooling. By the sound of the bed, I assume he finally lays down when I disappear into the closet.

Chanhee's eyes widen at the sight of me walking out of the closet, finishing securing my black strap-on.

"I th-thought-"

"You'll cum. Be it untouched now or later when I ride you... you'll cum. Legs up, babyboy."

He lifts his legs and holds them up, and I grab the bottle of lube from the bedside drawer.

After proper application, a green light check, and making sure he's relaxed, I slowly push into him.

A soft moaning/gasping jumble leaves his mouth at the feeling of the familiar strap. I begin rocking my hips, slowly and carefully speeding up. I can't help but smile watching him as I fuck him.

His jaw lax.

His eyes leaking tears, which stream down the sides of his face.

His beautiful skin glistening with sweat.

His pink hair messy and sticking to his forehead.

His hard dick hitting his stomach.

His pretty fingers digging into his thighs as he holds his legs up.

His body lightly bouncing back and forth from the impact of my thrusts.

And my favorite part, the sweet sounds coming from his mouth.

"You look so beautiful... my pretty babyboy. So perfect. Give me your hands, angel." I slow down and he takes a moment to breathe before letting his legs rest on my shoulders and grabbing my hands.

I hold tight to him and increase speed immediately, pounding into Chanhee.

His back arches, his body starts shaking.

He's being so loud that even the neighbors probably know how good he's getting fucked.

"Listen to yourself, babyboy. You're my little toy, aren't you? Such a pretty slut for mommy. Say it."

"I'm a s-s...slut f...for... mommy. You ma...make me feel so g-good, mom...my..."

"Do you wanna cum?"

Chanhee nods, only making me slam into him harder.

"Use your words, slut."

"Please! Please let... me... c-cum..."

"Where are you gonna cum? Are you gonna cum inside mommy?"

"Can-... Can I?"

I drop his hands and pull out of him, quickly working to take off the strap.

Chanhee lays in place, exhausted, but watching me with expectation.

"Move back on the bed a bit." I instruct him, to which he shakily obeys.

Once I place the strap to the side to wash later, I crawl on top of Chanhee and hover over him.

I press my forehead against his before placing a kiss on his cheek.

I sit up, straddling the boy. Taking his red, dripping cock, and lining it up to my entrance before lowering slowly.

We both let out sighs of relief when he's finally fully inside me.

For him, he's been denied so much pleasure already that knowing he's actually gonna cum this time is relief.

For me, I've been throbbing and dripping this entire time. That's my relief.

I know I can't take my time while riding him, that would be truly cruel. He's already taken so much, he deserves this.

Not to mention, it surely won't take long at all for either of us to cum.

I do my best to keep my balance as I start to bounce.

"You feel so good, babyboy..." I moan out, my voice breathy and slow. "You fill me up so well, you're so good for me."

I rock as I move up and down on him to intensify it.

His cock hits deep inside me, grazing my g-spot perfectly.

Chanhee digs his fingers into my hips.

"F-Feels... so good... I'm... cl-close..." His strained voice comes out in a moan. His chest rises and falls in a mix of shallow and deep breaths.

"Cum in me like the good... good little slut you are."

I keep my pace steady, as difficult as it may be, and it doesn't take much longer before a loud moan rips through the air like an orchestra in perfect tune and unison.

Music to my ears.

Chanhee's body jerks and his head is pressing hard against the bed, his back arching and his breath hitching. I feel a rush of warmth inside me.

I slow down until it comes to a natural stop as I lift myself off of him and lay next to him, my head on his chest. I can feel his breathing become more consistently deep.

My fingers trace along his skin.

"Thank you... but... you didn't-"

I quickly cut him off with a genuine tone, so he knows I'm not upset.

"I know. It's okay. I edged you so much, it doesn't matter. You deserve it, angel."

My confusion keeps me from reacting to what happens next.

He readjusts so his fingers can reach my pussy.

"I wanna take care of my mommy... because she always takes care of me."

He sinks two long fingers into me and presses his thumb on my clit.

I gasp, already being so close from riding him.

Chanhee curls his fingers in a rhythm to match his thumb massaging my clit.

I press my face into his chest as he fingers me to an orgasm. He kisses my head softly when I clench around his fingers and cover them in a new wetness.

"Can I lick them?" He asks after letting me come down from my high and catch my breath.

"Of course you can, angel."

He pulls his hand back up to his mouth and sucks on his fingers, covered in a blend of both of us, like he's sucking on candy.

"Chanhee, you always treat me so well. You're so good every time. Taking everything I give you, begging for mommy. I appreciate you so much, babyboy."

He finishes licking his fingers clean with a pop that mirrors the way I sucked him off earlier.

"It's not just me. You're the best I could ask for. You always leave me fully satisfied and beyond."

I smile and press my lips to his, quickly deepening the kiss, but keeping it brief.

"I'll get us cleaned up."

We end up working together to use a couple of towels to clean ourselves off, deciding we can handle the sheets tomorrow morning (along with the strap).

We cuddle up together, Chanhee's head resting on my chest and our arms around each other. I play with his hair and lay in the calm of his steady breathing.

It may be irrational, but I usually stay awake until he's asleep. I like knowing he's safe and sound before I close my eyes.

When I think he's finally out, I take my hand away from his hair and rest it on his body.

I feel myself drifting fast, but I hear one last thing before falling asleep.

Something that I've heard before, but not very often. Something that I only hear on occasion, which makes it all the more satisfying each time.

"I love you."

#ciiikbwork #chanhee smut #tbz smut #the boyz smut #tbz chanhee smut #tbz new smut #the boyz chanhee smut #uses tags no one probably uses bc four tags did not feel like enough

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mxpseudonym · 5 years ago

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Your Last Good Pair

Pairing: Tommy x Reader (femme, first person POV)

Summary: Tommy’s wants to make sure his replacement gift fits

Length: 1242 words (allegedly)

Warnings: It’s a spicy PG, like a PG+. A slight hint, a whisper really, of Dom Tommy.

A/N: It feels like a Saturday here, so I felt like writing. I’ll be writing some Sherlock stuff today too. I hope everyone is staying as safe as they can. ❤️

I told Esme to go home early. She had a little one on the way, her ankles were swollen, and she was fucking cranky. I all but threw her out of the betting shop, and into the muddy streets of Birmingham.

Not that I minded closing up shop on this Tuesday anyway. It was a bit of work and could take me an hour longer than usual, but I liked it. I wasn't a Shelby, but I'd just finished school the year before and was more than qualified to be the best secretary or bookkeeper in the city. On top of that, I knew numbers, and I knew loyalty. That's what mattered most.

It was a quarter past 9 pm when I began putting the money in the safe, and when Thomas Shelby scared me bad enough to nearly drop every coin in the bag. He slammed the back door shut and breezed in, clearly with work on his mind, but stopped when he saw me steady myself on the table with a hand on my chest.

"What are you doing?" He asked, looking me over, then looking around, noticing the open safe.

"Just closing the shop, Tommy," I told him, quickly recovering.

"You shouldn't be here on your own," he looked me over again, lingering on my bare calves, then started towards his office. "Finish that up and come see me."

"Sure thing."

Tommy and I had been flirting since I started working there. It was a fun little distraction for both of us. I didn't think either of us was going to do much beyond that. He probably hadn't either. But two months ago he'd offered me a drink after hours, which I wasn't going to decline. He had the best whiskey in town. We talked about horses and school but then spoke about the future.

"You're going to have a legacy, Thomas Shelby. I'm just glad to be a small part of it while I'm here," I told him.

Someone having faith in you can be utterly attractive apparently because were kissing against his office door before the night was over. Our in-office flirting became more real and was, quite honestly, sent me into a pent up desire induced state of restlessness in the beginning. Whenever we were alone, we were all over each other. Before graduating, Rachel Wheeler from my old typing class once called me a prude because I wouldn't wear a tacky tin anklet. She'd be surprised to know that I may not have an affinity for anklets, but getting fucked in a safe full of money was all the rage where I was concerned.

I walked into his office, and he had me close the door. He just looked at me for a moment, leaning back in his chair with a cigarette in hand. He nodded to the table behind me, and I turned to see a box.

"Is this for me?" I asked, not at all hiding my surprise.

"Open it," he nodded. I did as I was told. Inside was a beautifully wrapped set of stockings in three colors. Two were silk, and one was everyday cotton.

"Tommy,"

"I'm the one who ruined your last good pair, and I'm the one who needs to fix it," he said.

This was where many women would tell him he didn't have to go out of his way. But he really did ruin last good stockings when he wanted to be more adventurous during our impromptu trip to his Uncle Charlie's yard on Saturday. When you're kneeling outdoors in a scrapyard, ladies, always check for things that snag like loose nails. They'll do a number on even the finest cotton, and you'll have irreparable runs in the material. Replacing them was only right.

"These are so lovely," I picked up a pearl-colored stocking.

"Come," he said, motioning me forward. I stepped closer, but he moved back and made space between him and the desk. That was my cue to fill it, and cautiously I did. With a gentle push against my hip, Tommy made me sit on the desk. "Let's see about trying them on, eh?"

"Sure," I nodded. Tommy moved closer, easily parting my knees. His hand reached down and gently grasped my bare ankle. When he'd discarded my shoe, he asked,

"Is this alright?"

"Yes, I think so," I nodded. His fingertips skimmed their way to my knee but stopped at the sound of my question-like response.

"You think, or you know?"

"Yes, this is alright, Tommy," I cleaned up my answer to his approval. He always asked if it was alright, and he wanted me to mean it if I said yes. I didn't believe him until I had to say no once. That's another story. But in conclusion, I thought he'd be mad. Instead, he responded then like he was responding today.

"Good girl," He praised me. He damn well knew what those words did to me. I was top of my class in school and wanted to keep that excellence in everything. The first time he'd said them to me was before we even began our fling. I broke the teacup I was holding out of surprise. Not at his words, but how quickly they made me stir inside.

"Are you wearing a garter?"

"Yes,"

"Show me," he ordered like he ordered everything in life. And as with the other orders, I obeyed. My skirt was pushed up to pool around the tops of my thighs. My tan garter belt with nothing to hold up was revealed to my boss. I was charged with holding the cigarette while Tommy quite gently removed my heel. He stroked my calf, and I could feel the heat crawling onto my face. The feeling of silk was new to me, and I quickly decided I liked it best when Tommy was sliding it on. My soft gasp, when he grazed the inside of my thigh, made him smirk. He hooked the stocking in place before admiring his handy work. "How does that feel?"

"So nice," I sighed. I felt the material, running my hand over it myself.

"I'm glad. I try to be a man of my word," he said. It wasn't the exact truth, but neither of us needed to argue that. He stood then, letting my legs be widened by his hips. "Am I forgiven?"

"I wasn't even that upset."

"You've been brooding."

"Brooding?" I tilted my head back with a hum as I thought back to the past three days while my hand idly ran down his chest.

"I've never heard more about the temperature of someone's exposed legs than I have from you in the last two days," he pointed out.

"How was I supposed to withstand the chill until payday?"

"It's summer," he noted. I rolled my eyes but leaned up to kiss him anyway.

"Thank you." Leaning back, I reached up to toy with the buttons on my blouse. My silk cover foot crept up to brush the front of his tenting trousers. "So much."

"It's my pleasure, love," Tommy said with a knowing smirk. He used it when he'd let me dance around having the upper hand before he took it for himself. I used the word that made him as weak as being a good girl made me.

"Sir, now that we know what it's like on, maybe we should try taking it off?"

"My thoughts exactly."

#peaky blinders imagine #Tommy Shelby #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x ofc #tommy shelby imagines #tommy x reader #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby fic #Dom Tommy #tommy shelby smut

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mandadoration · 5 years ago

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raise the stakes

summary: The Mandalorian and Carasynthia Dune have you, their sweet little mechanic, to themselves, ambushing you under the guise of leaving to get a bounty. Thank the Maker you’ve dropped the Child off because it gets a little hot and heavy in the Razor Crest.

word count: 4, 299

Pairing: (sorta established) mandalorian x reader x carasynthia dune

warnings: smut, threesome (MFF), oral sex (male and female receiving), face sitting, face fucking, multiple orgasms, dom/sub undertones, praise kink, pain kink, creampie, unprotected sex, overstimulation

a/n: Same universe as settle the debt, but can be read as a standalone. Filthiest smut I’ve probably written thus far.

Read this on AO3

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Something… is definitely up when you walk back onto the Razor Crest. Cara is looking at you with a wicked smile on her face, and Mando… well you can’t exactly tell what he’s thinking, but it can’t be good when he gives Cara a curt nod. At some point they’ve gotten really good at communicating wordlessly, but something tells you that this was something discussed while you were busy actually doing your job instead of scheming. You drop your bag of tools by the hatch that is closing up behind you as you look between them with narrowed eyes. There’s some kind of tension rising in the air, and it makes you uncomfortable and shift where you stand. Not because there’s animosity, but rather it’s the lack of. You’re used to the playful competitiveness between the two, or even the worry that can stuff up the air after a dodgy mission, but this is some sort of inside joke that you are an outsider to. But whatever is lingering in the air is palpable.

“The ship is in working order,” you announce, voice ringing clear in the quiet hull in an effort to try and clear up the tension, but the suspicion in your tone is too clear to really assuage anything or convince the two to let you in their shared secret. “Cleared up some gunk that was causing the weird sound. And I dropped the kid off with Greef Karga with some choice words. We should be good to go, but I recommend refueling before a second jump to hyperspace.” You receive no answer, but Cara does settle in her seat as Mando gets up and stalks towards you, for lack of a better word. You always seem to forget how formidable he seems. Probably because you’ve seen him fall asleep with the kid in his arms once or twice. After that, the most feared bounty hunter in the galaxy tends to stop being so scary. You cross your arms as he walks right up to you and stand your ground. “Would anyone care to tell me exactly what’s going on?” you ask bluntly.

“What do you mean?” Mando rumbles, and you have to look up at him with how close he is. He’s close enough that you can smell the lingering scent of blaster fire and whatever he polishes his gleaming beskar armor with. He completely engulfs your view, and when you crane your head around to try and look at Cara, he follows to stand in your way. You huff in annoyance.

“You know what I mean,” you say. A step to the left, and Mando follows with barely any lag. A step to the right, and the same thing happens. The only thing Mando really moves for is when you take a step forward because he takes one back. Other than that, it seems like he insists on being nearly chest-to-chest with you. How childish. “Mando,” you sigh, “didn’t you say that we had some kind of bounty to go after?” The helmet tilts.

“I did, didn’t I?” he says. You raise an eyebrow. He sounds like he’s entertaining you, as if you were some child.

“Yes, you did,” you say slowly. “Which is why I did a checkup on the Crest and dropped off the kid with Karga. You know, like you pay me to do?” Although you suppose that the payment is less that and more like he gives you an allowance to spend when occasion allows since so much of your funds are essentially shared. Mando remains as impassive as ever.

“And?”

“And,” you continue, frustration bleeding into your tone, “that means we should get going. Karga isn’t going to look after the child forev-- oh my goodness--” Your sentence dissolves into nothing as warm, calloused hands run over your shoulders and down your back, eventually settling on your hips as searing kisses are pressed to your throat. Mando takes this as his cue to swoop in, slotting his leg between yours as you’re effectively sandwiched between two bodies before you can think twice. Now you can see that Cara is no longer lounging in her chair. Mando runs a gloved finger down your face and over your lips before dropping it down to start working on the buttons of your mechanic’s jumpsuit. The other comes up to cup your face, nestling your jaw in his large hand. You blink.

“What were you going to say?” Cara muses, voice muffled but all the same teasing as she sucks what’s sure to be a dark mark at the junction of your shoulder. She moves to the other side, nipping at your sensitive skin high above the collar to make sure you wouldn’t be able to hide it easily. You faintly register how Mando has managed to pop enough buttons open to slide his hand in to fondle your breasts over your undershirt. “Sounds like you lost your train of thought.” And it’s true because you don’t even have an inkling of what you were talking about before, the heat quickly building up in the pit of your stomach as you grasp at Mando’s arms in an effort to ground yourself to something. Mando grinds the cold cuisse of his beskar against your heat and your eyes flutter shut. You still try to save face.

“Well I was- I was interrupted,” you gasp out. Mando unbuttons the rest of your jumpsuit all the way down to your navel and starts sliding it off of you, humming in appreciation when you slides your arms out to help him.

“Here’s your chance to finish your train of thought, then,” he says. Cara’s hands leave your hips for a split second to let Mando pull your jumpsuit all the way off until it pools around your feet before her hands are right back on you with a bruising grip. You fumble around for the last thing you remember.

“We have to-- We have a bounty?” you say, but it’s really more of a question as Mando slides his hands around to continue to strip you bare. Your shirt proves more of an issue, however, but Mando just simply grabs the collar of your shirt with his hands and rips in clean in half. “Hey--!” Your complaint is smothered by Cara sticking her fingers in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue as she shushes you and then praising when you instinctively curl your tongue around the digits. He leaves your panties on, much to your annoyance, now damp with your slick and leaving marks on the cuisse that you’re grinding against. Mando flicks a nipple, and you jolt.

“Do we?” he asks in that stupid teasing voice he’s been using this entire time. “What do you think, Cara?”

Cara merely presses her body flush against yours as her fingers leave your mouth to dip into your panties to play with your clit, dipping down further to collect some of your slick before going back up to start rubbing in slow circles. “I say,” she mutters, “that we have some time before we have to go.” You try and fail to swallow a moan at the husky tone of her voice. Mando gives a noise of agreement, and he takes off his gloves before he joins Cara’s hand at the apex of your thighs, moving aside your panties to run a finger over your entrance. You’re certain at this point the only thing holding you up is the fact you can barely move between the muscled bodies of Cara and Mando.

“How much you-- ah, wanna bet that Karga will ask for mo-more payment for having to-- Maker, watch the kid for longer?” you stammer out. Cara and Mando loved to take their time with you, and you had only told Karga it would take less than a week at most. You were going to be wonderfully sore by the time they were through with you, which would certainly put a damper on your plans to follow the two out to get the bounty. The last time you were left alone you had to kill another damn bounty hunter that was looking for the kid, but not without being bedridden for an entire week and a half when a blaster shot clean through your thigh. Honestly, you thought they would be done by now, but still they came to collect the evasive little womp rat. Thank the Maker for bacta, and bless the Maker for the attention Cara and Mando had showered upon you including basically waiting hand and foot for you, but you were not going to let more hunters catch you slipping. “Yo-you know he does grow tired of playing- playing babysitter.”

“Well, Mando, what do you wager?” Cara asks. She presses a little harder against your clit.

“I’m not betting when I already know Karga won’t say a word,” Mando responds. “He likes spending time with the kid.” You can feel Cara frown from where her mouth is pressed against your hair. “How about this?” he says slowly, and slips a finger into you. You cant your hips up. “How many times do you think we can make her cum?” Mando offers, and in no time he’s stuffing another finger into you. Cara’s frown turns into a pleased smile.

“30 credits to say we can make her cum at least 3 times,” she says.

“That’s it?” Mando says critically.

“The amount of credits or the number of times?”

“Both.” You can feel Cara shrug.

“Then feel free to raise the stakes, Mando.” Mando curls his fingers in you, and you cry out, legs nearly buckling under you as you reach behind you to tangle your hands in Cara’s hair. She grunts, and starts circling your clit faster.

“50 credits,” Mando says, voice dropping lower than before, “for at least 5.” You can feel a rush of wetness gush out of you as Mando slips in a third finger with ease, and for a second you think they’ve sort of forgotten you can hear them.

“M-Mando,” you moan. Certainly at this point you were being entirely held up by the two. At the call of his name, the Mandalorian starts pumping his fingers in and out of you, obscene squelching filling the air over your pathetic moans. Cara pretends to think about it.

“75 credits for 6.”

“Deal.”

And then Cara speeds up substantially and Mando is fucking you on his fingers and suddenly you’re cumming so much that your vision goes white for a split second. You faintly register how wantonly you’re moaning, but you’re too concerned with clenching around Mando’s thick fingers and scrabbling for purchase in Cara’s hair to care. It’s utterly indecent and you’re so glad the child isn’t here because the guilt would weigh too heavy in your heart to know they would’ve been an unwilling listener to whatever was happening right now. You rest assured in knowing he’s being spoiled silly by Karga, and curl your toes in your boots. Mando maybe says something about this being ‘one out of six’, but you can’t be too sure. You were concerned with making you didn’t pass out with how hard your orgasm had slammed into you.

As you come down, you realize at some point that they’ve lowered you onto a small makeshift nest of blankets and pillows that you really don’t know how you didn’t notice before. Mando’s pulling off your boots and tossing aside your jumpsuit as Cara arranges you on the floor, and you can practically feel how they’ve got their eyes glued on your heaving breasts as you drag in deep breaths to try and calm your racing heart.

“You planned this all along,” you accuse, breathless but still chock full of false venom, pointing a finger between Mando and Cara. “You-- mmph-!” Cara interrupts you again by capturing your mouth with hers, immediately slipping a tongue when you open yours in surprise. She pulls back much too soon, and she pushes you back down with ease when you try to follow her up, wanting more.

“You talk too much,” she says, stroking your cheek and softening the scowl you have on your face. Mando pulls your panties off all the way and stares at your blushed hole, glistening in the low light of the Razor Crest. “We should fix that.” You huff and try your best not to feel too self-conscious with how Mando keeps looking at your pussy. The temptation to try and kick him from your position on the floor is overwhelming.

“Well if you stopped interrupting me I could--” And Cara ducks her head to kiss you again and cut you off, but you can’t really complain because her mouth is warm and inviting. You close your eyes in pleasure, focusing the feeling of her lips moving against yours, but you can feel the air shift around you as Mando and Cara move around. It’s weird to feel Cara’s mouth move as you stay stagnant, and when you open your eyes again, you find that they’ve switched places. Cara kneels between your legs as Mando is unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants, palming at his hard cock over his underclothes.

“Maybe you just need something to occupy your mouth,” Cara teases. She gives your thigh a sharp slap. “Flip over.” You scowl at her, but do as she asks, turning around to lay on your belly. You expect her to hunch over to give attentive kisses down your back as you know she loves to do, but to your surprise, Cara hooks her strong arms under your hips until your face is squished against the layers of blankets, and your hips are swaying in her face. You shiver when your pussy is exposed to the cooler air of the ship, and even more when Cara’s hot breath fans over it. You prop yourself up on your elbows, looking up at Mando through your lashes when he pulls out his cock and strokes himself slowly, smearing his precum around the head, but uses whatever wetness is left on his fingers from your cum. He scoots forward, and you obediently open your mouth to take him, moaning in tandem with Mando when Cara’s tongue licks a broad stripe up your cunt.

“Fuck,” Mando groans. His cock rests hot and heavy in your mouth as you try to calm your spinning head and focus on him. That proves a challenge when Cara is quickly bringing you up to that crest again, licking into your pussy and spreading your cheeks by digging her fingers into the flesh of your ass. If it weren’t for the fact your head was spinning with lust, you would’ve probably felt extremely embarrassed with how receptive you are, swaying your hips and pushing back to chase after that mind-numbing pleasure again. Mando takes pity on you and slowly starts thrusting into your warm mouth, a tender hand brushing your hair out of your face as tears start gathering at the corner of your eyes whenever he hits the back of your throat. Everytime you gag, his cock jumps a little. But thank the Maker that Mando is doing most of the work because it’s hard to really focus on anything other than Cara’s mouth on you and oh-- now she’s pushing in a finger and you’re arching your back as you let out a muffled moan. Mando hisses at the vibration and twitches his hips forward. You bunch up the blankets under you in your fist as you fight the urge to gag again.

“You’re missing out on this sweet cunt, Mando,” Cara says, pulling back to give you a mere second of reprieve before she dives right back in.

“So you are you,” he rasps. He grabs your hair, pulling until you whine at the sharp pain, and then starts fucking into your mouth in earnest. “Her mouth, fuck, is so warm.” Cara slips in two more fingers next to the first, scissoring you open, and you really think you can’t feel anymore full than you already are. “So eager.” Her tongue is wicked on your clit, and you start to clench around her fingers.

“You close?” Cara mutters, her voice thick with lust. You garble something unintelligible in response.

“Her mouth is a little, hah, preoccupied at the moment,” Mando says.

“I wonder why.” And Cara gives a particularly hard suckle on your clit and this time your orgasm washes over you in a hot tide instead of slamming into you. Mando pushes in a little deeper, wiping away the tears that fall from your eyes as your throat constricts around him, cooing praises at you through the crackling of the voice modulator. Cara slows her ministrations, but keeps her fingers in your pussy as she lets your ride out the aftershocks. You think you’ve finally calmed down lazily bobbing your head as you try to catch moments of air between it, but Cara drags her fingers out of you and gives you a few short slaps to your pulsing cunt. These two were going to be the death of you.

“That’s two,” Mando notes, his tone too casual compared to how ruined you already felt. Could you really handle four more? Cara hums and continues to smear more of your wetness around your already sopping wet core. She breaks her gaze from your center, to your flushed face, and to Mando.

“Wanna--”

“Yes.”

Mando slides out of your mouth with a pop, a thread of saliva connected you two, and you keen high in your throat when their combined body warmth fades, looking up pleadingly up at Mando with glazed eyes. They both laugh, low and deep in their chests, and Mando strokes your cheek affectionately. “Calm down,” he soothes. Instead of moving around like you expected them to do, Cara pulls you off of your hands and knees and up against her back, sliding you down until you’re comfortably on your back. Mando rubs his cock between your lips, gathering the slick there as Cara pulls her pants down and kicks them off to join your own discarded clothes. “Shit, you’re wet,” Mando hisses. Cara swings her leg over your face, swaying her hips over your face and laughing when you try and crane your head up to meet her.

“Told you so,” she says to Mando over her shoulder, and then she’s lowering her hot cunt onto your waiting mouth. You give a moan of appreciation that turns into a moan of need as Mando pushes the blunt head of his cock into your entrance. He doesn’t push in all the way, just teasingly back and forth until you whimper and wiggle your hips at him. You lick into Cara, circling her clit with your tongue, diving down to her entrance to lap at her wetness before going back. She sighs happily.

“And I told you,” Mando responds. “Sounds like we’re even.”

“For now,” Cara breathes. Mando finally pushes fully into you, his thick cock seemingly splitting you as he presses those inches into you. It’s dizzying, and far better than the fingers either of them had given you. Now you can’t even complain that you’ve cum twice before this. You’re not quite sure how Mando could’ve fit if it weren’t for the fact you’ve already been worked open and slick with want. Still, Mando hisses and has to move slowly as your pussy stretches around him. When he fully bottoms out, you scrabble at Cara’s thighs, leaving red marks in the wake of your nails. She lets out a flitting laugh at the yelp you give as she pulls your hair. “Don’t wear her out too fast, Mando,” she says. The entire exchange sounds a little muffled, Cara’s strong thighs covering your ears as the strong, corded muscles flex with every little kitten lick you give. It’s a different kind of suffocation compared to sucking Mando’s dick. You are entirely engulfed with Cara’s presence, and you could die happy from where you are.

If only the two devils would leave you alone to bask in your satiation instead trying to wring your very soul from your cunt.

“Bold of you to assume she’s anywhere near tapping out,” Mando replies dryly, and drags his cock out before working on pushing back in again. You whine again when he does, and Cara yanks on your hair to bring your attention back. Then, low in your ear, “You’re not done until I say you’re done. And that’s not gonna be until I’m satisfied.” This is when you start to wonder how much of this is them betting over you, and how much is them trying to prove something. Both of them have incredible stamina, and you’re already worn out.

“Don’t forget about me,” she teases, mock threatening with the strong hold she has on you. At this rate you were going to go bald with how they seem to be enamored with pulling your hair. But honestly her words don’t hold any promise because she grinds down into your face and there’s no way you can ignore her unless you passed out from the lack of air.

Actually you may not be too far off.

Between you trying to drag in breaths whenever Cara takes pity and lifts up now and then, and Mando punching the breath right back out of you, it’s hard to breathe properly. Especially as he thumbs short, quick strokes on your clit, timing it with every sharp thrust in. “C’mon, sweet girl,” Mando murmurs. “I know you’ve got another one in you.” The coil in your stomach is winding tighter and tighter as he adjusts his grip and swings one of your legs over his shoulder, driving in harder, and suddenly Cara’s grip in your hair is grounding more than anything. At the new angle, he’s hitting that sweet spot that makes you wail under Cara. “C’mon,” he urges. “Cum for me.”

You mumble something, and Cara lifts just enough to let you speak. “I don’t- I don’t know if I can,” you stammer, squeaking when Mando gives you a sharp slap to your thigh, and Cara lowers herself back down.

“Yes, you can,” Mando and Cara say simultaneously. Mando cranks up his thrusts until you can feel yourself shifting upwards with each motion, inch by inch, and if it weren’t for the blankets under you, you would’ve expected some nasty marks.

Somehow Mando draws another orgasm out of you that leaves your legs shaking and toes curling as your run red marks down Cara’s thighs in an effort to express the waves of pleasure washing over you. At the same time, Cara nearly properly sits on your face, moaning as she cums, gushing wetness all over your lower face, chasing after her own orgasm.

Mando hunches over at the vice grip your pussy has on his cock, and his hips stutter in their motions as he buries himself as deep as he can, and another feeling in you bottoms out when the hot spurts of cum coat your insides. His moaning sounds broken through the vocoder, so much so you nearly mistake for a guttural growl. You barely register the how your eyes roll to the back of your head, and you think you’ve definitely blacked out at some point because when you come to you’re sandwiched between the two on the floor, Cara pressing more kisses to your collarbone and chest and Mando stroking your hair.

“You good?” Cara asks softly. You blink, staring up at the ceiling of the Crest before you realize you were supposed to answer.

“I think I pulled a muscle,” you say weakly, and your voice is a little hoarse. The two huff a laugh, and you settle deeper into the blankets and pillows, sighing contently. You don’t even mind that you feel gross and cum is dribbling out of your pussy and cooling on your thighs.

Well, actually you’d rather not think about it. It’s pretty gross.

Cara runs a thumb over the skin on your ribs, right under your breast, tenderly. Your entire body is thrumming with aches and wonderfully sore, and you really don’t know how you were supposed to help Cara and Mando with the bounty.

“The bounty!” you gasp, startling the two around around as you try to get up. Cara puts a firm hand on your chest and pushes you back down.

“What are you talking about?” she asks.

“The bounty we were supposed to get!” you elaborate, trying to shove her hand off of you as you try to locate your clothes. “I told Karga it wouldn’t take too long and--” Mando and Cara laugh. Although it’s in good humor, they may as well have laughed in your face.

“There is no bounty,” Mando says, humor lacing his tone. “We just told you that so that we can have you to ourselves.” He brings you back down and tucks your head into the crook of his arm.

“You work yourself too much,” Cara adds.

“Oh,” you say. Your voice sounds small. “Wait, does that mean I did pre-flight checks for nothing?” The memory of being elbow deep in black sludge surfaces.

“Yeah.” You frown, but resign yourself to snuggling closer to Mando and slinging your leg over Cara’s hips, closing your eyes as a wave of exhaustion washes you.

“Ah, what do you think you’re doing?” Mando asks. He pats your face a couple of times to rouse you, and Cara reaches down to cup your heat. Cara grins, and you would bet the rest of your rations that Mando was too.

“We still have a bet to settle,” he says. “And I’m thinking about raising the stakes.”

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years ago

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good boy, m | kth

pairing(s): taehyung x reader

summary: Being a professional dominatrix meant you encountered some... different work problems. Such as your client radiating big dom energy. In another world, you probably would have let him do it because this was the Kim Taehyung, but he’d paid for a dom, so he was going to get what he paid for.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; sex work; smut (fem reader, choking, a cock ring is involved; handjob, (so much) edging; tit-fucking, f-masturbation, penetrative sex); idol!BTS - sub!Taehyung x dom!reader

“I don’t think you should be here.”

He placed a hand on his chin, raising an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

It was an extravagant hotel room. They were sitting in the two chairs, the marble table separating them. His legs spread, smirk on his lips. Your legs crossed, head high, looking at him through your lashes. Oh, you knew this type. Expensive suit, neatly combed hair, manicured nails. Sculpted face, moody doe eyes, beauty almost unreal. Baritone voice like viscous honey dripping into your soul. Kim Taehyung. You knew what he did for a living, but that wasn’t your problem. No, there were other things on your mind. You had questioned it during the entire screening process and now he was here. You read his assessment from the health clinic. He was clean. That wasn’t the issue here.

The problem was, if you pay for a dom to dominate you, you can’t also be dom.

You tapped your index finger against the back of your hand. Shit like this pissed you off. It felt like you weren’t being taken seriously. He radiated power and he was doing it on purpose to provoke you.

You tilted her head and scoffed. “You really going to sit there and tell me you’re going to call me Master like a good boy?”

His smirk grew wider.

“I am a good boy.”

It took every ounce of your self-control to keep yourself centered. You could be submissive, sure, for the right dom. But that wasn’t what you were paid for. And that wasn’t the session he paid for.

“Who referred you?”

He waved his hand. “I wrote it on the application.”

“Answer the question.”

The ice-cold edge to your voice made him falter. Taehyung collected himself quickly, which was both impressive and infuriating.

“Park Jimin.”

That was a good time. You let the smile show, just a little. Still, you hadn’t expected Jimin to share such information. Privacy was privacy after all. It was nice to line your pockets, but you did have to operate in secrecy.

“Can I ask you a question?”

Your eyes flickered to his. Dark honey brown, with a slight tinge of unease. Taehyung moved his dark hair a little to shroud them, but you missed nothing. You didn’t answer. Instead, you slid your hand across the marble, nails clinking, and turned your palm up. Beckoning him. You saw Taehyung’s shoulders stiffen ever so slightly. Ah, finally. You were in your element now.

“Why ‘Master’?”

You pursed your lips. “Because I am not a mistress.” You added weight to your words, not overbearing, but firm. Unwavering.

“I am your Master.”

That did it. Taehyung bit his lip, shifting in his seat. You knew there would probably be some resistance later, but you would deal with it then. For now, you turned a little in your chair, fully facing him. The intricate black silk wrap dress you wore floated with the movement. It covered most of your body and yet it clung to your curves, hinting at your lingerie. It was a relatively simple outfit. That’s how you liked it. You curved two fingers toward yourself.

“Safe word?”

Taehyung frowned. “I don’t need a safe word.”

A muscle twitched above your eye. “Safe word.” Not a question this time.

Taehyung hesitated. Your eyes narrowed. His widened a little. You knew what you were doing. Poised like a predatory feline, all power and no mercy. Almost as if you could reach over at any time and pounce.

“… Bear.”

You blinked slowly. Then you tapped your finger on the table three times. He watched your hands, fascinated.

“If you’re gagged. Three taps.”

You could tell the word gagged was setting off alarm bells. Good.

“Look at me.”

Taehyung’s dark brown eyes slid towards you.

“Tell me you understand.”

He nodded. You shook your head slowly, never taking your eyes off him.

“Yes, Master,” you said, implying you were not going to say it again.

“… Y-yes, Master.”

Okay. That was your cue. You stood up, heels snapping against the hardwood. He moved to rise as well, but you held up a hand, freezing him in place. You glided in front of Taehyung, leaning against the marble table. His eyes flickered up to you. Your bare leg came out from between the fold of your wrap dress, hiking up the slit. His eyes immediately fixated on the movement. There was a simple black garter wrapped around your thigh. You hooked a finger under it and snapped it against your skin. It made him jump, knuckles white as he clutched the armrest of the chair.

Your hand shot out, grabbing his chin and pushing it back. His hand came up involuntarily to grab your wrist. Your eyes flashed dangerously in the low light.

“Who’s in charge here, Taehyung?” you murmured dangerously.

He blinked. You could feel his pulse shuddering under your fingers. He let go, lips parting slightly.

“You are.”

You pressed your thumb against his lips, a slow smirk forming on your lips.

“That’s a good boy.”

His pink tongue snaked out and licked your thumb lightly, experimenting. This little shit. You pushed your thumb into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue. Taehyung made a panicked noise and you dug your nails into his chin. Leaning in close, your eyes piercing into his, daring him. You grabbed his other hand and placed it on your thigh.

“Three taps?”

After a moment, Taehyung shook his head.

“That’s what I thought.”

You yanked your hand away. Taehyung jerked from the force, body shuddering. You cracked your neck sharply and he jumped, not expecting the sound. You pointed at his outfit, moving your finger up and down.

“I told you to wear clothes you don’t mind getting ruined.”

He looked down at his dark teal suit and white dress shirt. “I did.”

This guy. You shrugged and used one hand to slide down the front of your dress, fingers spreading across your stomach. Taehyung’s gaze was glued to your movement. Your fingers hooked around the other side of the slit. The covered leg. You flung it aside and unhooked your knife from its sheath. Taehyung’s eyes widened.

“Don’t–”

It was a matte black blade with a snake head. Completely custom. You turned your head and spoke evenly, without emotion.

“Stay still.”

The knife shone in the light. Taehyung held up his hands, swallowing.

“Bear.”

You stopped moving. He blinked. You could tell he was trembling. His eyes found yours and he licked his lips nervously once again.

“I don’t want you to cut me,” he stuttered out. “I mean – you can’t. My company–”

“Taehyung.”

He stopped talking, panting slightly in his panic.

“I am not going to cut you.”

His eyes searched yours, looking for the lie. You almost laughed, but you stopped yourself. He literally thought you were going to stab him. Well, yeah, you got a little crazy sometimes, but you weren’t a serial killer. Your clients showed up on TV every day.

“I was going to cut the buttons off your shirt,” you explained, pointing to the dress shirt in question with the tip of the blade. “That’s why I asked you if I could ruin your clothes.”

“… O-oh.” Sheepishness and embarrassment flitted across Taehyung’s features. “Oh, I… sorry, I…”

You placed the knife back in its sheath on your thigh. Strapped it back in and re-covered your leg. It seemed to calm him. You reached out and cupped his cheek. Taehyung looked up at you. You let a moment pass. Two. You were giving him the chance to tell you to stop.

“You said you didn’t need your safe word,” you remarked, a smile dancing over your lips.

Taehyung’s face flushed. “W-well, I didn’t think…”

You leaned down, cutting his words off. “Shh…” Eyes on his, reestablishing trust. “I not going to hurt you…” you paused, smiling softly. “That bad, Taehyung.”

He swallowed, nodding. “Okay.”

“Hmm?”

He cleared his throat. “I mean, yes, Master.”

You smiled, nails scraping his cheek as you let go. “That’s a good boy.”

You straightened, tucking your tongue into your cheek. You placed a hand on his knee. Taehyung started as you hoisted yourself into the chair, straddling his lap. His eyes went wide. You forcefully closed his legs with your thighs, placing a hand delicately on his shoulder. He was now eye level with your tits. He looked up sharply, unsure what to do. You grinned wickedly.

“I will skip the knife for you,” you drawled, flexing your fingers. “My good boy.”

Your words were getting into his head. His breathing was becoming shallow. Your fingers snaked over the placket of his shirt, not quite touching him, just hovering. You could tell Taehyung wanted to be touched. In fact, he kept raising his chest to get you to touch him. You chuckled darkly and he froze, realizing that you knew.

“You are very impatient.”

Taehyung chewed on his lower lip. “Sorry… Master.”

You smiled, just a tad too wide. Then you gripped the sides of the button placket and ripped it, the muscles of your arms tensing as you tore it apart. Taehyung’s eyes turned into saucers, sucking in a breath sharply as buttons flew everywhere, one smacking you in the breast before flying off into the distance. You smacked your hand against his tanned chest and he gasped sharply, hissing as you dragged your nails up his pecs. You pushed him into the armchair, hand crawling around his neck. He gave you a panicked look but you took his hand, placing it on your thigh.

“Shh. I got you.”

Trachea between the pocket of your thumb and forefinger. You didn’t press on it. Instead, you focused on the blood vessels on either side of his neck, just below the ears. Taehyung was freaking out. You placed your other hand on his chest, drawing patterns on his skin. It was soft, deliciously golden. God, you wanted to touch him like this for ages. But, no, you needed to focus.

Taehyung whimpered, his large hand gripping your thigh. You leaned in, tongue snaking out and licking his lips lightly. He gave you his best puppy eyes and you almost gave in.

“Now, now,” you whispered, breath hot against his lips. “Trust me.”

Then you began to choke him.

He sucked in a breath, squirming. You didn’t move, almost frozen as your gripped him, watching the emotions fly across his face. His blood pumped underneath your fingertips, struggling. You watched for lightheadedness, expressionless. Your hand snuck down his stomach, tapping against his pants. You heard his breathing hitch as your fingers hovered over his crotch. Heat. You pressed down. Hardness. A lazy, amused smile formed on your lips. Taehyung whined, brown orbs pleading. You clicked your tongue.

“Naughty boy.”

Tighter. His eyes rolled back into his head, lightheaded and hazy. You palmed him. A thin moan escaped his lips as your fingers grazed across his erection, pressing down on the head. Fuck. He felt big. You let go suddenly and grinded your hips against his, all the blood suddenly rushing back to his brain. Taehyung yelped, slamming the back of his head into the armchair. Good thing it was made of plush velvet. You hissed; jaw clenched at the hot friction of his hard cock against your clothed, wet pussy.

You were a dom for a reason after all. It got you off.

Taehyung tried to touch you but you grabbed his wrists, squeezing them. He growled in protest but you snapped your teeth at him, solidifying your authority. He whimpered, the small red marks on his chest heaving with every breath.

“Look at me.”

Brown eyes on yours.

“I own you.”

It was a scene, you knew. It was all an act, but, fuck, you knew you were a good actor. Yeah, if other people knew, they would call you all sorts of shit. But you knew your worth. You knew your power. And in this moment, you let Kim Taehyung know it too.

You heard him gulp.

“Yes, Master.”

You let his hands go and pushed his blazer and torn shirt down his broad shoulders. God. His body was beautiful. If you weren’t working, you would be worshipping it. Now you were worshipping it… in a different sort of way. He began to pull his arms out but you pushed him back against the chair, trapping his hands in the tangled fabric. Taehyung pouted at you, but you smiled at him innocently.

“You’re a good boy, aren’t you Taehyung?”

He nodded quickly, so quickly his dark brown curls flew up and down. Cute.

“Don’t move, okay?” you said, almost playfully. There was a slight edge to your voice. “You promise not to move and Master will give you a good reward.”

His eyes shone with hope. You really wanted Taehyung could keep his promise, because quite frankly you were also nearing desperation. You straightened, scooting back a little. Your fingers played with the tie of your dress, slowly teasing it apart. His eyes brightened as he watched the silk unravel. The slinky fabric was falling off of you, revealing your black lace bodysuit. Your dress fell to the floor with a heavy thump. His eyes trailed up your legs, to the garters, to the knife, up your chest, to your face. You didn’t need latex and leather to show you were a dom.

It was all in your smug, smug expression.

You sauntered off him, lightly kicking your dress away with your heel. Your briefcase was on the hotel dresser and you opened it, selecting a few items. Taehyung craned his neck to see, but turned away quickly as your attention was back on him. You placed the velvet pouch on the marble table and held up the condom.

He blinked at you. You grinned.

“Ah, wouldn’t it be nice if I used this first?” you wondered out loud. Then your playful tone dropped, replaced by coldness.

“It would be.”

You heard him gulp loudly. You tilted your head, advancing on him. Your eyes shifted down, looking at his quivering legs. You placed a hand on his knee, feeling a shiver course through him. Sliding up, nails walking over the expensive fabric. You undid the button deftly. Pinching the zipper, you tugged up, indicating him to raise his hips. It was an awkward position and you did it on purpose. Slowly unzipping, revealing his erection. Your mouth almost watered seeing it strain against his navy underwear. Still, you maintained patience, pulling the pants down his legs, leaving them at his ankles. Taehyung shifted uncomfortably.

“You’re embarrassed now?” you chuckled, sliding your fingertips under the elastic.

He turned his head away, not looking at you. His cheeks and ears were red. “Y… yeah…”

You shrugged and wordlessly pulled his underwear down, calmly and deliberately. He winced as his erection was caught in the fabric. You yanked up, lifting his hips, and uncovered his cock.

Thick, hard, huge, almost red with strain. Your breath caught in your throat, but you continued, pushing the navy boxer briefs past his knees. You really wanted to sit on it right now, but instead you reached over to the velvet pouch and pulled out a circular piece of black silicone. Taehyung spied it out of the corner of his eye and tilted his head at it curiously.

“What’s that?”

Oh, innocent boy. You smiled at him.

“Don’t worry about it.”

He furrowed his brow. Your tone indicated that he should be very worried about it. But the next second was dominated by your fingers wrapping around his stiff cock. Taehyung sucked in a breath, surprised that you were touching him so soon. You stroked him slowly, adding a little pressure under the base of the head. His pupils expanded, blown wide with lust, a low moan falling from his lips. Pre-cum leaked down your fingers. You spread it with your thumb, his chest shuddering at the touch. You placed the silicone ring on the head and pushed it down. Slow, slow. The unyielding pressure seemed to be a new feeling for him. Taehyung squirmed at the foreign object, thrusting your hand.

You lifted your head and made eye contact.

Then your reached over and pulled the remote out of the velvet pouch.

It took Taehyung less than a second to realize what was going on. That was the amount of time it took you to press the button, bringing the vibrating cock ring to life. His eyes flew open.

“F-fuck!”

His arms flexed, but you clicked your tongue sharply. Taehyung froze, breathing shallow and raspy, chest jerking at the stimulation. You stroked him faster, tearing a groan from his throat.

“Just enjoy yourself, Taehyung,” you purred, knowing it was a lot. He was barely hanging on, body shuddering as waves of pleasure racked through him, back arching as he rutted into your hand. His eyes were rolling back into his head. His cock was turning an angry red in your hand, trying to cum but it was constricted by plastic. You continued to jack him off calmly, watching his face twist in agonizing lust.

“P-please…” he groaned, shaking his head in despair. “Oh, God, please, turn it off...”

You continued, changing the vibration setting to a dull thudding. His body writhed, legs caught in his pants, head thrashing against the velvet. He knew his safe word. You stroked him faster, harder, and he gasped your name, begging you, pleading you.

“I’m going to cum, please, oh, fuck, please,” Taehyung whined, almost hoarse with desperation.

You turned off the cock ring abruptly and squeezed the head of his cock, hard. He nearly screamed at the sudden cutoff of his orgasm, tears springing in his eyes. You removed your hand and he whined, the whine turning into a cry as you turned the cock ring on again, a steady three-beat setting this time. You didn’t touch him. His cock was sticking straight up, veins straining. So thick, so hard, so delicious. You knelt slightly, entranced. Pre-cum slid down the length. You looked up at him from below, smirking. He was almost sobbing at the edging. Even now, Taehyung was handsome. You opened your mouth, saliva pooling at the tip of your tongue.

Oh yeah, you could be a slutty bitch if you wanted to.

You let it fall, plop, plop into his cock. He shuddered as it splattered over his hot length and balls, coating them. You grinned, pushing down the straps of your bodysuit. You cupped your breasts and fished them out, bouncing them in your hands. Taehyung’s brown eyes grew wide, fixated on your quivering nipples. You leaned forward and placed your tits on his knees.

“A-ah…” he breathed as you rubbed your nipples against his leg. “So… soft…”

It took a little maneuvering, but you managed to snake between his legs, rubbing your nipples against his vibrating cock. You sighed softly, allowing yourself to feel the pleasure. His cock was warm and slippery in your cleavage, the vibrations traveling through your nipples as you pressed them against it. You clicked for a different setting and Taehyung’s eyelids fluttered as it intensified. He was practically humping your chest at this point. Your hand slipped between your legs. You rubbed your clit through the thin lace, moaning softly. It was obvious you were getting yourself off and it was frustrating Taehyung he couldn’t do the same. You squashed your breasts together with one hand and pressed your nipples against his vibrating dick. It felt so good that your eyes closed, furiously rubbing your clit as the pleasure flowed through you. You were so engrossed in chasing your orgasm that you almost forgot Taehyung was there, sucking in a tight breath as your juices soaked through.

“I can smell it…” Taehyung muttered, thrusting his cock into your tits.

You smirked before moaning deeply, falling into his lap as pleasure flooded your senses, clit throbbing as your cum coated your fingers. Taehyung whined and you opened your eyes to his frowning pout.

“Alright,” you purred, standing up. “You’re right. It’s time for your reward.”

You turned the cock ring off and gently pulled it off him. He sighed gratefully at the release of his over-stimulated cock. Your hand wrapped around him once again. But Taehyung was furiously shaking his head, trying to squirm away from you as you stroked him.

“N-no, Master, please don’t–”

His words were cut off by his own choked groan, cheeks hot with embarrassment as he struggled to not orgasm with your hand. You knew Taehyung wanted to cum inside you and you were deliberately not letting him, pushing his limits.

“Can you hold back, Taehyung?” you taunted him, stroking him hard and fast. “Or you going to cum all over the floor right now?”

“Please, don’t, let me, ah – fuck, let me cum inside you!” he shouted, voice thundering against the walls.

You let go of his cock.

Taheyung’s eyes snapped open, body crumpling into the chair. He was panting, sweat plastering his hair to his forehead, disoriented from everything going on. His words slowly dawned on him and the color drained from his face.

“If someone heard… oh, no, I–”

“Taehyung.”

He stopped stammering, eyes shifting to you.

“The walls are soundproof for a reason.”

Taehyung nodded meekly. “R-right…” He pulled his arms out from underneath him. You waited, letting him shake out the pins and needles. It must have been very uncomfortable. You let it slide for now. He seemed to realize he was disobeying and he stopped, slowly looking up at you.

You smiled.

“Bed.”

Taehyung scrambled out of his pants, almost tripping as he stumbled his way to the hotel bed. He flew past you, so he didn’t see you trying to hide your laugh as he scurried. It reminded you of Run BTS! moments, but you had to compose yourself. You grabbed the condom, leisurely pushing down your bodysuit. It was barely holding on anyway. You turned and it slid gracefully down your legs. How many times had you practiced this? You had to look good stepping out of your clothes. That was part of the fantasy.

Your heels clicked against the hardwood floor as Taehyung whipped around, having crawled onto the bed on all fours. He had no idea what position to take. Still, you had appreciated the ass view.

“On your back.”

Taehyung sat on his ass, cock slapping against his thigh. Oh, god, the sound. It made you wet just hearing it. Your hand pressed against the bed, stalking towards him with feline prowess. He watched your tits hang as you licked your lips, giving him a devious smile. You were naked except for the garters and your heels. With first timers, the knife was always with you. You didn’t want to be that person, but your safety was the most important after all. You had a feeling you wouldn’t need it though.

“Taehyung.”

He shivered. “Uh… yes?”

You placed the condom on his cock and slid it down. “Your cock is pretty big.”

His face turned fifty shades of red. “A-ah… sorry?”

You chuckled, giving him an open-mouthed smirk. You straightened, positioning yourself above him.

“Bet you can’t last five seconds.”

Taehyung puffed his cheeks, narrowing his eyes. “Hey! That’s mean.”

And then you sat down on his cock.

Oh.

Fuck.

Taehyung immediately arched his back, swearing loudly. You could barely respond because, shit, you underestimated his size. It took all your professionalism and experience not to become a puddle of lust right then and there.

You set your jaw and rolled your hips, inhaling sharply. Taehyung was thrashing under you, clutching fistfuls of sheets and moaning loudly as you focused on your task, pussy swallowing him in each time you sank down. You clenched around him and his cock throbbed against your walls. It was obvious Taehyung was trying not to come too fast, rising to your challenge. You had ridden a lot of dick in your time, but every dick was different. And Taehyung, with his deep, rumbling voice and his thick, long cock, intoxicated you. You found yourself thrusting hard, fucking him like a madwoman, so hard that his balls slapped against you every time you went down.

God, you would never look at him on TV the same way ever again.

He reached out and you roughly slapped his hands aside, ramming him into the bed. He pleaded with you but you didn’t stop. Your hand snaked around his neck and those doe eyes found yours, begging.

Your grip tightened, choking him.

His hands grabbed your forearm. You paid it no mind, the lewd slapping so loud you were pretty sure you were going to bruise him. The only way to make you stop was to three taps or him cumming and you weren’t feeling those three taps from him yet.

He gasped and gurgled, clawing at your skin as lightheadedness threatened to throw him under. A wailing, high-pitched moan graced your ears and Taehyung’s eyes rolled back into his head.

You felt it. Taehyung’s cock lurched inside you and spurts of cum instantly filled up the condom, expanding against your tight walls and making your eyes go wide. You had to let go, to slip your hips up because – holy shit – he had so much pent up that it was actually bursting from the condom and leaking out as his cock shuddered against his thigh. You watched with fascination as it dripped out, pouring over his balls and soaking into the sheets.

Taehyung was almost sobbing with relief, completely drained as he fell against the bed. You waited, letting his breathing slow before approaching him. Carefully, you pushed his sweaty bangs from his forehead, wiping his face with the back of your hand.

“Are you okay?” you asked tenderly, petting his head.

“I… can’t… think…” he panted.

Another success.

“Good boy.”

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#taehyung x reader #taehyung x you #bts smut #taehyung smut #kim taehyung x reader #kim taehyung x you #v x reader #v x you

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peachyteabuck · 5 years ago

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dust to dust (peggy carter x reader)

summary: as peggy carter’s pet, your day includes a litany of chores that must be done to perfection. anything less than that leads to, well, some unfortunate circumstances.

(a commission for @caroldantops)

pairing: modern! peggy carter x reader

words: 1607

trigger warnings: heavy dom/sub dynamics, allusions to pet play, heavy punishment

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Your heart races as you stand parallel to the walls, head down and eyes trained on the floor.

Peggy’s daily inspections have always terrified you, made you want to crawl in a hole and hide there for the rest of eternity. Even when everything went well (which it often did – you are nothing if not detail oriented), the very thought of the woman finding a vase out of place or a painting crooked or an unfluffed pillow made your legs tremble.

Unable to see her, you pray your peripheral vision and hearing can pick up on the cues you need to feel safe. A small sigh of happiness, smooth movements from key points of interest to another – all signs that she would reward you with sleeping at her feet instead of in the cage, eating from her hand instead of the bowl she had your name engraved into, letting you pick what toy she used to fuck you with.

But those dreams were crushed when you heard the disapproving mmm that always signals your downfall. Without looking at her, you can picture one of Peggy’s perfectly sculpted brows raised, eyes unamused and dark, painted lips pulled into a tight line.

“What is this?” Peggy snaps, grabbing your chin with one hand and wrenching your face upwards. There, millimeters from your eyes, is the pad of the forefinger on the hand not digging into the soft skin of your face. There, in the center of said pad of the forefinger not digging into the soft skin of your face, is a gathering of dust.

You immediately go to apologize for your mistake. “M-ma’am I’m so-“

“Stop,” Peggy’s words are plain and sharp – a surefire sign of trouble. She holds her hand up flat and sighs as she turns away from you. “You’ve done enough.”

Your pupils go back to tracing the grooves in the wood paneling below your feet, waiting for her next move. As the rules instruct, you follow four feet behind her, waiting for further commands. When Peggy sit herself on the dark velvet couch (the one you freshly vacuumed that morning) with grace and poise, one ankle folded behind the other like always, you follow diligently.

A simple snap catches your attention, your eyes following her perfectly manicured hands as she pants her knee twice.

You do as you’re told without hesitation, laying across her knee with one arm folding behind your back to avoid digging into her stomach while the other reaches down for Peggy’s ankle.

The woman above you tuts as she raises the black skirt, bunching it up in your hand as she traces the lace of the white panties she’d purchased for you.

“Have you ever been spanked, love?” she asks absentmindedly. Goosebumps erupt over the soft skin of your ass and thighs, skin soft and ripe for punishment. “Like really spanked?”

You swallow nervously. That fear from retribution had never been something you’d had the displeasure of experiencing, something that, until now, you’d been thankful for. You’ve always been desperate (and eager) to please, doing as you were told without hesitation or complaint.

Peggy, when she met you at that job fair in your second year of college, picked up on that instantly. It’s one of the many things she loves about you, brags about when her business friends allow their eyes to linger too long when she has the over for dinner.

“She’s so cute,” Carol cooed once as you poured her a second glass of wine. She was tempted to reach up at grope at your tits, but also did not wish to face the wrath of the woman whose house she was invited to.

Natasha and Steve agreed silently, eyeing you as you returned to your spot in the corner of the room. You were in your “business dinner” attire – a small black dress with a thick black collar. You were permitted to wear nothing else but make up sans setting spray (if tears were to well up in your eyes and melt the mascara off your face, Peggy wanted to see).

“She’s as good as she looks,” Peggy smirked between sips of an expensive red – the very same Carol drank down while she eyed you like prey. “Just as perfect as I expect.”

Peggy leaves a light smack over the thin fabric, brining you back to reality. A warning.

“N-no Ma’am,” your voice is small as you speak, and you wish you could shrink to the same size as your words.

Hands rub over your ass, kneading the skin. You feel like a piece of meat, ready to be laid across a grill and devoured by a million hungry mouths. As another light hit is splayed across your backside, you assume the marks from cooking would be less painful than this. Peggy words feel not like fire, but something worse – more targeted.”

“Then this is going to hurt.”

She does not ask if it will hurt, does not inquire if you want to be hurt, does not wonder whether the heated skin will teach you a lesson. Peggy does not ask you a question, therefore you say nothing in return. You just grit your teeth and ball your hands into fists and wait.

It’s a long while before she says another word. Whether the pause was for dramatics or for her to think of how to properly penalize you, you can’t hope to know.

“Take them off,” Peggy snaps the elastic of the underwear against your sensitive skin, causing you to yelp. It takes a long while – given one arm reminds pinned - but eventually you get the flimsy material past your knees. “Good pet.”

You exhale just a little. “T-thank you, Ma’am.”

Another long pause. Had you given her something to consider? Was she weighing your deserving of being laid across her knee in such a manner? Would your slip up go unmentioned in lieu of positive reinforcement?

SMACK!

You yelp as searing pain spreads throughout your muscles.

Apparently not.

“What are you supposed to do?” Peggy nearly yells, voice bellowing.

SMACK!

Your face remains scrunched as you answer. “Anything you ask, Ma’am.”

“And what do I ask?” Her voice is the same volume as before – just as forced and chesty and mean.

You swallow what little spit remains on your tongue. In the back of your mouth, you can taste salty snot as you begin to cry. “You ask that I clean the house, Ma’am.”

Another hit, this time on the opposite cheek.

You can feel her breathing heavily above you, part of her enjoying the rare experience of beating you. “And is that too much for you to handle?”

Images of your training – of being locked in cuffs at your wrists and ankles, of being chained to the bed, of cleaning on your hands and knees. All of it done naked save a collar with long, sharp spikes. If it were assumed you were unable to perform the tasks Peggy expected of you, flashbacks they no longer would be.

Instead, you would be reverted to another reality, one you wish to forget.

“N-no Ma’am! Cleaning the house is not too much for me to handle!” You nearly choke on your own speech, hands clutching to Peggy’s ankle and your skirt for dear life.

All you can hear is her tutting, laying a long serious of hits to your ass as you do your best to remain still. If you fought or struggled, she’d restart the number only she knew, making your chastisement that much longer and harsher.

You expect to feel another hit as silence washes over you – you brace for the impact as her hand pulls back once more. Instead, feather-light fingertips spread over your center, dipping into you just enough to gather the wetness that had formed there.

“You’re soaking my favorite skirt, little pet,” Peggy tsks. She brings the same finger that had barely been inside you to your lips. You clean them without hesitation. The woman above you sighs, disappointed. “If only you could do that to the mantel above my fireplace.”

For a second you want to defend yourself, plead your case to the judge, jury, and executioner who was drawing random patterns into the skin of your thighs. With no request for confession, though, you bite your lip and hope for compassion.

“You know,” Peggy says finally. You can hear the exasperation in her voice, the tiredness you can’t pin down. “I’ve had a simply terrible day at work. I wanted to come home, to a clean home, and use my Pet to relieve some stress. This,” she pats your ass – the light touch making you twitch. “Does not relieve my stress. So, you’re going to put that pretty little mouth on my pussy and eat me out until I tell you to stop. Understood?”

You gulp, whole body sagging nearly instantly. “Yes,” you gasp. “Yes, Ma’am, I understand.”

Without further prompting, you push yourself to the ground, pulling Peggy’s shoes, pantyhose, skirt, underwear from her soft skin. Her cunt, just like yours, is nearly dripping.

Both of Peggy’s hands easily find purchase in your hair as you kiss up her folds, tongue dipping into her as two fingers find their way inside of her. It’s not long before she’s fucking her hips against your face, moaning loudly as you wrap your lips around her clit.

“Fuck!” she moans as she comes, pulling you away after the pleasure becomes overwhelming.

You smile as you watch Peggy pant, makeup still immaculate. “Good, Ma’am?”

She smiles blissfully, moving to cradle your chin with one hand. “Yes, Pet. Very good.”

#peggy carter x reader #peggy carter/reader #peggy carter smut #peggy carter lemons #lukis writes stuff #lukis does commissions

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hanniiesuckle17 · 5 years ago

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Dating Han Jisung

*before we start can I just say how hot that gif is*

A/n: not requested but I need more han content (she says like she hasn't already checked her masterlist twenty times and it isn't filled with him)

REQUESTS OPEN

Warnings: Swearing probably, Jisung being the love of my life uwu

First off

Reader you are one lucky bitch to be dating Han Peter Jisung

Can I be you?

Probably the more emotional one out of the two of you

He is just so passionate about everything he does and he would definitely be the same in a relarionship

You guys were probably good friends before dating

Definitely has a key to your apartment

Some mornings you will just wake up and Jisung will just be there sleeping next to you

Fluffy haired jisung in the morning fucking kill me why do I do this

"Sung?"

"Mmph..."

"One more minute?"

"Nrrggh...."

"Okay."

When he does spend the night he usually goes to bed after you

Never really sleeping in the same position

His favorite is sleeping behind you and holding onto your waist with one of his legs in between yours

That way he can snuggle into your shoulder or the crook of your neck

Also (like my Jungkook one) probably met your parents on accident

Your parents came over for dinner one night and were shocked when a random boy walked in wearing baggy sweatpants, a hoodie and a hat

"Uhh.....-this is 403 yes? I didn't walk into the wrong house again did I?"

"Who are you?"

Jisung literally looking at the next apartment number before concluding it was in fact your apartment

"Sung? Oh my God!"

Poor little shocked baby

Parents are floored when you greet him with a kiss on the cheek

"Mom, dad...this is Han Jisung. He is my boyfriend."

Cue nervous laughter and smile from Han

He literally just came from a dance practice and looks a sweaty mess and now is meeting parents.....

Someone kill him now

Does his best to make a better first impression

Your parents don't really like him at first

Not because of him but because he is an idol

They don't think he will have enough time for you and he might never have a stable income

It really stresses him out because Jisung just really likes you and wants everything to be perfect

After they leave he has a mini meltdown because the both of you could tell it went badly

"They hate me, Y/n!"

"So?"

"So! Y/n when I ask your father if I can marry you someday he'll say 'Nope sorry. You're a douche who can't earn money for my daughter. Leave and go shove a fist up your ass!'"

It becoming your first big fight

It doesn't really....end.

You both decide that it isn't good for you relationship if you just dwell on it so you decide to cross that bridge when it comes

Eventually your parents grow to really love Jisung (especially your mom)

Jisung is a mothers son in law dream let's be honest guys

Huge fan of PDA for two reasons

1: he can shove the fact he has a girlfriend in the boys faces

2: he just really like having some sort of contact with you

We all know Han has a little bit of an ego and a lot of confidence but I think some of that goes away when the cameras are off

When he reaches out to you most of the time it's like he is seeking comfort or he gets a little nervous

Big hand holder

Honestly I think he loves your hands

When he is especially nervous, self conscious, or embarrassed and you are with him he will gently play with your fingers

You being his muse

Stray kids dont really have a lot of songs about 'love' but Jisung has hundreds written about you

Horror movie are nowhere to be seen in your house

Han would probably really like to watch like dramas or really obscure and lesser known stuff

ALSO HIGH KEY THINK YOU GUYS WOULD WATCH TEEN WOLF

It's like your couple show

Him wanting to go as Stiles and Lydia for Halloween

Dates are always 'chill'

Playing Crash Bandicoot in the dorms and making fun of each other cause you both suck

Going to hole in the wall restaurants

Both of you trying to learn to cook

"Y/n is this supposed to be brown?"

"I don't know. Is salmon usually brown?"

You've talked about moving in together but he doesn't want to until you both decide to go public

The boys loving you

You being the biggest STAY ever

Jisung doesn't like to leave you behind when he is on tour so he and his manager found a way to disguise you as one of the staff so you could get on the plane with them

Falling asleep on his shoulder almost immediately

Him working on lyrics while you sleep

Sadly all the effort the staff and him did went to waste when Seungmin and Felix accidently posted a selfie where you and Han were in the seat behind them and Han was kissing your forehead while you were latched onto his arm

None of the boys found out until after the flight when they could use their phones again.

There were more fans than normal at the airport and all of them were bombarding Jisung with questions

One of the fans got through the barrier and launched herself at you

Han immediately dropped his stuff and tried to get her off of you with Changbin's help

Security eventually intervened and paparazzi were very happy with the pictures they got of him looking worried at you in his arms

After that Security started to break and fans started running at the both of you screaming questions

Which caused the two of you to run through the airport trying to escape the fans

The two of you were just two 19 year olds. You didnt know how to deal with this

So the two of you just camped out in the boys bathroom with you sitting in Jisung's lap waiting for security

With your relationship out Han shows you off proudly and STAYs have reacted more kindly than before

Jisung now uses the skz insta account as your personal couple account

Photos via Seungmin because he was sorry about the plane thing

A couple months after he moves in with you

Living with him isn't all that different from before except slightly more to clean

You guys are either always full of energy and doing something or extremely tired and just want to sit around with each other

You both feed off of each other so when one is tired the other starts to kind of feel the same

You definitely said 'I love you' first

He did love you

Very much

He just wanted to tease you a little bit

Anytime you said it he would smile and kiss you before walking away

You were walking out after a shower when he just said it out of the blue

"You're sure it's not because I'm half naked."

"That's 10% of the reason."

Definitely he is more a kissing guy

Gives the best hugs ever tho

One arm around you shoulder or holding your head to his chest and the other wrapped tightly around your waist

Playing with his fluffy hair so he can fall asleep

SLIGHTLY 18+ CONTENT TO FOLLOW

Han definitely has a hair kink

Loves when you pull on his hair

Boy is a motherfucking dom and you can fight me

Rarely a switch but when he is boy is he bratty

I can see him loving shower sex

Very very generous in bed

Would never do bondage with you

Always makes sure you feel comfortable

Literally the best at aftercare

You both have for sure fucked in the studio

This boy has vocals on stage and off ;)

Foreplay? Don't know her.

Jisung definitely has a lot of sexual energy but he never really likes to plan out if sex is going to happen even like an hour before hand

Therefore there isnt a set amount of times a week or even a month you do the deed

OKAY IM DONE WITH HAN BEING HOT IN BED OKAY

I think other than his hair God damn your favorite part of him might be his nose or his lips

Cause fuck he has the most beautiful smile

Dating Jisung would literally be the best thing in the world

It would be like dating your soulmate and your bestfriend.

God how did I bias wreck myself when my bias is Han?

Requests are open for imagines, preferences and other stuff!

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ficklefics · 5 years ago

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Stress Relief - Thirteen x Reader ~smut~

The Doctor doesn't know how to ask for help. But when it's offered, she knows exactly what she wants.

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Requested by anons with the scene prompts erotic humiliation (I tried) and dom/sub dynamic

Warnings: D/S, degradation/humiliation, voyeurism

A mission gone wrong. A new friend lost far too soon. The Doctor was spiralling.

“Doctor,” You called across the TARDIS. She was bent over the console, frowning at the controls in front of her. She didn’t seem to hear you. Or maybe she was ignoring you. “Doctor.” You repeated her name, more insistent this time. Still, nothing. “Doctor!” “What?!” She snapped. Now she was glaring at you. Not my fault. It was difficult to believe yourself. “What do you want, (Y/N)?” She had never shouted like this before, never been this angry at you.

“What’s wrong?” You approached cautiously. You never knew when she might lash out. “Nothing’s wrong,” She sighed as she moved away from you. “Doctor,” You groaned, “Please don’t do this.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Ever the defensive. “You’re angry. Upset. Please, just talk to me.” “I’m fine.” “Clearly.” You rolled your eyes, sick of her internalising everything, sick of her locking all of her feelings away only for them to escape in angry jabs at you, the innocent bystander. “What else do you want me to say?” “Tell me the truth!” You couldn’t help yelling but immediately regretted it at the hurt on her face. You sighed and slumped your shoulders. “Please, you can talk to me. Don’t bottle everything up.” “I can’t put that on you, (Y/N). There’s so much in my mind, thousands of years of knowledge, and I still can’t win. I still can’t save everyone.” With those words, she turned and sat down heavily on the floor. You sat by her, hands almost touching. “You can’t blame yourself. You’re a Time Lord, not a god. You can’t control everything.” You hoped the words were comforting. You didn’t know what else to say. She looked at you, properly, eyes scanning your face. You pretended not to notice the way they lingered on your lips.

There had always been… tension between you and the Doctor. Stolen glances, fingertips brushing against skin, moments of closeness. Neither of you pushed any further for some reason. Maybe it was the age gap. Maybe she was afraid of what intimacy meant. She was thousands of years old, she must have loved and lost so much in her long life. Maybe she didn’t want you to end up as another name on a long list of the dead, of the lost, of the forgotten.

“You’re right.” Thank fuck. You were glad that you hadn’t just upset her more. “I just… I wish I had control somewhere. Anywhere. I feel so powerless.” “I can promise you, Doctor, if there’s anything you’re not, it’s powerless.” You swallowed your nerves and took her hand in yours. She laced your fingers together and your heart started racing. “Look, if there’s anything I can do, tell me.” She went to speak but stopped herself. “I’ll do anything.” “Anything?” “For you? Yes.” You nodded. You could see her mind whirring behind her eyes as she examined you. Suddenly she was pulling you to your feet. You stood face to face with her.

“Do you trust me?” “With my life.” Her hand raised to your cheek with a slight tremor, brushing against your cheekbone and dragging down to rest on your collarbone. “Are you sure?” She wasn’t looking at you anymore, eyes turned away in thought. You nodded. Her eyes flicked up to meet yours and you shivered at the darkness behind them. The darkness that was usually hidden away by grins and laughing and jokes. The darkness that emerged when hard decisions had to be made, when people had to be sacrificed, when the real monsters were humans. Her hand wrapped around the base of your throat and sat there. Oh shit. “Then you will do exactly as I say. No matter what. If you can’t do that, tell me now.” Her words were a growl. You didn’t protest, instead choosing to gaze deep into her eyes, hopefully communicating your acceptance of her terms. “Good. Now strip.”

This was it. The moment you had been longing for. Waiting for. Dreaming of. You couldn’t get your clothes off fast enough. It was only when you felt the cold air brushing your nipples, making them stiffen, that you realised what you were doing. You instinctively went to cover yourself but the Doctor stopped you. She was drinking in the sight of you, of your naked body exposed and vulnerable, all for her. It was almost as though she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “Touch yourself.” The order was nothing more than a whisper, but there was no doubting that it was not optional. “I -” “For me.” Those words made it easy. Anything for her. Your hands shook as you raised them to your body, letting them graze your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps. You started to squeeze and rub your chest, biting your lip at the sensation. It didn’t last long though before the Doctor was gripping your wrist and dragging it down your body, forcing you to bury your fingers in your heat. You started rubbing your clit, low moans slowly spilling from your mouth as a warm, tingling sensation filled your body. Part of you was still embarrassed by the way she watched you, eyes intense and unwavering, but the feelings of pleasure were strong enough to quell your shame, though your cheeks were still flushed. Her hand was still holding your wrist so went she chose to, forcing you to pull away was easy. You couldn’t stop the whine of displeasure that that escaped your lips. She brought your hand up to your mouth and you knew what she wanted without her having to speak. You began to suck and lick at your fingers, the sensation making you even wetter as you cleaned yourself away. “You’re perfect.” She murmured, the compliment shuddering through you. Your fingers were removed from your mouth and she smirked at your already dishevelled appearance. “Now, my turn.” She lead your hands to the suspenders that sat on her chest. You pushed them away and tugged at the hem of her shirts, removing them to reveal a dark navy bra. Next, the trousers, discarded in a crumpled heap. You giggled at the sight of her underwear; a matching navy bra and pants embroidered with constellations in gold thread. So her. She grabbed your waist and pulled you into her, bodies colliding and your lips meeting. It was like an explosion in your mind. Everything you had ever dreamed and more. Her hands roaming your body, feeling every inch of your skin, leaving heat wherever she touched. You were gasping into her mouth. Her lips were warm. She tasted like vanilla. When her hand dove between your legs she chuckled – from anyone else the sound would have been mocking. “All this for me? Such a good slut.” You should have been insulted. The word should have felt unnatural coming from the Doctor’s lips. But the possessiveness, the praise… “Yes. Yes, Doctor. I’m your slut.” The words came out rushed but she heard each one loud and clear. “Perfect.” Suddenly her hands were on your shoulders, forcing you to your knees. You stared up at her from your position. One hand was playing with your hair while the other held your chin up so you couldn’t look away even if you wanted to. “Now prove it.” You gulped, eyes flickering to the thin underwear that hid the rest of her from you. Who knows how many people have done this? It was a lot of pressure. A lot to live up to. But you were going to try with every trick and idea you had. She propped herself onto the console, legs spread, giving you the perfect angle. There was a wet patch on her pants. I guess I’m not the only one who’s a complete mess right now. She just hides it better. You leaned forward on your knees and pressed a gentle kiss to her inner thigh, trailing your lips up, leaving wet marks up to the point where her legs met. You did the same to the other side, and she groaned from the anticipation. Clearly impatient, her hands wove themselves into your hair and pulled you in so your nose brushed her pants. As if on cue you gave a final kiss to the dampness you had noticed before and dragged your tongue up. Hands at her sides you pulled away the underwear that was so frustrating for you. You didn’t hesitate for even a moment before you were burying your face in her pussy, quickly finding her clit with your lips and sucking on it gently. Her moans were the sweetest sound you had ever heard. “Good girl.” She held you close – you couldn’t have moved away if you wanted to. But you never wanted to stop this. She was wet enough already for you to slide two fingers inside her and start thrusting them slowly, while your tongue paid attention to her clit. She gasped shakily at the combined sensation. To make her react like that, for her to be so vulnerable, all for you; it made you shudder. You pulled your head away, making sure to keep the movement going with your fingers, and watched her face. Eyes closed, mouth hanging open, head thrown back. She was beautiful. Curling your fingers inside her, you grinned at the way she whined and writhed.

Her hand jolted out and pulled you back in, almost viciously. “Don’t you dare stop.” It was an order, and one you followed willingly, licking and sucking at her folds and her clit as though it was your last meal and you were famished. You began to speed your fingers up, then, smirking, added a third, relishing in how tight she was around you. She fell apart under your touch, gasping and tugging at your hair, nonsensical words falling from her mouth in moans. A few more seconds and she came with a whine. You kept lapping at her, tasting her orgasm on your tongue and relishing it. Once she’d recovered she pulled you to your feet and caught you in a kiss.

“I should you use you for stress relief more often.”

“Anytime.”

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