#curvy girl fic

[itsmeatballworld-library]

An ass that could make God cry. — this was amazing I’m obsessed ✨

Body Talk

Title: Body Talk

Pairing: Personal Trainer!Bucky x Plus Size!Reader

Summary: You’re determined to come out of this breakup a better you, but Bucky likes the you you are. 

Warnings: self deprecating reader, fatphobia, idiots in love, smut, tooth rotting fluff, unprotected sex, mutual pining

A/N: PERSONAL TRAINER!BUCKY IS HERE TO GET YOU RIGHT FOR THE SUMMER! And by get you right, I mean he’s here to encourage you to love yourself just the way you are. i really hope you guys like this one, it got way, way away from me at JUST under 10k words, so… enjoy 🥴

This is a work of FICTION, and there will be ADULT themes and content included therein, so I assume once you’ve clicked through the link that you are comfortable with that. I do not give consent for my work to be copied, translated, or posted elsewhere, even if I am credited. This work is entirely mine, and unbeta’d, so read at your own risk! MINORS, DNI!

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[spaghettixdemon]

J Stands for more words than one PT.1

“While introducing his new girlfriend to the team, JJ is automatically confronted with her feelings for Spencer when they begin to get in the way of things"

DISCLAIMER You are responsible for the content you consume. Make sure to read all necessary warnings. Minors do not interact. Please remember this is a work of fiction; if you don’t like it, don’t read it.

Warnings: Drinking/Drunkenness, P in V, getting freaky in a car, fighting, slight mentions of death, Jealousy??

Pairing: Spencer Reid x F! Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

This was originally in my Google Doc but I seem to have lost access to it :( SO I am re-writing it! (I will definitely add more chapters bc omg this is long)

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"Alright anndd finally done!" Emily turned to JJ, clapping her hands together and beaming. Today was a paperwork day, and everyone had been working until the late hours. "These reports are killing me...I've been on the same one the majority of the day..." JJ spoke to Emily with a sigh and a slight smirk playing on her lips. Yes, JJ had been stuck on the same case most of the day, but it wasn't just the amount of work, no. That wasn't the only reason her day was moving so slowly.

Right across from her desk, in perfect view, was Spencer Reid- their little resident genius. His legs were crossed in his office chair, his curly hair fell in front of his eyes, and his long, slender fingers traced down the written report, scanning every word and spreading it within seconds effortlessly. JJ had always been close with Spencer- because of their tight-knit team, their ages, and of course, the butterflies she would get around him. They were the two closets in age at the BAU, so maybe that was part of the reasoning behind her crush, but honestly, she just thought he was very attractive.

So earlier today, when Spencer was talking on his phone nonstop, JJ was confused. Spencer was not a fan of technology, thinking back on how it took Spencer literal years to finally sign up for an email address. So, whatever was keeping Spencer on speed dial on the other line clearly didn't bother him too much. JJ would sneak glances towards her coworker hourly, taking in his body language and how he seemed to be head over heels. He would fidget and spin in his office chair as someone talked to him, he had a faint blush on his cheeks, and a smile plastered on his face. In all actuality, she'd never seen Spencer look so dopey- maybe he truly was just happy right now, but the emotions on his face surprised her.

"Hey lover-boy, what's going on over here?" JJ shot her head down, burying her face in her work. It was Derek who popped the question already on JJ's mind. Derek crossed his arms and leaned against Spencer's desk as Spencer looked up at Derek. Rolling his eyes and hanging up the phone, Spencer set the phone down on his desk. "Was that a girl on the other end of the line? I don't think I've ever seen you so happy to pick up a call at work." Both men laughed as Spencer grew a little quiet, sheepishly shrugging. "I mean- yeah, actually, you're right for once." Spencer laughed as an expression of excitement and shock plastered onto Derek's. "Wow really?" He laughed, a little in disbelief "Congrats man! That's awesome!"

JJ watched as the two guys hugged and discussed Spencer's new girlfriend. Weirdly, JJ felt a pang in her chest of embarrassment...or more like frustration. Why? She wasn't sure. JJ could read anyone within minutes, but she could never read her own emotions that well.

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Days had passed, and work was pretty much back to normal. Normal meaning JJ wasn't constantly hearing about Spencer's new girlfriend, who he adored so much. It was cute, yeah, and she did feel happy for the man and his newfound love, but it would get pretty repetitive after a while. Derek and Penelope, in particular, would not let up on the subject. It was cute when Penelope giggled and twirled her hair when asking about this girl, but the way Spencer would drop information on her so easily was frustrating.

Penelope beamed, ecstatic over all this new news. Then, looking at Derek, she gasped and clapped her hands together. "You should bring her here! We could all meet her it would be so nice..!" Spencer looked a little uneasy. The few times his relationship did start getting this serious, work would interfere and often kill the relationship. Though, Derek backed up Penelope and agreed it would be fun.

"I don't know guys...That might be a little intense..." JJ heard this and thought over the idea in her head. Meeting the girl Spencer was so enamored by might be interesting...to say the least. She looked up and smiled at the three talking. "No Spence you should totally bring her in! I want to meet this girl!" Spencer gave JJ a hesitant look, visibly thinking over the interaction in his head. He slowly smiled and rolled his eyes, looking at the three before him. "Ok Ok..I'll bring up the idea and if she's cool with it, I'll bring her here next Friday"

Penelope and Derek cheered while JJ sat there, smiling quietly. She clapped her hands together and sighed "Amazing! I can't wait".

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The week that followed that conversation wasn't a pleasant one. The team had traveled out of state to work on a pretty gruesome case- Spencer, in particular, had a rough time during the case. He should be used to the horrible feelings that came with the job, but it was never really easy dealing with death so often.

The team had thankfully made it back to base Friday, and everyone was exhausted. They spent the day quietly filling out paperwork and trying to unwind as they worked into the early hours of the night. Around 7pm, Spencer got a call. JJ noticed this in particular because of how eager he was to answer the phone. A small smile appeared on his face, and the faint blush was back. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, hanging up the call with a simple goodbye.

Spencer looked around at his friends as the smile on his face grew. "My Girlfriend is apparently downstairs in the lobby! ...I was thinking of bringing her up is everyone ok with that?" The office was suddenly filled with energy again, and everyone seemed to wake up. JJ in particular, shot her head up and looked at Spencer, a little shocked. She had completely forgotten this would be happening...She made eye contact with Spencer and looked a little hesitant as she spoke up. "um...yeah that would be great..!"

"Yes, PLEASE bring her up! I need some fun to distract me from all this work." Penelope popped her head out of her office as she spoke to Spencer. Spencer looked a little confused by what JJ had said but smiled and nodded anyway. He slowly made his way towards the elevator, a bit of pep in his step.

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Everyone in the office had quickly wrapped up what they had been working on and made their way to the office cubicles to meet this girl Spencer was so into. Penelope pulled up a chair next to JJ and beamed. "Are you excited to meet her?" JJ...still felt very conflicted. Just earlier that week, when they had been solving the case, She was staying in the hotel room next to Spencer's. She thought about how she ran into him shirtless and wearing sweatpants. He apologized and made his way inside his room, but she felt so conflicted.

She wasn't upset that he was shirtless...definitely not...but something about getting caught off guard like that made her blush. She remembered the feeble nerd she used to work with. He was in his mid-twenties and looked so new to the BAU world. Now, the man she saw earlier that week and today was a bit different. He had toughened up more and was a bit more muscular- not to a Derek level, but he definitely wasn't feeble anymore.

"Something like that" JJ mumbled to Penelope, a faint blush on her face. Penelope was about to question JJ, just as an elevator 'dinging' noise saved her. Everyone's attention was on the elevator and who was inside.

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[ellecdc]

Hello beautiful! I have a request that is kinda personal! Anyways o was wondering if you could whip something up about reader and (which ever marauder you think best fits) who kinda has big boobs(like f/h) and is kinda self conscious about it (plus her weight cuz she’s chubby) because they sag and not all cute and perky and such? I could just use the comfort of a marauder and your writing 💕 -thank you lovely

I feel like we must be twins or something; I too am a plus-sized H cup girlie 🙋🏻‍♀️ thanks so much for requesting dolly; we're in this together 💖

James Potter x plus size, busty fem!reader

CW: insecurities, body image issues, negative self-talk, mentions of sex but no smut

You could hear the panicky tone of your whine teetering towards hysterical, but you swallowed past the lump in your throat as you discarded another article of clothing. The top joined the growing number of other shirts, dresses, and pants littering the floor of your closet. You were disturbingly close to tears and knew if you turned around to see your sweet, handsome boyfriend who had the audacity to sit casually on your bed without a single care in the world, it’d push you over the edge.

Apparently, he did have at least one care in the world.

“You almost ready, lovie? We have to leave soon if we want to get to Marlene’s on time.” James asked from his place, laying back on your bed as he threw a small stress ball above him and caught it only to fling it upwards again and again. 

The worst part was how sweet he was about it; you’d never know from his gentle tone or word choice that he was basically accusing you of making the two of you late.

It would have been better if he’d been rude or snide, perhaps more overtly accusative – at least then you would have felt validated in how harsh your next words came out.

“I’m going as fast as I can, James.”

Though you didn’t turn away from your closet, you could tell he paused the ball throwing as he calculated your sudden mood change.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He started carefully, moving to a sitting position. “I just know how much you hate being late, is all. I didn’t mean to rush you.”

Your next exhale came out a little shaky, but from your place in your closet, James couldn’t pick up on it. 

“I know. I’m trying.” You said, working overtime to keep your voice even. He must have picked up on some of the tension anyways, as he rose from his place and came to stand behind you, hands moving to your shoulders instinctively. Unfortunately, with your current mindset – your shoulders immediately flew to your ears, effectively shaking him off of your body.

“Maybe you should go without me.” You admitted quietly. Suddenly, the idea of putting on anything except one of your oversized t-shirts and a pair of sweats felt like nothing short of torture. 

“You don’t want to go?” He murmured just as quietly.

It’s not that you didn’t want to go – although, at this point your answer was leaning heavily towards hell no I don’t. 

You loved Marlene; you were excited to celebrate her birthday, you got her a wonderful present you know she’ll be ecstatic over, and you always had fun with the group when you could all manage to get together. And besides, getting the whole group together was happening less and less now that you were all adults, living separately and working various jobs. 

So no, it’s not that you didn’t want to go.

What you didn’t want was to look at yourself in even one more piece of clothing that was either too tight, too frumpy, too lowcut, or showed off too much skin.

Who even bought these clothes? Why do you own them?

If you asked your mother, she would simply say you were ‘well-endowed’, which roughly translated to ‘you inherited your grandmothers dreadfully large breasts, darling, I’m sorry.’

Some may wonder what defines ‘dreadfully large breasts’. In your case, it was an H cup. 

Well-endowed could be used to describe one of those busty models in lingerie ads, not you.

Yours were large, and long, and marked with stretchmarks and not perky in the slightest. Nothing a good bra couldn’t fix though, right?

Wrong.

Bras that were big enough for breasts like yours were not at all cute. You had to special order them in most cases, and they were always beige or pink and they never did offer you as much lift you as much as you’d like.

If your boobs were the only part of your body causing you grief, you’d probably relent. But skinny girls don’t often have boobs this big, and it wasn’t just your tops that were bothering you.

Every pair of jeans and trousers you pulled over your hips felt too snug, too restrictive. You felt as if one wrong move and you’d pop right out of them like one of those Pillsbury biscuit containers.

James interrupted your mournful musings with a gentle “love?” and brushed the side of your wrist with his finger, clearly hesitant to touch you after you’d shaken him off earlier.

“I can’t find anything to wear.” You admitted.

James looked around at the clothing surrounding you before his bemused face turned back to yours. “What do you mean, love? It seems you’ve found a lot to wear.”

You rolled your eyes and felt the first tear fall. “James...” But he was already in problem solving mode.

“What about this?” He asked as he picked up a tank top you had discarded because the cut was too low, and the straps were too thin.

“I don’t have the right kind of bra for that.”

He looked between your bra covered form and the shirt, clearly not understanding what that meant but not willing to argue about it. 

“Okay...” He said as he dropped the offending shirt back onto the floor. “What about this?”

You didn’t even bother looking at the shirt he was holding. “If it’s on the floor, it’s a no.”

“But why is it a no?”

You looked over to see the button up shirt he was holding. “Because it makes me look...” fat, was going to be the negative ending of your sentence, but James’ face turned hard as he cut you off.

“Beautiful?”

You scoffed. “Sure James, I decided against the shirt because it made me look beautiful.”

“Okay.” James said far more sternly than you believe you’ve ever seen him. You turned and grabbed a t-shirt, so you at least weren’t being scolded by your boyfriend half-naked.

“Am I attractive?”

You reared your head back at his question – not at all where you thought this conversation was headed. “Uhm, yes? Yeah...of course.”

“I’ll forgive the hesitation on account of you being upset.” He said severely which caused you to snort a laugh as you wiped tears away from your eyes.

“Is Sirius attractive?”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you could tell by James’ eyes moving towards your nose that you were scrunching it up in confusion.

“This feels like a trick.”

“You can answer the question honestly.”

“Okay...yes, Sirius is attractive.”

“Okay. And Mary? Is she attractive?”

“Yes.”

James nodded curtly. “And would you say that the three of us have good taste?”

“Wha-”

“Just answer the question.”

“Sure, you guys have good taste, but I don’t see-”

“You want to know what the three of us have in common?”

You sighed and nodded, knowing he was going to tell you regardless. 

“We have nothing physically in common – yet you find all three of us attractive. Alternatively, all three of us have had a crush on you.”

You scoffed. “Shut up, James.”

“I’m not joking.” He said, and you noticed he was almost just as stern as he was when this conversation began. “Sirius said he’d never do anything about it – bro code and all...also he’s like, happy with Moony now or whatever. But Mary had no such qualms; she told me that if things don’t work out between the two of us that she’s throwing her hat in the ring. I made her promise not to tell you - in case you left me for her - but I figured this was a good moment to share.” 

You barked a surprise laugh that seemed to ease some of the tension from James’ frame.

“Now, I don’t like the way you were just talking about my girlfriend.” He said gently, opening his arms as an invitation; an invitation you quickly accepted as you moved into his embrace. 

“I’m sorry.” You murmured into his chest.

“You should be.” He murmured into the hair on your head. 

“I just hate my body sometimes.” You admitted quietly. He never faltered in his gentle strokes of your back but hummed in acknowledgement. 

“Well, I love it all of the time, so.” 

“I don’t see how.” You whined as you pulled back. “My boobs are saggy, my tummy juts out, I’m soft everywhere, I’m covered in stretchmarks.” 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. You’re just listing some of my favourite things, sweets. Your boobs?” He said as he moved his firm grip to your clothed breasts. “Look at that! Can’t even fit them in one hand.” He murmured, eyes glazing as he took in the view of your boob pooling around his large hand. “If I want to give your tits the attention they deserve, I need to use both hands! And your tummy...”

He moved his hands down your abdomen, albeit with more consideration than he’d shown your breasts. “I have to admit, this is my favourite spot to lay my head when we’re watching movies, but what I love the most about your tummy?” He said with a low growl as he spun you around aggressively, pushing the front of his hard body up against the back of yours, grabbing roughly at your hips/stomach as he moved his lips to your ears. “Gives me something to hold onto when I’m pounding into you from behind, or better yet, as you ride the fuck out of me.” 

Your face was a furnace and you were sure James could feel the heat radiating from you as he spun you back to face him. 

“What else were you worried about? Stretchmarks?” He said as he pulled his shirt off in one swift movement, showcasing his demi-god body style. “I’ve got them too.” He stated simply as he pointed to marks lining his biceps and pecs, a few on his hips, and pulled his trousers down slightly so you could see them trailing towards his ass.

“I know you’ve seen all of these before too – you’re no stranger to my body.” He said with a salacious wink.

“James...” you moaned, not able to handle anymore sexual innuendos. 

“Okay, okay. I’m sure you get the idea.” He relented as he replaced his shirt. “My point is, you’ll look lovely in anything you put on, but I’d prefer you wear something you’ll be comfortable in. I can have my girl suffering in her head all night.” 

You rested your forehead against his chest, willing away the tension headache that was forcing its way forward after all you just put yourself (and admittedly, James) through.

“What’s wrong with the shirt you’re wearing now?” He asked kindly.

You looked down at the old band-tee, it had a few holes in it and paint stains.

“It has holes in it and paint stains.” You deadpanned.

“Sirius always said to make dishevelled look intentional. Do you have a leather jacket?” He asked, turning toward your closet without waiting for an answer.

Suddenly, James was pulling a leather jacket around your shoulders, and grabbing a pair of heels.

“Now the stains and holes will look intentional. I think you look bad ass.” 

You weren’t as optimistic, but you turned to observe yourself in the mirror. Even if you didn’t see much of a difference, the sight of James looking at you like you hung the moon was enough to convince you to go for it. Either way, you’d be comfortable.

You’re not sure if James had mentioned anything, but both Sirius and Mary made sure to compliment you on your ‘punk rock look’ when you arrived to Marlene’s party 30 minutes late. 

[oikasugayama]

hihi!!

how r u?? i hope you're doing well <3

anywaysss- i just wanted to ask if you could let us see a preview of one of the smut scenes from the akutagawa fic you're writing -if its not too much to ask for obviously- and i wanted to ask too if you know when you'll finish it (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠)

and i also just rlly wanted to let u know that the first chapter of the fic was an absolute work of art + i can't wait to DEVOUR the next one like a 5 star dish (＾⁠3⁠＾⁠)⁠/⁠♡

you can have 152 smutty, explicit words under the cut (:

No idea when it'll be done! I have the next three days off work because my birthday is on the 11th!!! i'm gonna stay at home and only do fun hobby stuff including writing, so i'll give some updates on word count in a few days <3

fic wip excerpt:

As your tongues move against each other and you pant into each other’s mouths, your hands explore Ryuunosuke’s thin body, and his hands find every curve and plush spot on yours. He palms your breasts, your sides, hips, even your belly as he sits up and watches himself enter you over and over; as he looks up and watches your breasts jiggle with the lurching of your body under each of his thrusts.

“You’re so…” he gasps, grabbing your hips tightly and stalling whilst buried deep in your pussy. “You’re so beautiful,” he groans. “I can’t hold it in. You’re so beautiful.”

You moan his name and roll your hips, teasing him.

“Don’t hold it in.”

“I don’t want it to end yet,” he groans, crawling backward and pulling out of you. You whine at the loss of him and grab his arms.

“Please,” you beg breathily. “I don’t want to stop."

[parkert01]

Plus size - Aaron Hotchner

The team had always dropped hints that Aaron liked you more than a friend. You didn't believe them, after his divorce, they all thought he would ask you out. You waited for him to do it but the day never came, it shocked you that he started dating a woman called Beth. She was lovely, everything you expected he would want in a partner. The team was shocked, they were sure you two would have ended up being a couple, you were less shocked. You never expected him to like someone who looked like you and this just cemented it in your mind. 

You couldn't concentrate when you were around him, you berated yourself about how stupid you were thinking that he could ever like you. Eventually it got too much and you said you were ill so you could have a break away from everyone for a couple of days. You text the work group chat saying you were okay but needed a couple days away, they all replied saying they hoped you were okay and to give them a call if you needed them.

Aaron got annoyed at you ignoring him and decided to confront you, marching up to you apartment and knocking on the door. You shuffled to it, opened it and smiled at him. You let him in and shut the door. "Is everyone okay?" You asked him, worried that something may have happened to some one. He nodded "Everyone is okay. Why are you ignoring me?"

"I'm not ignoring you Hotch". He shook his head. "Yes you are. Why?". You sighed, "The team said they think you like me but then you started dating Beth, I was so stupid to think you would like someone like me". He looked at you confused "Someone like you?" he sent you a puzzled look. 

"Its fine Aaron, I know it, you know it. I can take it trust me, I've been saying it to myself since I was younger. You don't want to date someone like me, you deserve better".

He looked at you shocked, in his head you were the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, he couldn't believe that you didn't see it. "You should date someone like Emily" you said to him. He laughed, "Emily? Emily is just my friend". "Aaron, all the woman you dated were skinny, you have a clear type and that's not me"

He looked at you and sighed. "I wish you could see yourself out of my eyes, you are beautiful. I fell in love with you for your personality. I don't care what you look like". He slowly walked towards you, placing his hands on your waist, "But -" you interrupt. He kisses you, he then pulls away and says "believe me there is no one else" and kisses you again.

You pull away and say "What about Beth?". He looks at you and says "There is no Beth anymore. Just you. Your it". He wipes the tears that have fallen down your face. You lean up and kiss him while placing your hands on his shoulders.

"I love you" he whispers against your lips. You laugh and say "I love you too Aaron". He looks at you smiles and leans down to kiss you for the third time. 

[deanandthephantoms]

Gym buddies with Benefits.

A/N: Someone requested me to write a story about a curvy girl who meets her inspiration (Charlie Gillespie) in the Gym.. Summary: Emilia is just a normal curvy girl. She's insecure, anxious and honestly feels a little lost in life. This is until she decides to take matters into her own hands and unexpectedly bumps in to the one man who had been her inspiration for a few years now.. What happens when the unreachable is suddenly within reach? Warnings: Mature content (smut) Wordcount: 8467

Hi, my name is Emilia and I’m just your average kind of girl. Curvy, brown curly hair.. what else? Oh right. I love books even though I have barely any time to read them,  I like music and going to concerts or the theater every now and then.. I love to be out in nature, especially in the woods or on the water. And honestly? I think that’s all you need to know about me. Exciting isn’t it? You don’t think so? Well I agree. Honestly right now I’m not exactly loving life. I mean I have a job that I like and sure I have a roof above my head and I’ve got some lovely friends so I guess it could be worse. But I can’t help but feel like I’m..stuck? My friends are getting their own places, getting into relationships, some are even getting married or starting families.. and then there’s me. Single. No experience whatsoever and no possible partner insight.. I want to get my own place but simply can’t afford that yet and..

-Tumblr wouldn't allow me to put the full story in here so click this ^ link to continue reading.. Enjoy! <3 -

[zzukohere]

i'm glad that most of the toshinori-fuckers agree that he loves curvy girls

[leverage-ot3]

this isn’t leverage related but I want y’all to hold me accountable for the book I want to publish one day

modern fantasy where there is a supernatural world operating under the normal society.

it’s a throuple between a witch art teacher who is on the run after being attacked by a group of anti-witch sentiment werewolves (that murdered her ex girlfriend in front of her), sofia- a werewolf child psychiatrist, and her boyfriend will who is a selkie marine biologist

maura moves into a cottage next to where sofia and will live and she ends up working at the same school sofia works at

quite a bit of angst but also mutual pining and falling in love with the two people that make you feel safest in the world

here’s what they look like:

maura is a mix between these two

sofia

will

they are the throuple of my dreams I want to write them so bad

edit: here is my pinterest board that is organized by plot points

edit 2: if anyone wants to hear more about it PLEASE ask me more about it I would love to rave about them and it might give me more motivation to write

[lloverrgiirl]

rereading an old x reader fic that you read in your early teens is so humbling because the reader persona in question is so unbelievably "not like other girls" and i think it makes me want to die a little... and in a sense there are some unbelievably raw teenager parts but god... for writing it in 2021... idk i don't think we should be promoting addiction to the wee kids of wattpad & ao3...

it's just edgy. but like. in a bad way. you're 15, you're just as much a loser as the rest of your class. chill out.

[spaghettixdemon]

J Stands for more words than one PT.2

“While introducing his new girlfriend to the team, JJ is automatically confronted with her feelings for Spencer when they begin to get in the way of things"

DISCLAIMER You are responsible for the content you consume. Make sure to read all necessary warnings. Minors do not interact. Please remember this is a work of fiction; if you don’t like it, don’t read it.

Warnings: Drinking/Drunkenness, P in V, getting freaky in a car, fighting, slight mentions of death, Jealousy??

Pairing: Spencer Reid x F! Reader

Word Count: 2.7k (I am FEEDING y'all)

Little author message here- these are just ramblings and I never really planned on cleaning it up so again if it sounds funky that's way <3 read part 1 here

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The room was uncomfortably quiet as the BAU team watched the silhouette of Spencer make its way toward them. JJ fidgeted with her fingers as Spencer and a shorter, younger woman made their way to the room smiling awkwardly and laughing to themselves. JJ was honestly a little caught off guard- She and Spencer had been the youngest at the BAU headquarters...up until now. They were in their mid-to-late twenties, and this girl didn’t look any older than 22. Her hair was all done up and her makeup was pretty bold- not necessarily in a bad way though, it just looked like she had been working on how she’d present herself for quite some time. JJ did a once-over of the girl. She felt a little unprepared if she was being real. This person Spence had been ‘dating’ was attractive -like really pretty. Most of the time the team referred to Spence as a nerd- so the fact that this person he brought in wasn’t visibly also a nerd, surprised her.

————————————————————————————————— Spencer smiled awkwardly and grabbed Y/N’s hand. “Hey so um…this is who I wanted you all to meet.!.This is my girlfriend, Y/N” Garcia clapped her hands and hurried over to the girl along with Derek and Emily. “AWW it’s so great to finally meet you! We’ve heard so much about you!” Y/N laughed awkwardly, caught off guard by the bubbly personality. “Oh ha- really? That’s so nice..” She paused and gave Garcia a once-over before shyly smiling “You must be Penelope…Spence mentioned a friend of his who wears fun outfits” Garcia and the girl laughed, clicking almost immediately “Yeah-Yeah you could say that- I’m the technical analyst here at the BAU- I’mglad Spencer talks about us!” She smiled up at Spencer and took a step back, gesturing to the people next to her. “Sorry, I’m hogging all the attention! This is Emily Prentiss and Derek Morgan- but I’ll let them talk for themselves” 

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As Y/N met plenty of coworkers at once, JJ sat still, taking in the whole interaction. JJ felt a pit in her stomach, seeing just how head over heels Spence seemed to be for her…and she almost missed it, but did that random woman call Spencer the nickname she gave him?? Yeah, it was a pretty simple nickname, but so was Reid, Baby, My Boyfriend..or she could even just call him Spencer! She was positive that wasn’t a jab at her, but no one else in this office called him that…JJ thought back to the times she’d call Spence after work and how she’d use the nickname, thinking nothing of it, meanwhile this “new girl” must have liked the sound of it. It did roll off the tongue easily, she could admit that, but it was her nickname for him!

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JJ stood up, thinking to herself as she slowly trudged towards the scene unfolding in front of her. Why did she care this much about a stupid nickname? Why did she automatically assume this woman stole it from her? Clearly, something was going on internally she just couldn’t place what. Why would a grown woman like herself be acting this way? She wasn’t a child anymore! She needed to start acting her age. She put on a compelling smile and stood next to Emily. “Hello, I’m Jennifer Jareau!” She spoke bluntly, and for the first time in quite some time, she didn’t refer to herself with her nickname. This introduction caught everyone’s attention, including Spencers, almost immediately. They didn’t seem confused, but they didn’t seem unaware either. 

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JJ stuck out her hand for Y/N to shake, and it startled her a little. Y/N wasn’t scared or anything, the intensity just surprised her. “Oh um..Hi Jennifer- That’s such a fun name-” Y/N paused, thinking as her smile widened. “Ohh are you JJ? Spence talks about you constantly!” Y/N laughed, slipping her hand out of JJs. “Honestly when we first started dating I thought I should be worried about you…butttt you’re just really close- I get it..I have a few friends with work wives and husbands” Y/N chuckled. JJ on ther other hand, did not. Work husband? Spencer? She laughed awkwardly, feeling a little embarrassed. “Oh well I wouldn’t really consider Spence my work husband! We’re just…” She looked at Spencer, thinking. She didn’t really know how to describe their relationship, they just clicked, and he made her happy- it didn’t feel like friendship oddly enough their relationship just was what it was. “Work colleagues that just click, I guess you could say” She smiled and looked down at Y/N. Who was this young woman to define their relationship? I mean yeah, JJ didn’t really know either, but still! Y/N smiled, her eyes just barely squinting as she cocked her head. Y/N had a confused, confident, and happy look on her face somehow all at the same time. “Yeah....” Y/N crossed her arms, giving JJ a once-over before turing her attention to Derek and Garcia. JJ looked lost in thought as she took a step back, standing closer to Emily. She never really thought over the term ‘work husband’ before..did they really act that way? Like some sort of long term couple.

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“Hey Y/N! Why don’t you and the rest of us BAU ladies go out for a girls night??” JJ’s thoughts were cut short as she glanced over at Garcia, coming up with yet another idea. JJ was about to shut down the plan, when Emily spoke up next to her. “Yeah Y/N! The girls all get to know you and Derek and Reid can go out share all their guy stories.”Spencer rolled his eyes, laughing nervously. Y/N could feel his index finger rubbing her own as they held hands. “Oh come on Garcia- are you sure? You all just met. Why not give drinking together a day or two?” He chuckled, but it was clear Spencer had picked up on some odd vibe, and was trying to diffuse things. Which if we were being so honest right now, JJ was more than thankful for. 

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Y/N turned to Spencer, back faced to JJ now as a bigger smile appeared across her lips. “Oh come on Spence…I practically know them already! You tell me so many stories..” She turned back to face Garcia, Emily, and JJ. “Plusss I’d have three badasses by my side in case anything were to go wrong..” as Y/N egged on Spencer, Garcia and Emily laughed. They started cheering and begging Spencer to let Y/N get to know the women he worked with. It was only until the peak of the begging did JJ laugh an throw her hands in the air. “Aw come on Spence- let us get to know your girl!” JJ smiled. She didn’t fully understand what she had against Y/N, they did just meet after all, she just felt so…weird around her. Maybe if the she went out for drinks together with Y/N and her coworkers, that would clear up JJ’s feelings about everything. Spencer glanced at JJ, looking back down at Y/N with a smile “Oh why not..I’m sure you all will have a great time..!” The woman cheered and Y/N hugged Spencer. “Aw thanks baby!” She beamed as Spencer smiled softly. “Yeah Yeah…you have my number if you ever need anything..” Y/N smile softened and she laughed. “Yeah I sure hope I do..” She leaned up and kissed his cheek, moving closer to him, and in return Spencer leaned down and kissed her quickly on the lips.

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That’s when JJ felt the pit in her stomach. It wasn’t dramatic, she just felt like someone had pinched her, or slapped her, or maybe even pulled her hair. Just- something that woke a person up if they weren’t aware of things before. She couldn’t put a name to this feeling, but she was definitely up and adam now. Spencer noticeably blushed as Derek started teasing him. “Wooahh! Save it for later Lover boy!” the couple in front of JJ laughed as she stood there, a soft smile playing at her lips as she stood near them.

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JJ exhaled a breath she didn’t even know she was holding in as Y/N began to speak. She started by looking at Spencer, then the rest of the team in front of her. “Well um it was nice to meet you all! I ave to finish some work for the day but I can’t wait to see you all later- I assume you have Spence’s number, so just text him the address and time of where we’re meeting so he can pass it along to me!” She waved to everyone, a bright smile on her face as she glanced up at Spencer. “Wanna walk me back to the car?” Spencer glanced back at JJ before smiling happily and waving to the rest of his team. “Be back soon!”

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The couple had walked out, and everyone that had just met Y/N immediately started chatting about her. “She’s so pretty! And she seems a bit younger than him- don’t ya think?” Emily whispered to Garcia happily. Derek came over to JJ and they started to chat, only for JJ’s mind to wander. The way Y/N had called her Spence’s ‘work wife’... “JJ..” The way Spencer held onto Y/N and kissed her… “JJ..?” Why did she feel butterflies? This was her coworker, and his private life should not concern her. “JJ!” JJ jumped a little, thoughts leaving her mind as Derek stood in front of her. “Did you hear what I said? That girl seemed to have Pretty boy wrapped around her finger..like I’ve never seen that man so smitten before!”JJ was barely paying attention nodding her head at Derek. “Oh! Oh yeah- they’re really cute together..” She looked towards the door where the couple had walked out together. Derek took in JJ’s reaction and put his hands on his hips. “Are you ok? You’ve been acting so weird lately..” JJ looked back at Derek and shrugged, smiling. The one issue with working with BAU agents is they’ll always figure out when you feel conflicted. “huh? Yeah come on Morgan, I’m good! I just…need some air.” JJ made her way towards the door, ignoring any response Derek might have given.

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JJ had thoughts flowing through her mind of Spencer and that young woman attached to his hip. She sped-walked over to the elevator and made her way to the first floor. She looked at the ceiling on the elevator as it went down, thinking about how he used to look at her like he did Y/N just moments ago. As the elevator opened, she hurried towards the front door that led to the parking lot closest to her. JJ felt a weird guilt walking outside. It’s not like she was a smoker or anything, she just..needed air, that’s all. She felt overwhelmed and needed some space to clear her mind. As she shoved the door open, she looked up, seeing the many cars in the parking lot. One smaller light green car caught her attention almost immediately. Inside the car, two heads were twisting and turning back and forth. All JJ could do was stare as she watched Y/N grip Spencer’s hair and pull him closer as they made out. To be fair, their car was pretty far away from the front entrance, but that car color gave them away almost immediately.

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Y/N was breathing heavily while a blush crept its way across her cheeks. She breathed heavily, feeling the car air heat up around them. She held onto Spencer as she slowly broke the kiss, only to replace it with quicker pecs. “You’re so cute…when you introduced me” She mumbled to Spencer, who only laughed breathlessly in response. She kissed Spencer deeper and held onto him with a smile. Spencer seemed to be panting as his eyes stay glued shut. He held Y/N close and broke the kiss by biting Y/N’s lip and pulling away slowly with a smile. “Oh yeah..? Y/N was visibly flustered as she blushed and hugged Spencer. She looked up at her boyfriend and his scrunched outfit and messy hair. “Oh of course..!” She paused, visibly thinking. “I think I expected JJ to be more welcoming though, but whatever doesn’t matter” Y/N hummed and kissed Spencer softly on his neck- not leaving anything like a hickey, just wanting to get his attention. “…I’ll be seeing her later! I’m sure we’ll get along then..”

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JJ watched, seeing the couple start chatting and kiss each other. It was…so romantic..and..so embarrassing. JJ just witnessed their make-out session unintentionally. The only thing she could focus on was how passionate Spencer looked when kissing her. It played on loop in JJ’s mind..the way Spencer held Y/N close, the way he bit her lip..If JJ wasn’t a smoker before, she’d sure need a cigarette now. Friends shouldn’t feel the way she thought about Spencer. Maybe she was sick! Or dreaming..? Or maybe just delusional..? She couldn’t place the way she felt about Spencer, but she knew it was not normal. She watched as Spencer kissed Y/N deeply as he tried to leave her car. JJ suddenly became uncomfortably aware of where she was in this moment and how she had been staring at them like a dead man.

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She moved back and forth, trying and thinking about where to hide and what to do. Then, the thought entered her mind. She wasn’t a child- she was a grown woman! Why should she hide? She turned to face the door, grabbing it to try and scurry back inside, only to see the giant black box attached to the door frame. The key card scanner. The only way to get into this government building was to use a key card, which she foolishly left on her desk upstairs. Ok, now she was panicking. She glanced back around, seeing Spencer make his way towards the office. He coked his head, squinting his eyes as he made out JJ trying to rip the door open.

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“JJ..? Are you…Ok?”

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JJ felt sick to her stomach. She just intruded on Spencer's privacy, and had no way of escaping. She awkwardly turned to face Spencer and- if she wasn’t flustered before, she sure was now. His tie was practically falling off his neck, a few buttons had popped open on his shirt, and his lips were plump and red. JJ blushed, taking in how messy Spencer looked. “JJ? I said, ‘Are you ok?’ ” He was closer now and had his hands on his hips. JJ shook her head, clearing the thoughts absorbing her mind. “Huh? Oh yeah..yeah! Sorry I was just trying to get some air but I got locked out..” She laughed awkwardly, knowing how obvious her lying was. Spencer gave JJ a confused look, but shrugged it off as Y/N started to drive off, stopping in front of JJ and Spencer and rolling down a window. “Bye baby! See you at home”

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[abckenzx]

[itsmeatballworld]

Anon is so wrong it’s insane. Your writing does the exact opposite for so many of us who don’t fit into what society deems “pretty” by beauty standards.

Your stories make me feel comfortable in my skin and love my curves! And it’s definitely clear I am not the only one thinking that 🥰❤️❤️

Curvy bodies are beautiful!!!

I love your works so much! Keep doing what you’re doing, Bella!! ILYSM!! 💖💖

You’re alienating people by only writing for “curvy” readers.

…Do you want me to apologize? Because I’m not going to.

If you’re not curvy or plus size or chubby or fat etc - you don’t understand the feeling of reading an x reader fic that is so clearly coded for someone in a thin body. It completely brings you out of the fic and reminds that you are not the person anyone would imagine with this or that character. It makes you feel like, oh yeah, duh! Of course this reader is thin! How could I ever imagine or try to pretend anyone bigger would be able to be loved or held or desired when they’re anything other than small or thin.

It fucking sucks. And it happens so often, I personally stopped reading fics for a while because it would be the most innocuous thing that would be like a punch to the gut when I’d be reading a cute or smutty fic that would make me feel awful about myself. Now I’m certain that’s not the author’s intention, but it sucks nonetheless.

And I know many will say that’s not the author’s problem, and I agree!, up until they tag their fics as “x reader” with absolutely no warning that their body will be described in some way or form. But still, it’s their fic, they can do whatever the hell they want to do.

And so can I!

The entire reason I started writing fic myself is because I wanted to see more fics that were written with my body type in mind. That is why I tag all my fics “curvy!reader”, even if they’re not explicitly described in writing. Because when I write, that’s the body I have in mind. I won’t not tag a fic “curvy!reader” even if their body isn’t talked about at all and if that alienates some people, then so be it. I want curvy readers to know this was written with them in mind, simple as that.

There are plenty other fics out there and plenty more talented writers than I who have libraries full of x reader fics.

If you don’t want to read a fic because it’s tagged as curvy!reader, that is completely your choice. As I have stated in my masterlist, my fics are written with curvy readers in mind, but of course everyone and anyone of any shape or size is welcome to read them - they just don’t explicitly cater to thin bodied people. 🤷🏻‍♀️

I’m not purposely trying to alienate people, I’m purposely trying to include more.

[amaranthinespirit]

Hi! I couldn’t find anything on your pinned regarding if you take requests, so feel free to ignore this is you don’t.

I’ve been feeling kind of bummed lately about the lack of love towards us mid-size girlies in fanfics in general. Its hard to feel wanted sometimes if you’re not thin enough or curvy enough. Would mind writing a fic with any member of the CoD 141 that just appreciates their mid-size girl? Thank you 💞

simon riley with midsize!reader (I'm so sorry this took so long, but I love this request)

simon riley loves a girl with a bit of weight on her. he'd never understand how you could be so insecure about how your body looked (if you were), especially when you just looked so perfect to him.

your body was a perfect balance in his eyes, plush thighs and tummy that he could bury his face in after he arrived home to you.

when you first asked him to leave the room so you could change, he just gave you a blank stare. he just loved to stare at you (he has a staring problem).

you just look so delectable, he could just eat you up (he does).

but aren't your thighs too big? no, better to crush his head when he's lapping at your sopping pussy.

but aren't you not curvy enough? who needs curves anyways? his eyes are glued to your ass or tits regardless

but your tummy isn't flat? who wants a flat stomach anyways? you have organs, lovie, and he'll gladly rearrange them.

but you're not thin enough? he doesn't care, it just means you're well taken care of, and that's all he wants. more to love, anyways darling.

he can still throw you around without breaking a sweat, toss you over his shoulder with a sharp slap to your ass.

he'll happily fuck you in front of the tall mirror in your bedroom, his chest pressed against your back as he hovers over you. his breath kissing your ear, his voice breathy and deep as he mumbles praises.

his hand is laced through your hair, forcing your eyes to the mirror, his other hand around your neck, fingers creeping up to hold your jaw. red marks and bruises forming all along your neck, trailing down your skin with no pattern. chest bitten and glistening from saliva around your perky buds.

he'd fuck you slow, every praise about your body, your appearance punctuated with a sharp thrust of his cock buried in your weeping pussy. the soft slap of his hips against your ass, your skin rippling from impact, reddening.

come on, lovie, you don't get to come until you're saying positive things. you want to come, don't you?

[imnotoverlyobsessive]

If you ever find yourself wondering why I wrote something a certain way or why I include x, y, or z in literally every fic, just remember two things

1) I am writing the exact fic I will want to read later, and I like to read the same things over and over with some slight variations and differing plots, I’m not even joking I download every fic I read onto my phone’s iBooks and I have all my own fics on there

2) I am fucked in the head and that factors in to most writing decisions I make

[harryspet]

bambi eyes (1) r. cameron

[Warnings] soft!dark!rafe cameron x reader, daddy!rafe x little!reader older!rafe, crimeboss!rafe, rafe takes advantage of traumatized reader, DUBCON, dd/lg, sex trafficking, sexual slavery, sugar daddy rafe, stockholm syndrome, spoiling kink, unprotected sex, forced? age regression, little editing, 18+ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

A/N: My first Rafe fic :)

word count: 4.4k

In which Rafe finds a "healthy" outlet for dealing with his daddy issues.

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Rafe finally felt he deserved to be back at Tannyhill. The house had remained empty over the last five years, Sarah wanted little to do with her real family anymore, Rafe made the tough decision to send Wheezie to a boarding school in Georgia and now she was starting college there. Rafe had cleaned up his act and gotten clean, mostly clean, and managed to save Cameron Development from complete ruin. 

As soon as the police were off his tail, and he’d brought back some legitimacy to the Cameron name, he could develop the true relationships he needed to become unstoppable. It started with Barry, then gangsters from the mainland, and then Rafe's gained connections with the cartels. He then rebuilt the empire the Camerons once had in the Bahamas and now he owned ten times the amount of properties they used to own there. 

He could achieve everything Ward never could have. He could be better a man than his father ever could. 

After half a year in Nassau, Rafe was finally back in Kildare, and he had plans to make Tannyhill the ultimate fortress. He had finally acquired the last missing piece of his American dream – you. He eyed you in his rearview mirror, passed out in the backseat of his truck, before parking in front of the huge, white house. 

There were already white moving trucks parked nearby, men in black clothing unloading new furniture he’d purchased and “merchandise” he’d acquired from the Caribbean Don he’d been working with. That Don is who he purchased you from, picking you out in a lineup of twenty girls. 

The Don clapped his hands together before he said, “Just tell me which ones you would like to have a closer look at. I’ll have them stand and turn for you. If you have something in mind — perhaps a certain skin tone, curviness, hair color, I can make a suggestion.”

Rafe responded that he didn’t have a preference and that he would know you were the one when he saw you. 

Looking through one-way glass, Rafe noticed aspects of each girl, including the tiredness behind their eyes and the elegance at which each of them moved their bodies. The Don had each girl stand and spin for him. There was not a single falter or misplaced step until Rafe saw you. When it was time for you to spin, you almost tripped over your own foot. You fixed yourself quickly and fixed your gaze forward however, Rafe noticed your eyes began to wander. It felt like you were looking right at him. Like you could see him. 

“One of my favorites,” He said in thick Creole, “She’s quite an angel if you’re looking for someone who’s a little tamer. Good hips, natural hair, the breasts and ass are real too. I’m sure you’ll notice. For you, since you’re a friend, fifteen thousand for the whole night.” 

The Don wanted Rafe to become a new investor in his trade and possibly bring girls to Kildare in order to expand his clientele. He wanted to impress Rafe, and let him have a night with one of his well-trained girls, although Rafe was looking to make a final purchase. 

He hadn’t had a real conversation with you yet, he was in such a hurry to get back to the States that he had to keep you drugged for the time being. It would be better this way, he convinced himself, since he would be able to have the house ready before you came to. He got out the truck before opening the back door. Although you stirred slightly in your sleep, Rafe knew he wouldn’t wake you as he pulled you across the seat and wrapped you in his arms. Bridal style, he carried you up the patio and through the front doors. 

An elaborate security system now kept track of everyone coming and going from the house. He had so much more than his father ever would have, but that also meant he had so much more to lose. He was a different man than the last time he was here. Much more mature. He used to throw meaningless parties so he could appear well-known, favorited by all, and hook up with girls who only cared about getting free drugs from him. This time things would be different. 

“Hey, hey, careful with that!” Rafe barked at one of the men carrying a white tea table that he’d spent thousands on.  He was attempting and failing to carry it and the two matching chairs that it came with. Rafe should’ve known what quality movers he was getting when he let Barry put his men on the job, “You think I’m paying you to break my shit?”

Rafe carried you up the winding stairs of his childhood home, imagining you feeling like this place was yours, just as much as he did. He thought he’d feel slightly more melancholy, looking at the familiar yellow walls, the elegant chandeliers, and period furnishings. Instead, he felt a weight lifted off of him. Your bedroom was one of the old guest rooms, only a few doors down from the master, and unlocked with his fingerprint. 

The large room was freshly painted white, a twin-sized canopy bed was placed on the farthest wall, and Rafe placed you on top of the cloud-like comforter. You were still wearing one of his button-ups and a pair of his briefs that fit you more like shorts, Rafe not having had the time to dress you in the way he actually wanted to.

“Put it over in that corner, carefully,” He spoke to the mover carrying the table, although his eyes were focused on you. 

“Mr. Cameron-”

“You’re dismissed. Tell Barry I’m expecting him tonight at nine.” 

As the man turned to leave, Rafe quickly followed to shut the door behind him. He took another glance around the room, deciding that the table set was the perfect edition. He could bring you your breakfast there in the morning and, who knows, maybe you’d come to like the expensive tea set he also bought you. 

Rafe spent a good amount of time just watching you sleep and obsessively thinking about what might he say to you when you awoke. His anxious thoughts didn’t go away when he stopped doing drugs, they worsened in fact, but you were his new medium to focus on. You were healthy for him. 

He spent all the time he had between his meeting with Barry, caring for you, “Daddy’s going to take care of you,” He brought you to the bathtub and gently scrubbed you clean, shaving all the areas he preferred to be hairless, even taking the time to braid your hair so that it was out of your face. He quite liked you like this, like his very own doll, someone he could mold into a perfect Kook princess. Women in the real world often perplexed him, especially women like Sarah, who took the luxuries they were provided for granted. 

You’d appreciate everything that Rafe could offer you, he knew that, and you’d be obedient as well. He brought you back to the main room once you were dried, and clean and your skin was moisturized and scented with vanilla. He laid you on the soft carpet in front of your bed and dressed you in a white nightgown and then took his time rolling white knee socks up your leg. 

He could take his time, pacing himself, as he ran his fingers over every inch of you. He’d been rock hard ever since he undressed you originally, and he debated whether to take a quick sample of you. 

You have plenty of time, Rafe, he reminded himself. 

His phone vibrated a short while later after he tucked you back into bed, and he clicked the notification. Video of the driveway appeared on the screen, and Rafe saw Barry climbing from his car, “Daddy will be back very soon,” He spoke although you couldn’t hear, placed a kiss on your forehead although you couldn’t feel it, and shut the door quietly although you wouldn’t wake. 

As soon as Rafe opened the front door, Barry was already shouting, “Country Club! How you been, man?” Rafe’s hand was already out to shake his. Truthfully, and sadly, Rafe would consider Barry his oldest friend. “You happy about all the money I’ve been making you?”

“Thrilled,” Rafe spoke sarcastically, leading Barry to his father’s old office. He thought back to the days when he had to creep through this room and steal because Ward didn’t trust him. Now, it was all his, “Speaking of …”

Swiftly, Barry pulled a roll of hundred-dollar bills from his pocket and dropped it in Rafe’s hand. Leaning against the oak desk, Rafe began to count, “That’s what I got for the boats. Those cars are going to take a little bit longer to sell.”

“And why’s that?”  

“Those cars are classics, man, so I have a little bit of a bidding war going on,” Barry explained.

“I said I wanted them moved quickly,” Rafe sighed. He needed to get rid of as many of his father’s old things as possible if he wanted this place to be really his. 

“I’ll get you everything by the end of the week,” Rafe nodded, continuing to flip through the bills,  although normally this would be about the time he’d throw a tantrum, “So … heard you got yourself a beautiful girl-”

“Your guys run their mouths.”

“But it’s true?” Barry flashed his gold tooth, “You whipped, Country Club?”

Rafe opened the safe behind the tall bookcases, punched in the code, and safely tucked away the twenty-thousand dollars. 

“Don’t worry about it, I wouldn’t let you anywhere near her anyways.”

Barry scoffs, “That breaks my heart, Rafe. I’m tired of these Pogue girls and the mainland chicks are even worse. In the old days, we used to share. You won’t help a brother out?”

Rafe smirked, “Like you said, that was the old days.” 

You felt weighed down by whatever you were lying underneath, your eyelids were so heavy it took you a full minute to blink them open. You moved each limb slowly, trying to get blood flowing through them again. You saw sunlight reflecting off porcelain walls and felt creamy soft blankets enveloping you. You should feel comforted. 

Pushing away the blankets holding you down, you pulled yourself up, strong enough to get onto your hands and knees. You stepped off the platform, off the bed, touching your toes against soft carpet but quickly your legs gave out. You whined as your knees hit the ground, surely bruising your skin, and let yourself fall back on your bottom. 

Something fell down with you and turning your head slightly you found a teddy bear. You grabbed it by its arm, examining its chestnut fur and the pink bow tied around its neck. What? That was the question forming in your mind. You looked back at the bed you’d fallen out of and your eyes darted around the room. Three doors, a wall with big windows and long curtains, a table with chairs, a toy chest, a tall armoire, and a bookcase. This room did not belong to you, even in your wildest dreams, you’d never been somewhere so nice. 

You noticed details in the wallpaper; small pink flowers decorated each wall, and white trim lined all the edges. All the furniture was white as well with elegant designs, and your original thought was that you must be in a castle. 

You attempted to stand again and managed to get straight up on your wobbling legs until there was a small click, and the door began to open. You quickly stumbled back before you were sitting back on top of the mattress. 

“You’ll go with Mr. Cameron now. To America,” Master said, “And you’ll remember your manners, won’t ya? Don’t want to end up like your friend.”

Mr. Cameron stood in front of you now. You remembered him being tall, but you didn’t remember feeling so small in front of him. With hands holding a tray in front of him, his mouth parted as his blue eyes raked over your figure. 

You gripped the comforter tightly as he stepped closer, “You’ll have to take it easy,” He said first, walking over to that small table and placing the tray down, “Let me help you.”

When he came towards you, he held out both of his hands. You felt like you usually did, terrified, but there was always a voice in the back of your head telling you to obey. There would be worse pain than a bruised knee if you didn’t do as Mr. Cameron said. You grabbed ahold of his hands, allowing him to help you up before his hands moved to your hips as he steadied you. 

“How do you feel?” He asked, a genuineness in his tone that you weren’t expecting. 

Your lips parted and you realized you hadn’t spoken in so long. You also hadn’t had anyone ask you that question in a long, long time, “I’m … okay,” You spoke quietly as he searched your face. He was staring so intently that you grew insecure, turning your eyes away. 

“I brought breakfast,” He began to guide you over to the table. You took slow steps, one in front of the other, holding onto him tightly when you felt you might fall. He set you gently down in the chair before taking the seat opposite you. You could see out the windows from this seat, your eyes finding a long dock and the ocean. When he cleared his throat, your eyes snapped back to his, “I’m not much of a cook but there’s a lady who works for me …she makes great pancakes, french toast, anything you could want really.”

You stared down at scrambled eggs, sausage, toast, and a pancake with a chocolate chip smiley face and a whipped cream nose. He started to pour you a glass of water, pushing it towards you, “Drink something,” He said, “You’ve been sleeping for a long time.”

You were really thirsty, you realized, and you took the glass he poured for you. When he didn’t pour himself one, a question rose in your mind, “Will this … make me sleep again?”

He immediately shook his head, “No, no. Drink, please.”

You were thankful, welcoming the nourishment. As you devoured the glass of water, he began to cut up the pancake into small pieces. You watched his concentrated face as he meticulously poured the syrup. Your mind didn’t stay on his interesting behavior because you were focused on eating next. 

“My name is Rafe,” He said, “But you’ll call me Daddy.”

You paused, your mouth full of pancakes, “Okay? Nod yes if you understand,” He added. 

You nodded your head, starting to chew again, and a smile seemed to pull at his lips. That’s what he must like all his girls to call him. “Good, that’s rule number one …This is your room, from now on. I’ll show you around the house after you settle in more. For now, you need permission to leave this room. Yeah?”

Again, you nodded, before swallowing your food. Rafe reached across the table with a napkin, wiping syrup from your chin, “I’m sorry,” You said, feeling embarrassed. 

“No need to apologize,” He assured you, “From now on, I’m going to take care of you.”

Take care of you. You weren’t positive about what he meant. 

Your hands moved to your lap, “Can I ask … how many girls you take care of?” 

His head tilted, and he seemed amused, “Just you, sweet girl.”

“This whole room is just for me?”

“Yes, and this whole house will be just for us,” He answers, “Here, that reminds me. I was going to wait until dinner but . . . I can’t wait.”

You watched as he reached into the pocket of his khaki pants, pulling out a silver necklace with a beautiful, pearl pendant. Still, you found yourself struggling to wrap your head around what was going on. Rafe stood, coming closer in order to put the necklace around your neck. You heard a small click before Rafe pulled his fingers away. Your fingers reach up to feel the pearl, “You’ll always keep this on. Okay?”

You nodded. 

“Tell me.”

“I’ll always keep it on … Daddy,” You remembered to add. Something lit up in his eyes, and he took your chin in his hand and tilted it up further. 

“Smart girl, Bambi,” He stated, “That’s what I’ll call you.”

You nodded, although you weren’t sure why he picked it for you. It was better than “whore” or “slut” which seemed to be Master’s favorites. Bambi sounded … cute, which certainly wasn’t a way you would describe yourself, “Daddy … why …all of this, uhm, for me?”

“You’ll have everything I want you to have. And Daddy wants the best for you, understand?”

“Y-Yes, uhm … thank you.”

“C’mere, let me give you a tour of the room” He gripped underneath your arms, helping you stand. The human closeness, his warmness, wasn’t something you were expecting. You couldn’t fully let your guard down though, you were still waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

“It’s good to have, uh, a routine,” Rafe explained, before showing you every item in the room. He clearly had been involved in picking everything out which you didn’t expect,  “You’ll wake up by eight, make your bed every morning. . . your dirty laundry will go here and all your clothes are in here, if I have something specific picked out for you to wear, I’ll hang it here, you won’t wear any panties when you’re dressing for bed …and here’s the bathroom,” When you saw yourself in the mirror for the first time, your eyes widened in disbelief. Your hair was neatly braided, white bows wrapped at the end of each braid, and the nightgown made you look like . . . a doll. In the mirror, you could see Rafe lean his mouth down to your ear, “Do you like what you see?”

“I look …I think I look pretty, Daddy.”

“You do, sweet girl; that’s why I chose you.”

This was right. Rafe couldn’t have made a better decision choosing you. He had more rules to introduce you to but didn’t want to overwhelm you. He left you to brush your teeth while he took your tray of food back to the kitchen. When he returned, he found you peeking inside the toy chest, letting the top shut a little too loudly after he seemed to frighten you, ‘It’s okay, all these things are for you. I wasn’t exactly sure what you might like.”

He kneeled down with you as you took a look inside. There were quite a lot of stuffed animals, some puzzles, coloring sets, and some dolls. “My, uh, my sister Sarah, she used to love American Girl dolls. Have you ever heard of those?” You shook your head, picking up one that was dressed like an 80’s aerobic instructor, “They have all types of dolls. I should order you one that looks more like you.”

Rafe noticed you perk up at that. “One that looks like me?” 

Your reaction made him chuckle, “Yeah, why not? If you want anything at all, you can just ask me,” Rafe could tell you didn’t believe him, although you still nodded in agreement, “I know you can’t be entertained forever by these things, but it’s better for your brain than watching TV all day. And we can watch movies together.”

“That would be nice-” Rafe leaned in to kiss you, his intrusive thought winning after staring at your lips. Rafe was surprised by how gentle it was and how gentle he still wanted to be with you. You were reacting so well to everything, he didn’t want to take the chance of ruining this. When he pulled away, you immediately started to lift your nightgown, attempting to expose yourself to him.

“You don’t have to do that,” Rafe gently grabbed your hand, pulling it away from your dress. 

“I thought you wanted me …”

“ I do, I definitely do,” Rafe laughed awkwardly, “Let’s wait a little while longer. I want to undress you myself.”

You nodded eagerly, “But I … I could use my mouth?”

Rafe couldn’t believe someone could sound so innocent even while they were offering to give a blowjob, “Not before I taste you first, sweet girl.” Sexually, Rafe liked to be in complete control. He’d decide when they were ready, what positions, and who tasted who. His mind was starting to wander a little too far. He needed to remain composed for the time being, “For now, I want you to play. I need to work for a few hours, but I will bring you lunch, and we’ll eat together, okay?”

“Okay…thank you, Daddy,” You agreed, and Rafe happily placed a kiss on your forehead. 

“You’re welcome, Bambi.”

Rafe tried to concentrate on work, he had a million things to arrange now that he was back in Figure 8, but his eyes would wander to the live footage on his computer screen from Bambi’s bedroom. She spent a while going through the toys he bought for her, and then she neatly made up the bed, before deciding on the American Girl dolls. Next thing Rafe knew, he was in virtual meeting with his Cameron Development team but was actively scrolling through the American Girl doll website in another tab. 

Like he promised, Rafe took a break in the middle of the day to each lunch with you. Lana, Tannyhill’s newest household manager, prepared grilled sandwiches. Rafe joined you by the window seat where you had made yourself comfortable with two of the dolls and your teddy bear. You asked about Figure 8, of course, and Rafe gladly gave you the basics. 

That night, after dinner was enjoyed, Rafe laid beside you in bed. You chose a book to read together, a chapter book called Bridge to Terebithia, “I have to admit, I’m not much of a reader. But this should be easy enough, right?”

“When you were little, did you always have …this?” You asked, a few pages of reading later, “Books and clothes and seats by the window.”

“I guess I did, yeah,” Rafe answered, “It was not all rainbows and sunshine, though.”

“Your father, was he like Master?”

“Yeah, basically. He was not a good man,” Rafe closed the book, turning his eyes to you “And he’s not your Master anymore, okay? It’s me and you now. Just me and you.”

You tilted your head, nuzzling more into the pillow, “If I’m bad, you won’t send me back?”

“No, not ever,” Rafe said steadfastly. 

“You’ll punish me?”

Your words made him pause, and he could sense your worry, “I’m not going to hurt you, not in any real way,” Rafe’s hands found your waist, he gripped the bare skin beneath your nightgown, before his fingers roamed over your bottom, “You know how to be a good girl, right?”

You nodded, staring back, “Then you have nothing to worry about,” Rafe kissed you again, this time deeply and with the purpose of fully tasting you. He squeezed your bottom tight, pulling your front further against him so he could buck his hips against you. The book fell unread and to the wayside as Rafe roamed his hands over you. 

He should wait, he told himself. It was only your first day here, but you were all that he had been waiting for. The idea that he could have you anytime, anywhere, and anyway he wanted you excited him more. A moan escaped you, and Rafe knew you were overwhelmed with the sensations, but he liked the idea of you feeling too much. He wanted fear in your eyes, fear that you wouldn’t be able to take him, and then he wanted you to fully surrender to him. 

Rafe buried his face in your neck, kissing and sucking until you cried out. Rafe knew you were a good girl because you had obediently gotten into bed for the night without your panties. He wrapped a strong arm around your back, easily flipping you onto your back. Rafe pulled away, breathing heavily, as he looked down at you. 

“You okay, sweet girl?” Rafe asked, noticing your eyes were still closed. As you nodded, Rafe said, “Open your eyes for me.”

Rafe parted your legs further, reaching down to feel between your lips. Gently, he stroked up and down, feeling wetness at your entrance, “Tell Daddy how you like it.”

“I . . .” As he dipped a finger inside, your eyes shut again, squeezing tightly. This was a look of pleasure, Rafe noted, “Daddy-ah!”

“I think you want it gentle, hmm,” His index finger moved in and out slowly as his thumb caressed your clit, “I can be gentle, don’t worry.”

Rafe moved painfully slow, watching how every movement of his would change your facial expression. Once you were squeezing around his fingers and soaking the sheets, Rafe pulled down his sweatpants. He pressed his length against your entrance, watching your face as he pushed inside. You took a breath of air, your mouth forming an “o” shape as he slowly eased his way in and out. 

He pressed his body closer to you, your arms instinctively wrapping around his back, and he tucked his head beside yours, his breath caressing your ear. He was gentle like he said, but he had to test your limits and see how deep he could go. Your whimpers told him what he needed to know and he felt your nails begin to dig into his back.

“Daddy, d-daddy, daddy,” You moaned his name, sounding a bit delirious as you repeated it over and over. 

Rafe rocked harder against you, “Tell me. Say thank you for saving me Daddy.” 

“Thank you–” Your voice came out barely above a whisper but Rafe could hear your small voice in his ear, “Thank you for saving me, Daddy.” Your hips writhing beneath him, needing more of him, was the final thing that sent Rafe flying towards the edge of the cliff. 

He wanted to focus, to make himself last longer, but he needed you in that moment. His thrusts became shorter, and he sank deeper inside of you as he reached his peak, “Jesus,” Rafe gasped as you squeezed him tightly, your warmness pulsed around him, “Fuck.” 

He resisted his desire to stay inside of you forever, pulling out and slumping beside you. Rafe’s eyes were wide, and he found himself staring at the ceiling for a moment to process what happened. 

“Was that . . . good?” Your voice brought him back down to reality.

“Perfect, sweet girl,” Rafe took you in his arms, and you cuddled into his chest. Again, he whispered, “Jesus.”

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Part 2

[iuchamjohta]

For the better part 1 ft Jihyo

Hi all, I know i said sex swinger cruise part 2 will come out at the end of October, but I am having trouble writing some parts of it, so it is slightly delayed. Someone requested a Jihyo fic and I decided to try something new and write it in 3rd person! Enjoy!

Word count : 6354

Tags: Cheating, tit job

Tonight was special; her boyfriend Sungbin had finally returned after two long years of working abroad and Jihyo was determined to make it unforgettable. Their relationship had been a whirlwind of concert tours and distant phone calls, with only fleeting moments to connect.

Each late-night video chat had left her longing and eager for real intimacy. Jihyo genuinely believed that no number of fingers nor dildos could replace the real thing. The thought of finally getting some actions drove her more excited than ever. They had each other for a few days, since Twice world tour had just ended and she was going to try out every fantasy she had ever dreamed of.

Jihyo slipped into the sexiest outfit she owned. Standing in front of the mirror, she admired her curvy figure, dressed in a blue laced lingerie set that accentuated her full, round breasts that her bra could barely contain. She tied her hair in a high pony tail, a mischievous smile played on her lips as she anticipated the night's events. 

The doorbell rang, sending a rush of excitement through Jihyo. She took a deep breath, and naughtily opened the door in just her lingerie. Sungbin stood there, momentarily speechless. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of her—his heart raced at the sight of her in that figure-hugging outfit.

“Wow,” he finally managed, “You look… incredible.”

Jihyo smirked, leaning against the doorframe. “Are you going to keep staring, or are you going to come in?”

He shook his head, snapping out of his daze. “Sorry, I just—wow. It’s been too long.”

“Two years, to be exact,” she pouted, stepping aside to let him in. “You’d better make the most of it.”

As he stepped inside, the warmth of her presence enveloped him. He closed the door behind him and turned to face her, starting deeply into Jihyo’s eyes. “I intend to,” he said with a certain passion in his eyes.

“Good,” Jihyo said, taking a step closer. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.”

“Me too,” he replied, a smile breaking across his face.

In a swift motion, Jihyo closed the distance between them, her hands cupping his face as she pulled him into a passionate kiss. Their lips melded together, tongues entwining exemplifying the neediness and desperation. The absence of touch between them have caused this built up of desire and they were desperate to satisfy it tonight.

Sungbin's hands roamed over Jihyo's body, gripping her hips and pulling her closer. He could feel the heat radiating from her, his own cock slowly coming to life in the process.

Breaking the kiss, Jihyo trailed her lips along his jawline, nipping and sucking gently. She whispered in his ear, her breath hot against his skin, "I've missed you, baby."

Sungbin groaned, his hands now buried in Jihyo's hair to pull her up and holding her head as he kissed her fiercely again. He loved the sweet taste of her lips, as their tongue fought for dominance, exploring every inch of each other’s mouth. "You've been a naughty girl, Jihyo," he murmured between kisses.

“Mmm, I have” her hands sliding down his chest unbuttoning his shirt with ease. “And I am going to be naughtier with you right here, right now”

As Jihyo's nimble fingers undid the last button, Sungbin's shirt fell open, revealing his body. He was averagely built but Jihyo loved him not for his body anyways. She ran her hands over his skin, feeling his skin and the warmth of his body. Her touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure through him.

Sungbin pulled back, his eyes needy and desperate. "Take me to the bedroom, Jihyo. I want to feel you, all of you."

With a wicked giggle, Jihyo took his hand and led him down the hall, every step leading them closer to the promised fulfilment of their needs. The anticipation was killing them both, their desire building with every moment that passed. As they entered the bedroom, Jihyo closed the door behind them, before moving teasingly towards the bed.

As Jihyo approached the bed, she swayed her hips seductively, Sungbin's breath quickened, he could feel his cock straining tighter against his pants as he stared at her movements, slowly being hypnotised by the swinging of her ass.

She climbed onto the bed, before beckoning a finger for Sungbin to come over.

“You like what you see, baby? Jihyo seductively teased.

Sungbin's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of her. Her breasts, full and heavy, strained against the lace as if trying to burst out and her hips, curved, he needed Jihyo and he needed her badly. He stepped forward joining her on the bed, his hands sliding around her waist, pulling her close.

Their lips met in another passionate kiss, tongues dancing, and hands exploring each other's bodies. Sungbin cupped her full breasts, his thumbs teasing her erect nipples, through the thin fabric. With a swift motion, he unhooked the bra, leaving her breast in display of its full glory.

“You’re incredible, I can’t get enough of you”

Jihyo smiled “Then don’t hold back baby. Show me how much you want me.”

Sungbin lowered his head towards her chest. His warm breath washed over her nipples, causing them to pebble even further. Jihyo arched her back, offering herself to him, as Sungbin took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then with increasing fervor. His tongue flicked and teased, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She moaned, her fingers tightening in his hair, urging him on.

Sungbin switched to her other breast, lavishing the same attention on it, while his hand cupped the one he had just pleasured, squeezing and kneading it gently. Jihyo's head fell back, her eyes fluttering closed as she reveled in the sensations.

"You taste so fucking good," Sungbin murmured between licks and sucks. His hand slid down her body, reaching the waistband of her panties. With a swift motion, he slipped them off, leaving Jihyo completely exposed and wanting.

As Sungbin continued to feast on her breasts, his fingers found her snatch, sliding effortlessly into her warm folds. Jihyo gasped, her hips thrusting forward, seeking more of his touch. He stroked her clit, circling it with his thumb, while his fingers plunged in and out of her slick pussy.

"Oh yes, more Sungbin”

Sungbin's mouth left her breast, and he looked up at her with passion. "I want to taste all of you,"

Taking a step back, his eyes feasted on her, taking in every inch of her flawless skin, the curves that drove him wild. Jihyo smiled, her heart pounding with excitement, knowing that her body drove her boyfriend wild.

Kneeling before her, Sungbin gently spread her legs, revealing her glistening pussy. Jihyo's breath caught in her throat as she watched him lean forward, his tongue darting out to tease her sensitive bud. He licked her slowly, savoring her flavor, before plunging his tongue deep inside her, eliciting a moan from Jihyo.

"Mmm, you're so delicious," Sungbin groaned, his words muffled against her flesh. He lapped at her hungrily, his tongue flicking her clit with each pass. Jihyo's hands moved to his head, threading her fingers through his hair, holding him wanting more pleasure.

“More please”

Sungbin added his fingers, sliding them with ease while his tongue continued to dance over her sensitive bundle of nerves. His thrusted his fingers the best he could and drove them deeper with every thrust, yet Jihyo felt rather unsatisfied, she felt something was missing but she could not pinpoint exactly what it was. Chasing more pleasure, she arches her back and push her hips towards Sungbin, hoping this would help.

After a few more moments realising this was still not good enough, Jihyo decided to take control of the situation. She pushed him gently onto his back, straddling him, her pussy just inches from his face.

With that, she began to grind her hips, rubbing her wetness against his mouth. Sungbin moaned, his tongue darting out to taste her. Jihyo's pussy slowly became wetter in this position, she loved the way she could control the pleasure she received and the way Sunbgin was made to worship her with his mouth, licking and sucking eagerly without any protest.

"Mmm, that's it," she encouraged, her voice breathy. "Eat me, Sungbin. Make me cum with your mouth."

Sungbin eagerly obeyed, he was lapping away eagerly at the juice that was flowing. Jihyo bucked her hips more vigorously, grinding harder her moans getting louder with every moment. But just as she was on the brink of orgasm. Sungbin pulled away, panting.

“Jihyo, sorry could you help take care of this first” Sungbin pointed at the bulging tent at his pants which was painfully erected for some quite some time.

Frustrated, Jihyo got off Sungbin. Despite her frustration, she did not want to come across as simply using him as her sex toy, after all she believed that a relationship was about giving as well.

“I want to taste you, Sungbin, to feel you full in my mouth” Jihyo said, trying to maintain the passion between them.

As she sank to her knees before him, Sungbin's breath quickened. He was already hardened, his cock throbbed as it responded to her words. Jihyo's hands reached for his belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease. She unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his legs, revealing his straining erection. Sungbin was under average in size about 4 inches but at this point Jihyo still believe size didn’t matter, it was simply all about love.

Her fingers wrapped around his length, stroking him gently, eliciting a low groan from Sungbin. Jihyo leaned forward, her breath hot against his sensitive skin as she teased the head of his cock with her tongue. Sungbin's hands tangled in her hair, guiding her, urging her on.

"That's it, Jihyo," he urged, his voice thick with desire. "Suck me, baby."

Jihyo obliged, taking him into her mouth, her lips sliding down his length. She sucked and teased, her tongue swirling around the head, driving Sungbin wild. Her hands cupped his balls, massaging them gently as she worked her magic. Sungbin's eyes rolled back in pleasure, his head thrown back as he surrendered to the sensations.

Jihyo's mouth moved faster, her lips sliding up and down his shaft, she could easily take his entire length granted it was not that much of a challenge with his size anyways, but to Sungbin, this felt felt incredible. Sungbin's breathing grew ragged, his hips thrusting gently, meeting her rhythm. The room was filled with sounds of Sungbin's desperate grunts.

"I'm gonna cum, Jihyo," Sungbin warned, his voice strained.

This had merely been less than 5 minutes but Sungbin was already aroused beyond measure. Jihyo only increased her pace, her mouth working feverishly. She wanted to taste him, to feel his release on her tongue. Sungbin's hands tightened in her hair, his body tensing as he climaxed. Jihyo swallowed him down, taking every drop, her mouth working until he was spent.

Sungbin slumped back against the bed, his body trembling with the aftermath of his orgasm. Jihyo smiled up at him, her lips glistening with his essence. 

"That was incredible, Jihyo," Sungbin managed, 

Jihyo's eyes sparkled "Oh, baby, I'm just getting started."

“Hold on, I need a 10-minute break”

Jihyo remained positive, believing that she too would have her fair share of pleasure, and this would not be a one-sided session. Jihyo continued to touch herself chasing any form of pleasure she could get in the meanwhile.

“Hyo, mind helping me get it up again” Sungbin asked pointing towards his flacid cock.

Jihyo reached again for his flacid cock. With gentle strokes, she tried to bring it back to life. Noticing that Sungbin was staring intently at her huge chest, she knew what could get him back to full hardness in a second.

Leaning forward, she positioned his cock between her ample cleavage, the soft flesh enveloping his length. Jihyo's hands cupped her breasts, holding them in place as she began to move, sliding up and down, her skin warm and silky against his sensitive flesh.

Sungbin groaned, his hands reaching up to caress her breasts, squeezing them as she continued her sensual torture. With a few more pumps, Sungbin was back to his full length.

"Fuck, Jihyo," "Your tits feel so good."

Jihyo increased her pace, her breasts massaging his length, her hands squeezing her breast she worked his shaft with precision. Sungbin's eyes were fixed on the sight before him, his small cock fully disappearing between Jihyo’s deep cleavage.

"You like that, baby?" Jihyo teased,

"You like my tits wrapped around your hard cock?"

"Fuck, yes," Sungbin groaned, his hands gripping her shoulders urging her on. "Don't stop, Jihyo. I'm close."

Jihyo, sensing his impending release, pulled away, leaving Sungbin on the edge. She had been denied pleasure once, and she was not going to fall for the same mistake again.

"Not yet," "I want you to fuck me first."

She positioned herself above him, guiding his hard cock to her entrance. With one swift motion, she impaled herself on his length, taking him deep inside her. Sungbin groaned, his eyes closing in bliss as Jihyo's tight, wet heat enveloped him.

"Oh yes, Jihyo," he moaned, his hands gripping her hips. "Ride me, baby."

Jihyo began to move, her hips rolling in a sensual rhythm, taking him in deep, then sliding back up until just the tip of his cock remained inside her. She leaned forward, her hands braced on his chest, as she set a relentless pace, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Sungbin grunted, his body tense with the effort of holding back his release.

Jihyo smiled down at him, her eyes heavy with lust. "You like that, baby? You like my tight pussy gripping your cock?"

"Yes, fuck yes," he panted, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts, squeezing and kneading them.

Jihyo's moans grew louder as she rode him, her body glistening with sweat. She wanted to continue like this so that she too can chase her orgasm, but Sungbin's endurance was waning. With a final, desperate thrust, he arched his back, his body tensing as he filled Jihyo with his hot cum.

"Oh god, Jihyo," he gasped, his eyes fluttering shut.

Jihyo felt his release, but it wasn't enough to satisfy her. He had barely lasted for a few minutes. She wanted more; she needed to be thoroughly fucked, she has yet to even orgasm once throughout the sex. As Sungbin lay beneath her, spent and satisfied, she could see the exhaustion in his eyes.

"Baby, I'm not done yet," Jihyo whispered, her voice laced with desire. "I need more. Fuck me again, please."

Sungbin opened his eyes, his love for her still evident, but his body was telling a different story. "Jihyo, I... I need a moment. You're incredible, but I can't...I’m sorry"

Frustrated, Jihyo got off Sungbin, as her hand found its way between her thighs. Dipping her fingers dipping into her wetness, she used her thumb to search for her aching clit. She needed relief, and she was determined to find it, even if it meant taking matters into her own hands. Jihyo thrusted her fingers desperately as she fucked herself, and with a few frenzied pushes, she finally reached her first orgasm as pleasure rippled through her bodies.

Jihyo collapsed onto the bed beside Sungbin, their bodies sticky with sweat. “Sorry hyo, I couldn’t last that long.”

“No worries babe, I loved it anyways” She smiled through her hidden pain and dissatisfaction, lying to ensure Sungbin did not feel bad about it.

The next few days weren’t any better. Every steamy session they had, each time they touched, the feeling of arousal became dimmer and dimmer. He would cum too quickly, his dick was too small to make her feel much, and to Jihyo, Sungbin was rather selfish about his own pleasure. Sex became predictable and mechanical ; suck him off for a few minutes and he would cum. Jihyo would then have to touch herself to get off while Sungbin would drift off to sleep exhausted again after the session.

Her frustration slowly started to build up. Was it herself? Was love not sufficient to ignite that arousal? Was she just too needy and demanding in bed? As these questions piled up, they affected her mood and behavior over the next few days. One afternoon, while sitting on the couch, Momo noticed Jihyo becoming increasingly stressed and decided to check in.

“What’s wrong?” Momo asked gently.

Jihyo sighed, being on the verge of her impeding annoyance, Jihyo instantly poured out.

“I’ve been feeling really frustrated. I thought love would be enough, but it’s not. I keep wondering if I’m too needy or if I expect too much. Sungbin and I aren’t connecting the way I want, especially when it comes to sex. I thought it would come naturally, but it just isn’t happening.”

Momo leaned closer, her concern evident. “Have you talked to him about it?"

“I’ve tried, but I’m scared of hurting his feelings,” Jihyo admitted. “I don’t want him to think I’m just using him for sex too, I do love him afterall.”

Jihyo turned to Momo, curiosity sparking in her eyes. “What about you? You dated a Korean guy before—how did you cope when he wasn’t satisfying in bed?”

Momo chuckled softly, remembering her past. “Well, I explored other options to gain that fulfilment,”

Jihyo raised an eyebrow intrigued. “Other options, meaning?”

“There’s this privately encoded app called K-lust, designed for booking hunks for casual encounters. It might sound a bit bold, but it helped me with fulfilling the need my boyfriend couldn’t”

Jihyo hesitated, her brow furrowing with guilt at the thought of cheating. “I don’t know, Momo. It feels kind of wrong to even consider it, especially since I’m in a relationship.”

Momo nodded, understanding her conflict. “I get that. I felt this way too at the start” But it’s also important to think about your own needs. Exploring what you want doesn’t necessarily mean you have to hurt anyone.”

Jihyo bit her lip, her curiosity battling with her conscience, she was clearly interested. “I don’t want to feel like I’m betraying him. It just feels so complicated.”

“Totally understandable,” Momo said gently. “Maybe you could approach it as a way to understand your own desires better. If it helps you figure out what you need, it might even make your relationship stronger in the long run.”

Jihyo laid back onto the couch, tempted at the idea but still battling with the guilt within her “I…I just don’t want to do anything I’ll regret.”

To further reassure her, Momo continued, “You know, tons of idols actually use this app. They’ve designed it to protect users, so you can feel safe while exploring. Plus, the guys on there are experienced at fulfilling needs, so you wouldn’t have to worry about anything.”

Jihyo was shocked at the knowledge that many of her peers in her industry uses it but that gave her a sense of security and assurance, that she was not in this alone. It made sense afterall, many idols barely have time to date, much less have release for their pent-up sexual needs.

“See it as a way to explore what you want in a safe environment. And if it doesn’t feel right, you can always walk away, no one will ever find out about this” Momo added

“Thank you, Momo. I appreciate this” Jihyo said, a smile breaking through her earlier tension.

“Anything for you, unnie,” Momo replied warmly. “I’m always here for you. We could organise a session together if you would like” Momo cheekily teased.

“YAH! No thank you, you freak! I will not like to see your body naked”

“Fine unnie, I’ll drop you the link to the app so you can check it out”.

That night, Jihyo found herself unable to shake her curiosity about the app. It kept replaying in her mind, stirring a mix of excitement. Her heart raced as she thought about the possibilities. After another disappointing session with Sungbin, she felt an urge to explore what else was out there. Feeling a surge of determination, her thumb hovered the link Momo had sent and downloaded the app.

The profile setup was simple, which made it easy for Jihyo to dive in. As she took a picture of herself, she felt confident about her chest and decided to highlight it a tad more. Scrolling through the features felt like a new adventure. She could literally book any men, asked for any fantasy, or any setting/theme she wanted. She could even book multiple men , but that was too ambitious for her at this moment.

As Jihyo scrolled through profiles, one particular man caught her eye: Tae. He was undeniably handsome and muscular with a youthful charm that radiated from his pictures. What intrigued her even more were his high ratings, reflecting his experience and satisfaction among users. But the detail that truly captured her attention was his impressive 6.5 inches. Jihyo’s heart raced at the thought, and she found herself drawn to his profile. This could be the opportunity she had been looking for—a chance to explore her desires with someone who seemed confident and capable.

After contemplating for about 10 minutes, wrestling with her thoughts, Jihyo felt a rush of courage and clicked “Book” to arrange a meeting with Tae. Almost instantly, a chat window opened, and she found herself messaging him.

“Hey, I’m glad you reached out!” Tae replied warmly. “How about we meet at my company’s studio? It has a private room and we can have some fun without any interruptions.”

Jihyo’s heart raced at the suggestion. She hesitated for just a moment, but the excitement of the unknown pushed her to consider it. “That sounds great! What time were you thinking?” she typed back, her pulse quickening at the prospect of this new adventure.

“Perfect! How about tomorrow at 6 PM?” Tae replied almost immediately.

Jihyo’s heart fluttered at the quick response. “That works for me!” she typed back, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

“Awesome! I’ll send you the address and some details. Looking forward to it!” Tae wrote, and Jihyo could feel the excitement building inside her. This was really happening, and she couldn’t wait to see where the evening would lead. This could solve the deep dissatisfaction lingering inside Jihyo. She felt guilty still, but a part of her felt compelled to venture into the unknown, to take a step of faith and try something different.

The next day arrived quickly, and Jihyo found herself heading to the secluded building with a mix of excitement and nerves. As she approached the entrance, she felt her heart racing, imagining what the evening might hold. She had picked another sexy outfit for tonight wanting to impress Tae as well, one that showed an ample amount of her cleavage.

The building was tucked away from the bustling city. When she reached the address it looked just like any other retail mall per say, but it was a huge establishment of at least 15 stories and she wondered if the whole building belonged to K-lust. She took a deep breath, reminding herself that this was an opportunity to explore and stepped into the building. Inside looked normal with a receptionist, but not wanting to garner any attention she avoided eye contact with anybody and headed to the floor and room that Tae had told her about.

When she finally reached, she was greeted by Tae, who was even more charming in person. “Hey! You made it,” he said with a warm smile, instantly easing some of her tension.

Jihyo couldn’t help but blush as she took in Tae’s muscular physique and striking good looks. His confident stance and warm smile made her heart race even faster. The way his shirt clung to his toned body only added to her excitement, and she felt a flutter of nerves and anticipation.

“Wow, you look amazing,” she subconsciously said causing her cheeks heating up.

Tae chuckled softly, a playful glint in his eyes. “Thanks! You look incredible too. I’m glad we could meet like this.”

Jihyo smiled, feeling a mix of shyness and thrill. This feeling was what she had been hoping for—a chance to explore her desires with someone that can make her feel something.  

“Shall we begin with some drinks to relax?” Tae suggested. He poured two glasses of champagne and handed one over to Jihyo.

They clinked glasses, and Jihyo felt the tension start to melt away as they sipped the bubbly drink. They chatted and laughed, sharing stories and getting to know each other better. Jihyo loved how considerate Tae was about her throughout the whole time, not just rushing her for sex but how Tae came across genuine in wanting to know more about her needs. With each sip, the atmosphere grew warmer and more intimate, the initial nerves fading into a comfortable ease.

As the conversation flowed, Jihyo found herself drawn to Tae’s easy charm and genuine interest in her. Sensing the shift in the atmosphere, Tae leaned in slightly and said, “Ready to begin what you came here for? Today is all about you. Don’t worry; I’ll take good care of you.”

Jihyo felt a thrill run through her at his words. His confidence was reassuring, and she could see the sincerity in his eyes. “I’m…. ready,” she replied, her heart pounding with excitement yet a slight nervousness at the same time. She was about to cheat on her boyfriend after all but she had to fulfil her needs and before her stood Tae whom she knew would give her a night of her life.

Tae’s smile widened, and he moved a little closer, the warmth between them palpable. “Just relax and enjoy. I want to make this a memorable experience for you,” he said.

Jihyo had previously wondered if Tae would think less of her for not being experienced or adventurous enough. But her worries were quickly fading away at the sound of Tae deep but inviting voice.

Tae's proximity stirred something deep within her—a yearning that had been building during her unsatisfying relationship. She found herself on her tiptoes, her lips seeking his, and Tae was more than happy to oblige.

Their lips met in a passionate kiss—hungry, desperate, and deep. Tae's hands slid down to grasp her plump ass through her green dress, pulling her against his hardening cock. Jihyo moaned into the kiss, her hands sliding up his chest to tangle in his hair. She felt his tongue skillfully invade her mouth, and she duelled with him, her shyness melting away under the heat of their passionate embrace.

Tae eventually broke the kiss, leaving Jihyo breathless and wanting more. He nuzzled her neck, his lips brushing against her sensitive skin as he rained kisses along her jawline. "You are so sexy Jihyo”

Jihyo blushes shyly at his words, for some reason even though those words could be said by Sungbin her boyfriend, coming from this young hunk made her feel something different, something more affectionate. Jihyo felt incredibly aroused, she knew her panties were soaked even though they had barely begun.

"I’m glad to be the privileged one that you booked” Tae whispered huskily. He swept her into his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently.

Tae stood at the edge of the bed, slowly shedding his suit jacket and undoing his tie.

Jihyo watched him intently, her breath quickening as he revealed his sculpted chest and ripped abs. He toed off his shoes and slid out of his pants, revealing tight black boxer briefs, his hard shaft slightly peeking out due to its length. Jihyo's eyes widened at the impressive bulge, her pussy clenching with need. He was indeed as big as he had advertised.

Tae joined her on the bed, hovering over her as he traced a finger along her jawline. "You are so beautiful, Jihyo," "And I plan to worship every inch of your body." Jihyo felt her body shivered in anticipation at his words. She had never been treated this way.

He kissed her again, a deep, passionate kiss that left Jihyo breathless. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her full breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples to hard peaks through the fabric of her dress. Jihyo arched her back, pressing herself into his experienced touch, craving more, craving the satisfaction that her boyfriend could never provide her with.

Tae slowly undid her dress, gently sliding it off her shoulders to pool at her waist before removing it completely. He broke away from their kiss to admire her naked body, his eyes dark with desire. "So perfect," he breathed

Jihyo blushed under his intense gaze, her nipples tightening further as she felt his eyes roaming over her curves. She reached out, trailing her fingernails lightly over the defined planes of his chest, reveling in the feel of his hard muscles under her touch.

Tae captured her hand, kissing her palm gently before bringing it to his mouth. He sucked on her fingers one by one, his eyes locked with hers, and Jihyo felt a molten heat pool between her thighs. She bit her lip, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the sensation.

Tae released her hand and gently pushed her back against the bed, kissing a trail down her neck, along her collarbone, and lower, until he reached the valley between her heaving breasts. He paused there, his breath warm against her sensitive skin, before moving to one of her peaks taking it into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue and teeth.

Jihyo gasped, her hands tangling in his hair as she held him to her. "Oh yes," she moaned, her head tossing back against the pillows. "Please, don't stop."

Tae chuckled and sucked harder sending pleasure through Jihyo's sensitive breasts. He lavished attention on her other nipple, swirling his tongue around the bud before gently biting it, causing Jihyo to cry out.

He continued his descent, placing soft kisses along her ribcage and down her flat stomach, his hands gently caressing her soft skin. Jihyo squirmed beneath him, her breath coming in short gasps as she anticipated his next move.

Tae's hands slid down to the tie of her underwear, still loosely knotted at her waist. With a slow, deliberate movement, he untied it, opening it to reveal her slick, glistening pussy. Tae looked up at Jihyo, ensuring she was doing okay before lowering his head to taste her. The attention Tae paid to her body, made her feel warm and comfortable, she knew this night was about her pleasure, it was the privilege that Sungbin always get to feel but not her. Tonight, the roles have finally reversed.

Tae’s tongue swirled over her clit, sending sparks of pleasure through Jihyo's body. She moaned, her hips bucking off the bed as Tae lapped at her, his hands gently prying her thighs apart to give him better access. He inserted a finger into her tight, wet cunt, curling it to find that sweet spot that had Jihyo rolling her eyes back in pleasure. Tae was so experienced unlike her boyfriend, every of his touch deliberate and intentional which drove Jihyo to a new world.

"Oh my God... Tae," Jihyo panted, her head thrashing from side to side as she neared her peak. "I'm so close... so close..." Jihyo could not believe her body was responding so eagerly even though they had just began.

Tae hummed against her clit, sending vibrations through her sensitive flesh, as he added another finger, stretching and filling her. "Come for me, beautiful," he urged, his voice husky. "Let me feel you cum around my fingers." This was all It took, hearing his deep husky but commanding voice.

“TAEEEE” Jihyo screamed his name as her orgasm crashed over her, her body shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her. Tae continued to lick and suck at her sensitive clit, drawing out her orgasm until she was a quivering mess, pleading for mercy. This was the first time, sex had been solely about her, and the first time, she had come before her partner.

Tae finally relented, climbing up her body to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along her neck. Jihyo whimpered, her body still humming with aftershocks as Tae nipped at her earlobe. "That was just the beginning, baby," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "I plan to make you cum over and over again."

Jihyo moaned, her pussy throbbing with arousal at his words, her fingers digging into his broad shoulders.

"Please... I want you inside me. Now."

Tae's cock twitched at her needy tone, and he couldn't suppress his hungry smirk. "As you wish, beautiful."

He positioned himself between her thighs and grabbed his throbbing cock, lining up the tip with her dripping entrance. Jihyo was dripping wet at this point and no additional lubricant was needed. However, Tae, wanting her experience to the best , spat on his hand and gave his hard cock a few strokes to ensure it was fully lubed. Then, with one smooth, thrust, he slid into her slowly, inching in little by little, not wanting to hurt Jihyo.

Jihyo gasped at the sensation of being stretched and filled by Tae's impressive length. Her eyes widened as she felt him pushing in deeper and deeper burying his shaft to the hilt. She felt so full, so well pleasured, a sensation she had never experienced with her previous boyfriend.

Tae stilled, giving her a moment to adjust to his size. He leaned down, nuzzling her neck and whispering softly. "You like that, baby? You like being stretched by my big cock?"

Jihyo felt a rush of warmth between her thighs at his dirty talk. She nodded, her voice a breathy whisper. "Yes... feels so good... so much bigger than my boyfriend's."

Tae growled at her admission; he did not expect Jihyo to mention about her boyfriend but that turned him on even more, being the one to fulfil the gap her useless boyfriend couldn’t. His hands gripped her hips tightly as he began to move in slow but firm pumps. Tae would withdraw almost entirely, leaving just the tip inside, before slamming back into her with a slow, deep thrust.

"Oh fuck... you are stretching me out so good" Jihyo moaned, her eyes rolling to the back of her head at the delicious friction. She met his thrusts, her hips rising to greet each delicious stroke. "Harder, Tae... please, fuck me harder."

Tae obliged, quickening the pace and increasing the force of his thrusts. The bed creaked in rhythm with their passionate fucking, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the room. Tae's balls slapped against Jihyo's ass, and she cried out with each powerful thrust, encouraging him to go harder, faster.

Tae reached between their sweaty bodies, his fingers finding her swollen clit. He rubbed circles around it as he pounded into her, his own orgasm building as he felt Jihyo's pussy clench around his cock.

"Cum for me again, baby," he grunted, his breath hot against her ear. "Let me feel that tight pussy milk my big cock."

Jihyo screamed as her orgasm washed over her, her pussy contracting around Tae's cock, forming a tight fit around the full length of his shaft. This was the first time; someone has made her cum multiple times.  Tae thrust into her a few more times, but the grip her pussy had on his shaft felt overwhelming and he was unable to hold back any longer.

"Fuck, Jihyo... I'm gonna cum," he groaned, his voice strained as he reached his peak.

“Outside please!” Jihyo begged, not comfortable with being bred by a stranger’s cock.

With a few more powerful thrusts, Tae pulled out and unleashed his load all over her body, painting her body with his warm cum. His cock twitched as the remaining drops fell unto her stomach.

They layed beside each other, their hearts pounding and their breath coming in ragged gasps.

"That was incredible," she murmured, voice filled with satisfaction. The sexual frustration that she felt was adequately fulfilled, no longer bothering her as much.

Jihyo smiled, a glowing warmth spreading through her. "Thank you for this," She snuggled closer to him, her hand gently stroking his chest. For a first time, this was sufficient for Jihyo, she did not want to go overboard after all. She still loved Sungbin and did not want to hurt him.

After a short rest, Tae helped Jihyo get up and Jihyo headed for the showers to wash up quickly.

As she stepped out of the shower, feeling refreshed yet still a bit flustered. Tae was already waiting for her by the door when she emerged. “I’ve emailed you the link of the recording of your session,” he said.

Jihyo’s eyes widened in shock. The reality of what that meant hit her, and she felt a rush of embarrassment wash over her. “The session is… recorded”

“Oh yea, it is mentioned in our terms and conditions that unless you specify otherwise, we will be recording the sessions for your own personal use, don’t worry it is heavily protected.”

“Hope to see you again Jihyo!”

Jihyo hesitated but accepted the reality, her cheeks burning as she turned to leave quickly. Outside, she took a deep breath, trying to shake off the mix of feelings swirling within her. On one hand, she felt a tinge of guilt, that she has just cheated, yet on the other hand she felt thoroughly satisfied.

She opened her email, and she couldn’t deny the impeding curiosity forming within her, making her want to click that link, to view the footage of her sinful but pleasurable night. Eventually she clicked away and headed home, yet deep down , she couldn’t help but wonder if she might return to explore what the universe of K-Lust have to offer again.

(To be continued)

Notes

Will be focusing my attention on getting chapter two out, give me maybe two weeks and I should be done! Cheers everybody. Hope you enjoyed this.