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Cw for questionably sanitary sexual practices: was thinking if prestidigitation would be enough to go ass to mouth with a strap and I should go to jail probably
#cw butt stuff#sorry#i think i wouldn't do it for a few reasons mostly that i have a better idea#but i thought i should inflict this on people
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*kicks down door* have you done butt stuff with yami yet orâŠ
well see the thing is â
#cw butt stuff#answered#yamiken#but to answer your question - HAHAHAHAHAHA yes of course itâs me local butt stuff enjoyer#but walk with me talk with me imagine you meet this woman who is a virgin who u can tell is freaky under the lady stuff#so gradually she comes out of her shell and starts asking you for the stuff you arenât expecting to come out of her mouth#asking for sloppy asking for rough asking for bossy asking for (you guessed it) even the naughtiest of stuff#bc thatâs yamiâs life HAHAHAHA#but tbh he does start it bc he loves to eat ass itâs part of the entire oral package with him he was doing that after like a month of#~*teaching*~ and he always assumed Iâd be into more judging by how into it I was but I straight up tell him Iâd like to have him elsewhere#and heâs like donât speak in riddles you know im not smart enough for them what do you want#and im like donât say that about yourself but Iâd like youâŠin my and heâs like your ass you want me to fuck your ass and im blushing#and nodding but smiling and heâs like dear god what did I do to land me here#so we do butt stuff yes we do <3
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thinking of bottom toji but like... him talking you through your first time ever fucking somebody. the soft and affirming grunt when your hips give the first experimental thrust. his fingers digging into the back of your neck, bringing you in for a kiss when it starts to feel really good. you start to feel more confident, spurred on by his moans, by the flush on his cheeks, by the sight of his cock leaking onto his stomach. you wrap a hand around his dick and pump it slowly, matching the pace of your thrusts, further amplify the sensation by nipping at his sensitive neck. asking him "does this feel good? do you like feeling me this deep?" and for the first time, this big man feels flustered. giving him a taste of his own medicine, further prodding in a teasing voice. "use your words, toji. does it feel good?"
#mercury speaks#cw pegging#cw butt stuff#something abt him being shameless but also getting shy#u feel me?
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Mdni
The thought of getting a gold buttplug with an aventurine stone in it and not telling aven about it has been plaguing me. He doesnât discover it until he gets my pants down and honestly i think it momentarily breaks his brain just a little.
#the pixie speaks#cw butt stuff#not putting this in the main tag#this is just a thought thats been haunting me since i took a nap earlier today#running away now
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still not over vamp!sae...the fact when he eats you out from yhe back.. but also feeds his thirtss..and you syart losing conscoiusness... your body giving.. you cant tell if its bec overstimuaktion or losing blood ...
#I NEED HIN TO MAKE ME PASS OUTT AND DRINK LIKE QUENCH LIKE HES BEEN THIRSTY FOR CENTURIES...#sae <3#cw blood#cw butt stuff
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Our father used leaded solder putting together pipes that went to garden hoses on a dock.
Unrelated (ADHD) a garden hose up my dergie derg butt sounds lovely rn.
aren't you tired of all of this? don't you want to just drink directly from the garden hose?
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Here's your biannual reminder to check in on your exmo moots and queerstake moots cause general conference is coming up (i believe it's this weekend?). Be extra gentle with them rn, they're probably going through a lot of emotions.
#byrd chirps#byrd is an exmo#exmo#exmormon#im feeling very exmo in this chilis tonight#ex mormon#exmo stuff#exvangelical#religious trauma#queerstake#i know exmos and queerstake folks might butt heads sometimes but i think we can all agree that general conference brings a lot of emotions#cw religion#cw religious trauma#exlds#ex lds#tumblrstake#apostake
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vee said peace is not an option @fromriches-tosin
every now and then I think about being literally rendered speechless seeing the tiffany diamond in person and then imagine it resting tastefully in reinerâs cleavage and hm. much 2 think about
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oh ass play
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Tumblr, I realize it's pride month. Which,, yippee. As a bi person, I'm happy about that. What I'm not super excited about, though? Ads about butt shavers for "bottom prep" and hair removal tools for your butthole. Then of course, a mobile game ad that relies on having showing a woman's cheeks
None of these are super explicit or bad, just for the record. If anything, they're just awkward, and they make me feel the need to shield my phone from other people's view whenever I'm scrolling tumblr in public or when I'm around my family
#not skeleton stuff#rambles#tumblr ads#sighs heavily#i can live with the one that has the ladies buttcheeks out#that's easy to scroll past#the other stuff though??#if my mom saw a dudes ass in panties. or whatever you wanna call that#if she saw that on my phone she'd tease me about it forever#cw butts#cw suggestive#kinda sorta
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Good news! My colonoscopy was normal this time! No new polyps and I donât have to go back for 7 years
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[ SMAU ] đđđđđđđ ! in which the jujutsu kaisen men and reader discuss butt stuff .
â incl . satoru gojo , suguru geto , kento nanami , toji fushiguro , choso kamo
â cw . profanity , m!receiving anal , minor slut shaming
â an . (1.) i am working on OH next chapter, itâs taking a while bc my pc was hacked but we are so back, (2.) gojo is 100% a pain slut im sorry i dont make the rules
â join my discord server! we share headcanons, fanfic recs, color roles, and more drooling emoji
likes and reblogs are appreciated !
#â đđđâđ đđđđđđđđ â#jjk smau#jjk texts#jjk x reader#jjk fluff#jjk smut#toji smut#nanami smut#geto smut#choso smut#gojo smut#gojo x reader#gojo smau#toji x reader#toji headcanons#geto x reader#nanami x reader#choso x reader
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The way he gets off on the embarrassment of it
Eating your ass one day so you can see how good it feels then a couple days later he makes you beg him for it
ILL BE SICK
BEGGING NAOYA FOR ANYTHING... REM, I WILL BE UNWELL!
the satisfaction he'd feel when you come crawling back, whining and nuzzling at his palm because you want something but you're too ashamed to admit what. him telling you spit it out, wife, tell yer man what you need. if you think it stops there, you're wrong. that's when he'd really ramp it up, have you present yourself to him like a fucking animal in heat while he sits there with his feet kicked up, admiring what's his.
#mercury speaks#tw misogyny#cw butt stuff#special rem tag#me when i die#is that what you want? you want me to die?
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NEVER LOSE ME âĄ
âȘ flo milli â never lose me âȘ
TELL ME YOU DONT NEVER WANNA LOSE ME!
pairing: rafe cameron + bunny!reader àȘââŽââč âĄ
synopsis: being in a relationship with rafe, things are always easy on you and your bunny brain. until theyâre not.
cw: butt stuff, violence, blood, alcohol mentions, reader is kind of a bimbo, kind of dumbification? mean!rafe, canon spoilers, shoupe, criminal activity, manipulation/threats, slut shaming, mentions of drugs. the âdadâ nickname and daddy kink âĄ
Your vanity table was your place of peace.
Pink powder puffs and abused beauty blenders. Shimmery MAC gloss. That one blush pallette with the rabbit engraving that was too pretty to use. When you were sat at that table, everything was okay. You were in girl world, with glitter particles floating like fairies in the air around you and that one lipstick swatch on the back of your hand. It was easy to lose time, there were just so many important decisions to make. What lipliner with what gloss? Are you doing glitter in your inner corners today or not? Probably yes, there was never a wrong time for glitter. However it was only the country club you were visiting, and you were meant to be there twenty-five minutes ago. Being a girl is hard.
The country club was where you and Rafe had locked eyes for the first time. You remember it so clearly, not so much like a fairytale but more so like a sexy 2000s movie where the hot people end up together. You were new to the neighbourhood, a pretty young thing wandering into the Kook club with nothing but a shoulder bag and a skirt that clung to your ass cheeks.
Rafe did a double take when he first saw you, the sort they do in cartoons. You were the first girl heâd seen that dressed skimpy and yet still looked expensive, all dressed in virginal white with endless amounts of skin on display. Heâd licked his lips, squinting across the golf course as he aimlessly swung his club in circles, tuning out of whatever-the-fuck it was Topper was complaining about this week. At first, for a few seconds anyway â he didnât know if he wanted you or hated you for walking in here looking like that, knowing youâd be the talk of the town and the visage behind every guy at the country clubs wet dreams. Youâd looked back at him and nervously bit at your manicured finger nail, offering a demure smile. There was something unsure and innocent about you, which confirmed how he felt â if his dick jumping in his pants wasnât enough. He had to have you.
He vowed to get to know you, force his way into your life â and thatâs exactly what he did. He would have felt like a creep, eyeing you from across the bar and asking everyone he could what they knew about the new girl â if you didnât make it so apparent you were doing the same. You made friends quickly with that bubbly, ditsy, happy-go-lucky attitude of yoursâ and were soon to sit at the tables outside overlooking the golf course in clusters, whispering through cupped palms and giggles when Rafe and his crew would pass by. Heâd act all nonchalant at first, but as he chews at his gum obnoxiously, he couldnât stop the smirk from curling his lips up. Even his friends would shove at his shoulders excitably. This shit is so high school, heâd think. It was time to make a move.
And so he did â he made sure everyone saw too. Pulling up in his truck out the front of the club, graciously turning down the Future song booming from the speakers to wind his window down and lean out of it with that million-dollar Cameron-man smile. âYou leavinâ here by yourself? Look, let me drive you, âkay? Been meaning to talk to you anyway, beautiful.â
Heâd made sure everyone saw you climbing into the passenger seat of his car. Rafe and the new girl. If Rafe had swooped on her, she was pretty much off the market. Word spread fast, and you were his before heâd even asked you to be. Things took off fast, and with Rafes status came your own. You were untouchable, unpunishable, Kildares sweetheart. A mystery to some. Where did she come from? Is it true X tried to take a shot at her? Everyone knows sheâs Rafe Cameronâs girl.
The rest is history â dates, excessive spoiling, meeting The famous Ward Cameron, Rafe breaking that virgin cunt in the same night. Things moved at the perfect pace and you couldnât be happier. Rafe just made life so easy for you, to the point where around him â you were completely on auto pilot, letting your boyfriend do all the thinking. You figured thatâs where you earned your nickname and likeness. A bunny, heâd always compare you to.
Whilst you had this Marylin Monroe sort of allure about you that never failed to draw him in, you were wide eyed and innocent like a bunny rabbit. That, and the way you bounced on his cock, and lest he forget the way your nose twitches when youâre upset. Those were recognised as bunny-like tendencies, so for Rafe â the designer shoe just seemed to fit. You sigh, reminiscing on when Rafe had pushed that bunny tail plug into your ass for the first time as you walk through the gates to the County club. Clearly, you were in a mood today.
âPeople are lookinâ at me.â You giggle with your cheek to his chest once you find him, careful not to smear your blush on the delicate fabric of his polo once more.
âMaybe itâs âcos they can practically see your tail stickinâ out the bottom of your skirt. Pull that shit down, would you?â He complains, but does it for you all the sameâ ringed hands sliding round down your ass to yank the material down enough for him to be satisfied. You let him, enjoying the feeling of his coarse hands on youâ knowing the material was only due to slide right back up as soon as you take a few steps.
The sun burns bright that day, and as Topper approaches the two of you on the grassy hill of the golf courseâ he holds his golfing glove above his eyes as a makeshift protection from the sun. He wears that expression thatâs 90% teeth, smiling as he slides over. âAnd will I be seeing this lovely lady at the party down at Crystals tonight?â
âA party?â Your back straightens in excitement, neck craning to look up at your boyfriend, whoâs jaw tightened at his friend.
âIâm there on business, remember Top?â He blinks a couple of times like he was trying to send a message telepathically, and Toppers face falls a little. Your boyfriend looks to your hopeful expression, sighing a little exasperatedly. âGonna be there for like an hour. Max. Just pushinâ product, baby. Shits boring.â He waves you off and your brows furrow, following him when he peels away to line up his ball.
âBut I like parties! What product Rafey?â You mewl, laying a gentle hand on his playing arm, making him briefly stuff his tongue between his lips to concentrate extra hard. He looks around for listeners before turning his attention back to you.
âGot some yayo on me. âKay? Gonna make us a shit tonne of money.â
You furrow your brows. You couldnât remember which drug âyayoâ was, and you wasnât even aware of the fact he was selling again. He said he was stopping all that, but as he constantly drilled into your head â you supposed Rafe knew best. It wasnât your business, and wasnât anything you had to worry about. Truthfully, you cared more about putting together an outfit to wear to the mentioned party in question.
âCan I still come? I wanna come.â You bounce on your glittery sandals with a ditsy smile, the action making your tits jostle in your little top. Perhaps that was what convinced him, the boy squinting thoughtfully out across the golf course.
âAaahâŠâ He stresses quietly, lifting his arm to scratch the clammy skin of his forehead beneath his floppy bangs.
âPlease dad, wonât get in the way.â You pout, standing on your tiptoes pleadingly. Topper coughs awkwardly at the nickname, still standing near by, rifling through his clubs. Rafe licks his lips before rolling his eyes.
âAlright, okay. But no gettinâ involved, aâight? Got a little chatty with my customers last time. No more of that, got it?â He warns, throwing you a look over his shoulder as he begins to stance up, gesturing for you to move back so he wouldnât hit you with his club.
Truthfully, Rafe didnât like bringing you to parties. As much as he loved parading you around, he knew what he was like â and seeing tens of guys ogling what rightfully belonged to him got tiring. Especially when you were so oblivious, bouncing around pool parties with your tits nearly escaping your bikini, or dancing with your friends to the point of your skirt flipping up â giving everyone a show. He knows you didnât mean it, you were ditsy as it was so with alcohol added you were a complete loose cannon. However, with each sip heâd takeâ his rage would only grow, always having to deal with your pouting when heâd make the two of you leave early so he didnât pummel someoneâs face in.
Plus, he was trying to mature now. Step into his fatherâs shoes. He didnât even like partying at all the way he used toâ it was strictly business now. An in and out job. Was harder to do that with you there.
You always forgot how well loved Rafe Cameron was until he brings you along to a function. His hand staying glued to the small of your back as he walks you through, heads turning â his name being called from all angles like heâs a celebrity. It made you snuggle up harder to his side, which he was alright with â he had no problem being extra touchy with you tonight whilst you wore that baby pink IAMGIA Demie set like you were doing it a favour. It shows more skin than Rafe was okay with people that werenât him seeing, but heâd be with you all night, so he assumed it would be fine.
You fiddle nervously with the diamantĂ© Hello Kitty sat on your chest when your boyfriend started to pull out the small bags with white powder inside. You didnât quite understand the whole drug thing, but you knew for a fact you wasnât the biggest fan of the way people acted when they were on it. They were loud, too grabby, scary. You push your cheek against Rafes side as people swarm him, asking for his supply. Heâs cool and calm as ever, smirking in that way that made you want him all to himself.
âNo hogging my shit this time aâight? You get what you pay for.â He drawls playfully to the crowd, his hand thoughtlessly sliding to your waist to drag you gently out the way of the group that was forming near him. He turns his body a little, leaning down to your ear. âWouldnât mind grabbing me a beer would you baby? Got big boy business to attend to.â
You swan off to complete this task in a bit of a haze, you always got sort of dazed when you were with Rafeâ mostly because being with him meant you got to switch your brain off and have him do all the thinking for you. It was a blessing and a curse, because now itâs been an hour and you forgot all about getting Rafe his drink, having found some friends to take some shots with instead.
Youâre warm, stumbling giddily away from where everyone else is dancing as you approach the drinks table, pondering another. As you feel a presence appear up by your side, you tug your top up thoughtlessly, humming as you rub your glossy lips together. The strangers eyes fall to your little get-up, lip clamped beneath his top set of straight white teeth like a predator.
âI really love that little outfit. Looks great on you.â He calls out, with a friendly voice matching a friendly smile. It captures your attention and you whip your head to him, earrings jangling from the movement. You take the chance to look down at your ensemble before raising your glassy gaze up to him, ends of your lashes kissing your eyebrows.
âOh my gosh, thank you!â You grin, wiping your clammy hands on the ruffle of your skirt. It was a compliment, sure â but in the back of your mind you surveyed the situation and he truly seemed like he liked the outfit, and didnât seem creepy at all. Heâs polite, keeps his gaze respectful (until you turn away, and he can catch a glimpse at your cleavage.) and friendly. You exchange names, before he ensues with the conversation.
âSo whereâs your friends? Left you all by yourself?â He reaches forward, pulling a piece of rogue fluff from your hair, chuckling adoringly at your carelessness as he tosses it aside. You spin around to where they previously were, met with no familiar faces and an empty space. You frown, glossy bottom lip sticking out when you turn back to him. Of course, itâs adorable.
Too adorable, thinks your boyfriend who watches you from across the room. Heâs tightly clutching his own beer, stood chatting with his friends as he observes the situation â losing interest in the surrounding conversation all together. It had been an hour since heâd last seen you, and now here you were â parallel to him with some guy in your ear, making you laugh, fluttering those eyelashes like you always did. He ticks his jaw, tongue in his cheek as he stares you down. Waiting for you to come running over all guilty, ready to fawn over him.
The guy is suggesting your friends disappeared upstairs, perhaps a bathroom, a bedroom â anywhere he can get you alone to eventually work you out of your panties. Youâre totally oblivious to it, shaking your head â having a reason against each of his suggestions. Itâs frustrating, the way you wonât take the hintâ but also the whole âbimboâ thing was kind of doing it for him, unable to work out if you were a total slut or a total virgin, those doe eyes and innocent aura contrasting too heavily on the way your tits practically spill out of your top for either to give him a clear conclusion.
Rafe is mildly irritated, watching the way you bounce with each move you makeâ one wrong pose from your ass cheeks spilling from the bottom of your skirt. He keeps a watchful eye, until finally â your dopey expression meets his and your face lights up, traipsing over. Much to the Cameronâs surpriseâ you audaciously loop your arm around the guys bicep, dragging him with you.
âRafey! Hi! Sorry about your drink, I forgot all about it.â You blink up at him, happy as a clam as you free your arms to affectionately stroke at his chest. He nods, lips parted as his eyes flicker over to the guy at your sideâ whoâs face is slowly dropping in realisation.
âYeah.â He responds, and doesnât get to say much else because youâre dropping this sucker in it.
âThis is my new friend! Heâs helping me find my girls âcos I lost them.â You pout, and Rafeâs lip curls up into a smirkâ gaze now completely fixated on the stranger.
âFriends huh? You uh, you makinâ friends with my girl, man?â He smiles, but itâs maliciousâ taking a step forward causing you to move aside. Your brows furrow, sensing the sudden shift in atmosphere, especially when Rafes two Kook attack dogs, Topper and Kelce tune into the conversation, which attracted even more eyes.
âI didnât know, dude.â The boy seems to have lost all his confidence from before, shrinking several sizes as your tall boyfriend closes in on him.
âAh, he didnât know.â Rafe shrugs theatrically before turning to his friendsâ smarmy smiles on both of their faces at the interaction. âGuys he didnât know.â
âCome on, man.â The stranger seems uncomfortable with the amount of attention the scene is already creating, more and more heads turning by the moment. You fiddle with your necklace again, twirling the thin chain around a manicured finger as you watchâ unsure just what was happening. Your boyfriend claps a seemingly friendly hand onto the manâs shoulder, holding him tightly.
âNah, manâ tell me. You usually walk around at parties⊠alone⊠making friends with drunk chicks? Thatâs uh, yeah thatâs a little weird man.â Rafe laughs, so naturally everyone laughs. Itâs clear your boyfriend is set on humiliating this guy for talking to you, and youâre not quite sure how you feel about it.
âMaybe you shouldnât let your girl walk around dressed like a hooker if you donât want guysââ The boy doesnât get to finish his sentence, because in a moments notice â Rafe has swung his fist back and pummelled it into his face, hard. A crowd forms, and you nearly get shoved out the way by the sudden rush of jeering, drunk party goers. You gasp, watching the way Rafe straddles his squirming body, a meek attempt at fighting back.
âWhat was that? You wanna say that shit again, huh? Huh?â Rafe continues to beat on the guy who insult you, teeth grit, jaw tense. The victim attempts to push Rafe off, but Rafe pins him again â bigger and stronger by a mile. This only seems to anger him more, and you watch as Rafe wraps two hands around the guys neck, holding down until his face turned pink.
Thatâs when you notice that Topper and Kelce arenât smiling anymore, instead pushing through the crowd suddenly to grab a hold of their friend, yanking him off the man on the ground. Rafe only shrugs them off once before letting them drag him away.
âYeah? Yeah? Maybe youâll think next time you try ân make some fuckinâ friends, bitch.â He spits as his farewell, before shaking free of his friends and grabbing a hold of your upper arm, all but hauling you out of that party at a speed and strength to where you were certain your feet were barely touching the ground.
The drive home is silent, and only then you start to realise that you might be in trouble too. You didnât like when Rafe got like this, mad and scary. His temper was no surprise to you, he was always storming around with a sour look on his face, or slamming doors after the daily argument heâd hash out with Ward. All of these examples seemed like mild irritation in comparison to the rage you saw him succumb to only moments prior. He had this look in his eye when his hands were around that manâs neck, his pupil overtaking his iris. It was like he really didnât mind hurting this guy real bad, and you wondered what would have happened if no one stopped him. Usually, for the most part he kept his anger relatively far from you. Now, with just the two of you aloneâ you were facing it head on.
The car is even more silent once he puts it in park on the Tannyhill drive. Both of his hands are on the steering wheel, knuckles split and bloody still from his attack, and you notice a speck of blood that didnât belong to him on Rafes cheek, making you poutâ fighting the urge to reach out and brush it away. Instead you stare, waiting for him to speak.
âYou know, you â you really gotta be more careful with who you make friends with, baby. Look at this shit I⊠I had to beat his ass because of you beinâ too friendly. Me. I had to handle shit.â He bites, and you sink back into the seat, ashamed and upset. Perhaps he was right, maybe you did need to keep your wits about you more.
âOhâŠâ Is all you manage, sad and whiny like a kicked puppy. He licks his lips, shaking his head and finally turning his body to face you.
âWhat did I say about making friends with guys? Huh? Tell me what I said.â He tilts his head, blinking at you with wide impatient eyes as he waits for an answer. You suck in a shaky breath, wracking your brain for the last time youâd had this conversation.
âUm⊠I donâtââ You swallow thickly but itâs cut off by your boyfriend grabbing your jaw, forcing you to look at him. As if heâd hit some kind of panic button, two fat tears roll down your cheeks, bottom lip wobbling.
âWhat did I say?â He raises his voice and you let out a sad sob, sniffling as you try to compose yourselfâ speaking as clearly as you can.
âYouâ you saidâ any guy that approaches me doesnât wanna be friends. He justâŠâ You sniffle.
âHe just what? Go on, finish that shit.â
âHe just wants to fuck me.â You cry and he nods, letting go of your face to push his floppy, slightly sweaty bangs away from his face, puffing out a breath through his mouth.
âGet your ass inside.â He mutters, and youâre quick to do so, hopping up out your seat and to the front door, fumbling for your obnoxious keychains in your shoulder bag.
He follows closely once youâre by the door, oddly gentle hands on your waist from behind that guide you all the way to the stair case, giving your ass a pat as he sends you off to his room. Youâre standing pathetically when he enters a moment or so after you.
You clasp your hands at your front, the picture of innocence. You werenât crying anymore, but still looking devastated by Rafes unfortunate mood. He approaches you, looming over you with an unreadable expression and you yearned to reach out and touch the warmth of his skin through his shirt, or to kiss his naturally flushed lipsâ but you wanted to be a good girl for him. Make things right.
âYâknow the polite thing to do is apologise, sweetheart.â He drawls and you nod vigorously, words taking a moment to find you.
âMâsorry daddy! Really didnât meanââ
âActionsâŠâ He cuts you off, eyes fluttering. He places two hands on your bare shoulders. âSpeak louder than words. Understand?â
âHuh?â You pout, and he presses on your shoulders just a little.
âYou know what to do. On your knees.â One hand leaves you, beginning to work at his belt making you have a Pavlovian-like reaction, mouth filling with drool. You realise youâre just staring and he blinks at you. âWhat are you waiting for, huh? Now, please.â
You quietly drop, shuffling to get as comfortable as possible and begin eagerly fumbling to help with his belt, blinking up at him with wet doe eyes. You were surprised to see that your boyfriend was already hard â not just a halfie as things begin, fully hard. Maybe something to do with the adrenaline, maybe he thought you were sexy when you criedâ who knew.
His pants drop to his ankles and he widens his stance a little, licking over his sore lips and softly grasping the back of your head, easing you closer to press kisses to his covered cock. Your need to please got the better of you and you impatiently tugged off his boxers too, starting to leave a trail of glossy pink kiss prints all over him as you let out your own moan of relief.
You were thrilled he was letting you do this. You didnât like arguing, never able to think of the right words and always crying too much just like a baby. You couldnât stay cross with Rafe, you simply loved him too much â so you were happy to skip all the hard parts and head straight to the end, where you got to make it all better and earn his forgiveness. Rafe was always happy after you gave him head, especially when you worked super hard, giving him plenty of attention where he needs it. You couldnât wait to watch him relax.
It wasnât long before you had the tip of his cock bruising your throat, spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth when you gag around him, trying your very best to get him to cum. It seemed he was close, letting out quiet groans and even stroking your cheeks with his thumbs soothingly which was your favourite thing he did. Your nose twitches, sore and watery as you pull back once more â gazing up at him with gloopy eyelashes and flooded eyes, all sweetly, searching for his approval. He gives you a lazy smile and itâs enough to encourage you to head back down to take him as deep as heâll go.
You clutch his balls and massage as you deep throat him once more, and this time â the burning of your mascara infiltrating your eyes gets too much to handle and you close them, squeezing them tight as you pull back ever so slightly to work your tongue over his shaft. Youâre met with a light slap on the jaw, causing your eyes to spring openâ staring up all wide like youâd been caught with a hand in the cookie jar instead of wrapping round his ballsack.
âOpen your eyes, yeahâ fuckinâ look at me. Good girl.â He grits his teeth, and you know he must be close. You keep sucking until heâs milked dry, Rafes pretty bunny and her favourite carrot â swallowing every drop he had to offer.
All is forgiven, and the incident is forgotten about within a few weeks. It was a hectic time, Rafe barely having the time to bring up something that seemed so menial whilst dealing with the death of his father and the feud between his sister and the âpoguesâ he always seemed to complain about. Rafe seemed to believe there was something gold that he was owed, a cross or something like that. You wasnât sure. Youâd only picked up enough information through overhearing phone calls to his old dealer Barry, in which heâd promptly close the door to obstruct your thoughtless eavesdropping when heâd realise you might be listening.
He seemed to have moved on very quickly from his fatherâs demise. Oddly enough, his grieving period only seemed to last a few days. You didnt press him on it, it didnât feel right to do so. Youâd learnt from some reality TV show about rich housewives that sometimes when someone loses a person close to them, they donât even act that sad at all because they donât want to deal with the big feelings. You wondered if thatâs how Rafe was feeling. However, you couldnât help but also wonder if your boyfriend was in a way relieved to finally be the man of the house. Maybe thatâs why heâd started wearing some of Wardâs clothes, demanding you call him âdadâ more often.
âȘ âWHEN I SUCK IT I LOOK IN YOUR EYES
YOU BETTER FUCK ME LIKE YOU MEAN IT!â âȘ
You hum along happily the song youâd grown so fond of playing from the AUX of Rafes truck. Saturday, your favourite day of the week. Your boyfriend had been doing a lot of stuff, lately. Going to a lot of places without you. There was something secretive about the way heâd disappear into his fatherâs office with Barry, âhandling businessâ for hours and hours on end. Again, it became clear that all of this kerfuffle was clearly about the mysterious gold youâd hear about. Honestly, you didnât care to ask questions. The only gold you cared about was the glitzy gold chain delicately wrapped around your ankle, a sparkling âRCâ pendant dangling off it, Rafes initials. You stretch your leg out in the car, admiring the way it hangs off your smooth limb.
He could spend all week handling business and getting shit done, but Saturdays? They were your days. Days and nights spent out together, always winding up back at your place where heâd stay round. You always had a free house at the weekends, so what better way to spend it than wailing into a pillow with your boyfriend balls deep inside of you?
The journey is cut short when Rafe slowly pulls up outside your house, putting it in park and yet making no move to even remove his seatbelt. You look out the window at the familiar setting before whipping round to look at him in confusion, batting your fluffy eyelashes.
âIâm⊠afraid youâre gonna be on your own tonight, bun.â He scratches his cheek, a guilty habit you were usually too flustered to pick up on.
âHuh?â You mewl, brows furrowing, body sinking down into the seat in refusal. âBut⊠itâs Saturday. Did you forget, silly?â You pout, your words doing nothing to convince either of you that he had simply forgotten.
âIâve got business to handle tonight. Really important stuff that you cannot get involved in. Okay? Need you to be at home, and stay out of it alright?â Heâs serious, wide eyed and speaking slowly to ensure not a drop of information slips away from you as you blink at him all lost and sweet. He didnât like disappointing you, and sure â he would rather spend his evening with his dick nestled in your wet warmth, but this was something that had to be doneâ whatever it was.
âBut Rafeââ You go to protest, but he cuts you off with a firm hand on your jaw stopping your speech all together.
âAlright?â He searches your eyes for confirmation. The way he grabbed you reminded you of the time he was mad at you, and if he was really going to leave you lonely tonight â you figured it was best you leave things on a positive note and behave yourself. You blink sulkily at him and nod.
âYes, dad.â You sigh out your nose and his expression softens, nodding in approval with a small smile.
âThats my good girl.â He uses his grip on your jaw to pull you in, delivering a sloppy kiss to your lips and even rewarding you with the wet warm muscle of his tongue rolling over yours a few times for good measure â yet pulling away before you got too needy, because then he knew youâd never let him leave.
Youâll admit, you started to huff and puff once youâd left his side. It was Saturday, your Saturday â and maybe you were spoiled, but going out for brunch with your boyfriend and then having him drop you home was not nearly enough to satisfy your needs, especially after heâd been gone so frequently lately. Youâd gotten yourself into quite a mood, nearly stomping right past the package that had arrived through your door.
You tear it open, alone in your house and for a brief moment your face lights up â the new butt plug Rafe had purchased for you online after youâd begged and begged sat in the cardboard box. Much like your other one, it was a bunnies tailâ but instead of pink, the obnoxious puff on the end was fluffy and white, like a real Easter bunny. Your grin melts off your face right back into a sullen pout when you remember that Rafe wasnât here to help you put it in, or play with it, or tell you how pretty it looks in your ass. You stomp your foot, anklet jangling. This wasnât fair.
The sun goes down after hours upon hours of boredom, and you try to preoccupy yourself. You redo your hair all pretty, you fix up your makeup, you play dress up in your closet. The new plug is slicked up between your fingers, your bottom lip tugged between your teeth as you ready yourself. You never had to put your own bunny tail in, Rafe was always around to do it for you â have you sprawled over his lap, his hand pulling your cheeks apart and saying âGood job, stop tensing up would you?â Youâre squirmy and whiny all alone, upset and petulant about the fact he wasnât around. You felt⊠what was the word again? Neglected.
You press your cheek to your pristine bed covers, arching your ass in the air with an arm snaked uncomfortably round yourself, the difficult angle making it hard to push your tail in. You groan at the stretch from the cool metal, pussy drooling as your eyes flutter closed and you imagine your boyfriend doing it all for you, as intended. When it was snugly pressed inside of you, you giggle hazily â waving it in the mirror to get a good view. Pretty, you can almost hear his voice tell you how pretty that tight ass is, and you yearn to hear it in person.
You decided you werenât going to take no for an answer. Rafe needed you, you knew it â perhaps heâd been isolating himself to deal with his big feelings, and you couldnât take it any longer. Youâd come to the decision that you were going to dress up so sweetly for him, march over there and make him feel all better with the warm embrace that was your cuntâ or your mouth, or even your hand. Whatever your man needed, you would deliver.
You slide on some white, lacy lingerie. When youâd purchased it, youâd hoped it would remind him of wedding-wear, planting the idea that he should totally marry you, put a big glittery rock on your finger. Something that signified that he never, ever wanted to lose you. It was bunny-like in nature too, a hole slotted in the panties especially to fit the puff of your bunny tail through itâ perfectly cohesive with your whole look. Youâre quick to drag on more white, taking the form of a tight crop top and a skirt that unsurprisingly barely covered the fold of your ass cheeks where your thighs begin. In no time, youâre tottering down the street in kitten heels, clutching your purse to your side. Youâd decided to walkâ and by decided, you meant you didnât have much choice â bound to being Rafeâs pretty passenger princess, full time.
An all white outfit was innocent, virginal, wedding-like. He couldnât say no to you like this, surely notâ you convince yourself as you stride street to street beneath the lights of street lamps. Kildare was safe, you seemed to think so anyway. Rafe disagreed, said there was lots of stuff you didnât knowâ but youâd never seen anything too bad with your own two eyes.
Half way into your journey, your quiet muttering to yourself going over what youâd say when you got to Tannyhill was interrupted by your surroundings suddenly being tainted with a flashing blue and red glow. The rumble of a car pulling up beside you alerts your attention and you whip around to look, being met with the concerned gaze of Shoupe in his Sheriff car.
âHi officer.â You wave politely.
âCan I ask what youâre doinâ wandering the streets at night by yourself? Not safe to be walkinâ about with next to nothing on, young lady.â He appears stern and your brows furrow, wondering if youâre in trouble. You hadnât been questioned by a police officer before, they had come sniffing around after Wards death, but Rafe was always there to answer all the tricky questions for you. You whimper like a confused puppy.
âIâI missed my boyfriend so I wanted to go nâsee him.â You whine, fists balled nervously at your side. It probably didnât help that you were already riled up, so this was just immediately too much for you.
Shoupe recognised Rafe Cameron as your boyfriend and his eyebrows raise, purely at the fact that whilst he respected the Cameron family â he couldnât fathom missing a spoilt brat like that.
âYou know I got a niece of my own, about your age â I wouldnât be lettinâ her walk the streets like this alright? Why donât you give someone a call? Where are your parents?â He shakes his head, and now youâre super fed up.
âI donât â am I in trouble? I had to walk because I failed my driving test andâ and my parents go away on weekends Iâ I just miss my boyfriend and I want to go to his house! I donât understand why youâre asking me stuffââ You start to cry, stomping a mini heel on the ground making the officer sigh, closing his eyes for a moment regretting stopping all together.
âNot my circus, not my monkeys. Donât get paid enough for this crap.â He mutters to himself before opening his eyes and plastering on a forced smile and leaning his elbow out the open window. ââKnow what? Donât you worry that head, young lady. Be safe, Iâll let you get on with it.â He waves before pulling out the parking space, leaving you waving him off tearfullyâ continuing your journey.
You wipe your tears, happy that youâre finally approaching Tannyhillâ not long now until youâre back in your boyfriendâs arms. Sure, you were directly disobeying his one rule to stay home and mind your business tonight, but it wouldnât be the first punishment youâd faced from Rafe â and the thought of having his hands on you in any way was delightful â so youâd be more than happy to pay the price.
Your shoes crunch carefully down the drive, blinking up at the grand historical home before you. You always loved being there. Being at Tannyhill with Rafe made you feel like he was the president and you were his first lady, ruling over Kildare in your very own White House. The fantasy whisks you away for a moment, and it takes you a couple of slow seconds to realise no one has responded to your knock at the front door. You wiggle the handle, and for once â it doesnât open. You frown. Rafe was home, right?
You hum in confusion, trailing around to each window â looking for any signs of life as you call his name. âRafey, are you home? Itâs meâŠâ You all but whine, growing increasingly more frustrated. Had you really walked all that way in the dark for nothing?
You puff out a dramatic breath, gathering yourself. Take a look around, you command yourself â use your big girl brain for once. Rafes truck was on the drive, and the lights were on in the house â so you figured it was fair to assume he was indeed home. The only thing out of place was the large van parked haphazardly on the drive. It wasnât unheard of for unknown vehicles to be at Tannyhill. All sorts of people were in and out the gates for transport purposes whenever Ward would find something new and extravagant to auction offâ but Ward wasnât around anymore, and something tickled your curiosity enough to step towards it, questioning what it contained.
The large back doors are left ajar, so nosily you tiptoe overâ fingers wrapping around one to pry it open some more, standing on the toes of your kitten heels to look at what would remain inside. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust, and for a few seconds youâre not met with anything of interest. Boxes, cratesâ nothing extraordinary. Your eyes drop down to the floor of the van, and you freeze. Surely not.
The body of a man lies dormant in a pool of distinctive crimson. Heâs frozen up, like heâs scared or had been turned into a statue. His skin is pale, and his eyes are openâ unblinking. You hadnât seen many bad things in your life, hellâ Rafe had even put you on a restriction from horror movies because you just couldnât handle them â but what you were looking at was unmistakable. You were staring at a dead body.
You draw in a shaky gasp, and a heat wave of panic overcomes your body. It begins in your chest, and spreads through you like a virus â to your stomach, and then your arms and legs all the way to frozen stiff fingers and toes. You jerk back, hand flying up to cover your mouth as you stumble back a few steps, fresh hot tears brewing in your waterline. âOh my gââ
Your whimper is cut short, the sound punched right out of you when you back up into something hard and firm. You jump out of your skin, yelping as what you walked into sprouts arms and whips you around at lightening speed to face it. Rafe, your boyfriend holds you infront of him, enraged. For the first time in your life, he terrifies you. âTold you to stay home, kid.â He spits out before spinning you back around and manhandling you into a lift, arms round tightly around you as he lifts you off the ground.
You go to scream, you even go to runâ from your own boyfriend, something even a few moments prior you wouldnât be able to fathom. He only grips you tighter, and this time covers your mewling mouth with a firm hand as he wrestles you inside, dragging you through the house.
As he tugs your flailing, panicking body up the stairs â you catch sight of Rose who lingers on the stairwell, watching with wide eyes.
âRafe? Rafe what did she see?â She hisses urgently, alarmed by the way her step-son was handling his girlfriend.
âIâm handlinâ it.â He drawls out, seemingly irritated by her presence as he pushes you down the hallway.
âDonât hurt her, Rafe.â Hurt her?
He all but launches you into the bedroom and you fly away from him, on the verge of hyperventilation. You paw at your eyes, wiping away the tears as you sniffle watching his every move. He moves slower now, locking the door which causes your heartrate to spike once more.
âWhy the hell are you here?â He blinks at you irritably. âHuh? After I specifically told you to stay home.â
âI missed you.â You cough out a wet sob, trying to gather your thoughts enough to ask the valuable questions. Like, what was going on? Who was the dead body?
âYou missed mâ so weâre just⊠disregarding my rules now. The â the shit I tell you to keep you safe? Keep you out of allllll the dirty work I gotta do to keep shit afloat?â Heâs mad, squinting and shaking his head.
âDid you kill that man?â You raise your voice ever so slightly, coming right out with it. The forwardness shocks you, but Rafes expression simply flattens, shoulders dropping a little before he sighs, shaking his head with his hands on his hips.
âNo, I didnât.â He makes a point to emphasise the âIâ, which only reels you off into more confusion. âBut⊠itâs my problem now. Aâight? So â so I gotta step up and handle it alright, look at â hey, look at me babyâ okay, Iâm a proactive person â I â I was handed a problem, and now Iâm fixinâ it. Me. You understand that?â Heâs walked right over to you now, and youâve backed up away until your legs hit his bed causing you to sit down with a bounce. He crouches over you as he rambles, a hand on your shoulder to keep your attention. He has thrown a lot of information your way, and you try to follow along â eyes wide and head shaking slightly in response.
âRafeâ youâre scaring me. That person was dead you â you have to tell the police! I saw Shoupe on the way here, even talked to him â why â why donât you just call him up nâtell him?â You whimper, breath catching in your throat between every couple of words.
Your boyfriend stands up straight suddenly, blinking like heâd been snapped out of his wide, watery eyed trance.
âYouâ you sawâ what do you mean you saw Shoupe on the way here?â He glares and you shrink, feeling like youâve done something wrong but not quite knowing what.
âHe stopped me on the way here nâI told him I was cominâ to see you.â You pout.
âOh, thatâsâŠâ He begins to pace, before barking out a soft laugh, hand rising to scratch his cheek. âYeah thatâs uh, thatâs perfect really.â
You tilt your head, jostling your hoop earrings in the act. âWhat are you talking about?â You felt nervous for his answer, and unsure as to why that was.
He stops his incessant pacing, turning to you with an amused and yet somewhat deranged grin. âYouâre in this now, baby. You nâme.â He gestures to the two of you with a finger as he slowly prowls closer. âSoâ so Shoupe knows you were on the way here at,â he lifts his arm, checking the watch beneath his Northface fleece. âAround this time frame. Right? So reallyâŠâ He closes in on you fully once more, bending at the waist to look at you eye to eye. âIf⊠if you turn me in, weâre goinâ down together. Howâs that sound, huhâ think you could handle jail baby? You think they do mani-pedis in prison?â He jokes, smirk only growing when your eyes widen. He was being cruel.
âStop! Iâ I would never tell on you Rafey!â You start to cry again, and he nods slowly in approval, licking his lips. âDonât wanna get locked up.â
âYeah, well. All you gotta do is keep that pretty mouth shut. Think you can do that for me baby? Think you could⊠keep this little secret just for me?â Even now, he had a way with words. He made you feel special, like teaming up with him was something to be so proud of. Thereâs a warmth in your chest from the way he speaks to you, but a pit in your stomach at the guilt from feeling this way. You were dizzy with conflict.
âSâjust too much, daddy. I dunno, what if I make a mistake? Just so dumb sometimes.â You sniffle, going to cover your face but he bats your delicate hands out the way with his own palms, cupping your cheeks to force your attention on him.
âHey, hey. Gotta⊠use that bunny brain sometimes baby. Yeah? Gotta think about what might happen⊠if anyone finds out.â His voice softens with each word, invading your personal space until his warm breath fanned over your face comfortingly. He had a way of breaking you down to something so regressed and yet primal, pure putty in his criminal hands. Somewhere in the back of your hazy brain you felt this might be a tactic to get you on his side with all of this, but the words wouldnât find you. âYouâre my good girl, alright? Know you can do itâŠâ His lips softly press to yours, and he starts to kiss you slowly, sensually, like he had all the time in the world.
You get lost in the kiss, itâs only natural â with the way his tongue wrapped itself skilfully around yours. He finds himself sat on the bed beside you, pulling you to perch on his leg as you succumb to the makeout session. He was really good at it, so talented at getting you wet and squirmy with just his mouth on yours. It feels like ten minutes of this have possibly passed by when your brain starts to ring out the alarm bells once more, warning you of your predicament. Your heart starts to pound and you pull back a little, eyes shiny and wide as they gaze into his lustful pair.
âMâscared.â It comes out quiet and he shakes his head, in total refusal of this.
âShh, shh. How âbout you turn that brain off for a while. Yeah? Let me handle it.â
You suck in a shaky breath, swallowing thickly as you try to keep the panic at bay in his tight hold. âCanât.â
âYeah. You can. Can start by taking all these clothes off.â He drags his hands over your body, messing up the fabric in its wake. âCame over just lookinâ all pretty⊠would hate to ruin a night like this, right?â He talks slowly like youâre dumb and it only makes you ooze more, finding yourself nodding eagerly, sniffing back the tears and hopping onto your feet to kick off the kitten heels, dropping an inch or so in height.
Rafe tugs your skirt down as you pull your top over your head, and he hums in appreciation at the white lace adorning your body. âMm, sâfuckinâ sexy.â He whispers, turning you by your hips to do a little spin for him, not able to help himself from giving your ass a sharp little smack and jiggle when he spots the new bunny tail poking through. âThis oneâs new, huh?â He drawls, giving it a little tug making your knees buckle, turning to clamber back onto his leg.
âMhm.â
âYeah. Wanna keep these on, yeah?â
You nod, and heâs kissing you again, handsy as ever as he caresses your soft skin. Heâs being nice, for now. It usually started off this way before heâd get too impatient but you knew he was being extra nice for the purpose of persuading you to side with his unforgivable actions. Your criminal boyfriend drags his hand down your stomach, two finger pads rubbing circles over your clit through the lace making you groan out a cracked and desperate sound against him.
âTurn around.â He whispers, aiding you to sit between his legs, leaning back against him. Once in this compromising position, he peels your soaked underwear to the sideâ sliding his fingers through your messy folds. âGod damn, werenât lyinâ when you said you missed daddyâ that right?â
âJust⊠just missed you so much.â Your eyes flutter shut, and you do find yourself relaxing more and more against his warm body, a clammy hand clutching the zip of his grey fleece, shuddering from his skilful touch.
After stroking your clit, causing you to clench and cream around nothing for a while, desperate moans sure to be heard by Rose if she was worriedly lurking in the hallway, Rafe started to push his thick fingers in, humming and licking his lips hungrily as your greedy hole swallowed him up, the long digits squelching from your copious tsunami of arousal.
âOh daddy!â Is all you can say as he curls them just right, working you quickly towards your finishing point. As you drop into that Rafe-obsessed headspace, nearly at the crowning of your orgasmâ his deep nasally voice rumbles from behind you, attracting your attention. As he speaks, he pulls his fingers back just so only the tips still remained inside you, and kept them there even when you wriggled your hips trying to get them in further.
âSo⊠what are you gonna say if someone asks you where you were tonight? Huh?â His voice carries a threatening tone, which makes you pout at how totally unfair of him it was to work you into brainless mush and then ask you such an important question.
âIâ uhm, I donâtââ You whimper as you writhe in his lap. He pulls his fingers out of you completely and in one fluid movement slaps your pussy, causing you to cry out in sensitivity at the harshness on the cunt he had spread open on top of him.
âWhere?â He grits his teeth and you pant.
âAt home, daddy!â
He seems satisfied, and slowly he sinks his fingers back inside you, causing you to release a relieved whine, liquifying against his body once more. âSee? Not as dumb as you look, bunny girl.â
The words cause tingles to run through your very being, and as he continues to finger fuck youâ youâre brought very close to the edge, very soon.
âMmphâ dad, gânna cum!â
âYeah? Gonna cum just for dad?â He lilts sympathetically in response.
âYeah!â
âYeah?â
Just like that, he pulls his fingers out of you â and before you have the chance to complain or even let out a petulant whine, heâs forcing your mouth open and stuffing his soaked fingers inside, all the way down your throat.
You slap at his wrist, gagging wetly as he holds your head against him keeping him still. âYeah, that fuckinâ hurt? Theyâll do a lot worse to you in prison, sweetheart. Can tell you that for free.â He finger fucks your throat for a few quick beats before drawing them out, letting you suck in harsh breaths. He wipes his fingers on your cheek before giving it an affectionate pat. âHavenât earned the right to cum just yet. You understand right?â
You sniffle, starting to cry again. This whole ordeal was clearly upsetting to you, and Rafe was just treating it like it was one big loyalty test. All you wanted was to be with him, kiss him, touch him â and he was just being so mean.
Your tears do nothing for your case. Suddenly and aggressively, your boyfriend grips the back of your neck and forces you down into the mattress on the bed, your ass lifted obscenely in the air â panties still forced to the side with your tail-stuffed hole and drooling pussy on full display to him. Glitter refracts off your cheek when you turn your head on the bed, trying to get a look at him.
âWould you look at that?â He twiddles with the fluffy tail and you groan, body softening slightly and pussy dribbling. âDoesnât take much. Does it baby? Yeah. Dressed up all sweet for me, you uhââ He chuckles at the cruel joke before it leaves his mouth. âWouldnt take you for an accessory to a crime.â
You let out a pitiful sob and his jaw ticks in irritation, leaning right over you, jostling you a little so he could talk right in your ear. âQuit. That guy you saw in the truck was a bad man, alright? Worlds better off without scumbags like him. I donât⊠I donât wanna hear youâre feelinâ all bad about it. I always make the decisions, right? Daddy always knows what to do, right?â He demands aggressively, spanking your ass hard when you donât respond immediately.
âYes daddy youâ you always know!â You wail, distraught and he nods, lips parted and jaw slightly agape â fighting his belt off his body to yank his pants down just enough to pull his dick out.
As much as you enjoyed showing your tail off to Rafe, wiggling it against his pelvis, tickling his tanned skin with the fluff each time he draws his hips in â you were actually a little disappointed you werenât getting to be on your back today. You craved the closeness, the kisses, getting to see his pretty cock collect all your glittery slick as he fucks into your glossy hole. Instead, he pushes in from behind and sets a punishing pace, balls slapping against you as he holds you down, forcing your arch into place. With each thrust, comes a quiet grunt of his own exertion â the days frustration being worked out on you.
This lasts for a few minutes, Rafe slightly changing things up like adjusting your position or putting a foot up on the bed to dig you out even deeper. Your cunt was so sloppy it was audible, squelching with each roll of his agile hips. From the way he had previously stolen your much needed orgasm, you could tell you werenât going to last much longer, fucking desperately back against him as you sobbed.
âShit, why you fuckinâ crying so much huh? This not enough for you, princess?â He taunts breathlessly, squeezing your hips for an answer.
âMiss you Rafe, want youâ want you nice!â Youâre shaky, forcing in a painful breath as you cryâ mascara making a mess of his sheets but he didnât care about that right nowâ too focused on the way your ass jiggled against him with each thrust. As perfect of a view this was, he couldnât tolerate the tears and flipped you onto your back, forcing your legs up over his shoulders.
As he slots himself back in, he shakes his headâ floppy hair sweaty, some of it stuck to his forehead. âThere? Happy? Yâgonna stop cryinâ now, hm?â He drawls, speeding up his pace once more, indulging in the way your tits are escaping the lacy cups of your bra. He palms at them greedily, helping free them out the top and he disappears into your neck, groaning as he hits a new spot, your hole sucking him in like it had a mind of its own.
He sucks marks on your neck. Proof you were here, he thinks in the back of his mind. He draws back to admire his work and is met with your tear-stricken, devastated face. All pretty with doe like eyes, gloopy runny mascara framing them, a single mink lash on your cheek. He swipes it away, unable to control the urge to press his body right onto yours and envelop your lips with his own.
He sucks on your tongue, holding you there with a hand gently round your neck as he possesses you entirely. The continuous slapping sound of his cock bruising your insides becomes music to your ears as you float away on a cloud, eyes struggling to stay open from the sheer amount of pleasure you were facing. As he softly holds you by your throat, like a farmer handling its first baby bunny â he feels that remaining amount of tension coursing through you. That last inkling of resistance, even if you didnât know it was there. He slows his pace, grinding his cock inside you, massaging the tension out.
âOh, little girl. Poor bunny, huh?â He cooâs, cradling your shaking, clammy body as you whimper, puffy walls spasming around his length. âAll caught up in big bad Rafeâs problems, arenât you. Yeah⊠well, itâs okay. I got you baby. Youâre never gonna lose me, okay? Youâre all mine.â
With your bodies connected, you gaze up into his eyes. All his, the words you adored more than anything. Your eyes drift over to his left shoulder where your anklet swings with each jostle of your body. âR.Câ, the initials catch the light through blurry tearful eyes. All his.
A hand snakes between you, and when he presses down on your clit â your body finally gives in and you squeeze out a gut wrenching moan, legs shaking violently as you grip him, cumming hard and abundantly around his slick cock. Heâs talking you through it, rolling his hips determinedly as you cum. You briefly catch his voice groaning out a âThats my good girl. Sâme and you baby. Donât you forget it. Me nâyou.â
You squirt out around him, soaking his abdomen, and whilst you might usually be concerned and embarrassedâ you canât think straight enough to consider that. He doesnât seem to mind either, fucking into you as he chases his own high, mumbling words you couldnât hear into your neck or mouthing at the fat of your tits as heâs spurting out his own thick, hot release.
Everything feels dreamlike after that, from the way he pulls out and smothers your hot face in sloppy kisses â to the way he lazily mops you up with a towel. You canât process the pleasure you endured, and soon you fall asleep right there on Rafeâs bed, hot and feverish.
It mustâve been a good few hours you slept for, because when you wake to the soft warm touch of your boyfriend and his rings gliding up your backâ your bleary eyes find the clock at his bedside to read 5:30AM. Rafe is dressed differently to how he was before, a black shirt you recall noticing in your immediate vision. Heâs scooping you in his arms, sitting you up as you let out a disorientated whine, having trouble letting your brain catch up.
One hand strokes your cheek, to keep you awakeâ and the other strokes the fat of your hip, self indulgently. âSo turns out, weâre uhâ goinâ on a little trip. You like vacations, huh?â
You blink your sticky eyes at him, hand grazing the buttons of his shirt as your voice attempts to croak out a response. âRafe, whatâs ââ Your brain starts to catch up, an unfamiliar and harrowing feeling spreading through your stomachâ sinister and dooming as you remember the events that occurred before heâd fucked you and gotten you to fall asleep on his bed. Where had he been? So many hours had passed.
He cuts you off with a smile, a relieved smile â like all his problems had vanished, the corpse youâd found having just gotten up and walked away.
âGoinâ on a big boat. Howâd you feel about the Bahamas, baby?â
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cw: praise, body worship, bunny-outfit.
You were always rather.. insecure. Until you met Ellie, she made you feel appreciated and loved so you went to your friend Dina for help..
Lingerie?? How crazy!! Why would Dina even suggest such a thing!? Thatâs far too embarrassing! Plus, you donât even know if Ellie would like it..
Your thought began to go crazy as you began to over think this whole thing! :(. Dina kept reassuring you and saying about how itâs okay and how Ellie would love it.. but you werenât sure.. you were nervous! Eventually.. Dina managed to convince you. So you did what any willing girlfriend would do..
You went online shopping. You saw the most lewd outfits! It was so embarrassing. Eventually, you found a favorite. It was embarrassing.. but it was very pretty. So, you ordered it.
Almost two weeks had past and you forgot about it completely! You had just come back from your job to see Ellie on your couch.. you spoke up, âHey, Ellie.â She turned to face you with a rather.. flushed expression. You raised a brow in confusion till you saw the package in her hand⊠oh no.
âHey, doll. I was just.. getting our mail and.. I saw a box. It was in pretty packaging so I opened it and uhm..â She held up a black lacy bra.. You felt your heart stop. You could hear your ears ringing and you could feel your face and ears start to burn.. this was horrible!!
âEllie- I.. I promise itâs not what it looks like!!â You mumbled out in a hushed voice.
She raised a brow in amusement. âReally? Thatâs too bad. I was looking forward to thisâŠâ She let out a sigh, biting back a cocky smile.. You felt like you were about to explode from embarrassment!! But.. at the same time.. if she wanted you to..
You cleared your throat before timidly speaking.. âI just wanted to surprise you..â Which caused the most smug smirk from her.
âOh Iâm definitely surprised, baby. You really bought this pretty little thing for me?â She chuckled and looked at the lingerie. To which you nodded.. she got up and walked over to you, grabbing a handful of your ass which caused you to squeak.
âGo put it on.. now.â She mumbled darkly. In a tone you never heard.. it made your tummy have butterflies. You grabbed the set from her and scurried off to the bathroom..
You sighed and looked at yourself in the mirror. Fuck.. It was a lacy black bra, and a lacy thong. A silk-white bunny headband and a bunny tail butt plug with white lacy stockings. You canât believe you were about to show Ellie this.. but you only live once, right?
You walked out and looked at Ellie, waiting for a reaction. She stared in silenceâŠ
ââŠâ
Suddenly, she grabbed you, pulling you close. âFuck baby. So good for me.. look at my pretty girl⊠fuck. Youâre so soft.. Mh..â She said as she began to kiss up you neck and squeeze the meat on your hips..
Next thing you know you were being pulled over her lap! God, it was embarrassing. But you also.. kinda liked it. This was new. Most of the time you and her were very.. vanilla.
You rocked down on her lap.. whining. You felt embarrassed getting her jeans all wet. But you couldnât help it, it was too good. You kinda like this despite it being different. You rocked down.. slowly grinding.
âThatâs it, bunny. You look so good.. so sweet. My sweet girl..â she mumbled, eyeing you like prey. You felt yourself get close.. she grabbed your hips tightly, stilling them. You were confused until she started to control your rhythm. The rough jeans pressing against you was heavenly.
âThatâs it baby. So good.. good girl..â she mumbled with heavy eyes..
âEllie- elâ⊠âm close!â You whined.. your tummy felt hot and heavy. You gasped.. you felt yourself start to soak her jeans as you finished all over her. She chuckled and bit and nipped at your throat.
âWear this more often, Kay, sweet stuff?â
#ellie willams x reader#ellie williams smut#ellie smut#ellie the last of us#ellie x you#ellie x fem reader#ellie x reader#ellie williams#ellie tlou#subby bunny#dumb bunny
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drunk in love | yjh
NSFW | MDNI!!
genre: friends -> fwb -> lovers, angst, smut, fluff
pairing: yoon jeonghan x fem!reader
WC: 6.7k
cw: drinking, angry jeonghan bc i said so, smut, exhibitionism pretty much, spanking, degradation (he calls you a "slut" and "whore" a couple times :3), unprotected sex, creampie, choking, cucking (poor josh but also he had it coming), pet names ("pretty girl", "baby", and "princess"), oral (f rec), little bit of butt stuff, mc has a LOT of internal thoughts/ dialog lol, possessive jeonghan, possessive jeonghan, and possessive jeonghan. lmk if i missed anything !!
synopsis: when a game of truth, dare, or drink with the boys turns to shit (thanks to hoshi and josh), jeonghan has no choice but to prove himself to be the best dick you've ever had ): (SPOILER: he is. oh he most definitely IS the best dick you've ever had)
! nsfw content below the cut. mdni !
youâve known the boys for years.
youâd met mingyu back in your senior year of highschool. both of you being on the friendly, outgoing side of introversion, he knew he had to introduce you to his rather large group of friends once you guys graduated.
and wow was your life was never the same.
you had a group of down to earth boys (men) who all looked after you like no one else had. a friend group that people could only ever dream of. no one got upset if you chose to hang out with only one of them for a day, rather than the whole group. if you wanted to go out clubbing with your girlfriends, they all knew you had 13 body guard options to call before heading out. and the best part, your best friend of the group might as well be a professional chef. you never had to worry about going hungry or even cooking as long as you had mingyu around.
other than mingyu, you ended up gravitating toward minghao, jihoon, seungcheol, and jeonghan. almost entirely separate, but sometimes you, seungcheol, and jeonghan would go out on a weeknight for some 2am ihop.
the last thing you or anyone else had expected however, was for you and jeonghan to develop a âsituationshipâ of sorts together.
over the last couple months, you both started developing what you thought were strictly sexual feelings toward each other. now, you werenât so sure. you knew your feelings were turning into something far deeper than just lust, but you quickly tried to shut them down in fear of ruining your initial friendship with him. tried to. you also were terrified to face those feelings because⊠you had no idea how he felt. other than the occasional secret or rant that he needed to share with you that he couldnât share with the boys, jeonghan was pretty emotionally reserved. you had NO idea how he actually felt about you beyond friendly and horny.
until that night.
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truth, dare, or drink was a game that you played with the boys every once in awhile when you guys were feeling frisky. normally, it came to one of your brains once you guys had already been drinking through the night.
in tonightâs game, jeonghan thought itâd be funny to dare jihoon to lean over and give you a kiss. childish. so childish. you could tell he just didnât have any better idea in his buzzed brain.
âawww donât be a pussy, jihoon!â jeonghan taunted him. he was leaning backward due to you being sandwiched between the two boys at the table, jihoon to your left, jeonghan to your right.
ânah iâm not touching her, hannie. youâre funnyâ jihoon chuckled, throwing back the clear liquid.
âheyyyy rude!â you pouted, crossing your arms playfully, a smile threatening to pull at your mouth.
âtsssâŠâ jihoon put down the shot glass. âjeonghan would kill me, y/nâ he chuckled. then, âow!â he yelled, still laughing.
you whipped your head to jeonghan who was⊠glaring at jihoon? heâd smacked him upside the head and you had no idea why. you thought jihoon making that comment was just to poke fun at the fact that everyone knew you and jeonghan were basically fuck buddies. however, jeonghan didnât find it very funny for whatever reason. you playfully pushed his face telling him to lighten up. to that he faintly smiled before putting his elbows on the table and lacing his fingers together in front of his face. he looked like a cartoon villain. what was he so upset about?
âanywaysâŠâ you were the next to talk. âsoonyoung! your turn!â you enthused leaning back in your seat to look at the boy to the right of jeonghan.
soonyoung jumped out of his seat before nearly screaming, âY/N!â
âoh fuck.â jihoon mumbled looking into his lap. you broke eye contact with soonyoung to look at jihoon in confusion.
âiâm so sorry to do this.â you looked back up at soonyoung. what the fuck is going on?
âman i swear, if you donât keep your mouth shut,â jihoon stood up from his chair.
âwhat? i have to ask!â
âno, no you donât.â jihoonâs voice was threateningly low, and you now thought you had a hunch as to whatâs about to happen. your heart started to race.
âis it true that you and hoon hooked up at last yearâs halloween party?!â
âiâm gonna beat your fucking ass-â
you pushed your chair out blocking jihoonâs path before he could follow through. you shot your arm out for good measure to make sure he didnât try to pass you. he silently turned around and sat back in his chair.
when you turned back around to face soonyoung, you couldnât help but feel jeonghanâs eyes burning holes into you along with everyone elseâs.
âdude, why?â you asked in a low tone.
âwhaaaat the game was getting boring! i had to spice things up a bit,â he teased putting a hand on his hip before pointing his finger in your face over jeonghanâs head. ânow answer the question or take a shot missy. either way, weâll know the answer.â
you glared at him intensely sitting back down in your chair and quietly saying âitâs true,â before reaching for the shot in front of you and slamming it anyways. you needed it. you felt jeonghanâs eyes on the side of your face and you couldnât bring yourself to look at him. you just locked eyes with mingyu across the table, knowing that even with his shock, his gaze would comfort you nonetheless. it worked. his face quickly went from a âwhat the fuck?â expression to a reassuring âweâll talk about this laterâ look.
âahemâ
no.
âthatâs interesting,â josh said from the head of the table.
âjosh!â you, seungcheol and mingyu yelled at the same time. they also knew what joshua had to have been thinking, and didnât want you to endure more embarrassment.
â i thought i was your only little secret,â he said in a condescending tone, crossing his arms.
your face was hot. âit happened years ago josh!â you were yelling from your seat. âand we havenât talked about it since! why are you even bringing it up? who cares!â
SLAM! you flinched. jeonghan had punched the table.
âi fucking do!â he yelled shooting up from his chair. âwhile weâre here,â his voice dropped, placing his palms on the table, leaning forward glancing at everyone. âwould anyone else like to confess to fucking y/n?â
âjeonghan,â you reached your hand up to rest on his arm and you felt his muscles stiffen.
âitâs not like that,â jihoon followed up, trying to reassure him. jeonghan wouldnât look at him. âit was over a year ago. it wasnât important then, and itâs not important now.â
âit still fucking happened,â he looked over his shoulder down at you. âand you didnât tell me about it.â his tone was laced with what could only be described as anguish.
âdoesnât seem like sheâs told anyone,â josh pettily adds before taking a sip of whatever drink heâd made for himself before the game started.
now you were the one to punch the table but you didnât stand up. âdammit josh! jihoon and i both agreed weâd pretend like it never happened. it was a mistake. and it happened years after you and i hooked up so why would i tell you out of everyone?! i didnât even tell mingyu!â you were shaking in your seat. your breath rapid as you were hitting the peak of your anger induced high. shitfaced josh didnât know when to stop. sober josh would never even slightly push anyoneâs buttons the way drunk josh was vigorously punching yours right now (and jeonghanâs).
âwell it seems you told mingyu and cheol about us, so whatâs the reason for that? was i too good to forget?â
before jeonghan could even start to move toward him you stood up, forcefully holding him back by his shoulder. he froze. âjoshâŠâ you started, still keeping your hand on jeonghan to make sure he didnât try anything. âi told them because i was fucking humiliated, and couldnât believe that i fucked you.â you spat. âis that what you wanted to hear?â you couldâve sworn in that moment, all of jeonghanâs tension shifted to josh because as jeonghan found his way back into his chair, josh stood up. it didnât phase you in the slightest.
âyouâre fucking lying, y/n. i had to have been the best you ever-â
âfucking watch yourself man,â seungcheol warned, also getting out of his seat to defend you and jeonghan, his best friend.
âoh what? did you fuck her too?â
âthatâs it!â jeonghan shot back out of his chair charging toward him.
luckily seungcheol was at the chair right next to josh and managed to get to him before jeonghan, stepping in front of him as some sort of human shield. jeonghan stopped in his tracks, mere inches away from his best friend.
âcheol, move.â he growled.
âwalk away jeonghan.â seungcheol tried to calm him down.
âiâm not walking the fuck away. move or iâll move you myself.â
âhannie, itâs not worth it,â you chimed in, making your way to him. âhe [josh] isnât worth it. what we did isnât worth it.â joshua scoffed at your comment. you tried to ignore him, knowing that if sober josh was in there somewhere, he was telling his drunk self to just shut the fuck up and go along with all of it. although you really were ashamed of that hookup. you guys were like 19 at the time after all.
âlook,â jeonghan turns around to face you. âjihoon? i get it. donât ask me how or why, but itâs not much of a shock to me. i can suck it up over that.â he pointed his arm out behind him straight at josh, still looking at you. âbut him? fucking joshua?â his voice nearly breaking at the end.
âwhat the fuck is that supposed to mean?â josh mumbled.
you and jeonghan ignored him.
âit happened years ago hannie.â it suddenly dawned on you how intense this simple game of truth or dare had turned. as you and jeonghan stared at each other in silence, everyone else waiting for what was gonna happen next, you had a million thoughts running through your mind. why does he care so much ? is it because josh is one of his best friends and he canât believe josh didnât tell him? is he⊠jealous? no. maybe?
it was almost like jeonghan could hear the questions in your head. his face turned into something small and ashamed as he slowly lowered his head looking down at the ground. one last thought was about to run through your head. is he like in lo-
then seungkwan broke the silence, clearing his throat. you both whipped your heads to the other end of the table. everyone else still staring at the two of you. âwhy donât we just continue the game. no more stupid bullshit, soonyoung.â
you took a deep breath. âi think i like the sound of that boo,â you held your hand out for jeonghan to take and he did so hesitantly. not until the two of you were fully seated did seungcheol make his way back to his seat. everyoneâs eyes moved to josh still standing at the end of table⊠waiting for him to sit.
âjosh?â mingyu spoke up. it was almost like he snapped him out of a trance.
âyeah! yeah letâs keep playing,â he blurted sitting back down.
âalright well i guess itâs my turn then,â seungcheol nervously chuckled. âjun! i dare you to take a shot!â
âwhat?â jun laughed. collectively the tension in the room withered away as everyone started laughing softly, giving seungcheol confused looks, except for josh. he just sat, straight faced.
âyeah, youâve barely drank tonight! cmon! either way you have to take a shot sooooâŠâ seokmin added.
âokay okay,â jun smiled while leaning over the table for the bottle.
once he took the shot, everyone carefully looked to joshua who was clearly faking his enthusiasm now. âokay well⊠i gotta go with y/n!â he said in such a deceptively happy tone, you knew he wasnât over what had just finally ended for you and literally everyone else at the table.
vernon spoke up for the first time since his last turn probably 15 minutes ago, âplease donât be a dick dude.â he casually took a sip of his drink.
âdonât worry, donât worryyyy. i just gotta ask her something.â
you watched jeonghanâs face as he stared at his drink in front of him. his jaw was clenched so tight you thought he might shatter his teeth. you put your hand on his thigh under the table to silently tell him you wish josh would shut up just as bad as he did. âwhy donât you just leave her alone man?â jeonghan asked calmly not looking away from his glass.
âwell i would but thereâs just this burning question i have in my head that i canât shake,â josh was slurring a bit but still thinking about his next words wisely. ây/n,â he was staring into your soul, and you did the same to him, not backing down. âwas i not the best youâve ever had?â
âno,â you immediately answered. âno you werenât. why do you think i never mentioned it again?â jeonghan smiled to himself looking down in his lap, grabbing your hand that was on his thigh. the gesture was oddly sweet in this bitter situation.
âoh? well then who was the best hm?â josh followed up.
âoh, jeonghan! hands down,â you didnât even hesitate. his grip on your hand tightened, the grin on his face widening as his eyes stayed locked in his lap. you even heard jihoon softly chuckle behind you.
âbullshit,â josh accused. jeonghan quickly looked up at him, tilting his head ever so slightly. âno way heâs giving it to you better than i did.â
after that comment, everyone collectively started yelling at him to just go to sleep or leave the game, anything to get him to stop his petty remarks. including you. you were still yelling when jeonghan turned to you, cupping your face, âshut the fuck up,â he whispered before grabbing your wrist and forcefully pulling you away from the table. he stopped at the end by joshâs chair.
âfine!â jeonghan exclaimed, silencing everyone. he then leaned in to joshâs ear, âiâll just let you hear how much better im giving it to her.â and with that jeonghan was dragging you up the stairs at an aggressive pace, not even giving anyone the opportunity to respond.
once you reached the top of the stair case he spun you around in front of him so you were walking backwards. you passed the banister as he started taking off your shirt. your bare chest on display for anyone to see had they looked up from the table down below. you couldnât care less.
âkiss me,â you whimpered trying not to stumble backward as heâs fondling with the button of your pants. he obeyed, eagerly crashing his lips into yours as you both neared his room. he started turning you to the left and you knew youâd reached your destination. he didnât push you all the way into his room though.
âif it gets to be too much say âstopâ,â he breathed before pushing you against his open door and dropping to his knees, immediately pulling your pants down. you stepped out of them without a second thought. is he just gonna fuck me against his open bedroom door?
âfuck!â you gasped out as he dove in after your clothed core. i guess the answer is yes.
âjesus y/n,â he growled moving your underwear to the side. âyouâre fucking soaked already,â he continued to lap at your pussy, the annoying fabric now out of the way.
âmmm liked you getting m-mad,â you whispered, not wanting the others to hear your confession. you knew it sounded pathetic.
jeonghan groaned into you in response. you liked him fuming over the thought of someone else fucking you better than he did? if his dick wasnât pushing to break free from his sweats before, it sure was now.
âfuck, youâre such a slut y/n,â he slurred, now grabbing at your underwear, ripping it on each side down the seams and throwing them right across the hall into joshâs open room.
âhannie what the fuck?â you bemoaned. youâd just bought the lacy fabric the other day for him to admire, not ruin. the fact that he threw them in joshâs room couldnât be less of a concern to you right now.
he stood up putting his hand around your neck, firmly pressing you against the door. âwhat?â he asked innocently, taunting you before crashing his lips back into yours. you moaned into the kiss, desperate for him to touch you again.
as if heâd read your mind, he used his free hand to pull down the waistband of his sweats, finally letting his dick breathe. he put his cock in between your legs, basically fucking your thighs. the subtle friction against your clit was enough to send you spiraling. you were over his teasing and torture.
âhannie, please,â you panted.
âplease what?â he mocked, still rutting against the heat between your legs.
âplease fuck me,â you whined.
it wasnât good enough for him. âwhat? iâm sorry baby,â baby? âi donât think josh can hear you.â
you were suddenly reminded of the circumstances surrounding the current situation you were in. you felt yourself turn beet red.
âremember, you can tell me to stop,â he whispered to you, noticing your complexion.
âno, no donât stop,â you begged.
he smiled maniacally. âokay. so again, i donât think josh could hear what you said,â his voice rising in the second half.
âplease jeonghan, please fuck me. please!â you cried, knowing damn well that josh and unfortunately, everyone else could hear your desperate words.
âsuch a good little whore for me arenât you?â his grip on your neck tightened, his other hand grabbing his cock, lining himself up with your entrance. you lifted your leg to give him easier access.
he pushed past your folds and you winced at the slight stretch, but you fit jeonghan like a glove. ever since the first time you guys had sex it almost felt like you were⊠made for each other in a way.
âyou okay?â he nearly wheezed, trying to hold himself back from going completely animalistic on you in this moment. wanting to claim you as his for everyone to hear⊠for josh to hear.
fuck joshâŠ
he barely let you nod your head before snapping his hips, thrusting his cock into you so fast you swear you saw stars. the squeal that escaped your throat was something of pure filth and you knew that by this point, josh had to have felt like a fucking idiot for everything he said.
jeonghan moved his hands to your thighs, hoisting you up, your back still flat against his door, his cock buried deep inside you. âiâm going to absolutely ruin you and your pretty little pussy,â he fucked himself deeper into you if that was even possible, ânot even gonna be able to walk back down these stairs without my help,â he panted.
âmmmph hannie~â were your last whimpering words before he started brutally fucking himself in and out of your sopping cunt. you were a blubbering mess, whining and crying out like a bitch in heat.
âdammit y/n how are you always this t-tight,â jeonghan groaned before swallowing your sounds in a sloppy, wet kiss. his tongue desperately darted into your mouth to dance with yours and you were more than willing to let it in. your tongues danced together not so elegantly as his dick was thrusting into you with determination, his door thudding against the wall to the rhythm heâd set, and you moaning uncontrollably into his mouth.
you started to wonder what everyone downstairs was doing. especially josh.
âmmm wait wait wait hannie wait,â you put your hands on his shoulders putting enough distance between your bodies just to speak.
âi-i feel bad for everyone downstairs. should we keep doing this?â you whispered, giggling a little as the gravity of the situation really started weighing on you.
âi really donât give a fuck about everyone downstairs.â he kissed you deeply. âunless it really makes you uncomfortable, then weâll stop.â
âiâm not really uncomfortable just⊠feel bad.â
âwell donât. and remember how this all started?â
he was right.
âyouâre right,â you threw your arms around his neck, attacking his lips with your own, taking control of the situation.
he let your legs down, now gripping your waist, pulling your naked body closer to him. you spun the two of you around so he was against the door. you pulled away from your kiss to lift his shirt over his head and throw it into his room. you then dropped to your knees, almost mirroring his actions from earlier. you pulled his sweats and underwear down to his ankles and he kicked them off to the side.
âfuck hannie,â you moaned, clenched around nothing as you were eye level with his cock. jeonghan couldâve came just at the sight of you gawking over his dick beneath him.
ây/n as much as iâd love to feel your mouth around me, i need to fuck you properly and i need to do it now,â he cooed cupping your face. he traced his thumb across your lip and you took it into you mouth, sucking on it like a binkie. âfuck, youâre such a fucking slut y/n,â he ripped his hand from your mouth. âon the bed. now.â
you started to stand up but he stopped you, âno, crawl.â you did exactly as you were told and crawled your way to the foot of his bed.
you could predict heâd want you on all fours, but you didnât want to assume, so you sat on the edge of his bed waiting for further instructions.
âyou know how i want you.â he was making his way toward you.
you quickly turned around on your knees and lowered yourself so your face and arms were flat on the bed and your ass was in the air.
when jeonghan got within arms length of your body, without hesitation he slapped your right ass cheek before grabbing it tightly, his left hand doing the same to the other side. you just yelped and balled up the sheets in your fists.
spreading you so wide you thought you might split, he speaks again. âthereâs so much more of you that i want to explore, y/n,â he mumbled lining himself up with your aching core once again.
âs-so explore me, jeonghan,â your voice was rather shaky as you waited for his cock to be shoved into you at any moment.
âfuck babyâŠâ baby again? you didnât have time to process the pet name once again before jeonghan picked up where you guys had left off.
his hands were holding onto your waist for dear life as he railed you into his bed with no mercy.
âf-f-fuck hann-nie!â you cried out, every stutter on beat with his hips. a string of the most lewd whimpers, whines and groans youâve every let fly from your mouth followed.
âuh huh, thatâs r-right. how g-good do i-fuck~ fuck you huh?â he boasted.
something about jeonghanâs feral tendencies to âclaimâ you had you tightening around him over and over, that familiar knot forming in your tummy.
âg-god hannie iâm c-close!â you warned, gripping the sheets until your knuckles turned white.
he pulled his dick out of you instantly. you started pouting, ânoooo hannie why did you-â
you heard a pop from his mouth and couldnât help but turn your head around as far as you could. âhannie?â
âif you donât like it, or itâs too much, what do you say?â
ââstopâ⊠what are you- fuck!â
jeonghanâs thumb was prodding at your other hole, barely being granted access due to it never being messed with. âtoo much?â he asked as the tip of his thumb slipped in.
the groan that escaped your mouth was all he needed but you tried to respond anyway, ân-no hannie~ fffuckâŠâ your voice trailed off, the new sensation sending your body into a blissfully painful new level of pleasure.
jeonghan lined himself back up, slipping inside of you with ease at this point. the sensation of being able to feel his cock sliding in and out of you through your ass with his thumb was a feeling he didnât know he needed. he threw his head back, slowly pulling himself out almost entirely before steadily pushing himself back into you, pushing down with his thumb to feel every inch through your gummy walls. âgod dammit, y/n. youâre gonna be the death of me,â he snarled before once again picking back up to his animalistic pace from before.
you both were a moaning mess, in your own bubble of euphoria when suddenly, you were rudely interrupted by an annoyingly familiar voice.
âokay you fucking psychopaths, your point has been made. can you shut the fuck up now?!â josh yelled from down below. if you two were being honest, the moment jeonghan had you crawling across the floor to his bed, youâd forgotten all about josh and the others.
âno. you can come close the fucking door!â jeonghan yelled back trying to keep his voice steady when in reality, he could fall apart here and now. fall to his knees and cry at how amazing you were making him feel. youâre the reason he can fuck you so good. you make it impossible not to.
âgod you guys are fucking obnoxiousâŠâ joshâs voice trailed off at the end of his sentence as he reached jeonghanâs door. he froze in his tracks. his drunken state didnât really allow him to comprehend that he was going to be walking in on jeonghan absolutely wrecking you. he was just coming up to close the door, but he couldnât stop staring.
he was snapped out of his daze when jeonghan whipped his head around, making immediate eye contact with him, not slowing down his thrusts in the slightest, completely unfazed.
âthe fuck do you want?â he spat. you managed to turn your head to the side to catch a glimpse of the boy in the doorway. your vision blurry from being completely fucked out of your mind. you knew it felt wrong that he was seeing all of this, but your brain was so fuzzy you couldnât really focus on anything else other than jeonghan.
âi- i was just closing the door,â josh managed to mutter out. as he reached for the doorknob, jeonghan spoke up again.
âno. you wanna watch so bad?â he slowly took his thumb out of you first, then his cock. you subconsciously whimpered at the sudden empty feeling. you knew you should move, knew you should adjust so you werenât so exposed for josh to see but you couldnât bring yourself to in your sex drunk (and still literally tipsy) state.
jeonghan, dick still out, made his way over to josh. âthen come have a seat,â his tone was bitter as he grabbed him by the shoulder and walked him to his desk chair, nearly throwing him down.
âdude i donât-â
âi dont want to hear it. youâre the one that stopped to watch so im giving you what you want, yeah?â suddenly jeonghan had dominance over everyone in the room. all josh could do was nod in response.
with the main reason for all of this absurdity now sitting in the room, jeonghan felt it was appropriate to shut the door. he did so forcefully, then made his was back over to you.
your head already being turned to your left where jeonghanâs desk was, you were looking right at josh. you quickly flipped your head the other way, embarrassed by your state. jeonghan took a fistful of your hair and slowly pulled you up so your back was flat against chest.
âi want him to watch me make you fall apart,â he whispered so gently in your ear for no one else to hear. âis that okay pretty girl?â the nickname making your tummy do flips all over again. of course that was okay. sure it would be embarrassing for the first 5 seconds, but josh pissed you off tonight more than anyone. so yes, yes of course he could be put in his place with a front row seat to the show.
âjeonghan yes,â you breathed desperately, clenching around nothing.
âgood,â you wish you could see the smile on his face that you could hear when he spoke. ânow, when you lay back down, turn your head back toward him so he can watch your face while i claim whatâs mine.â
whatâs his?
you did as you were told and when jeonghan loosened his grip on your hair, you lowered yourself back down with your face in the sheets facing joshua once again. he looked at you with a stare that was incomprehensible. was it lust? embarrassment? anger? probably all of the above, but you didnât care. all you cared about was jeonghan filling you back up.
jeonghan started to make a snarky comment to joshua when you interrupted him.
âhannie p-please who fucking cares i need you to fuck me please please please!â you were on the brink of tears. so desperate for him, to feel his cock deep inside you again.
âoh someoneâs needy hm? good girl asking so nicely.â his voice something carnal. he took barely two seconds to line himself up with your soaked, swollen, reddened and abused core.
you didnât think he was holding back before but holy shit were you wrong. his hands were basically imbedded into your waist. his hips snapping with even more determination and vigor than before. it took no more than 20 seconds for him to get that knot forming in your tummy again.
âis this what you wanted, you fucking whore? such a whore for my cock arenât you.â he growled. âtell me baby, has anyone ever fucked you this good?â he whined out, his own orgasm approaching.
you mustâve taken a millisecond too long to answer him because he harshly smacked your ass making you cry out in pain (in a good way of course). âanswer me.â
âyes!â your voice coming out in a mix of whimpers and pure air. âno one c-can f-fuck⊠fuck me like you do hannie!â
ânot even josh over here?â
your eyes had been shut since jeonghan started fucking you again⊠you forgot josh was in the room. when you opened them you were met with the sight of him shamelessly palming himself through his sweats. âespecially not josh,â you managed to spit out rather clearly. it was a somewhat mean statement but the mother fucker was getting off to watching jeonghan literally prove that he can fuck you better than josh ever couldâve, so why not humiliate him a little more?
sure enough, josh groaned out in pleasure. sick.
âthatâs fucking right.â jeonghan managed to pull out, flip you onto your back, and start fucking you again so fast you got dizzy. the new angle allowing him to hit a new spot, one that was bringing you closer to the edge, much faster than before.
âmmmmffff h-hannieee~â was all you could manage to get out, but he knew exactly what it meant.
âgonna make a mess all over my cock baby? hm? gonna show josh what a fucking idiot he is?â he whined once again. he moved his hand down and began rubbing circles on your clit, bringing you to your breaking point.
you turned into an illiterate wreck. somewhere laced in your desperate noises were traces of jeonghanâs name. you physically couldnât bring yourself to unscrew your eyes to look at him. you knew he loved it when you made eye contact whenever you came undone for him, but you just couldnât. you suddenly felt a soft hand gently grab your neck.
âi fucking love your face, y/n,â he whispered as his hips started to stutter. you managed to open your eyes to look at him right before he started to come undone himself, you still coming down from your own state of euphoria. when your eyes locked, he immediately crashed his lips into yours, his hand on your neck tightening as his hips thrusted into you one last time. you couldnât help but clench around him when you felt his warm seed fill you up. his mouth fell open letting out a feral noise as you two lay forehead to forehead, jeonghan slowly moving himself in and out of you letting you milk his cock for all itâs worth. his hand that was around your neck moved up to cup your face instead, wiping your tears that you didnât even realize had fallen from your eyes during all of⊠that.
âjosh?â jeonghanâs voice was low, and he never broke eye contact with you. âget out.â
you heard josh shuffle out of the room shutting the door behind him. it was nice for it to just be the two of you again⊠not that you didnât enjoy the game you two just played.
jeonghanâs eyes were piercing into yours with something different than youâd ever seen. it was a content look which you were used to butâŠ
âi-â he paused, scanning your eyes to see if he should even say such a foolish thing.
âyou what, jeonghan?â you said delicately, running your fingers through your hair.
âi love you, y/n.â he whispered. he sunk his head down to the rook of your neck as if to hide. it was the most precious thing youâve ever seen this boy do.
âjeonghanâŠâ you shifted to grab his face and bring it back up to look at you. âi love you too.â
how were you two sharing the most soft, comforting moment with each other right after having sex that you felt would have the devil himself appalled?
âreally?â his eyes lit up, a smile growing on his face. he showered every inch of your face in kisses as you giggled through every second of it. once he finally stopped you nodded silently with a soft smile plastered across your face.
most normal people in such a situation would be asking all sorts of questions, but you didnât care to. you knew you guys would talk about it at the right time for both of you, that time just wasnât now.
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âBREAKFAST!!â mingyu yelled from the kitchen. you were barely managing to open your eyes as you heard footsteps running down the hall. for these men being well past their teenage years, you always found yourself thinking of them as boys. always so cheerful and full of energy, even first thing in the morning.
once you âcame toâ if you will, you realized you were being spooned by the boy that confessed his love for you last night⊠or early this morning. the moment he ripped you away from the table youâd lost track of all time.
you both were naked but you felt clean. you vaguely remember in your post-fucked-out state, that jeonghan had carried you to the bathroom with him to shower.
âhannie,â you spoke just above a whisper.
âhmmmmmm,â he groaned, pulling you closer to him.
âgyu just said breakfast is ready and.. iâm hungry.â
âi donât blame you.â you could hear the smile on his face even tho your back was turned to him. his morning voice was husky, the sound of it immediately going to your core, but you were too hungry to do anything about it.
âshutup,â you giggled. âletâs get dressed.â
âugggggh okay fine, fine.â
he let you slip out of his arms to sit on the edge of his bed before⊠attempting to get up. your legs were so physically weak, you couldnât bring yourself to stand. in that moment you knew jeonghan was watching you because he bursted out laughing.
âoh iâm so sorry,â he sighed once he finished his laughing session.
âfor laughing at the fact that i canât stand? or for being the fucking reason that i canât stand?â you jokingly scolded.
âboth,â he shrugged with a smug smirk on his face before getting up and grabbing two pairs of briefs from his drawer, one for you and one for him. he put on a pair, then threw a baggy t-shirt on and called it good. âi hope youâre okay twinning with me,â he teased as he got on his knees to slide the underwear he grabbed for you onto your legs. once he got to your thighs you took over.
âi donât mind in the slightest,â you gave him a cheeky smile. he shifted closer to you on his knees so he was between your legs, then gave you a tender kiss before he spoke again.
âgood. now what shirt of mine do you want to wear, princess?â
you looked up at the ceiling, cartoonishly thinking even though you both knew what shirt you wanted to wear.
âmaybe that really really baggy sweater with that âmessage ofâ whatever on it?â
he gave you another kiss with a smile before moving to his closet. âmessage of ames it is, pretty girl.â
once he helped you put the sweatshirt on, you still sitting on the bed, he kneeled backwards in front of you so you could hop on his back.
âwe were taking bets on if you two were gonna come down,â minghao deadpanned from the table, taking a bite of one of mingyuâs pancakes.
âthe princess was hungry.â you lightly hit him upside the head before he carefully set you down right next to the chair he just pulled out for you. once you sat, he pushed you in.
minghao smiled at you. he spoke up once jeonghan walked into the kitchen to fetch your plates. âiâm glad he treats someone nicely.â
you two giggled together. âand iâm glad itâs me.â
âoh⊠something happened last night.â he paused with his forkful of hash browns in front of his face. âwell, beside the obvious.â
your face grew hot. âha, yeah you wouldnât believe.â
âcanât wait to hear about it,â he whispered, then shoveling the hash browns into his mouth.
âhey,â jeonghan blurted setting your plate down in front of you. âyou guys, whereâs josh?â he asked casually as he sat with his own plate as if what happened last night just simply⊠didnât happen. you could imagine he was hesitant to face you both.
but thenâŠ
ây/n! jeonghan!â josh yelled from his room. âwhat the fuck are these?!â
you and jeonghan slowly turned to look at each other, both wearing the words âoh fuckâ on your faces without muttering a word. jeonghan shot out of his chair and ran up the stairs to save both of your asses.
you turned to your food, silently poking at a piece of your scrambled eggs. minghao leaned in close, so you turned to him. âwhat did he find?â he whispered.
as if on cue, mingyu ran over from the kitchen to lean his head in. you leaned close to the boys so you knew any lingering ears wouldnât hear. âjeonghan threw my underwear in his room,â you whispered back.
minghao bursted out laughing, mingyu stood up dumbfounded. exaggerated shock displayed on his face. anyone else in the room who was trying to mind their own business was now staring.
âyou guys are too fucking much,â minghao sighed while holding a smile on his face. mingyu silently kissed you on the top of your head before walking back into the kitchen.
âyou have no idea,â you smiled back, taking a bite of your best friendâs homemade pancakes.
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