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You like me?
Grace Clinton x Reader
Summary: Grace likes you, but you donât know it; you also like her and youâre sure you have no chance.
Warnings: some swearing, not much else.
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âYou asked her yet then?â Ella asks, her, Mary and Alessia sitting down by your side. You shake your head solemnly and look out to where Grace was messing around on the training pitch with Beth.
It was a sunny day and the way the light reflected off her simply gorgeous eyes made your heart skip a few beats. âNot yet, Iâm not even sure she likes me man.â You groan, sagging against the comfortable sofa.
âJesus- Y/N, weâve been over this. Sheâs so into you! Anyone can spot it from bloody miles away.â Alessia grumbles, scrubbing a hand over her face with an exasperated sigh.
âYâknow what, if anyone had told me Iâd be helping two lovesick kids figure out their feelings for each other in Spain? Iâd tell them to fuck off. But here I am. So câmon,â Mary claps her hands and drags you to your feet. âget a move on. Tell her.â
You glare at her and defiantly sit back down, folding your arms. âWeâre not kids, grandma. Weâre adults, Iâll have you know. I pay taxes.â
âOkay, yeah sure whatever. Just piss off and let us do our puzzles.â Mary pokes you in the sides as you yelp, your sliders nearly falling into the pool as you practically leap off the giant chair.
âDickhead! Youse lot sat down next to me!â You shout over your shoulder as you walk off, nervously approaching Grace. Youâre about to ask when a ball comes flying at your face and you find yourself flat on your ass and dazed, barely aware of the small trail of blood making its way down your chin from your nostrils.
âJesus, Clinton! Youâll damage the poor girl if you carry on!â You hear Beth shout as you blink back to reality.
Grace hoists you up, murmuring apologies and taking you to get cleaned up, dragging you to her room and into the bathroom.
After a minute of silence you speak up, âI couldâve walked you know?â
âWhat?â Grace asks, stopping and looking up at you from where sheâs knelt down on the floor.
âI couldâve walked.â You repeat again, chuckling and helping her look for a first aid kit, cold cloth still firmly pressed against your nose.
âOh, uh yeah. Sorry, you just, I-â
âClinton, mate, itâs fine. Donât sweat it.â You chuckles, triumphantly pulling the first aid kit from the cupboard with a grin, unaware of the utter heart eyes Grace was sending your way.
Eventually, youâre patched up. Not quite sure what to do, however, you sit there awkwardly while Grace cleans up the plethora of cloths and bandaids sheâd gripped from the medicine cabinet to get the first aid kit.
âHey, Clinton?â Itâs then when you remember Alessiaâs words,
âSheâs so into you! Anyone could spot it from bloody miles away!â
âI like you.â
âI like you too, Y/L/N.â
âNo, I like like you. Like⌠Like like.â
âAre you fuckinâ concussed?â Grace chuckles, but sheâs somewhat concerned as she starts gripping your face softly in her hands, urgently but with the utmost care, her thumbs widening your eyes manually to check your pupils.
âNo. Iâm not. I like you, Grace. Mums.â You breathe out, the fear of rejection gripping your heart with enough force to squeeze it in half.
âY/N⌠ShitâŚâ She begins, and youâre sure this is it. The whole âbut we can still be mates!â routine youd heard from many girls in the past. Until you feel her lips against yours, soft and tender and moving against you in a way that makes you convinced her lips were made to be against yours.
âI like you too.â
âYou? Like me?â You ask, lips swollen and cheeks flushed. Her appearance mirrored yours in a way, although she looked considerably more pretty in your opinion.
âYeah. Quite a lot actually, and for a while.â
She barely has time to finish her sentence before your lips are against hers again, and when you part you rest your forehead against hers, breathing heavily with the biggest smirk on your face.
âBuzzing.â You breathlessly say.
âYouâve been hanging out with Lessi too much.â She chuckles, making you slap her shoulder softly.
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A/N: Small one, but hope itâs enjoyed nonetheless.
#woso#football#futbol#woso fanfics#woso imagine#footy#woso x reader#futbĂłl#writer is not english#fluff#tottenham women#grace clinton#grace clinton x you#grace clinton x reader#idiots in love#reader is oblivious#grace is not as oblivious#but still oblivious#swearing#dni if swearing bothers you#lionesses#lionesses x reader
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â YOU A SUPERMAN? OR⌠A MINUTE MAN?
⥠fem!reader x various
featuringâŚ. gojo satoru, nanami kento & fushiguro toji
cw: 18+, minors dni, squirting, overstim, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, anal play (nanami)
synopsis: whoâs pounding till the sun rises and whoâs clocking out after one round?!
notes from mei! tbh the title doesnât really make sense⌠i listened to mcnasty(?) by jay park when it came out a while back and that lyric really resounded in my soul
GOJO ⥠a quick shot. but his dick stays hard. pretty superman-esque if you ask me.
âyou idiotâfuuuck, stop moving your hips!â the sound of both of your cum sloshing together rings in your ears. youâre pushing at his tummy, quivering legs haphazardly thrown over his shoulders and tears bubbling in your lash line.
it feels so full inside of you. youâve both been going at it for god knows how long; his release smeared on your lower tummy and inner thighs.
satoru moves your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours as he starts to press weight into each thrust.
âahh, mmaahhh!â head shaking back and forth on the pillow, ââm gonna cum! i canâtâsatoru, mâ gonna die!â
heâs practically whining, ignoring your pleas with sweat beading down his temple as he plows you relentlessly. âbaby, i canât hold out.â
his headâs thrown back, feeling his dick twitch whenever he kisses your cervix just right, eyes rolling back into his skull.
âyâfeel so good baby, why do you feel so good?â he pants, not realizing heâs filling you up with hot ropes of cum. heâs still thrusting and you swear if he keeps this up your bottom half is going to be numb.
still absolutely rock hard inside of you, he turns you on your side, one leg still on his shoulder while he grinds against that one spot that renders you speechless.
âlet me have one more, baby.â he whines, legs shaking, ââm still so hard fâyou.â
NANAMI ⥠depends. heâs good at holding himself off, but he also enjoys stuffing you with multiple loads of his cum.
heâs groaning, eyes lidded as he watches you align his cock with your leaky slit. globs of his cum seep from your pussy, soiling his faintly coloured pubic hairs. someway, somehow, you managed to flip your previous positions and heâs the one laying on the mattress instead of you.
âmy love,â he breathes, his large hand; callused from his work but still so gentle, caresses your hip, âiâm not going anywhere.â
itâs as if youâre in a rush, scrambling like heâs going to disappear.
you whine, legs quivering when his tip swipes against your entrance. âplease, nami, i want you to cum again⌠it feels sâgood.â
he smiles, his other hand reaching out to hold your face, thumb gently stroking against your cheek. âso needy today⌠have i been neglecting you?â
leaning down, you bury your face into his neck, grinding your soaked pussy onto his hardening cock. you hum shyly, distracting yourself by leaving wet kisses on his neck and shoulder.
he hums, your shyness making him all smug and sappy. âso thatâs what it is, huh?â
you feel him harden, before heâs lifting you and dropping you down on his cock. you tense, squealing into his shoulder. languidly, heâs making you fuck down onto him, his own hips jolting up to meet you halfway.
sneakily, a hand makes itâs way down to your ass. he swats playfully before gathering slick at the point where youâre both connected. surprised, your eyes widen when you feel his finger start playing with your rim. itâs gentle, soft massaging as heâs jackhammering into you.
with your legs shaking, he doesnât bother trying to move your hips, simply doing the work for you.
youâre gushing, liquid drooling from your pusey before you force yourself off of him, practically screaming as you squirt all over his lap. nanami groans, pulling you back down onto him to chase his release.
âoh my godâoh, fuuucckk!!â nails digging into his skin, your eyes roll back from the onslaught of pleasure. ââs shoo gooood!â
he chuckles in your ear, but it gets cut off with a moan, flooding your cunt with his seed. kissing your tear-soaked cheeks, he smiles against your skin. âstill feeling neglected, baby?â
TOJI ⥠one round and heâs hooonkkk mimimi⌠but heâs fucks nawwstyyy. like. he fucks you so good one round has you nearly passed out and quiveringâdrool and tears all over the pillow and your squirt leaving a niceee puddle right underneath you.
âthatâs right, doll.â he whistles lowly, watching your legs tense, knees lifting themselves off the bed as he continues to bury his fingers into your cunt, his pupils practically dilating as he continuously prods against your sweet spot.
itâs wet and sticky between your legs, pussy glistening under the cheap glow of your bedside night light.
youâre damn near in a downward dog, face smushed into the mattress as your squirt soaks the bed. toji doesnât let up, toying with your clit as he grins, cock twitching in his boxers.
when you slump face first into the bed, youâre practically drooling as you know whatâs coming next. sturdy, thickset fingers knead the globes of your ass, before you feel his heavy cock sneaking itâs way into your slit.
âlook at you,â he jeers, leaky tip pressing into your cunt. âbeing such a sweetheart after i made you squirt a few times.â
he buries himself to the hilt and you think youâre going cross-eyed. âyeah,â he croons, hips finding rhythm and bouncing on the fat of your ass, âyou just wanna cum, ainât that right?â
âyeesshh!â you cry. this position allows him too much control. youâre flat on your stomach, barely holding yourself up from your elbows. toji bares his weight on you, practically humping you and you know, heâs about to cum.
his tip kisses your g-spot repeatedly, scarred lips leaving wet kisses on your shoulder. ââm gonna cum, baby,â he breathes, âyouâll take it, wonâtâcha?â
you nod, eyes teary, âmmhm!â
you feel his lips against your skin, grinning. âcum with me baby, câmon. you got it.â
as if his words have magic, he thrusts a couple more times before he feels you squeeze, and heâs a goner. groaning, he has a feeling youâre squirting again while heâs shooting rope after rope inside of you. heâs dizzy, practically blacking out after he pulls out, wiping you down with his shirt that heâs mistaken for a towel.
he slumps beside you, with his eyes closed, he slings a hefty arm over your waist. you adjust as he pulls you closer, lips brushing against your scapula.
heâs snoring before you know it.
panel is from iâve become the target of his affection ^.^
#all supermans if you ask me but đ#jujutsu kaisen imagines#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#gojo smut#toji smut#nanami smut#gojo x reader#nanami x reader#toji x reader
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GIRLS NEED LOVE | PARK SUNGHOON
summary: you canât seem to listen when your best friend says her older brother is off limits.
word count: 3.2k
warnings (18+): smut. fluff (if you squint lmfao). swearing. alcohol. kissing. nipple play, fingering (f. receiving).
MINORS DNI!!
A/N: back again after my usual cycle of deleting and remaking accounts here (hopefully this is my last lol). edited and remade this just in case it sounds familiar!
The summer heat was relentless tonight, a thick, suffocating blanket that clung to your skin and refused to let go. You tossed and turned beneath the light sheets, frustration building with every huff of breath.
The air was humid, making it impossible to slumber. Despite having your eyes shut for what felt like an eternity, sleep remained elusive, teasing you from just beyond reach.
Youâd like to think there were other reasons besides the warmth of the summer evening that had you feeling hot and bothered. The muffled hum of cicadas outside droned on, an irritating cacophony that seeped through the walls, mingling with the soft snores of your best friend beside you.
But, it wasnât really the noise that kept you awakeâit was the swirling thoughts in your mind, each one pulling you deeper into a mixtape of memories you wished would stay buried.
Your brain, ever the tormentor, delighted in replaying moments youâd rather forget. Moments that belonged in the past, locked away and never to be revisited.
You wanted to blame the events at Jakeâs party on the alcoholâspecifically that cursed, yet sinfully good, cherry vodka Jay made.
It was the vodka, after all, that led you to kiss your best friendâs brother in the first place.
At least, thatâs what you wanted to believe. It was the alcoholâŚit had to be the alcohol.
It wasnât the fact that you had a raging crush on him for months. If anything, it was his fault. Sunghoon was the one who escaped from the party to join you. Somehow letting aimless conversation fall into enamoured glances, droning about how pretty you looked that night.
He was the one who slid his hands around your waist and pulled you closer, lips ghosting over yours and pleading to kiss you.
Passionately. Feverishly. Hungrily.
Your eyes snapped open with a frustrated sigh, the darkness of the room doing little to calm the rapid thrum of your heart as you sat up. The memory of Thursday night played vividly in your mind, leaving your chest tight and your thoughts tangled.
Since that night, you hadnât seen much of Sunghoon, his summer job at the beach keeping him occupied while you and Sooah roamed the town, searching for anything to distract yourselves from the blistering heat.
A part of you was relieved not to see him since Thursday night. You preferred the silence over the possibility of hearing him downplay what happened, blaming it on âparty spiritâ or the alcohol.
With a sigh, you slipped out of bed, your feet softly padding across the carpeted floor as you made your way out of the room.
Maybe a midnight snack would help ease your restless mind, you thought, as you quietly descended the stairs, the faint glow from the living room spilled onto the wooden floor signalling that you werenât the only one awake tonight.
But, preoccupied with the sole quest to sleep, you brush it aside, entering the dimly lit kitchen and making a beeline for the fridge.
When you open the fridge you close your eyes with a sigh, the feeling of the cold breeze hitting your skin making you feel a thousand times better.
âCanât sleep?â Sunghoonâs voice tickling the shell of your ear startles you, slightly jumping with a stifled scream. âWhat the hell?!â You whisper yell, âdonât sneak up on people like that!â You chide, clutching your heart in an attempt to regain your composure.
Sunghoonâs smirk grows into a smile, seemingly humoured with scaring you shitless and you roll your eyes at him. It only takes a few seconds to notice how close he is to you, swallowing thickly as your eyes scanned his appearance.
Nothing but a pair of sweatpants and white socksâŚgreat, he was shirtless.
âI donât think I will sleep anytime soon, thanks to you.â You grumbled in response to his question, awarding yourself for not sparing another glance at his naked upper half.
âOh come on princess, it wasnât that bad.â You roll your eyes again before returning to the fridge, trying not to mull over the nickname he had just given you.
You could feel Sunghoonâs gaze remain fixed on you, studying you intently, until he eventually turned his attention to the fridge. You felt as though he could feel the heat radiating from your skin as he moved closerâ the gentle breaths escaping his lips and teasing the hairs on your neck, causing you to shiver.
You quickly emerge from the little world of the icy machine, settling with the first thing you see to avoid being with him in such closenessâwhich is a simple vanilla bean yoghurt.
The tension in the air feels painfully thick and awkward, and you silently mutter prayers in hopes that he leaves the minute he finds what heâs looking forâ but he doesn't.
Sunghoon emerges with an energy drink, the crisp sound of the can opening cutting through the white noise. He effortlessly leans against the marble counter, taking a slow deliberate sip of the drink, Adam's apple rising and falling as he swallows. As he pulls the can away, he casually wipes his bottom lip with his thumb, gaze locking onto you again.
Your yoghurt suddenly looks really interesting, reading the indecipherable scientific words in the ingredient list and immersing yourself in the brand's origin story, all in an effort to avoid the intense presence of the guy in front of you.
âWe should talk about Thursday night.â Your heart sinks in dread. Your face begins to burn and you nervously clear your throat, âtalk about what?â
âYou know what Y/N.â He says, stepping closer to you. Sunghoon settles the sweaty can onto the counter, surveilling your surroundings before he lowers his voice, âSo youâre just gonna pretend like you donât remember?â
You finally glance at the guy, whose brown eyes are already boring into your soul, searching for any sort of answer in your stoic expression. You swallow thickly as you revisit Thursday nightâs events for the umpteenth time and it all still feels like a dream.
The way Sunghoon kissed you in a way that left you breathless, hands gripping your waist so tight as though youâd slip away any second.
You clearly remembered it as though it were yesterday, the tingling sensation of his fingertips on your skin, the scent of his cologne filling the air, the lustrous look in his eyes when he pulled away, only to have you lean in for more.
You indeed did kiss your best friend's brother.
âSunghoon.â You sigh, "Can't we just put it behind us? We weren't in the right state of mind,"
Sunghoon shook his head with a frustrated sigh, leaving his spot beside you and positioning himself in front of you. His hands gripped the edge of the counter on either side of you, effectively trapping you and preventing your escape.
âY/N, both of us know that isnât true.â Sunghoon pauses and your breath gets caught in your throat when his hand meets your cheek, his cold touch sending delightful shivers down your spine.
"Are you honestly telling me that didn't hold any meaning for you?" His voice was low, almost tinged with frustration.
You finally look away, unable to keep the nerve-wracking eye contact but Sunghoon makes a sound of disapproval, his hand swiftly moving to your chin and turning you to meet his face again.
He emits a hum, eyebrows raised and anticipating a response, and your mouth opens, but you struggle to articulate any kind of excuse.
You hate just how much you dwindle under Sunghoonâs presence, hoping that he canât hear the hammering of your heart, along with the nervous breaths that slip past your lips whenever he looks at you.
âWell it did for me.â
âI liked it.â He shrugs, leaning in, dimples denting his cheeks with a knowing smirk when he catches the way your body reacts.
âAnd Iâd give anything to feel those lips againâ He admits desperately, voice below a whisper. You can only let out a shaky breath as Sunghoonâs thumb toys with the plump flesh of your bottom lip, slowly inching closer to him and finally closing the gap between you two.
Kissing Sunghoon feels just like the first time, an electrifying sensation coursing through your body, with your heart pounding so loudly that it could reverberate off the kitchen walls. It's like a breath of fresh air, a mixture of exhilaration, longing and relief washing over you.
You sigh, hands finding his face as he kisses back, desperately leaning into the kiss as he matches your fervour, hands slipping to your waist and pulling you closer as if there were still some distance to bridge between you. Your hands wind around his neck, fingers tangling in his dark hair, pulling his face closer as the passionate kisses gradually blend into a makeout session.
The sounds of kissing fill the room, the fridgeâs hums doing nothing to drown the rather lewd sounds out. Sunghoon breaks away from you, his breathing uneven. His cheeks carry a faint blush, and his hair is a cute mess.
It takes everything in you not to gravitate back to the solace of his soft and pretty lips and youâre taken aback, nearly letting out a surprised yelp when his hands swiftly reach for the back of your thighs, effortlessly lifting you up and placing you onto the chilly surface of the marble countertop.
Youâre now at eye-level and without warning, he is back on your lips, hands finding themselves under the thin material of your tank top and the cold metal of his rings against your flaming skin make your arch your back reflexively.
He pulls away, teeth softly tugging your bottom lip, with a breathy groan before he moves your jawline, sloppy open mouthed kisses travelling down your neck, sucking and nipping at the delicate skin, softly whimpering and sighing as the sensation blurred any rational thought that was left in your mind.
His hand slipped past your sternum, over your flimsy tank top and under it, brushing over your hot skin and on landing your breast, giving the flesh a soft squeeze.
Sunghoonâs lips follow suit, lips gliding over your collarbone before lifting your shirt up and attaching his lips to your nipple without warning, soft moans filling the quiet room as his tongue swipes over the erect bud.
Your fingers weaved in his soft hair, tugging on it as he moved to the other, kissing, nipping and sucking, the feeling snowballing the ache between your legs.
He finally pulled away with a âpopâ, glancing back at your clouded state, eyebrows furrowed and bottom lip between your teeth.
âYouâre so, so fucking beautiful.â Sunghoon groans, gently grabbing your face, kissing you messily. His hands glide to your hips, lips moving sloppily and hungrily against yours.
His pulls you closer to his body, legs hooked around his waist and thatâs when you feel it, something hard poking the inside of your inner thigh and when you pull yourself closer, it perfectly hits your aching cunt, a dizzying wave of pleasure coursing through you, your moans being swallowed by mouthâ and you can tell youâre not the only one who feels this way when you hear Sunghoonâs lewd groans.
You can't help but subconsciously roll your hips against him, grabbing at his waist and looking for some kind of frictionâ chasing the same feeling of pleasure that you felt before. You shamelessly moan at the lovely feeling of his clothed dick hitting you in the right spot, only making you more impatient and needy.
Sunghoonâs low moans make your stomach flip, and you want to hear more of them but he stopsâpulling away from your lips and gripping your waist so tightly you're sure it would leave a bruise.
âIf you keep doing that, Iâll have to fuck you on the counter.â He warns, but you canât take it seriously, not when his voice is so breathy and raspy.
âThen do it.â You whine, begging the man to throw you onto the counter like a rag doll and fuck you into oblivion.
But he only shakes his head, hands cupping your flushed cheeks, âI still want to make you feel good.â Sunghoon presses a soft kiss on your swollen lips.
His fingers tug the waistband of your shorts, and you lift yourself up as he swiftly removes themâ the warmth of your skin meeting the contrasting marble. âAs much as Iâd love to hear your pretty moans, try to be quiet, alright?â You nod quickly, impatient and desperate for him to just touch you already.
You suck in your stomach with a quiet gasp when his fingers trail across the smooth skin of your thighs, âSo softâŚâ He mumbled against your lips, hands sliding to the inside of your thighs, higherâŚhigher, until his fingers find their way to your underwear toying with its lacy hem, before reaching the place where you need him most.
You inhale sharply, almost failing to hold back a moan when he finally touches your clothed clit, fingers rubbing over the wet fabric. Youâre almost embarrassed by how quickly you lean into his touch, inaudibly yearning for more.
âFuck Hoon.â You breathe out, hands covering your mouth, muffling your needy moans as he traced over the wet spot in circular motions, whimpering every time his thumb
âYouâre so wet.â Sunghoon hisses, bottom lip between his teeth as he stares at you, eyes dark and pupils slightly blown.
âShit, is this all for me?â Sunghoon's velvety whispers against your lips seem so far away as your eyes flutter shut, âSunghoon, please.â You manage to whimper out, hands meeting his naked chest.
âPlease what?â He hums, feigning obliviousness and you groan, feeling your pride slowly wither away. âIâŚI need you.â You whined. âSo bad.â
âYeah?â Sunghoon coaxed and you nodded desperately, a smirk creeping onto his lips that you wished you could wipe offâ if it wasnât for the pent up sexual frustration you felt and its fate lying in his handsâŚliterally.
He wasted no time meeting your pleas, dragging the fabric to the side as fingers slid against your slick glistening folds, hand flying to your mouth and head falling back at the newfound pleasure coursing through you.
Your other hand gripped his shoulders, nails digging into the skin of his back and earning a hiss from Sunghoonâs lips. His fingers easily slip into your hole, your arousal more than enough to let his fingers move with his easeâ and you feel like youâre seeing stars.
âFuckâ A choked moan slips past your lips with a gasp, hand falling limpâ overwhelmed with pleasure. âYou like that baby?â Sunghoon coos, and you only hum in content, breaths coming in hitches as Sunghoon worked his fingers inside of you, pumping in and out at a satisfying and rhythmic pace.
Holding in your moans was getting harder and he could tell, watching your face contort in frustration and both pleasure, surprised your lips hadnât started bleeding from biting too hard.
â...feels so goodâ You manage to let out, half lidded eyes meeting the man before you, practically enamoured by your presence. âI d-donât think I can...fuckâ You choked out. âCome on baby, I know you can take it.â Sunghoonâs words almost send you over the edge. Your head lulls forwards, mouth falling agape as strings of curses spill out of your lips.
As though he wanted to taunt you, you felt his thumb press onto your swollen clit, letting out a shocked and rather loud moan into the air. âSunghoon-â You moaned, lips pursed together as you tried to compose yourself, but you were already falling apart.
The obscene noises of your drenched cunt and your choked moans and whimpers fill the kitchen, feeling your face grow warm. You hide your face in the crook of his neck and you hear Sunghoon chuckle, leaning back and lifting your head with fingers holding your face, âCome on baby, I wanna see your beautiful face when I make you come.â
Sunghoon could feel your legs beginning to tremble, as your walls fluttered around his fingers, chest heaving and soft moans becoming just a pitch higher.
His fingers quicken its pace, curving at an angle that seems to send you over the moon, failing to hold back your moans as he moves faster.
Afraid of another slip up, Sunghoon lips meet yours, swallowing your broken moans that canât be helped as you near your high. An aching intense feeling begins to brew at the pit of your abdomen, driving your nails down the skin of his chest undoubtedly leaving a mark.
You cry his name out, followed by a mutter of profanities as you finally come around his fingers. âSo beautiful.â He whispers, hand meeting your face as his thumb brushes the tears coating your lashes. He presses a gentle kiss on your parted lipsâ still a bit lightheaded to return it, slowly coming down from your high.
Sunghoonâs fingers finally slip out, a broken mewl leaving your lips at the lost feeling. He takes the liberty of cleaning his fingers with his tongue, heat rushing to your face as hums at the taste of you.
âWhat?â Sunghoonâs shrugs, âYou taste good.â He smirks, hands finding the mess of your hair and pulling you into his lips, the kiss softer and more saccharine than the ones before.
You can still feel something poking your leg and your eyes flicker down to Sunghoonâs sweatpants, but before you can say anything, you hear the sound of a door click open upstairs and you and Sunghoon both exchange a look of alarm and horror.
The sound of Sooahâs voice sends you two in a frenzy, Sunghoon helping you slide off the counter as you pull down your shirt and scramble for your shorts.
âY/N?â She calls out, feet pattering against the wooden stairs, as she descends to the first floor.
You both grab your long forgotten midnight snacks, settling yourself on a chair across from Sunghoon while he stands behind the counterâŚrightfully so.
When Sooah enters the kitchen, she thankfully doesnât speculate anything, you two are both glued to your phones, scrolling on some sort of social media platform.
âSooah, hey!â
âHeyâŚI was wondering where you went.â She smiled at you before her eyes flickered to her brother, exchanging their usual sibling formalities by grimacing at each other.
âI just came down for a snack, that's all.â You smiled, trying to conceal the mild shakiness of your voice.
Instead she moves closer to you, hands brushing your stray hairs into place, âOkay, wellâŚIâll see you upstairs.â And with that she leaves the kitchen.
Both of you let out sighs of relief, glancing at one another. Your face feels hot again, and you rise to your feet, a slight tremble in your thighs.
âI shouldâŚprobably head back too.â You sigh, nodding your head upstairs.
âOh! Yeah, right.â
The ceiling light highlights the rosy hue flushed on Sunghoonâs cheeks, his messy hair and plump lips, flashing you one of his pretty smiles, âIâll see you later princess.â
As you leave the kitchen, Sunghoon fights the urge to pull you in for just one more kiss. His eyes linger until you disappear from view, and with a soft sigh, he runs his hands through his dark hair.
Now how was he going to fix his hard-on ?
#enhypen#enhypen x reader#enhypen smut#park sunghoon x reader#park sunghoon smut#sunghoon x reader#sunghoon smut#best friends brother#kpop smut#smut
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could i request a mark smut đŁđŁ where reader and mark just had an intense argument but in the end, they cant be mad at each other for long so they just fck it out of each other đ¤đ¤đ¤đ¤
mad at you | l.mk
âthen i try to leave, but baby i just canât stay mad at youâ
đżnow playing: mad at you by why donât we
⯠summary: Mark learns that youâve made a âselfishâ decision thatâs bound to put a strain on your relationship. Next thing you know, you're knee-deep in an argument that somehow ends with you sprawled out beneath him; because, letâs be honest, heâs never really been any good at staying mad at you.
⯠pairings: idol!mark x fem!reader
⯠genre: angst, smut, established relationship, make up sex
⯠words: 4.3k
⯠tags: 18+ minors dni!, lots of arguing, swearing, reader is lowkey dramatic, makeup sex, unprotected sex (don't do this!), nipple play, dry humping, brief clit play, slight needy mark bc i can't help myself, creampie, reader uses she/her pronouns, reader and mark argue and resolve it by fucking.
an: i love writing angsty arguments (testament to my real relationships lol) so thank you so much for this request. it lowkey brought me out of writerâs block.
The honeymoon stage lasts approximately thirty months or two and a half years â which would make sense considering you and Mark were approaching your third year together and have argued more recently than you ever had.Â
But this time itâs different. Youâve never seen Mark like this, so angry that his face is bordering red and his jaw ticks so hard it might crack as the both of you drive in complete silence from your work dinner. He doesnât even bother sneaking his usual glances at you when he pulls up at stoplights, the hand he likes to place on your thigh is gripping the wheel instead, and the only noise in the car is his rugged and frustrated exhales.Â
You could feign ignorance about why he's upset, but you know the reason all too well. And while a part of you acknowledges his right to be angry, another, more prideful part, resists the idea of apologising, especially when you think his reaction seems so disproportionate to your mistake.
So you sit in the passenger seat, arms crossed and body frozen, contributing to the cold silence settling between the two of you. You prepare yourself for the earful of a lecture youâre about to get when he pulls up outside your shared apartment.Â
He parks the car, slams the door shut, and strides towards your building without a backward glance. You scoff at his pettiness; he's never been so angry that he wouldn't at least wait for you to get out of the car with him. He doesn't even slow down when you trail behind. And when he nearly lets the elevator doors close without you, any chance he has of receiving an apology from you flies out the window, you think.Â
He does, however, show some decency by leaving the front door open for you as you both step out of the elevator and head towards your apartment â how chivalrous.Â
The chivalry doesnât last long because the minute he hears you clasp the door shut, heâs glaring at you, arms crossed tightly over his chest, and you can't help but notice that he's rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt in frustration. If he weren't on the brink of yelling at you, you'd be tempted to make him do more than just roll up those sleeves â you'd want the fabric torn off and thrown on the floor in an instant.
âParis, Y/N?!â Mark seethes, voice deep and uneven. âYou signed a fucking contract to work in Paris?!?â
You pause, attempting to gather your thoughts, but the momentary silence doesn't offer much clarity. Eventually, you settle on, "It's just a six-month gig..." â a statement that seems to send him into a frenzy.Â
âJust six months?â He rubs his jaw repeatedly in disbelief, âThatâs six months that we wonât get to see each other, did you even think about that huh?â
You scoff, âYouâre one to talk, need I remind you that your job takes you away from me for months at a time.â
"That's not fair," he protests. "You knew exactly what you were getting into when you agreed to date me. I didnât agree to not seeing my girlfriend for months because sheâs gallivanting away in Paris without me."
Your eyes narrow and your nostrils flare, âSo what? If you would have known, you wouldnât have wanted to be my boyfriend?â
His eyes widen and he shakes his head. His hands fly to his hair and he tugs at the strands as he huffs out a breath.Â
âHow the fuck did you get that conclusion from what I said?â He asks, voice sounding baffled. âThe reason Iâm so mad is because I like being your boyfriend, but Iâm not going to see you for the next six months.â
âYouâre being a hypocrite right now.â
He rolls his eyes and scoffs, âRight, because Iâm always the one being unreasonable.â
âYes, you are,â you scorn, âThis job is my dream, donât you see how selfish you're being?â
âIâm selfish?â He gasps, âThatâs rich considering you didnât even consult me when making this decision, I had to find out from your smug little co-worker in front of everyone. You were thinking solely about yourself, Y/N.â
You're on the verge of screaming. How is he not seeing things from your perspective? He's usually so understanding, so open to hearing your side. But the razor-sharp look in his eyes tells you that there's no getting through to him. He's convinced you're wrong, and nothing will change his mind.
âItâs for my job, Mark,â you cross your arms and shrug.Â
âAnd how many times have I told you that you donât need to work? How many times do I need to tell you I can look after the both of us?â
âAnd how many times have I told you that I donât want that? I donât want to have to always rely on you!â You snap.Â
Your teeth grit as the words spit out of your mouth. They seem to hit Mark, deep, his eyes softening for a fleeting moment before sharpening again. He swallows thickly and blinks before running a hand through his hair.Â
âThen what are we doing, Y/N?â He asks deflated, âWhat are we if you donât want to rely on me?â
You're not sure what compels you to say it â whether it's the way you're all worked up, the entire context of the argument, or some inner recognition that you're the one who's fucked up this time despite you both having stuff to apologise for. Still, you escalate the situation from zero to one hundred without a second thought.Â
âOh, so you want to break up?â
He shakes his head and tongues the inside of his cheek, âWhen did I say that?!â
The fight only gets worse after that, the two of you blowing up after every sentence. You run around in circles, throwing accusations and insults at each other to the point the original premise of the argument is lost along the way of a thousand new arguments. Itâs like every little thing youâve both done to irk each other over the last month is brought up; and by the end of it, the two of you swear youâre done with each other.Â
Sure, you've had your fair share of arguments, but the biting finality of the word "done" as it leaves his lips sends a sharp pang through your stomach â it hurts like hell. You've reached your limit with this endless cycle of back-and-forth; you've had enough of him. Storming past him, you head towards your shared bedroom.
Mark sighs and reaches out for your arm, but you pull away. He doesn't like this, doesn't like the chilliness he feels from you. He doesn't want to end the argument like this; it's never gone this far without a resolution before.
âYou canât just storm away when we argue Y/N, itâs childish.â
âIf you donât like it then leave!â You slam the door shut after you and lock it.Â
Mark hates this more, not being able to talk this out because youâve put a wall between the two of you. Then your words register in his mind and heâs the most hurt heâs ever felt. You want him to leave. Fuck that, he thinks. Heâs not going to watch his relationship go down the drain over a petty argument.Â
He knocks on the door a few times, then jiggles the doorknob, calling out your name and pleading for you to let him in. But you remain unmoved, denying him even the satisfaction of hearing your voice telling him to go away. This only adds to his frustration. He's the one you've upset, and yet here he is, begging for you to open up so he can fix things.
After a few more tries he scoffs, your words echoing in his mind once more. Leave. It crosses his mind as he makes his way to the front door of the apartment. He swings it open, ready to clear his head and crash at Johnny's for the night. But just as he's about to step out, he catches sight of a picture of the two of you on the coffee table where he keeps his keys.Â
Itâs from your honeymoon phase when it was easier for the two of you to say youâd never let anything come between you â when love seemed to blind you both. Mark picks up the photo, memories flooding back to the day it was taken. It was the day you met his parents and shared your aspirations of becoming a fashion designer. You reassured them that you had your own dreams and weren't just with their son for his wealth â though his parents wouldn't have minded either way; they would have been content with any girl that made their son happy. And you made Mark happy â you make Mark so fucking happy.Â
Which is why he canât believe heâs even considering leaving you in this apartment on your own after a fight. He shuts the front door and makes his way to the couch. He's eager to resolve things with you now, but both of you are too caught up in emotions, spouting shit you'll likely regret in the morning. So he opts to grab a few sofa pillows and a blanket from the storage closet instead. He strips down from his dress shirt and pants, throwing them to the floor before lying back and resting his eyes with a heavy mind.
Regret doesn't hit you until 2:00 am the following morning, when you're met with the chill of an empty space beside you as you reach out to cuddle your boyfriend, only to find him absent. Sure you thought he was overreacting to the news, but you're also painfully aware that your own words were uncalled for. You shouldnât have asked him to leave â you didnât want him to.Â
As you heard the front door open and then close with a clink, a thick lump formed in your throat. The realisation that you had driven him away hit you hard, and you lost all motivation. You lay on your bed, makeup still intact, as you sniffled and sobbed quietly into your pillow. And even now, after tossing and turning from your mind running laps, youâd only managed to sleep for a few minutes.Â
You stretch your stiff legs and reluctantly leave your bed, unlocking your bedroom door with sleepy eyes. You're taken aback when you see Mark sleeping soundly on the sofa, his breath steady with his eyes closed. You thought he had left, but there he is, covered only by the blanket from the storage closet. It breaks your heart to see him like this; he's likely cold, and he'll probably have a stiff neck in the morning for practice. And you know it's all your fault.
The guilt eats away at you, and without hesitation, you rush to the bedroom to grab his pillows and an extra blanket. Realistically, you should wake him up and insist he sleeps in bed, but the fear of his lingering anger keeps you from doing so. Instead, you kneel in front of him, attempting to swap the sofa pillows for his own bed pillows.
However, your efforts prove futile because Mark is a light sleeper â a detail you foolishly overlooked in your worried state of mind. He blinks as he wakes up once, then twice, appearing confused to find you in front of him in the living room instead of beside him in bed.
âBaby?â He whispers, his eyes hazy as he tries to make sense of what you're doing. It doesnât take him long once he spots the sofa cushion in your hand to put the pieces together. Â
You bite your lip and sigh, âI know you're mad at me, but I didnât want you to wake up stiff in the morning.â
Mark's chest constricts. How could he possibly stay mad at you when you're so cute, fussing over him like this? He notices the smudge of black makeup beneath your eye, and his heart tightens once more â this time with sadness rather than affection.
His hand reaches out to touch your cheek, and youâre shocked at the touch. âYouâve been crying?â He asks and you bow your head.Â
"I thought you left..."
Mark wants to laugh at the irony. You asked him to leave, and yet here you are, upset at the idea of his departure. He swears if he weren't so in love with you, he'd rant about how much you mess with his head, pushing him to the edge only to pull him back again.
âWould never leave you, baby, you know that,â his voice is soft and comforting as the rough edge of his fingertips finds your jaw.Â
You can't control it; tears fall freely from your eyes. He's being incredibly considerate and gentle with you, even after you acted like a bitch. Honestly, you almost wish he'd just yell at you instead. But he doesnât, his eyes widen and he immediately sits up straight letting the blanket fall to the floor as he pulls you up to sit on his lap.Â
He shushes you, his hands finding your waist where he rubs soothing soft circles into the fabric of your tank top, âHey, why are you crying? Iâm hereâŚplease donât get upset, Y/N.â
His kindness only amplifies your guilt.Â
"I'm so sorry," you stifle in short sobs, your voice almost cracking. "I should've talked to you about the job offer before signing the contract... I-I didn't mean to act so selfishly. I just... I wasn't thinking."
Mark gives you a half-smile as he runs a hand through your hair. "It's okay, baby... You got caught up in your dream. I'm sorry for not realising that. I'm the one being selfish by always expecting you to put me first."
"Noâ"
He interrupts you to continue his apology. "You were right, you know. I always expect you to wait for me while I'm on tour. I never considered it from the other side, with me waiting for you... But I will. I'll wait because I know how much this job means to you."
Your face buries itself in the crook of his neck as you cry even harder, and he tuts gently while rubbing your back.
"Please donât cry, Y/N," he murmurs softly. "I hate seeing you upset."
"Canât help it," you muffle. "I hate that I upset youâŚ"
Mark pulls you away from his neck, needing to look into your eyes as he speaks. "It's normal for couples to argue, baby. We just need to promise to communicate better, okay?"
His fingers stroke your cheeks again, and you lean into his touch. The warmth of his hand feels so comforting as if he was made to soothe your skin, the only person capable of bringing you relief. You bite your lip and nod against his palm, because you're more than willing to work on your communication if it means never feeling like this again.
"Now, give me a smile. You know, the pretty one I like," he says with a laugh. "If I'm not going to see you for the next six months, I donât want one of our last moments together to be so... sad."
You smile at him and press your forehead against his with a whisper. "Me neither.â
Youâre so close to each other that youâre practically sharing the same breath, if you had said that two hours ago you wouldnât have believed yourself. But here you are, lips so close that your heavy breathing practically begs him to kiss you.
Mark feels it too, so when he does, it's like the softness of his lips is a bandage, mending the angry tension between the two of you. It patches up the last few hours that have transpired, and when he pulls away, it feels as if nothing even happened.
His hands grip your hips firmly, his fingers pressing down as he guides your body to grind against his clothed crotch. His lips find yours again, accompanied by a groan that escapes into your mouth. It's only when you feel him harden beneath you that you remember he was half-naked on the sofa â clearly after you locked him out of the bedroom.
Suddenly feeling suffocated by your own clothes, you pull away from him to strip off your tank top, tossing it over your head before discarding it somewhere in the living room. You yearn to meet his lips again â the only place you truly feel safe â but Mark wants to savour the way you look. Your clothed cunt eagerly grinding against his hard-on, hips chasing a high so eagerly that your bra strap has slid loosely down your arm.
You're a vision, Mark thinks, one that has him salivating and desperate to fuck you. He almost curses at himself for nearly ruining it all, for nearly walking out on the most beautiful person on the planet, the best sex he's ever had â and not only that but also the funniest, sweetest person he knows he'll ever meet.
He leans into your neck, his nose nuzzling into you as he whispers softly, "I'm sorry... so sorry, Y/N." His hand leaves your hips to cup your breast over your bra, massaging the mound with just enough pressure to elicit soft moans from your lips.
ââs okay,â you whimper.Â
Your head falls back as his hand snakes around to unclasp it. He wastes no time brushing his intrusive fingers down your chest, wearing a filthy smirk because he knows just how sensitive you are there. The tip of his finger circles around your nipple until heâs right in the centre, feeling it harden under his touch. He pinches it, and you jolt forward on his cock, making his boxers tighten, and he groans.
He loves how responsive you were to him, watching you writhe over him as he touched you in torturous pleasure. Just the way you arch your back into his touch has pre-cum leaking out of his cock.Â
He leans in this time, sucking on your nipple and opening wide to get as much of the tender tissue of your breast in his mouth as possible. He holds your waist in place to keep you grinding on him to entice enough friction for him to feel good too.Â
And when he looks down to see where the two of you meet, he moans when he sees the wet patch leaking through your shorts onto his boxers.Â
âFuck, so wet for me, baby. Just for me.â
You whimper, and his hand slips into the hem of your shorts. Youâre glad you never wear panties to bed because his fingers find your clit immediately, relieving you of some of the neediness youâve been feeling from grinding down on him. He rubs small circles as his mouth licks and sucks and nips at your bud.Â
âMarkâŚâÂ
âShhh baby,â he coos, âwanna make it up to you. Please let me make it up to you, let me make you feel good.âÂ
You whimper with a nod of your head, humping into his hand, legs opening wider to give him easier access to the place youâre most sensitive. You let out mild pants, hips bucking more aggressively from the stimulation on both your nipple and clit.
And when Mark notices you getting close, he pulls off your tit to look up at your face. Itâs his favourite part â watching your features contort when the bliss is at its highest. It makes his chest swell with pride knowing heâs the one making you cum, knowing his touch is enough to make you shake and moan. And if he wasnât such a selfish lover, heâd think the sight is something everyone should see at least once.
As you come down from your orgasm, your eyes flutter open to meet him. Mark doesnât know whether itâs from seeing your orgasm paired with the argument from earlier but heâs the hardest heâs ever been.Â
You notice it too, looking down and giggling. âNow itâs my turn to make it up to you.âÂ
He lets out a soft huff, and a muscle in his jaw twitches with his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat before he nods. You free his cock from his boxers and shimmy yourself out of your shorts. You let out identical gasps when your bare cunt brushes against the tip of his cock.Â
Slowly, you sink onto him, fully feeling him inside of you. Your head falls forward, your forehead resting against his shoulder as you take in the size of him, the way he fills you just right â the way he always does.Â
The stretch as you take him in never gets old, eliciting the same whimpers and whines. You can feel his hands resting on your hips, then slipping to the bend of your waist, silently urging you to move as he presses you downwards.
You lift your hips, slow and steady as you let the sensations wash over you, drawing a low groan from deep in his chest. His grip on your body tightens as you sink back down, blunt nails digging into your skin. The sounds he makes only drive you further into finding a teasing rhythm because his voice is just so pretty. The sounds are soon muffled to your disappointment when his mouth presses into your skin, so his tongue can slide along the top of your breast â making the disappointment fade away real quick.Â
You let out a breathy cry, hands rising from where theyâve been resting, flattening against his chest, to wrap around his shoulders. The slow pace youâd adopted was becoming not enough. And you could tell from the way Mark is rutting his hips up to meet you, he shares the same sentiment.Â
Your mouths collide as you pick up the pace, using his shoulders to leverage yourself as you bounce up and down on his cock. When he breaks from the kiss, an unrestrained groan slips past his lips, low and rough, followed by another, and you have to bite back a whimper of your own.
Mark canât help the noises, he just loves the way you swivel your hips in a way that makes him see stars. He loves watching you work yourself on him for pleasure â he loves when you ride him.
And right when you squeeze around him, he rewards you with a loud, obscene groan, a sound that makes you dizzy and limp. Everything about Mark is intoxicating and downright addicting, and you were in no hurry to kick that addiction. In fact, you craved more of it â needed more.Â
You grab his hands and guide them across your body. He squeezes them at your hips, smoothing across your thighs, your stomach. His hands were everywhere, eyes dark and desperate, wordlessly begging for you to give him what he needed, the same thing heâd been kind enough to already give you.Â
So you rock yourself forward, providing a new type of friction that makes you whine helplessly into his skin. Blunt nails mark into the plush of your thighs, a futile attempt at grounding himself. The upward thrust of his hips and the strained catch of his breath tells you that he's growing impatient. You know the pace was slow, but damn it, it felt so fucking good to feel him like this, every inch of him sliding into you, hitting all the spots that makes your brain stop working. It also felt like a sick little way to get revenge...
âFaster,â you hear him say. âPlease baby, need it faster.â
You could feel his hips bucking up to meet you. Then his thumb finds your clit, working in circles and making you squeeze around him with a shrill, gasping cry. It was his attempt at bargaining with you, doing anything to make you speed up and shamelessly fuck yourself on his cock. Maybe if he pleases you, youâll let him cum.
âPlease fuck me properly baby, need it,â he rasps, âYou want me to forgive you right?â
And then you remember what led you here in the first place. Youâd upset him and now youâre teasing him â you suppose itâs only fair if you pick up the pace a little more, fuck him messily and desperately enough to have him dizzying towards his climax.Â
And once you do, his thrusts grow sloppier, and your thighs start aching. It feels too fucking good so all that you can do is cling to him and let him take the lead, strong hands guiding you as he sucks against your neck. And even though youâre supposed to be the one making him cum, you find yourself buried in the crook of his neck, gasping as your walls clench and nails dig into the skin of his strong back.Â
The slight stinging sensation is enough to work Mark over the edge, and you feel him twitch inside of you, sending shock waves up your spine as he fucks his cum inside of you with a final powerful thrust. You roll your hips to help him along, taking all you can get from him and he moans his appreciation as you do.Â
You remain tangled up in one another as you come down from your respective highs with foreheads pressed close. You wrestle to find his hand, lacing your fingers with his as he rubs his thumb over your knuckles. He kisses your nose, then your lips, with a tenderness that makes your heart feel like itâs being squeezed.Â
You donât want to move just yet, so you release your hands and wrap them around his neck, nuzzling your nose against his before you speak.
"Mark?" You mumble, your voice tired and hazy. He hums in response.
"Iâm sorry," you say softly.
You feel his smile against your mouth before he kisses your lips. "Itâs okay, baby. I donât even remember what we were fighting for."
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You know who'd talk you through it? Bucky. Bucky would talk you through it. I'm feral therefore this is feral. I always say I'm sorry after writing shit like this but this time I'm genuinely sorry, lost sight of the plot.
18+ af, minors dni
I'm gonna finish a wip, I swear, but just imagine for a moment, Bucky being intimate with the most soft shy little bunny ever and learning what she likes based on all the pretty moans and squeals he can pull out of her. He gauges what she's into based on how fucking soaked his balls get from the way she drips on him. Her pussy gets so tight around his dick and he knows whatever he's doing is working because she
She was too scared to tell him anything about what she liked so there was a lot of experimenting in the start. He took it soft and slow at first, basking in how warm her body felt against his, relishing in those quiet sighs she makes when he rolls his hips. For a while he thinks that's as vocal as she gets until a slightly harder thrust of his cock makes her squeak, her cunt clenching around him. His eyes widen at this new found discovery, thrusting harder and harder each time, that squeak turning into a slutty moan.
So she can get louder...
It's become a game for him, talking you through every single orgasm he pulls from you, growing more and more feral over how vocal you are when he does something new.
"Mmph, fuck yeah, that's it baby, moan f'me" He coos as he fucks his fingers in you faster while kneeling in front of you, his own knees keeping yours apart. He's truly playing with your body to his own delight having you naked, legs spread far apart with your pussy on display for him. He loves fingering you because he gets to look at your entire body whither beneath him. Little does he know how crazy it makes you because while he towers over you, eyes raking over your pleasure consumed form, you're admiring him right back. His thick pink cock is so full and hard standing achingly tall. His balls look deliciously heavy and you love the way he uses his knees to keep you spread because he ends up showing off even more of his sac and you are rightfully obsessed.
Your clit makes him drool. It's so perfectly sensitive and he's perfected licking, rubbing and sucking it till your gushing on his face and pulling his hair.
"Y'like that huh baby" He whispers to himself when he rubs faster and you start to claw at his arms, your back arching off the bed, moans growing louder. He watches your reaction like a predator watching it's prey waiting for the perfect moment to let you fall.
"Y-ess" You manage to cry out but Bucky thinks you can do better.
"Y'know what m'gonna do now bunny?" He knows you can't answer but based on the way your clit is throbbing against his fingers your attention is 100% on him. You loved his dirty talking and he's going to keep going until the sheets need to be changed. "M'gonna lick and suck on that pretty little clit of yours, you like that, don't you?"
You frantically nod and he lets out a breathy chuckle, his own cock getting wet at the thought of tasting you.
"Lookit what you do to me" He pulls his hand away making you look down so you can see him squeeze his cockhead, smearing his arousal onto your swollen bud, tears falling from your cheeks from how erotic and dirty he was. He rubs his tip all over not bothering to muffle his own whines and whimpers, "M'so fuckin' sensitive here baby" He'd never miss a chance to edge you both, your most sensitive parts rubbing against each other until he's done teasing. "See how wet you make me bunny? You're not the only one who gets soaked baby, shit you make me so wet"
You can see clear sticky webs clinging from his cockhead to your clit as he continues to tap and rut himself against you, "Don't worry baby, I'll clean up the mess I make"
He goes down between your legs, starting off with tentative licks like a kitten. That's before he lets those pouty lips of his seal around you, suckling with needy gurgles as if he were drinking milk. He groans at the taste of his own precum he marked you with, your taste combined with his makes him nearly cum.
"O-OOH-" The squirm of your legs are held still by his arms. He doesn't know how anyone other than you can look so adorably sweet and slutty at the same time with your eyes rolling back, jaw slack, sinful sounds filling the room, your white cream making a mess on the sheets. His dick is dripping and while he'd love for you to finish on his face, he knows that's not your favourite way to cum.
No.
Your loudest moans are when your filled with his cock while he plays with your clit with his lips by your ear.
Favourite position? You're not picky but he knows the ones you love the most. Your pussy gets so tight when he puts you in the sluttiest ones.
"Good girl, good fuckin' girl" He whispers tugging your earlobe between his teeth while maintaining a brutal pace, the sweat slicking his chest hot against your back. You're kneeling while he fucks you from behind, holding your body up, one hand wrapped around your throat while the other holds your hip. He wasn't sure how you'd feel about being choked until you squirted on him the first time he did it. "You love my fat cock don't you bunny, slut for big dick-" He brings his hand down to slap your clit making you sob, your wetness squirting onto the sheets, body limp in his hold, "Baby, you're soaking my balls, should make you suck them clean"
You moan louder.
Bucky smirks.
He's going to keep going.
"You like that don't you, you wanna lick my balls clean angel? Empty them first and then get down and suck 'em. Suck my cock, drink up all the cum that's still dripping after I cum in you"
That's all it takes. You're cumming without warning but Bucky's gonna make your orgasm last minutes if possible, his dirty talking getting filthier with each clench of your pussy.
"M'gonna be all sensitive for you angel, y' know how hard m'gonna cum for you? Gonna keep on cumming until I'm all empty"
"You're such a slut huh, you'd suck my cock even if it was soft-oh shhit baby-you like that too? You like me turning soft for you? You want daddy to get subby for you baby, hm?"
"I-I-Oh god James!!!" You whine and desperately try to fuck yourself back on him to prolong how good he's making you feel, all these feral thoughts too much-He reaches to pinch your clit, now rolling it between his fingers and you nearly pass out-
At this point anything he says doesn't matter. Maybe it happens. Maybe it doesn't. He just says anything and everything that clouds both your fantasies that make you sob and sob from overstimulation.
"I can be subby for you bunny, y'know that. Tell daddy what you want, you can have anything y'want"
"Love when you lick my balls, clean my cock. Shit, y'know I'd let you touch me anywhere baby"
The very thought of what that entails sends you into a second orgasm.
"s'that it? You wanna taste daddy, bunny? Touch me where no one else has? Hm? Just my bunny putting her cute little tongue on my-
"FUUCCCKKKKKKK" You fall forward and love being smothered by him, lying flat on your tummy while he mounts you from behind letting his full body collapse on you.
"So little under me, no where to run, you make me wanna breed you when you're like this baby, wanna give you all of my cum.
"Bucky-Buckyy!" Your muffled screams and taut body have him pounding you harder, your orgasm squeezing cum out of his body even though he want's to hold it. You make it impossible He's still gonna talk you through it all while falling himself.
"I know, I know baby, feels good-s'good-oh God you're milking my cock bunny-fuckk" His hips stutter to a grind, "Shit I can't st-top, God y/n please-want it-need you" He's babbling at this point, the both of you utterly gone, floating in bliss. He's going to clean and take good good care of you, making a mental note of what he did to get you scream this time. He smirks to himself with his new information, next time he'd be more than happy to see you lose yourself while you play with and lick his-
Alright, that's enough.
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đHawks x reader| Minors DNI| NSFW WARNING đ
You handle Keigo as he's on breeding season
Contents: Hawks x Anon! reader-both adult-explicit content-crampie-many rounds-moaning-breeding-smut-cumming-cute-fluff-aftercare-teasing-cuddle-whines-teasing-lots n' lots of cuddles towards the end-cheesy
i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes
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P.s: i feel back again in my BNHA phase ahhhhhh (ă°ďžÂ°)」
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âGod damnâŚâ Keigo says, his voice coming out as a low groan as he buries his face into your neck. His arms are wrapped around you, holding you to his chest as he tries to catch his breath. His wings are wrapped around the both of you in a protective layer of feathers, making it feel as if youâre in your own personal bubble. His hand slowly moves âŚuntil itâs right on your stomach, his fingers gently tracing the skin. âYou still okay, sunshine?â The winged hero asks, sounding slightly breathless.
You nodded feeling stuffed "I'mâŚokay..just full" âYeah youâre very fullâ he jokes, giving your stomach a soft pat. He doesnât bother to move, and instead just keeps you cuddled up in his chest. Wings still wrapped around the two of you, keeping you both nice and safe.
âStill feel a little overstimulated?â Keigo jokingly asks, pressing gentle kisses to your neck.
âKeigoâŚâ you whined, feeling your face burn. âNot so loud-â He was pretty loud. Too loud. His voice echoed in the bedroom pretty loudly, your neighbors could probably hear him if they were trying.
âIâm supposed to be the one on topâŚâ you tried to complain. You hadnât meant for the night to end like this. Not when he was so needyâŚ
âMmmâŚI know. But Iâm a needy birdie right now.â He said with a pout. He nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, holding you down on his lap. âIâm in my breeding season, babe. You know how I get.â
âYou werenât supposed to get needy today. You have work tomorrow.â You complained as his arms wrapped around you tighter, holding you against his chest.He whined, burying his face into your neck.Your cheeks were burning. âYou already came four timesâŚIâm tired.â The night had gotten long, and you were exhausted. Keigo wasnât tired though - he was energized.
âWe have time for one more round, come onnn.â He whined, pouting once again. He began trying to kiss your neck, nibbling at your skin. âItâll be quick, I promise.â A complete lie; he never had a quick round.
âCome on babyâŚjust one more.â He repeated, giving your neck another gentle bite. His arms were around you, holding you in place on his lap. âI swear itâll be quick, then we can go to sleepâŚthen in the morning I can give you cuddles before I have to leave.â
He was a good multitasker. Trying to persuade you for a fifth round while also giving you gentle bites on your neck. âPlease, sunshineâ he said, using that nickname he always called you. âOne more round, then weâll go to sleep. I wonât try and wake you up.â
âIâm exhausted, birdbrain. Weâve been going at it for hours now, Iâm tired.â You protested, a pout on your face. âFour times is enough. No more.â
âJust one moreeâŚâ he whined, giving you puppy eyes as his wings wrapped tighter around the two of you. âPleaseeeâ he repeated, giving another little bite on your neck. âI promise, one more and weâll sleep. Then tomorrow morning Iâll give you cuddles before I go to work.â
âMmmâŚâ you hummed, your cheeks flushed. He was using his puppy dog eyes, the one he knew you couldnât resist. âFineâŚâ you said reluctantly in defeat. âJust one more, okay?â
âYes!â He said excitedly, planting a kiss on your cheek. âThank you, thank you.â He was like a child that just got candy. Heâd been begging you for a while now for this fifth round, but eventually you had caved in.
He quickly went back to nipping your neck, his hands moving around your waist. âYouâre the bestâ he mumbled, beginning to kiss down your jawline. âYouâre so tired and yet you still agreed.â
âYouâre a big baby, you know that?â You said with a fond eye roll. âSuch a needy birdie all the time.â You reached a hand around to ruffle his hair, messing up his blonde locks.
âSays the one who says yes to my needy wants, he teased back, returning to the little bites on your neck. âYouâre the one who canât say no to me when I give you puppy eyes.â
âG-God⌠you always know how to get what you wantâ you complained, your body tensing slightly as his pace began to quicken. âAnd I always give inâŚâ
He gives a chuckle, his hands running up your torso to your chest. âYou love it when Iâm needy, thoughâ he says, nipping your earlobe. âAnd I love when you give inâ he added with a cocky sort of grin.
You moaned again as you felt closer "Keigo...amhn" âGodâŚI love the sounds you make, sunshineâ he says a playful smirk. âTheyâre my favoriteâŚright next to you saying my nameâ his pace quickens once more, his breath becoming more labored.
âSay my nameâ he demanded, leaving another bite mark on your neck. He was beginning to feel his own high approaching; that familiar feeling in his lower belly that signaled his climax.
âCome on, darlingâ he said, his voice a bit breathless. âSay my name. I want to hear you say it.â His hands had moved back to your hips, holding you in place as he continued his pace. âCome on, sunshine.â
âKeigo..â you gasped out, feeling a heat begin to build in your stomach. âGodâŚKeigo-â you repeated, your voice trailing off into a moan as he hit a certain spot. Something in him seemed to snap when you groaned his name. He suddenly let out a low groan himself, his hands tightening in their grip on your hips. âAgainâ he ordered, his breath coming out in short gasps. âSay it again. More.â You did as asked, letting his name pass through your lips again and again as his pace quickened behind you. âK-Keigo..â You repeated, beginning to reach your climax. âGodâŚIâm so closeâŚâ
He groaned again, his wings shaking slightly in response. âM-Me tooâŚ.g-god, me tooâ he moaned, letting out a low whine. âIâm closeâŚ.say my name more, darling. I want to hear it more.â
âKeigo-â You kept repeating his name over and over, feeling your climax approaching. âIâm gonna cum...Iâm gonna-â You cut yourself off with another loud moan, unable to finish the rest of your sentence. âM-Me too-â he gasped, his arms pulling you against his chest in a tight embrace. âM-Me too, sunshine..â He groaned out. âCome with me, darling.â He managed to get out.
You let out a gasp as your climax washes over you, your body tensing against the winged hero. âK-Keigo..â you moaned, squeezing your eyes shut as you rode out your high. You could feel him twitch behind you as he continued to hold you against his chest, his wings wrapping a bit tighter around the two of you as he came.
He pressed another kiss to your neck, holding you tightly against his chest as he came down from his high. His breath was coming out in ragged gasps, his wings shaking slightly as he tried to steady his breathing. He kept you pressed up against him, arms wrapped tightly around your waist and one of his legs hooked over yours to keep you stuck.
âGod..â he said with a breathy chuckle, burying his face into the crook of your neck. âThat was a damn good one, sunshine.â He began placing soft kisses on your skin, planting them down your neck.
His wings were fully puffed up again, feathers all loose and messy again as a result of your caresses. He loved being touched on the wings whenever he was like this; being an avian with wings gave him a special kind of sensitivity to touch when it came to his wings.
He subconsciously let out a low noise in the back of his throat when you snuggled against his chest, sounding similar to how a bird coos.
Seeing his wings like that filled your heart with a warm feeling. He looked adorable with messy wings like this; like a giant bird with his feathers puffed up.
The noise that came out of his mouth definitely made you smile, and you let a soft laugh. âYou really do act like a bird, you know that?â You teased fondly, running a hand through his fluffy wings.
He gave a huff at your comment, but it wasnât in agitation. âShut upâ he grumbled, resting his chin on your head. He leaned into your hand, silently encouraging you to keep your hand in his wing.
You laughed again, beginning to slowly preen his wing feathers. He was like a cat with how he liked his wings being touched after having a good round.
âYou like this, donât you?â You teased, running your fingers down the feathers. âYou like being pampered like an overgrown bird.â
He grumbled again in response, his grip around you tightening a bit. He did like it, but he would be damned if he admitted that fact out loud. âAnd so what if I do?â He mumbled, burying his face further into your hair.
You smirked as you scracthed in beetween the feathers "this?" He let out a soft whine when you scratched between his feathers, his wings shaking a bit. âGod damn itâŚ..â he muttered, burying his face in your neck. Of course youâd figured out a weakness already.
âLook at you, looking all pathetic nowâ you teased, continuing your scratching. âA great and powerful hero, brought down by a little preening.â
He whined again, wings beginning to droop from their upright position. He couldnât help it; his muscles just went all loose whenever you preened his feathers. âMmmmâŚst-stop. Itâs embarrassing..â he mumbled, face still buried in your neck. you take a hold of a feather tenderly caressing it,feeling the soft texture of it "i like it" He let out a small gasp when you tugged gently on his feather, his body tensing slightly. âH-HahâŚâ He muttered, feeling chills go down his spine. Damn you, you found his most sensitive spot.
âD-Damn itâŚstop it. Thatâs not fair-â he whined, his wings twitching once again. âH-Howâd you find that so damn quicklyâŚ.â
âIâm just observantâ you teased, gently tugging on another feather. âYou make all these cute noises when I touch your feathers, especially here.â You reached up to scratch between his feathers once again, hearing the whine he made in response.
This was absolutely not fair. You had managed to find yet another weak spot of his already, and he hated how good it felt.
âMmmmâŚâ he whined, wings shivering once again. âGodâŚstop it..â
âWhy would I stop though?â You ask with a smirk, tugging on another feather. âItâs so much fun to get those cute noises out of you, birdboy.â
He pouted at the comment, letting out a huff. He knew he looked absolutely pathetic right now, but he didnât care. Being pampered by you made too many happy chemicals go through his brain.
âYouâre evil, you know that?â He grumbled, wings trembling once more.
âYou enjoy it though.â You mused, scratching softly between his feathers once again. Damn he loved that feeling. âAnd youâre not even trying to stop me, so clearly it isnât all that bad.â
He grumbled once again, knowing that you were right. He could totally stop you from doing this if he really wanted to.
But he really didnât want to, because it felt way too damn good.
He kept his face buried in your neck, wings trembling and twitching with every scratch. âStop being so goddamn observant..â he muttered.
âNo can do, birdbrain.â You teased, continuing with your scratching. You loved having this effect on him; seeing him act so pathetic and needy. âYouâre just so easy to read.â
He let out a little whine, wings shuddering once again. God, you were going to wreck him at this rate.
âI hate youâŚâ he mumbled into your neck. âYouâre absolutely horrible and mean.â
âAnd yet you love me anyways.â You said with a smirk, tugging on another feather. You couldnât deny it; this was a guilty pleasure of yours. Seeing him act like this, so needy and messy from just a little feather preening.
He let out a whine again in response, a shiver going down his spine. Damn you really were going to wreck him, you werenât holding back in the slightest.
âGodâŚyouâre killing me here..â he whimpered, wings trembling from all the stimulation.
âOh Iâm fully awareâ you teased, scratching softly between his feathers once more. âAnd Iâm enjoying it too, because youâre my big tough birdie, but you crumble like paper in my hands when I just give you a little pampering.â
He let out a noise that was a mix of a whine and a moan, his wings shaking from all the stimulation. God, he was so weak to your caresses.
âMmmn..godâŚwhy are you so damn good at this..â he mumbled, wings shivering under your touch.
âIâm observant, remember?â You said with a little chuckle, tugging once again on his sensitive feathers. âI notice you shiver every time I touch your wings like this, and the noises you make. Theyâre kind of adorable if you ask me.â
He let out a small whine as you tugged on his feathers again, wings trembling yet again. Damn, he really couldnât handle it when you touched him here. His normally cocky and confident demeanor completely unraveled when you touched his wings like this.
âMnnâŚs-stop calling me adorable..â he mumbled in response, face still buried in your neck.
âWhy should I?â You teased, scratching between the feathers once more. âYou do act adorable though; shivering and whining whenever I touch your wingsâŚitâs cute, but Iâm also enjoying how easily I can make the number two hero fall apart just by touching his wings.â
He let out another little whine, wings shaking again as you continued your ministrations. God, you could be so cruel when you wanted to be.
âGod damn ittttâŚâ he whined. âStop making me sound so pathetic..â
You snuggle on his neck hinaling his scent "you're my birdie,my birdbrain" you cooed
He couldnât stop himself from shivering slightly when you snuggled against his neck, letting out a little chirp and whining again. Damn, he hated (but loved) how easily you could get him to act all needy and whiny like this.
âHnnâŚsay that again..â he said quietly, burying his face in your hair once more.
âMmm..â you hummed, nuzzling against his neck. âYouâre my birdie, my cute little birdbrain.â You repeated, a smile tugging at your lips.
It was kind of adorable seeing him like this, all whiney and needy after you preened his feathers. Like a little puppy all riled up after their belly was scratched.
He let out another small whine, wings shuddering from your affectionate words and all the preening you had done. The way you called him your birdie did things to his heart, and it made his chest feel all fuzzy.
God, when you said stuff like that it made his heart do backflips.
You kept nuzzling against his neck softly, repeating the same affectionate nick names for him over and over again. He was just too cute right now, all whiney and clingy after you gave him just a tad bit of caressing.
âMy birdie..my birdbrainâ you repeated, continuing to nuzzle against his skin.
You felt relaxed as you snuggled and cuddle him,before you pepper kiss his cheek.
He let out another small chirp in response when you pepper kissed his cheek, nuzzling against you once more. Feeling you snuggle against him and cuddle against his side made his heart thump against his chest. Goddamn you were so affectionate.
He hummed in content, wings relaxing against his back as you gave him kisses.
You continued to press kisses on his skin, enjoying the flustered but happy expression on his face. Seeing him all flustered and whiny like this because of a few compliments and some caresses was adorable.
You nuzzled against his neck once again, resting your head against his chest.
He wrapped his arms around your waist once more, pulling you closer into him. He couldnât help being clingy, especially like this. Being able to hold you in his arms like this after a good round ofâŚ.âactivitiesâ, along with all the preening, left him feeling all clingy and touchy.
His heartbeat was steady against your ear, a thumping and calming sound.
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a/n hi i have explanation as to why i was gone for so long please donât sue me. i wrote this after watching saltburn and watching 2037633 felix edits. but i honestly forgot how to write so im getting back into it. donât judge :P
summary itâs 2006 and youâre an american who recently decided to study overseas in england at oxford and thereâs one person who just wonât leave you alone
pairings felix catton x american!reader
warnings smut, orgasm control, begging, foul language, creampie/breeding, overstimulation, slight choking, oral sex, not proofread, smoking cigarettes(not reader), unprotected sex, fluff, angst, name calling, daddy kink, praise, 18+ MINORS DNI
chips or crisps?
âcan i just get a vodka martini?â you ask the bartender. he nods and quickly scurries off to make your drink.
england is not what you expect it to me. itâs nice. nicer than america in your opinion but the people were something.
one person you just couldnât shake stood in all his glory across the pub. âheâs gorgeous right?â a redheaded girl says as she walks from his direction towards you.
âuh no not reallyâ you lie. no one in their right mind could think that felix catton was unattractive. heâs 6â5, has a gorgeous smile, and a very very hot body. the only thing about him that bothered you was how he teased you. m
you didnât know if it was because you liked him or what. âno one thinks felix is unattractive. felix doesnât even think felix is unattractive.â the redhead continues saying.
âum do i know you?â you ask as the bartender slides your drink across the bar and you had him 4 pounds. âoou an american. iâm annabelâ she says.
âhm.â you say and turn to look in felixâs direction again. hes now looking over at the bar where you and annabel are. first hes staring at annabel and then his eyes wander over to you; catching your gaze. you quickly look away not wanting to hold eye contact but for some reason your eyes wander right back to him.
heâs now smiling at you goofily because you got caught staring.
you roll your eyes and turn back facing the bar. annabel walks away after getting her drinks and now youâre officially by yourself again.
just the way you liked it.
you finish off your drink and quickly get a new one.
times passes and more people start filing into the pub; which calls for more drinks. âchips or crisps?â you hear next to you and you already know who it is.
âwhat do you want felix?â you groan and throw your head back.
the way your mouth is open and your neck is exposed makes felix feel a way inside. âis it chips or crisps?â
âfelix i swear-â you begin but he cuts you off. âyou swear what love?â he begins and you finally look at him, âyouâre youâre slap me? youâve done that before.â
âwhat is your fascination with me?â you snap and he looks so amused.
âthat,â he says a points at me, âwhat you just did is my fascination with you love.â furrowing your eyebrows he continues, âthe way i get you all riled up without even touching you.â he says and his mouth is next to your ear at the point.
the smell of bourbon wraps around your head and into your nose. âyouâre drunk.â you say and he chuckles.
âiâm not. lighten up y/n, you know i like teasing you.â
you canât really tell if heâs lying so you just stop talking hoping he goes away after he gets his drinks.
newsflash: he doesnât.
ây/n?â he says.
âwhat could you want now felix?â
âtalk to me, love.â
âdonât call me that.. and no.â
âyou just spoke to me.â
you donât speak this time and he chuckles, âthis little game weâre playing,â he begins and gestures between the two of you,â is lovely.â his accent warms you inside.
âiâm leaving.â you groan and push off your chair. you quickly gather your purse and coat before walking out; all while not even glancing at felix.
the cold england air hits you like a truck as you step outside. âitâs awfully cold.â felix says.
you jump at the unexpected sound of his voice. âfelix what the hell are you doing?â
âdonât be foolish y/n. itâs 10 at night. iâm walking you back to your dorm.â
âi donât need you to walk me back.â you say and he shrugs, âi didnât ask you that did i?â
âwhatever.â you begin walking and you can hear felix walking behind you.
after about 5 minutes of walking he finally speaks, âso y/n why donât you like me?â
you ignore him but he wonât take that for an answer, ây/n answer the bloody question.â
you still donât answer.
âfor fucks sake,m y/n.â he says and he sounds upset. âwhatever.â is all you hear before a hand wraps around your wrist pulling you between a small alley.
âfelix let go.â you groan in annoyance that he wonât just leave you alone. but behind your little act, you want him to bother you; in more ways than others.
âstop acting like i donât exist.â he begins as he gets close to your ear, âstop acting like i donât have an effect on you.â
âyou donât.â you whisper and that pisses him off more.
ây/n,â he scoffs and you feel yourself beginning to get wet,âyou act the way you do because you know, everything i do makes you feel good.â
if only he knew how true that statement was.
you shake your head, looking up at him. âlisten, im not like every other girl who bows down to you. you canât think iâm just gonna give out.â
âand why wouldnât you love? i see the effect i have on you. i try to be so nice to you love.. and you push me away.â he begins as his hand slides into your mini skirt. âi bet youâre soaking for me.â
you refuse to make eye contact so you look down at his chest. âlook at me love.â you shake your head now causing him to grab you by your jaw. âi said look at me.â
you whimper quietly at the feeling of his hand now touching the wet spot of your panties. felixâs eyes soften at your sound, âdo i make you this wet love?â
after a few seconds, you finally give into all the feelings. so you nod your head but this doesnât satisfy him, âwords.â
âyes.â
âgood girl. now,â he begins before pulling his hands out of your panties; causing you to whimper again at the lost of touch, âletâs go to my dorm. iâm not taking you in a bloody alley, darling.â
with that, he grabs your hand and begins walking quickly in the direction of the dorms. you canât help but notice how big his hand is compared to yours.. and how long his legs are. one of his steps is 3 of yours.
after another 30 seconds of walking he stops. âyou walk awfully slow love.â
âwell sorry iâm not-â you begin but yelp as your feet leave the ground and felix throws you over his shoulder. âfelix put me down!â you groan.
âdarling we are like 3 minutes away. just let me carry you.â he says and smacks your butt. the stinging feeling after keeps you quiet.
those three minutes pass so quickly you donât even realize heâs walked the stair of his dorm and is now unlocking the door.
slowly, felix sets you down and points to the bed. âtake your skirt off.â
you hum in response before pulling your skirt down. heâs watching you intently with his arms crossed. his button up shirt is unbuttoned halfway down; revealing his sculpted chest.
ânow your,â he begins and points at your panties. as you slide them off the moon shines on your glistening folds and a low groan comes out of him.
as you discard of you panties, felix walks over and stands between your legs. âlook at me.â you do as he says, âis this what you want?â
felix begins squatting down slowly. âdo you want to be mine y/n?â he ask when heâs parellel with your pussy. his hot breath sends shivers up your spine. âhm y/n? answer me love.â
his hands wrap around your thighs. âyes felix.. thatâs what i want.â you moan out as he begins kissing your inner thigh.
âwell before we start.. call me daddy.â he lips your pussy in between words, âand you only cum when i say so. understood?â
you whimper lightly, âyes daddy.â
youâd never called a guy daddy before but it got you off more than you expected.
âwell then,â with that felixâs mouth attacks your folds and clit causing your back to arch in pleasure.
your hands find his hair as he continues licking up and down your slit; ever so often heâll hum and the feeling it gives almost pushes you over the edge.
âcan i cum please daddy?â you ask and he hums something that sounds like a no. âplease, please i want to cum.â
the begging and humming goes on for another minute or so until felix stops. âwhat happened?â you ask breathlessly.
âyou tasted delicious darling, but i donât want you to cum until iâm in you.â
he quickly pecks you on the lips before rolling you onto your stomach. you canât see what heâs doing but his shadow cast on the wall as he stands.
you hear his belt being undone and soon his hand cupping your ass. âgod, youâre perfect darlingâ he groans as his hand slides down; his accent is music to your ears.
âthank you..â you moan as he moves his dick between your wet folds. âthank you what?â
his hand wraps around your throat, âsay it y/n.â the way your name rolls off his lips makes you feel so good. âthank you daddy.â
âgood girl.â with that he slides in. you couldnât see how big it was but you could definitely feel it. you moan in pleasurable pain as he stretches you.
doggystyle wasnât always your first choice of positions because after a lot bit it was too much. every thrust would hit your cervix and begin hurting but with felix: it felt good.
âso- damned- tight.â he says and thrust harder in between words. you dig your face into the comforter moaning.
his hand snakes around your body to the front and begins rubbing your clit in small agonizingly pleasing circles. âfelix-â
a sharp smack hits your ass, âthatâs not my name y/n.âhis hips continue to smack into you as he fucks you senselessly. âwhatâs my name?â
âfuck i need to cum.â you moan and he smacks your ass again, before grabbing you by the neck and pulling you up towards his chest continuing to fuck you. the new position caused him to hit your g spot in more ways than before. âwhatâs my name?â he ask through gritted teeth.
youâd never felt this kind of pleasure with anyone before. âcan i please cum, daddy?â
âthatâs what i like to hear.. but no.â his hand continues massage your swollen bud as he breathes heavily on your neck; fucking you maliciously. âgod, do you feel god. all wet for me.. letting me fuck you to no avail like daddys slut.â
âplease can i come daddy? please.. you feel so good.â you moan,
he pushes you back onto the bed, holding your by the neck; keeping you in place. âplease daddy can i cum?â the feeling of release deepens so much and you canât take it.
âi canât take it.â you say through pleasured cries. the way he rubs your clit and hits your g spot repeatedly overstimulates you.
âyes you can and you will y/n.â he begins, âyouâre mine now. all mine. no one could fuck you like i do. donât you agree?â
you nod while whimpering out hushed âyes daddyââs
âgood. do you want to cum?â
âyes, yes please.â
âbeg. and make sure itâs loud. i want everyone in this dorm to hear how much of a slut you are for my cock.â
âplease daddy. please can i come? i want to make you feel good.â you plead and you have to admit: you can be louder.
âthatâs not loud enough darling.â he says and stops rubbing your clit. the lost of friction causes you to whimper. âlouder.â
âplease daddy. i need to come. please, i canât take it anymore.â you grab the sheets of his bed and grip them tight as an anchor as he fucks you.
âlouder y/n, youâre almost there.â he groans. you can tell heâs getting close as well. his grip on your hips has tightened and you can feel his shaft pulsing slightly against your walls.
his fingers touch your clit again and you moan loudly, âoh my gosh, can i please cum daddy? you feel so good in me. i want to cum all on your dick.â
this time youâre so loud heâs even threatened to cover your mouth. âcum love. milk my cock like i know youâve wanted too since we metâ
at the sound of his permission, you release your orgasm. white flashes take over your vision as you release what felix has took his time to build up.
he continues to fuck you through your orgasm causing more pleasure. moaning loudly, you arch your back towards him. âholy hell, youâre so tight around me.â
he groans and pushes your hips into the bed. his thrust begin to slow and become sputtered movements. âyou were made for me y/n.. so perfect.â he groans as releases hot white spurts that coat your walls.
the way he talks to you turns you on even more as you come down from your high. he continues to fuck you slowly as his cum drips out of you and onto your clit.
âfuck y/n..â he moans softly as he pulls out slowly. you continue laying down trying to catch your breath as he stands.
you hear things being more behind you but youâre too weak to turn your head and look. after a few seconds, you feel felix straddling you. âroll over.â
you do as he says to reveal heâs holding a cloth. âopen your legs for me..â
slowly, you open your legs to reveal your swollen sex. âyou did so good love.â
felix squats lowly and begins wiping you up. âthank you.â
smiling at you he continues,âbut you know.. you never answered my question.â
âhm?â
âchips or crisps?â
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relief switch | sim jaeyun | m
pairing: switch! sim jaeyun x switch! female reader
genre: smut
au: established relationship
rating: explicit/18+, minors dni
word count: 7k
sexual warnings: switch/soft dom jake and switch y/n, oral (male receiving), fingering, dirty talk, head pusher jake, unprotective sex, non penetrative and penetrative sex, whiny jake, begging, swearing, slight size kink???, thigh riding, hair pulling, lots of praise (praise kink???), spanking, naked dry humping(??? idk what else to call it), pet names (useful girl, sweet boy, good boy/girl, sweetheart, babe, baby, my love etc i practically used them all), body worship, marking, biting, edging, choking, overstimulation, forced orgasm, creampie, a bit of nipple play, roleplay for like .02 seconds, lots of moaning/whimpering/whining, a smidge of degradation, jake is down horrendous, they're so in love it makes me sick, good aftercare :]
a/n: sorry idk what demon possessed me. also shoutout to my best friend @sungbeams this one is for you ⥠and no i am not jayunki biased i dont wanna hear it anymore k thanks âĄ
Groans and jangling keys fill your small apartment as you and your boyfriend return home from your prospective jobs at the same time. No words are spoken as you both remove your shoes, throwing them haphazardly with a pout towards the shoe stand near the front entryway. Neither of you bothers to turn on the light, leaving your apartment in a calming darkness as the sun sets outside.
âToday sucked.â Jake finally breaks the silence, leaning against the front door. His eyes shut for a moment as he loosens his tie from his neck.Â
âYeah, tell me about it,â you grumble, hanging up your jacket and sticking your hand out for his without a glance.Â
He hands it to you with a sigh. âIâm honestly in a terrible mood. Just a fair warning in case I say something a little mean. I just genuinely do not have an ounce of joy in my body right now.â
Normally, you would be comforting your boyfriend without letting another moment pass by; guiding him to the plump couch and putting on his favorite show, making him his favorite food, snuggling up with him and whispering sweet words in his ear while you run your fingers through his hair until he falls asleep. Itâs a foolproof plan for when heâs having a bad day or just needs some extra comfort.Â
But, like him, you also do not feel even an ounce of happiness in your own body. And a part of you feels guilty for not being able to swallow it down so you can be there for him properly.
Noticing the difference in your behavior, Jake straightens himself, tilting his head to the side while he looks at you with furrowed brows.Â
âYou okay, babe? Work doesnât usually get to you like this. Do you want to talk about it?â He speaks to you with a low softened voice, despite his earlier proclamation.
Vigorously, you shake your head. âItâs just dumb stuff and I know Iâm overreacting slightly. I justâŚI don't knowâŚI kinda wanna just be in a bad mood? Does that make sense?â you chuckle, âI know it sounds dumb but-â
âNo, I get it,â stepping towards you, Jake pinches your chin gently between his thumb and pointer finger, âHell, take it out on me if you need to.â
It might be the way his thumb is lingering along your jawline now, hovering so his skin is only slightly grazing against yours, or the way his eyes darken as he looks at your lips, but something in his words sounds more like a plea than a simple comedic suggestion.Â
You narrow your eyes at your boyfriend, trying your best not to convey how instantaneously he takes over your mind and body. Itâs dizzying the way he looks you up and down, consuming how you can feel the heat from every slight touch of his hand.Â
âHow would you like me to take it out on you?â You question with a lowered voice, tilting your head down slightly to flick your eyes more up at him, batting your eye lashes in a way you know he canât resist.Â
His thumb stops moving just below your bottom lip where his eyes also rest. âWell, depends on the type of day you had. Do you need to let out your anger? Pretend Iâm your boss and raise your voice, say some absurd things? Or do you need to feel useful?â The more he talks, the lower his tone and volume go, his voice growing softer while his speech slows. To make it worse, at the end of his sentence he releases your lips from his gaze, his deep brown eyes flicking up ever so slightly to meet your own. And you instantly become putty in his hands.Â
âUseful,â you mutter, averting your gaze to the side to avoid the smirk you know is displayed on his handsome face.
âOh, I can put you to use, my love. Knees. Now.â Jake commands with a snap of his finger before pointing it down at the ground and using his other hand to give your bottom lip a quick swipe with his thumb.Â
âRight here? In the entryway? What about the bedro-â
âI thought,â he cuts you off, removing his hand from your face to slowly start undoing his belt, âyou wanted,â the beltâs on the floor, his hands now unbuttoning his slacks, âto be,â his eyes are locked on yours, âuseful,â he growls.
Placing a hand on the back of your head, he leans you forward, giving you a swift tender kiss on the forehead before pushing your head down.Â
You fall to your knees quickly, your hands sliding down his torso until they rest at his hips where his slacks are barely hanging on by his growing bulge that youâre now eye level with.Â
Between clenched teeth and a sharp inhale of his breath, Jake commands, âDonât make me have to ask you twice.â
Your hands move without any further hesitation to push his slacks and underwear down from his hips, his hardened member bouncing at the release of the constraints. How is he already this hard? Jakeâs weeping cock is already fully stiff and alert, a small bead of precum glistening at his tip, begging for contact.Â
Looking straight up at your man, wanting to hold his gaze, you stick your tongue out and give him a long lick from the base of his member to just below the bulbous part of his tip. Jakeâs head falls back against the door, his eyes fluttering to the back of his head as one of his hands reaches for your hair. He strokes it gently at first before giving a warning tug.Â
âPlease,â he whines softly with an airy gasp, eyes still closed, ânot today. Donât tease me today, Y/n.â
Even though heâs not looking, you still smile up at him fondly. Just for a moment, savoring the desperate look on his face before swirling your tongue along his tip.Â
Jakeâs body trembles, mouth open slightly as he sucks in a breath. Then suddenly, he opens his eyes. They narrow down at you with a darkness that loudly tells you he is not planning on warning you again. Jake places both of his hands around your head, palms brushing your temples as he lines your mouth to his cock.Â
You hold his eye contact as you open your mouth and wait for him.Â
You donât have to wait long. Jake has never been the patient type. And when it comes to you sucking him off? He was never really good at playing around and teasing and for sure did not like to have that patience tested.
Slowly, but steadily, Jake pushes himself into your mouth until your nose brushes his abdomen. Stifling a gag, you moan against his body and try to maintain your focus. His entire body shivers as he holds you in place, hands still cupping your face lightly as your eyes flutter shut. It takes everything in you to try to remember to breathe through your nose, or really, to remember to breathe at all. Which seems ridiculous but, in this moment, every cell of your body is consumed by him.Â
Jakeâs head falls back against the doorframe yet again, an intense inhale goes in through his nose and his lips form in a tight line. He may have tried to contain his moans but couldnât suppress a deep, guttural groan from ripping out deep within his throat.
âFuuuckkk, baby. How do you always take me so well?â His thumbs brush at the tears welling up under your eyes, a soft, fond smile forming on his face.Â
The softness of his features only lasts for a moment before he starts moving his hips with a perfect cadence, relentlessly fucking your throat.
âThatâs my good, useful girl,â Jake slowly groans. With each thrust that has him hitting the back of your throat, you try to focus on your breathing even more. Your goal is to not gag, no matter how much your body wants to, no matter how much you know he would love it. Heâs claimed in the past that hearing you gag on him alone gives him an insane ego boost. But feeling it? Oh he couldnât contain himself. Knowing heâs too big for his perfect girl but she tries her best to please him anyways? One of the best feelings a guy could ever hope to experience.
And because of this, Jake knows exactly when youâre on the brink of hitting your limit. As much as he would love to chase his own pleasure, heâs choosing to think outside of himself and knows you need this more than he does.
One of Jakeâs hands moves to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back and your mouth off of his slick cock, leaving a string of saliva connecting the two of your bodies together.Â
Jake kneels down until heâs face to face with you, holding your face in his hands as he looks in your eyes. âThatâs all I needed. Now, let me get a good look at you.â
His grip makes it impossible for you to look away. All you can muster out is a slight moan in protest, your bottom lip jutting out as you furrow your eyebrows. Thumbs catching some runaway tears from under your eyes, Jake lets out a low chuckle, peppering quick kisses along your face.
âAs good as you make me feel,â he starts, guiding you up to your feet and leading you towards the bedroom, âitâs not how I want to come.â
âBut I barely even-â
âShhh,â Jake abruptly pushes you up against the wall in the hallway, his lust filled eyes combing over the spots where his hands roam all over your body, âitâs okay, baby. Thatâs all the use I needed from you. You did amazing. Let me make you feel good now.â
Gently and slowly, at first, he kisses your lips, moving your arms so they wrap around his neck. Muscle memory has your hands interlocking in his hair at his nape, giving a slight tug which elicits a sweet groan from your man. It doesnât take long after that for the kiss to deepen, Jake moving one his knees to press against your clothed heat. He pulls away from you briefly to look in your eyes, looks down at his knee then back up at you, giving you an encouraging nod, his eyes wide and eager, swimming with excited anticipation.
You look deeply into Jakeâs eyes as you lower your core down to his thigh, holding his gaze as you slowly move yourself along his muscle. You canât hold in the soft whine that comes out as you finally feel some friction on your needy clit. Jake loves and hates when you hold eye contact and moan like this, claiming itâs an unfair use of power. He shakes slightly under your touch, gripping your hips tightly enough to surely leave some marks. He tries to hold your eye contact, but canât help as his eyes roll back, his body moving closer to yours to grind with you.
âFuuckkk, baby,â Jake lulls out, âyou really needed me this badly?â He continues to grip your hips, now guiding you along his thigh. His assistance reveals his own desperation. Jake pushes you down harder against him while simultaneously moving you back and forth at a faster pace. Pretty little desperate whines come out of him as he stares hazeley at your lips.
âMmmm, sweet boy, look at you. So desperate to make me feel good, hm?â It was hard to talk like this in this position youâre in. Too easy it would be to give into your boyfriendâs ministrations, too easy it would be to give in to your own wants and pleasures.Â
âPlease use me now.â Jakeâs grip on your hips tighten. Your wincing muddles amongst his moans as he grinds you harder against his thigh.Â
âPlease, baby,â he begs again, his yearning glossed over eyes meet your gaze once more. A lightning shock shoots down to your already throbbing core, âPlease need me.â
That is your last straw.Â
âOh my- I need you so badly, Jake. I can't take this teasing foreplay anymore. I need to feel you inside me. Baby, please.âÂ
Switch flipping yet again, Jake doesnât hesitate and wraps both of your legs around his waist, now carrying you to the bedroom while you feverishly kiss along his neck and jawline, leaving a pretty trail of love marks as you go.
He walks towards the room with long confident strides, holding you up easily with one hand as he opens the door. And once youâre both inside, he closes the door behind him with a simple kick of his foot, not even bothering to look back as he does so.Â
Laying you down softly on the bed, Jakeâs jaw clenches as he works to fully undress himself. As heâs unbuttoning his shirt, he smiles softly at you and leans forward, connecting his lips with yours yet again. The kiss is soft, delicate, as his fingers continue to work against the stiff buttons of his shirt. Your body relaxes against the kiss, your mouths molding together with familiarity, tongues swimming messily with each other in a familiar dance.Â
Finally, his top is fully undone but he doesnât take it off. As for his pants, heâs long forgotten those somewhere near the front door of your shared apartment. Jake doesnât hesitate with removing your clothes, practically ripping them from your body. Heâs fueled by his need to see you naked and needs to see you now.
Your chest rises even faster as your skin is now exposed, your boyfriend taking a moment to marvel at your physic.Â
âYou are so damn beautiful,â he grumbles as he gets on all fours, crawling on the bed until heâs hovering over you, using one hand to pump his length a few times for good measure. He bites his bottom lip as he looks down at himself and back up at you, the sparkle in his eyes all too telling how excited he is to dive right in and ruin you.
âAre you ready for me, sweetheart?â He holds himself at your entrance, body frozen in place as he looks into your eyes with those big pleading puppy dog eyes of his that always has you on your knees. You could never say no to him when he looks at you like this. How he manages to look so adorable and sexy at the same time will forever be a mystery to you.
âIf we wait any longer I might actually lose my mind,â you huff, leaning forward to cup both of your hands on his cheeks, pulling him forward into a savory deep kiss. Jakeâs eyes immediately flutter shut as you guide him down with you, his lips hungrily chasing after your own. Before your head even hits the pillows, Jake blindly inserts his tip inside your cunt, the sensation making you gasp against him.
Jake chuckles against your mouth, taking the chance to quickly pepper sweet kisses around your entire face. âHmm? Didnât think Iâd be able to do it without looking? Darling I know your body better than anyone else. I could find this pussy anywhere.â The confident smirk on his face pulls you in even deeper to his charms.
His words make you clench around him, making your boyfriend wince slightly.
âSo tight. Even though itâs just my tip. I guess I should have taken the time to prep you properly. Iâm sorry, darling, this might sting.â
And, without another word, Jake pushes himself forward, his cock sliding into you painfully slow. Each inch stretching you further and further as your body desperately tries to adjust as quickly as it can. A mix between a choked moan and a gasp leaves your lips while Jake turns his head to the side to sink his teeth into the flesh of your shoulder, small whimpers coming from him in return.
Wanting to hear more from him, you take one hand and intertwine your fingers in his wavy black locks, tugging slightly so his head is lifted from the crook of your neck. Now that heâs facing you, you can properly look him in the eyes while he whimpers again, this time from the tugging on his scalp. Jakeâs bottom lip juts out at you, his puppy eyes are back, pleading for something unknown to you.Â
Despite his pouty demeanor, Jake is still rocking his hips back and forth, pounding into you at a satiable rhythm. The dynamic between you two might seem confusing to anyone on the outside looking in, but the satisfaction from being with someone whoâs both submissive and dominant all at the same time is unlike anything youâve ever experienced before. Plus, it allows you the space to give the same in return. Taking turns between caring for each others needs to then be the one receiving fulfills you in more ways than you can even begin to explain.
âAw donât give me those eyes, pretty boy. You know how it makes me melt,â you sigh, eyes rolling back as you roll your hips in time with his thrusts.
âLet me leave marks on you then.â Jake doesnât wait for a response. He quickly grabs your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging softly before sucking. Words completely escape your brain as he releases you, smirking before diving back down against your neck. Your brain starts to feel dizzy as he adjusts his hips, fixing the angle of his thrusts ever so slightly to where he knows heâll hit your g-spot. He nips at the flesh below your ear, right in the spot that sends chills down your entire body. At this point, your clit is throbbing and itâs your turn to become a pouty, moany mess.
âUse your words, Y/n,â Jake chuckles against your neck, giving one last bite before flatting his tongue on the sensitive area.Â
When he doesnât hear you say anything in response to his command, he sits himself up so heâs looking in your eyes. One of his eyebrows quirks up, waiting for your response. When you still wonât give it to him, he stops his languid movements and slowly pulls himself out of you with a tsk tsk tsk.
âI know you know better than to ignore me.â He licks his lips slowly and leans forward, his face now hovering directly over yours. Your chest is rising and falling quickly, not realizing how out of breath you were from only such a short time of contact with him. Jakeâs head tilts to the side, his eyes darkening ever so slightly as his impatience takes over. Suddenly, one of his hands is lingering over your throat, his thumb lightly brushing against your esophagus.Â
âNow, beautiful. Why are we being so stubborn all of a sudden? Why arenât you talking to me?â He releases your throat by moving his hand upward just a bit, his thumb moves along your jawline then up some more to trace along the outside of your bottom lip. Tingles and chills naturally erupt throughout your body with every soft touch he leaves on your skin. It doesnât matter how much time has passed since you two have been together, Jake still has this unwavering affect on your mind, body and soul. Subconsciously your body communicates with his, going well beyond needing words at times.
But that doesnât mean Jake doesnât want to hear them still.
âI know you want something. Itâs so easy to tell with the way youâre moaning and the way your hips are bucking up against me. Just say the words and itâs yours.â
Itâs stupid to try to compete with him. No matter how hard of a stubborn fight you could try to conjure up, Jake always wins.Â
Always.
âI want you to play with my clit while you fuck me,â you whine, drawing out the last syllables in an unmistakably âyou canât say no to meâ way, shaking your shoulders, closing your eyes and jutting out your lower lip for extra affect. He might be the one to win every time it comes to stubbornness, but no one can deny the fight you put up when it comes to pouting, begging, and pleading.
âUgh, baby donât give me that look, please,â Jake rolls off of you, now on his back beside you with one arm covering his eyes, âI just want to hear you say what you want. I love listening to your demands. It's so sexy when you tell me what you need.â
âWould it be even sexier if I just do it?â
Jake moves his arm slightly to look at you with a questioning yet excited gaze. His hesitation and agape mouth is all the answer you needed.
Without letting another second pass, in one swift motion youâre now on top of him; both legs straddling either side of his thighs and your core hovering dangerously close to his cock.
âFuck,â he mumbles, hands up in the air somewhat similar to a surrender pose. Jakeâs eyes dart all across your body, genuinely not knowing what to do. His mind races with all the places he wants to put his hands on you, all the things he wants to do and say to you. Itâs happening so fast that heâs stuck in a frozen state.
You place one hand confidently on his chest, making sure he stays put. Itâs your turn to hover your face over his, taunting him with what looks like is going to be a kiss, but you pull back at the last second, smirking at the dumbfounded look on your boyfriendâs face.
âHavenât you ever heard the phrase âactions speak louder than wordsâ?â You tease.
âOh yes, I have,â he nods quickly, eyes wide as he licks his lips hungrily, his hands now resting comfortably (and cockily) behind his head, âbut I think I could still use a demonstration.â
With a smirk, you lean down and kiss his plump lips. Itâs slow and intentional, setting the pace of not wanting to get too lost in the moment. After a few languid exchanges, you lower your hips down until finally, finally, your still sopping cunt makes contact with his length. You know he expects you to be just as impatient as him, to just grind against him a couple times before finally letting him back inside you.
But that would just be too easy.
You slowly start to grind against him, moving back and forth slowly. You press down harder against him when you get close to his tip, making the poor boy moan louder and louder each time you do so. Almost immediately your slick is coating him, the friction now even more satisfying the more you grind against him.
âUghâŚY/nâŚbabyâŚput me in already,â he begs, his eyes clenched tightly shut, âPut me in so I can start playing with your clit like you wanted.â Beads of sweat start to trickle down his temples, his cheeks flushed a glowing shade of pink. You silently ignore his pleas, wordlessly picking up your pace and pressure. Jakeâs hands fly to your hips, nails digging into your skin at a satisfying grip. At first, you thought he was going to attempt to stop your movements. But, to your amusement, heâs only assisting you more. He guides your hips along his length while bucking his hips upward. Youâre desperately trying to revel in the absolute mess of a sight your boyfriend is below you, but the friction against your clit is getting harder and harder to ignore. Jakeâs eyes are still shut tight, his bottom lip now quivering as a slew of pleaseâs and an array of petnames leave those pretty lips of his. At this point, your brain is so hazy you canât even make out anything heâs saying.
Eyes focusing on those quivering lips, you lean in once again, this time more hungry and desperate than before. Going straight for that bottom lip of his, you pull it between your teeth, groaning with him as you feel his cock twitch between your other lips.Â
âBaby, please. If you donât slow down Iâm going to come.â His legs are starting to tremble beneath you as he desperately tries to find relief and restraint in the same action. His composure is cracking more and more.Â
And you only want to do as you're told.
So, with a smirk, you slow your pace to a painstakingly slow one. From quick and harsh movements to slow, drawn out romantic ones, Jake is immediately regretting his word choice.
If itâs any consolation at all, itâs just as torturous for you as it is for him. The moans and whines youâve been trying to trap within yourself are letting loose and competing with the whimpering man beneath you. The longer you draw this out, the harder it is for you to keep your own composure, quickly forgetting the punchline to the joke youâre playing on him.
âFu-fuck, oh my god. I canât- I canât take this anymore, baby. Please, let me come. I need to come,â he pleads with a shaking voice, head thrown back against the pillows so that the muscles in his neck strain. In this position heâs proudly displaying the bright love marks youâve left along his delicate skin. Seeing those marks ignites something truly primal within you, knowing that he is all yours and everyone, stranger or familiar, will know it without a doubt. Jake always wears your marks proudly after the fact too, claiming that if anyone has an issue with it theyâre just immature and jealous that he gets fucked so well and they donât. Itâs a part of what makes marking him up even more arousingly special. Plus, itâs not like he doesnât do the same to you. The running joke at both of your places of employment is that whenever either of you come in with a new scarf or turtle neck itâs to maintain what little bit of professionalism you have left. But if anyone asks about itâŚneither you nor Jake are shy of pulling down the garments and displaying the pretty bruises in any coloring stage they may currently be in.
âYou want to come now?â You finally speak up. Jakeâs muscles start to twitch all throughout his body at the sound of your sultry tone. You watch as he bites down on his bottom lip hard, gripping your hips even tighter as he desperately tries to hang on for just a little bit longer.
Jake finally opens his eyes to give you that irresistible pleading stare. âYes, please.â
âSuch a needy boy, all ready to come without even being inside of me,â you coo and Jake just whimpers in response. You lean your head down next to his ear, making sure he feels the warmth of your shaky breath as you tell your sweet boy to come for you, eliciting a quick bite on his earlobe.
Of course, you do this while guiding your cunt only along the tip of his cock now, thankfully (in Jakeâs mind at least) picking up speed once again. Jakeâs mouth falls open in the perfect âOâ shape, his moans coming out in gasps and he looks in your eyes. Mere moments later you feel his cock spasm beneath you, his hips bucking up as he sits up slightly, spurts of cum shooting past your folds and onto his stomach.
He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close against him as his chest rises and falls quickly. Jake whimpers and nuzzles his face into the side of your neck, leaving soft desperate kisses where he can. In turn you wrap your arms around his shoulders and rest your head against his. Soft murmurs of praise and comfort leave your lips as you rub your thumb in small circles against his bare skin. You both stay like this for a moment, you not caring about the pause in intimate physical action. In your relationship, this moment of sex is the most intimate you can be with one another and itâs something you cherish deeply. Knowing that the both of you put the other person's needs and comforts before their own is something unique to you both.
The heartfelt moment doesnât last as long as it usually does though, because before you can even blink you find yourself with your back now on the bed and Jake with a devilish smirk looming above you.
âMy turn,â he snarls, grabbing your hips roughly and flipping you onto your stomach. Time isnât wasted with your impatient man as he pulls your hips towards him, placing a hand between your shoulder blades to keep your head down.
A loud smack followed by your body wincing, Jake rubs his hand soothingly on the mound of your ass that he just spanked. Heâs cooing something under his breath, but your heart beating loudly in your ears keeps you from hearing what heâs saying exactly.
Youâre about to ask him to repeat himself, turning your head so you can see him properly, when he smacks his hand across your butt harder than before.Â
âDid I say you can move? Face back down.â
The growl in his undertone sends shivers down your spine, eyes widening as you turn back and do as you're told.Â
Not long after that you feel three of Jakeâs fingers push deep into your cunt, pistoning in and out at an insane speed, especially considering he hasnât properly warmed you up.Â
You cry out in surprise, gasping into the bedsheets while the friction and lack of proper build up confuses your body. All the tension from before blooms inside you and you can't believe youâre already feeling that white heat about to burst inside you.Â
âYouâre already clenching around my fingers,â Jake chuckles in surprise, not relenting on his speed as he continues to scissor his digits inside of you, âoh my poor needy baby, youâre absolutely soaking me.â
You shut your eyes tightly, trying to think of anything to hold onto your sanity. You absolutely cannot come this quickly, youâll never hear the end of it from Jake. You wouldnât put it past him to brag to everyone and anyone he knows about it too, it must be some kind of record, right? Making your girlfriend come in less than a minute? Maybe even less than thirty seconds? Yeah thereâs no way you can let him have this one. But fuck, he really knows how to curl those fingers perfectly within you, beckoning your release with aggressive tender strokes.
Tears prick your eyes and you canât stay still, grasping at the bedsheets frantically while you try to adjust your body to avoid the inevitable.Â
âNot so funny when the tables are turned, huh?â Jake chuckles menacingly, speeding up his pace and flicking his thumb against your throbbing clit. It feels like heâs about to split you in two with his fingers alone and your entire body is at war with itself â unsure if it loves the contact or wants to get away.
âAs soon as you come Iâll give you my cock again. Thatâs all you gotta do.â He states plainly, almost nonchalantly, eyes focused as he watches his fingers drill in and out of your hole, unknowingly pushing you right over the edge and perfectly into his trap.
Everything blurs as your release erupts. Moans of pleasure and surprise fill the room while Jake grabs ahold of your hips, rooting you in place.Â
âThatâs it, baby. Iâve got you. Just needed to hear my voice to get you to come undone, hmm?â His one hand roams over the mound of your ass while he murmurs to you, fingers still languidly pumping in and out of you. Your muscles are finally starting to relax, legs still shaking as your breath catches up with you. Just as youâre about to collapse into the bed, Jake says one word that has your eyes opening wide in surprise.
âReady?â
You open your mouth to ask âReady for what?â but before you can get the words out your cunt is deliciously stretched, now filled to the brim with your boyfriendâs throbbing cock.Â
âAh-aahhh,â Jake sighs, âyouâre still so tight holy shit.â
You jolt forward as you feel his tip kiss the edges of your walls. Pulsing around him, youâre still sore from the damage his fingers did just moments before. Jakeâs hands move from your hips and roam your body, admiring everything about you as he gives you a moment to adjust to his girth. His hair tickles between your shoulder blades as he leans forward to plant chaste kisses across your skin, groans singing out between each one that he leaves. His cock twitches inside of you and you know itâs taking everything in him to keep calm and still. Even his breathing is becoming rigid and off beat.
Wordlessly, he lifts himself up and slowly pulls himself away from you until just his tip is inside. Itâs like you can hear his brain churning with thoughts and ideas, but you know his brain fog can get just as bad as yours and heâs probably lost in the moment.
Now that youâve had a taste of him, though, youâre not letting him off so easily.
âJaakkeeee,â you whine, wiggling your ass slightly to get his attention, which only backfires and makes your body flinch with the feeling of him still partially inside of you.
âIâm trying not to go crazy here.â He laughs. You turn your head to look over your shoulder and see your boyfriend's eyes glued to where youâre both connected.
With a warning bite to your tone, you mutter his name again and he groans in response, biting down hard on his bottom lip before chuckling to himself.
âAlright. You asked for it.â He snaps his hips forward and slams his cock deep into you again. Instead of starting a slow rhythmic pace he thrusts quick and hard. Your body is pressed firmly into the mattress with the way heâs holding you down, his grip stronger than youâve ever felt in the past.
The pace heâs set is dizzying, pounding you deep into the mattress as the sounds of your squelching wetness fills the room. Your body doesnât even get a chance to fully appreciate the bliss heâs bringing you before your system is shocked again and again and again.
âGonna fuck you till youâre good and dumb, all youâll be able to say is my name,â he grunts, giving a deep smack to your ass before grabbing your hips and pulling you back and forth with his thrusts.
Normally youâd giggle at him in response, but fuck he might actually be fucking you stupid. Moans, whines, and his name is truly all your lips can form. You want to scream out how good heâs making you feel, but each time his cock slams against your sweet spot your eyes roll to the back of your head and you lose any coherent thought that was trying to form inside your brain.
None of it goes unnoticed, of course. Jake is a very observant and attentive boyfriend in every sense.Â
âWhat? Five seconds with my dick inside you and you lose your mind? Who knew you would be such a cock hungry little slut.â
âJustâŚjust for you.â Is all you manage to gasp out knowing how much Jake loves to hear how you only go crazy for him.
âFuck.â His thrusts quicken despite his already relentless pace. Jake pulls your hips upwards ever so slightly, but itâs enough to change the angle, his tip now hitting a perfect bullseye against your sweet spot. The force of his body slamming into yours doesnât give you a chance. Before you know it, youâre coming undone yet again, body shaking as you gush all over his cock.
âYouâre coming so quickly tonight, baby. Work really has had you all pent up. Donât worry, just hang on a little bit longer and then you can rest, okay?â Jake kisses the spot between your shoulder blades again, one of his hands reaching around to grab at your breasts. He tweaks at your perked nipple as his pace becomes sloppy and uneven, his head resting on your back as his hips continue to snap back and forth. Small whimpers leave his lips as he chases his second release that heâs been holding onto for so long now.
âMmm, fuck, baby, youâre squeezing me so tight,â he whines, lifting his head up and placing his hands back on your hips.
Three more thrusts is all he has left in him. On the final thrust he grinds his hips harshly against you, making sure his cock is as deep in your cunt as it can possibly be as he spills his seed deep within your clenching walls.
The warmth weirdly soothes you through your overstimulated body. Being full of him like this makes you feel even closer to him and itâs something youâll never get tired of. Feeling his cock twitch relentlessly inside you is addicting, your body trembles with satiated pleasure around him, wishing this feeling never had to end.
âFuck that was a lot,â Jake mutters to himself. You feel him spilling out of you even with his cock still stuffed inside of you. You chance a look back at your boyfriend and marvel at the sight of him; wavy hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, his eyes fluttering slightly from bliss and tiredness, and his beautifully plump lips parted slightly as he tries to regain his breath. Itâs a breathtaking sight, and one youâll never truly get used to seeing.
All too soon, Jake slowly pulls himself out of you. The loss of contact from him has you wanting to throw a mini fit, but youâre too tired to fight for it. Plus, itâs not like youâll be feeling this emptiness for long. The likelihood of you being woken up in the middle of the night with your boyfriend between your thighs, lapping up the previous night's leftover reminiscence, is very high. Once is never enough when it comes to Sim Jaeyun.
After a moment, your boyfriend helps you flip over onto your back, nessling himself against your warm body as you try to catch your breath. Your arm wraps around him automatically, holding him as close to your beating heart as you can muster.
Silent minutes pass by. Both of your chests finally fall into a calm and matching rhythmic beat and his skin isnât feeling as hot to the touch as it was moments ago.
With a groan, Jake sits himself up and stretches his arms over his head, letting out a satisfied sigh as he brings them back down.
Turning to you, Jake leans down and presses a light kiss to your forehead, his lips quivering slightly as his body still recovers from the intense orgasm. Wobbling slightly, Jake leaves the bedroom and flicks on the bathroom light, returning in a short minute with a paper towel. Wordlessly, he tilts your chin up with a delicate hand, fingers tracing outlines of your skin as he carefully collects the sweat from your face. And he continues this down your entire body, even opening your legs to gain access so he can clean the cum from between your legs.
He leaves again, probably throwing out the paper towel, obviously. Jake doesnât return empty handed though. Water droplets intertwine between his fingers as the condensation slips from the water bottle he has in hand. He sits down on the bed again, smiling at you softly as he uncaps the water bottle, motioning with his head for you to sit up.
You do as you're told, wincing slightly as you truly get a feel for how sore you are. Everything hurts. The muscles in your legs, your still pulsating clit, your insides, literally everything. You scoot backwards so you can rest against the headboard and reach for the water bottle in Jakeâs hand. He pulls it away, shaking his head as he tells you to open your mouth.
How could you not smile slightly as you tilt your head back, water dribbling down the sides of your chin as your boyfriend giggles next to you, cupping his hand under your face to catch the escaping water, as if that would do anything.
Cheeks full of water and eyes twinkling, you take a moment to look into Jakeâs eyes. Something pangs lovingly deep within your chest as youâre met with the same look of adoration on his own face. Itâs a moment where it feels like time has stopped, the world spinning by as you two live comfortably in your own little world.
Jake sighs as he tilts his head, a sweet innocent smile painted on his face while his shoulders relaxe, still holding your gaze. âI love you.â
All you can do to keep yourself from getting too teary eyed is jut out your bottom lip and hold out your arms to him. Jake smiles again and crawls towards you, the water bottle now resting on the nightstand, his head finding solace on your chest while the rest of his body sits like a weighted blanket between your legs.
Like magnets, your fingers instantly go to his hair, softly running along his scalp while lightly tugging on the wavy strands. Jake sighs with relief and you just know his eyes are already closed. His arms wrap around your waist, squeezing slightly as he buries his face upward to rest in the crook of your neck.
âI love you too,â you whisper back followed by a gentle kiss to the top of his head. You feel his lips brush against your neck in a lazy and comforting reply.
Your hands move lower, massaging the muscles of his back as you both go back and forth mumbling and murmuring about how you appreciate each other. The horrid day long forgotten as you lay peacefully within each otherâs arms, knowing no matter what tomorrow or any future day may bring, youâll always have a safe home with one another.
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â in which you and your fuck buddy pretend to date, which totally wonât lead to feelings at all, right?
content / warnings. toxic college settings. explicit smut. MINORS DNI. choking. exhibitionism. fingering. making out. masturbation. voyeurism. toxic characters. reverse cowgirl riding. implied dub-con. friends with benefits. fake dating. unedited.
dedicated to @kyriaan
The sixth beep of your phone that cursed morning had you shuffling around your bag for the device, fishing it out and muting it with exasperation. To no oneâs surprise, he was the sole topic again. Oikawa this and Oikawa that â how heâd be such a great boyfriend to you and your friends could also go on dates with his equally charismatic friends; you were tired of hearing the same thing over and over again.
âFunny seeing you here,â a bored voice drawled out, the scraping of a chair against the floor snapping you to your senses. âNever in my whole life did I imagine Iâd find you hiding in a library of all places â are you reading Freud? His theories are shit. Theyâre not even scientifically proven.â
You raised a brow at Suna Rintaro, your not-so friend friend.
You and Rintaro had a strict friends with benefits relationship.
It started with meeting at a party once when you needed a release from the stress of finals, you made out on the crowded dance floor and found yourselves tangled in the sheets with barely any memory of the night before. The rest was history. Soon, you ran into him more often than youâd expected, and it wasnât long before you added his name into speed dial.
Funnily enough, you werenât that close to him.
You either knew everything about him or knew little to nothing. Most of the time you spent with Rintaro would be when you two were drunk out of your minds, bodies too occupied with moving against one another that âgetting to know each otherâ had never been a thing.
For some reason, however, Rintaro was someone you could trust with your whole heart. You just wouldnât date him because you werenât looking for a relationship, and neither was he.
Both of you loved the arrangement you had now.
âWhy do you know so much about Freud? I just randomly picked up this book.â
Rintaro shrugged, ââHooked up with a girl in Psychology once; she was pretty hot, but youâre still my favourite,â winking, he chewed on his gum before snatching the book away from you.
A protest nearly fell from your mouth when a mop of wavy, dark hair sauntered inside the library, taking long, confident strides as he chatted with Iwaizumi. Eyes widening, you ducked your head behind Suna, desperately clutching the hoodie clad on his stiff back.
Rintaro glanced downwards at you, âYouâre hiding like you murdered somebodyâs pet. Should I be worried or should I help you in hiding someoneâs body?â
âLiterally shut up. Oikawa is right there.â
âOikawa... Tooru?â following your line of sight, Rintaroâs back slouched at the same time his lips curled into a mischievous smile. You could tell he was stifling his laughter; the vibrations of his back spoke enough of his urge to betray you. âOh, heâs looking here. At you, I might say â care to explain?â
âI have nothing to explain to you. Weâre not even friends.â
âOuch,â Rintaro clutched at his chest, âThat hurt. Werenât you at my dorm like five nights in a row last week? You didnât want me to leave the bed either. I thought we had something special!â
âSuna Rintaro, I am not fucking around with you. Shut up. I swear if Oikawa walks here, Iâm never talking to you again.â
As if to prove a point, you plopped until your upper body squished against his back and the chair, cheeks puffing out in frustration as Rintaro sighed. âOkay, you donât have to explain anything to me, but come on. Youâre using me as a human shield and I have zero context on whatâs going on,â he tapped your thigh, head slightly tilted to the side with a wary eye out for Oikawa. âListen, if heâs bothering you, I could deal with it. He looks like the type of guy who doesnât know what ânoâ means so if thatâs the case, stop hiding. I can help you with it. Just tell me whatâs wrong.â
Your grip on his hoodie listened. Peering up from the bottom of your lashes, you nervously licked your lips. âWait... you mean that? Youâll really help me?â
âYeah! You send me nudes that motivate me to ace my exams so this is the least I could do.â
âYou just have to make everything sexual, donât you?â you rolled your eyes and ignored Rintaroâs shameless smile. Scanning the room, you glared at Oikawaâs direction before sitting up and gluing yourself to Rintaroâs hip, whose brow raised but said nothing otherwise. âOkay, so the thing is... my friends may or may not have set me up with Oikawa. They kind of gave him false hope Iâm really into him â which I never will be because he has a shitty personality â but heâs not having any of it. He insisted I should go with him on just one date, and if I still donât change my mind about him, then he wonât push further. Otherwise, he really doesnât take no for an answer. Heâs everywhere that I ended up blurting out I was already dating someone.â
Rintaro rested his chin on his palm. âThatâs a lot of information to take in,â he mused, âSo... you need help in finding a fake boyfriend, is that it?â
âAbout that,â with guilt written all over your face, you scratched the back of your neck and chuckled, making sure to avoid eye contact the entire time. âYou were the first one to come to mind so I told him I was dating the middle blocker from his team. The uhm, guy who stays up until three am fighting in Twitter threads.â
Rintaroâs jaw dropped. âNo way,â he clicked his tongue, hands coming up to ball beside your cheeks as he fought the desire to squeeze your cheeks. Meanwhile, you blinked at him innocently, lower lip jutted out in hopes youâd appease him â which more or less worked as he slumped in his seat. âI canât believe you dragged me into this.â
âI didnât have a choice!â
âYou did and you chose to date me!â Rintaro hissed under his breath, âJeez, if you wanted us to be official, you couldâve said so. I wouldâve thought about it,â exhaling through his nose, Rintaro pushed his hair back, his head too much of a mess to notice you getting flustered. âFine. Iâll be your fake boyfriend, but donât you dare fall in love with me. Our condition when we started sleeping together was that weâre limited to casual relationships only. I like our arrangement already, and you mean a lot to me as a friend so I donât want to lose you, alright? Whatever weâre doing, itâs all going to be an act.â
âDeal,â you shook his hand, face lighting up at how it didnât take much to convince him. âNow go to the party with me tonight. Weâll show Oikawa why he canât have me.â
The sight of bodies grinding onto another and music blaring through the speakers werenât new to you and Rintaro. Youâd both seen the same scene a thousand times before, having been part of that crowd at one point. Yet, tonight felt different from rest. The music felt muted as you walked through the door with Rintaroâs hand down on your waist, the stench of alcohol and sex overpowered by the musky perfume your fake boyfriend wore.
You couldnât think clear around him.
You tried to blame it on the jitters that set your nerves on fire, anxiety pooling in your stomach at the thought Oikawa made it clear he wanted to see you tonight.
Of course, you werenât stupid. Knowing the guy infamous for his reputation for sleeping around and changing partners like they were his clothes, he wouldnât give up once he had his eyes set on someone. It just so happened that unfortunate person had to be you.
âRelax,â Rintaro breathed into your ear, pulling you closer by the hip when you weaved through the people nearly fucking on the floor. The sudden gesture had you jolting for a split second. Blinking, Rintaroâs reassuring smile greeted you with a tinge of amusement, his gaze tracing down your nails forming crescent moons on his arm. âDo you really have to cling to me all night?â
âWeâre supposed to be a couple madly in love, remember?â you reminded with a bounce of your heel, surveying the throng of people milling in and out of the frat house in search of Oikawa. Â âYou should kiss me too as soon as we see him. Then heâll stop bothering me and we can be over with this fiasco.â
âAsking just in case, but how should I kiss you? Like a peck?â
âKiss me like you want the whole world to know Iâm yours,â you said nonchalantly, not thinking too much of it since this was supposed to be an act. Until a horde of loud males started cheering as soon as they entered the room, the crowd welcoming Oikawa and his friends warmly when Rintaro suddenly grabbed you by the wrist, twisting you to face him. The last thing you saw before Rintaro tilted his head to the side to press his lips to yours was the look of utter horror on Oikawaâs face.
Although, honestly, who cared? Rintaro tasted like beer and strawberries, his musky scent clouding your senses that your eyes closed in response.
Knees weakening, you grabbed onto Rintaroâs shoulders to steady yourself, gasping into his greedy lips when you felt him squeeze your hip possessively. You groaned into the kiss, your hands running up to play with the ends of his hair as Rintaroâs back hit the wall, his bent leg trapped between your thighs. He quickly took the chance and nudged his knee on your clothed pussy. Your skirt grazed against your sensitive core that you attempted to pull away to breathe, but Rintaro wasnât having any of it.
Smirking beneath you, Rintaro hooked a finger into the chains dangling from your skirt and pulled you flush against him. You had no time to react before he was pushing a tongue past your lips. Warm, wet muscles danced against each other as Rintaro memorized the taste of you the same way you did for him â not a single care about air anymore when he made those low, deep whimpers setting fire to your loins.
But just as soon as you leaned in for more, his hair tugged backward to deepen the kiss, Rintaro pulled away. âThatâs how Iâd kiss you if I were your boyfriend,â he declared, pads of his thumb swiping against his moist lip swollen from the little nips you gave him â the look of pleasure and satisfaction displayed all over his handsome face that told you how much he enjoyed your needy whines.
You gaped at him, your skin burning from being edged.
Rintaro flicked you on the forehead. âDonât look at me like that. You asked me to kiss like I wanted to let the world know your mine, and he was looking. Besides, we need to show someone who you belong to, right?â pushing his weight off the wall, Rintaro lightly bit your earlobe as you breathed hard, his sharp, cold gaze focused on a flushed red Oikawa standing across the room. âI have a better idea if youâre up for it.â
Arms crossed against your chest, you wrapped your arms around his waist in faux affection, when in reality you only needed to hear what he said through the loud music. âWhat do you have in mind?â The smirk on Rintaroâs face was as loud as a warning siren.
âTurn around.â
Even if you didnât want to, Rintaro wasnât asking. He spun you around by the shoulders, your back flushed against his chest when you felt his knee nudge between your legs once more. His fingers calloused from playing volleyball snaked past your thigh and dangerously close to your heated pussy. âThis is what I had in mind,â he whispered, his voice sending tingles straight down your spine. âLetâs burn that pretty face of yours into his head. Show him what he canât have.â
Your dignity told you to say no. To be fingered in public like this was less than ideal, even more so when your lace panties dangerously flashed into view. Yet, you found yourself arching your back to retaliate.
Ass nudging against Rintaroâs hardening cock, you smirked upon hearing his low groans. One palm cupped your ass as a warning before he playfully snapped your underwear against your thigh, a wince painting your half fucked out features from the sting. Glancing at him from the side, you sneered, about to protest when he wiggled his free hand and cupped your pussy.
Your mouth hung open.
Oikawaâs drink fell from his hands. No longer was he paying any attention to his friends, rather on the way you keened and your tongue threatening to loll out your lips the moment Rintaroâs thumb flicked your clit.
âYouâre such a naughty slut. Who knew you were into this?â
âHeâs watching, Rintaro,â you whimpered, gripping at his wrist like he wasnât knuckle deep in your pants already. âSomeone could see and think weâreââ
âThatâs the point,â lowering his mouth onto your neck, you gasped at his teeth sinking down on the skin. Behind you, you could hear the hand on your ass disappear at the sounds of a belt unbuckling, fuelling your imagination to both the best and worst scenarios. Rintaro wasnât far behind in his surprise as were you; you never expected youâd enjoy giving someone a show either, much less cum on the spot the second Rintaroâs cock slipped inside you. âAw, fuck, did you just come undone for me? I havenât even done anything yet.â
You shook your head, palms slippery with sweat as you held onto his slick hands squeezing your waist. The music was no longer audible from the pounding of your heart. Hell, you could barely feel your legs when Rintaro mumbled something incoherent around you before he guided your connected bodies onto a nearby couch.
Plopping down with your weight on top of him, you held onto his knees for dear life. Rintaro settled on the leather couch occupied by a stoned student laughing by himself, the latterâs chuckles halting when he was greeted by the sight of your hazy eyes and pants falling from your mouth. Meanwhile, Rintaro rested his arms on the back of his head. He didnât have to lift a finger, much less give a command for you to know he wanted you to ride him right here â if you looked straight across, Oikawa would be right before you a few feet away, his frown deeply engraved into his face.
âRin, I...â
He sat up in a flash at the hesitance in your voice, warm hands wrapping around your waist protectively. It took you a second to realize he hid his nestled cock from everyoneâs prying eyes in case you werenât comfortable, but the gesture did nothing but make you clench around him harder â both from the anxiety and anticipation.
Youâd never admit it out loud, but you wanted people to watch. You wanted him to see Rintaro had total control over your body, no matter how humiliating the situation might be.
âDo you want us to stop? Should we go somewhere else?â
You didnât answer with words. Instead, you bent your legs to rest beside his thighs, fingers looping around the ones hooked under your breast to steady yourself before you lifted your hips, then slammed back down. Again and again, until sweat dripped from your head to your jaw, you kept eye contact with a red-faced Oikawa. All the while as you bounced on Rintaroâs dick and threw your head back, laughing with your whole chest at the lights spinning from the ceiling since it reminded you of the seventh heaven you were in.
Rintaro let you go at your own pace, his grunts and garbled utterances of your name blending with the party wilding from the background. You could feel him twitching inside of you. His cock bumped and grazed your walls until the tip kissed a particular sensitive spot that had you losing your balance for a moment, nails digging into his ripped jeans to catch your breath.
âGoddamn,â Rintaro cursed, stealing away your ability to breathe with his hand snaking into your neck. âYou dirty fucking slut, getting off to acting like a whore in front of the whole campus, huh? Go on. Show them how youâre such a whore for my cock.â
You couldnât swallow down your words.
Rintaroâs grip on your neck had you on a literal chokehold, strong enough to deprive you of air and tighten around him, but not to a point you felt lightheaded. If anything, the power he displayed only fuelled you to ride him harder. Drawing figure eights with your hip, you could feel drool smearing your lipstick as the red stains smudged against Rintaroâs palm, the sound of slick and skin slapping against skin like music to your ears.
Only Rintaro could ever make you feel this way.
From the night youâd met him, each time you fucked would be the best experience of your life. Not once had he failed in bringing you over the edge or experimenting with the most absurd positions youâd never thought of before, and now you were returning the favour.
You rode his cock like it was your last mission. âDeath by cockâ didnât sound like such an unfavourable thing either, not when it meant losing yourself in his thick girth spreading you wide and the lewd sight of your cum sticking to his thighs. His jeans were a mess, but Rintaro never complained. He didnât care then, and he wouldnât care now. Seeing you dirty his clothes, your sweat dampening his shirt and your own cum coating his cock like a rewarding trophy of what felt like the best night of his life â Rintaro didnât give a single fuck about the mess.
âF-Fuck, Rin, Iâm coming!â
Rintaro held your waist, taking over with complete control as he slammed your hips up and down his twitching cock, curses falling back and forth from his mouth. âCum on me,â he ordered. Resting his chin on your shoulders, Rintaroâs other hand twisted your jaw in the direction of Oikawa biting his lip, his hand suspiciously following your movements from under the luminescent lights. âLook at that dirty fucker. Letâs show him what he missed out on, yeah?â
A burst of warmth exploded inside you. You were too stunned to move, thighs burning from the ache that you accepted it with delight before falling back into Rintaroâs chest. âThat was the best fuck of my life,â you admitted through lidded eyes, âBut weâre fucked tomorrow. The whole campus is going to talk about us.â
âLet them.â
Post-nut clarity hit you hard like a truck.
Albeit expecting the rumours and looks youâd be getting the next day, the blatant impressed stares mixed with some envious ones never got easier by the end of classes. Everywhere you went, people would be whispering. But like Rintaro always used to say each time you cried to him, thereâd be light at the end of the tunnel, because the best part of it all that made everything worth it?
Oikawa avoided you like the plague. Not because he was appalled of what heâd witnessed and what heâd done, but rather word spread out how heâd been rejected.
For the first time in his life, Oikawa Tooru felt humiliation, at the hands of his own teammate, no less â something Rintaro took pride in when you crashed by his room that night.
âYou shouldâve seen the look on his face. It was priceless,â he snickered while scrolling through the phone, about to comment when the door swung open, revealing a carbon copy replica of Rintaro. In female version.
Rintaro quickly shot out of bed and threw a blanket over your head, stalking to the girl standing with her mouth hanging ajar at the door. âWhat are you doing here? I thought you guys wouldnât be home until the weekend. Plus, howâd the fuck you get inside the dorms? Youâre not supposed to be here, Remi.â
Remi ignored him. âAre you hiding your girlfriend? Mom needs to know about this, sheâd love to meet her!â
That was how you found yourself stuck to Rintaro in a cramped booth with his family not an hour later. You awkwardly picked at your food, stealing glances at an equally silent Rintaro while his younger sister, Remi, kept babbling about how her brother hid a girlfriend this whole time. His family went out of town for business for a while, but since they got home earlier, they decided to surprise Rintaro with a visit.
He sure was surprised, and so were you since they hadnât stopped calling you âdearâ ever since.
His parents were nice â they warmly welcomed you and even invited you to have dinner with them sometime at their house. Mrs. Suna would whip up a meal to welcome you as part of their family, saying that you should consider it a thanks for making their son smile. Remi was the most excited out of all them. Sheâd been wanting an older sister for a while now, and she hadnât stopped clinging onto your arm the whole time until her parents forcefully snatched her away when it was time go back home.
The entire walk back to the dorms felt suffocating.
None of you spoke a word, not until you arrived at your building and Rintaro shoved his hands down his pockets, swinging back and forth on his feet. âSo... are you free this Friday? You should come have dinner with us.â
âYouâre seriously asking me that?â
âWhy not? Youâre invited. Donât be rude and not go.â
âItâs not being rude, Rintaro, youâre asking me to lie to your parents,â you snapped, halting in your tracks to stare at him in disbelief. âThey adored me all because they think Iâm dating you, but weâre not the least bit close to that. We just fuck and call it day, maybe hang out when weâre bored, but we donât know each other at all. And werenât you the one who told me that we canât be more than just fuck buddies?â
Rintaro rolled his eyes. âYouâre right, but I agreed to pretend to be your boyfriend to push Oikawa away. Now do me a favour and keep up with the fake girlfriend thing. My parents will be devastated if I tell them weâre not real.â
âI donât want to lie to them!â
âItâs not a big deal! Whyâre you making a mountain out of everything? So because the deal on my side doesnât require fucking, youâll back out just like that?â
Your mouth hung open in shock. âItâs because I donât want to be your fake girlfriend, Rintaro, I want to date you for real!â you blurted out, eyes widening at the same time Rintaroâs cheeks flushed. Realizing what you just said, you inwardly regretted it with a grimace. âIâm sorry. You said we canât be more than that and I know I just ruined our friendship, but Iâm really sorry. I canât bring myself to lie to your family like that, and I donât want to lie about my feelings either,â hanging your head down low, you bit the insides of your cheeks. No matter what you said, you couldnât take it back anymore.
âRintaro, I like you. You make me happy and I want to do the same for you, but I understand if weâre done now. It was nice to have met you.â
Without waiting for his response, you ran back into the building when a hand wrapped around your wrist. You stared at the long fingers and to the arm connected to it, heart sinking into your chest when you came face to face with Rintaroâs handsome face.
âYou didnât even give me a chance to speak.â
âIâm sure you donât want to be near me, Rintaro.â
Rintaro sniffed, averting the intensity of your gaze and shrugging his shoulders shly. âOn the contrary... Iâd like to spend every waking minute with you,â he mumbled so soft that you wouldnât have heard it if you didnât listen hard enough, but you did, and you were left gaping at him with warmth spreading through your skin. You stood there, watching as Rintaro laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head. âSorry if I said that a little too late, but yes. Iâd like to be your real boyfriend. Then I can fuck you exclusively because I donât think I like the idea of you riding other people like that.â
You swatted his arm away with a laugh. âThatâs the reason you want to date me?â
âThereâs other reasons too like how I love talking to you and I want to get to know you more,â he cupped your face, grinning when his palms felt the warmth emanating from your skin. âAnd also, I want to do this more with you.â
Leaning down, Rintaro kissed you under the flickering lights of your hallway, the both of your lips stretching into a smile. In a way, you were thankful your friends tried setting you up with someone else, because if youâd known it would lead you to realizing your feelings for Rintaro, you wouldâve asked him to date you a little earlier.
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pairing: contractor!joel miller x f!reader
genre: no outbreak au, modern au, explicit smut, minors dni
word count: 3k
summary: joel is used to asshole clients, and when one of them calls him an old man and basically demands him to finish his girlfriend's kitchen in time, he expects you to be the same. But you're the opposite. when he learns how you've been treated, he comes up with a plan to get back at your boyfriend.
warnings: hints of reader being in a toxic relationship, age gap, daddy kink, piv, dirty talk , revenge sex and filming it, infidelity (reader cheating on her bf), praise kink
a/n: This was completely spontaneous, normally I was going to finish one of the haunted hoedown entries but I saw a ⨠s p i c y ⨠video and instantly got up to write this because that video was something else I tell you. Sucks that they don't credit those things on twitter so I can find more of the guy he was also older hence the age gap fgbgfbf
thank you to @johnwatsn for beta'ing this (and sorry for all the typos lmaodfbfg) and thank you to @pedrorascal for the stunning gif đ
âIâm not paying extra if you do overtime, old man. You said a week and youâll finish in a week. I donât care if your knees hurt or you have a heart attack in the middle of hammering a nailâyou finish my girlfriendâs kitchen in time. Got it?â Â
Joel had a lot of unpleasant customers. John was just one of many but his comment had stuck with him. And it wasnât the rude comments or the tone that basically told Joel that John thought of him as dog shit; no, it was none of that. It was the old man that had bugged him. The hissed comment of his age slithering under his skin and agitating his body.Â
Joel knew that it only bothered him because it was true. He was an old man. His daughter in her last year of college, doing her absolute best and growing while he was getting old. His skin creasing at the eyes every time he laughed and his hair more salt than pepper.Â
The thoughts continuing to swirl in his head, with a sigh, he knocks on the door of Johnâs girlfriend, expecting a woman as equally as unpleasant and demanding.Â
Youâre far from what he expected. Your smile is bright, your eyes kind and lips looking soft and shiny. Joel has trouble gathering himself when you extend a hand, not a care in the world. His eyes drop to where your sweetheart neckline pushes your breasts together, slightly spilling over the fabric. His mouth goes dry, cock twitching under the denim.Â
Guess some parts of him didnât get the memo that he was an old man now.Â
âJoel, right?â you ask, voice unsure and timid. Your eyes gradually take in the height of him, moving to explore the broadness of his shoulders and stopping at his eyes. âJohn mentioned you.âÂ
Joelâs stomach suddenly turns sour, itâs enough for him to snap out of the sudden lustful gaze he found himself in. He grabs your hand, giving it a firm squeeze. âThatâs right. Joel Miller at your service, maâam.âÂ
He might be imagining it, but he swears your breath hitches just a little when he takes your hand.Â
âHow chivalrous,â you smile and move to the side. âCome on in, Mr. Miller.âÂ
âJoel is just fine,â he grunts, reminded of the old-age comment. How young were you, he wonders. Late twenties, early thirties? He has no idea. Heâs also not sure if he wants to know.Â
You close the door behind him and nod, âAlright then Joel,â you step in front of him, walking towards what he assumes is the kitchen. Joel dutifully follows. âIâm sure John told you about what needs to be done, so hopefully you donât have any questions.âÂ
He raises an eyebrow at that, confusion swirling in his expression. You donât turn to look at him, entering the kitchen, you continue, âI had something else in mind originally but he told me to trust him so... I guess thatâs what Iâm doing now.âÂ
âThat donât sound right,â Joel mumbles. He gives the area a once over, he sees a lot of pink, clean, and polished furniture. The windows are large, allowing the sun to bathe everything within. He vaguely remembers John mentioning a dark, minimalist look but he wasnât really listening at the time. âIsnât this your kitchen?âÂ
Your shoulders raise at his question and you finally turn to face him, kind eyes now tainted with a hint of sadness, âItâs going to be our kitchen soon. He probably thinks itâs too girly.âÂ
âThatâs no reason to leave you out of the design process,â Joel answers, taking a step closer. You smile helplessly with a shrug, your eyes dropping to his lips before averting them. His pulse races, something wicked forming in his head. He stops an inch away from you, a mere breeze wouldâve been enough for your bodies to touch but he keeps still and so do you. Youâre flustered, he can tell. âYou wanna tell me what you had in mind?âÂ
Your eyes briefly go wide, something like shame crossing your face but the expression is quickly replaced by understanding, âOh the design,â you murmur, voice barely a whisper. âI honestly wouldâve loved some more counter room since I love to bake.âÂ
âWell, youâre in luck darlinâ because I donât remember much of the details your boyfriend gave me,â he smiles when your brows furrow with confusion. âMeaninâ you have to lead me with the design.âÂ
He swears your smile is the brightest damn thing heâs seen in a long while.Â
Itâs the last day of the constructions in your kitchen but youâre not thinking of the new kitchen counter or the new cupboard, all youâre thinking of is Joelâs proposition, and how you were soaked with just the mere thought of it.Â
You and Joel had grown close during the time he fixed up your kitchen. Surprisingly, you actually went with the design you initially wanted and not the one John had in mind. You knew it would lead to a fight and some part of you was gladâJohn was meant to be perfect but it was only on paper. He was a dream boat when in public and amongst friends, but alone? Not a chance. He belittled you, hated almost all your hobbies and always made unnecessary comments on what you looked like.Â
Despite yourself, you had blabbed all of that to Joel. He made you feel safe, and the fact that he was very pleasant to look at helped. He didnât say much but you could tell that he was livid, which secretly made you pleased. It was good to see that how John treated you wasnât actually the norm.Â
You loved watching him work. The way sweat would slide all the way down to his neck and how his muscles would tense, straining the fabric of his shirt.Â
He told you about how John had treated him, confessed he thought you would be the same. Your insides had boiled with anger. You apologized profusely and he just shook it off, saying it wasnât your fault.Â
Then the kiss had happened.Â
It had happened on a particularly bad day. You were upset, filled with negative emotions to the brim and all you wanted was unconditional comfort. You kissed him, he didnât stop you until your hand reached for his belt.Â
âI wanna show that asshole how amazinâ you are,â he had said. âWill you let me?âÂ
At the time you hadnât known what he meant by that.Â
But now you do.Â
âLook into the camera, sweetheart,â he murmurs, mouth pressed against your ear. You shudder, your bare body feeling good against his, like you were made for him. Your pussy throbs and drools all over his cock that slides agonizingly slow between your folds. You try to do as he says but itâs just too hard when your eyes are constantly on the brink of rolling back into your skull. He drags his lips down your neck as his large hands knead your breasts, your nipples achingly hard. âDonât make me say it again, honey. Donât make me be mean when youâre such a good girl.âÂ
âOh, fuckââ your body shudders, lashes fluttering as you stare right into the camera with a lost expression. You see yourself, Joel right behind you. You donât know how but he looks even taller while his body splays over yours, bending you over. He presses his palm over your forehead, forcing the arch of your back. Your inner thighs are soaked, his cock moving between your legs. You see the flash of the glistening head every time he rocks himself forward.Â
He looks into the camera and your entire body clenches with want, âLook at that,â he hums, laving your neck in open-mouthed wet kisses. âYour girlfriend already going stupid with my cock. Not so bad for an old man huh?âÂ
Joelâs lips stretch menacingly, eyes shining with amusement. Letting go of your forehead, he pushes both your tits closer to the camera, thumbs moving over the pebbled flesh. You moan loudly and your legs quiver.Â
âSweet thing over here tells me you donât let her ride youâI thought you were a dumbass before but now I think youâre a downright moron. Fuckinâ hell, who wouldnât want such an eager thing jumpinâ up and down his cock.âÂ
You whimper, eyes going teary. Your heart races wildly in your chest. âJâJoel, please. . .âÂ
âHear that, John,â he growls, the tremble of each word reverberating into your skin. âSheâs begginâ for my cock. Ainât that right, darlinâ?âÂ
You nod but itâs not enough for him, not enough for Joel. âDonât be shy now, tell him. He ever got you this wet?âÂ
âN-No,â you breathe out and maniacally shake your head. âN-Never.âÂ
âPoor thing,â he clicks his tongue. âPoor poor thing. Donât worry, daddyâs got you now. Doesnât he?âÂ
âYes,â you slur, pushing back your hips. âFuck me, fuck meâFuck me, daddy, please.âÂ
âSay it again,â his teeth sink into your skin. âOne more and Iâll fuck you.âÂ
âDaddy,â you moan, eyes rolling back. âDaddy, need you, need your cock. Fuck me, please.âÂ
He hums in satisfaction, âWell, since you asked so darn nicely,â Joel kisses your temple and his lips move over your skin as he speaks to the camera, âLooks like sheâs my girl now, my good girl.âÂ
When he buries himself into you, inch by inch, your jaw goes slack and your nipples go tight. You forget about the camera, about John whoâll see this. You only think of him. He stretches you to your very limit, his cock thick and hard. It takes you everything not to move your hips. You want Joel to tell you what to do. You want him to fuck you so good that your mind will go blank as you start bouncing on his cock. His one hand grips your waist firmly as the other remains underneath your breast, the sensitive flesh spilling over his hand while holding you.Â
âHow does it feel?â he murmurs into your ear, his cruel teasing from earlier gone.Â
âGood,â you whimper, squeezing him tight. âSo fucking good, the biggest Iâve ever had.âÂ
âFuck, darlinâ,â he kisses the skin behind your ear. âSuch a filthy mouth on such an innocent lookinâ girl. You were wasted on that jackass.âÂ
He knocks the air from your lungs before you can answer. The drag of his cock like lightning searing your skin. He fucks you hard, almost angrily, but you know itâs not directed at you. Never at you. The smack of his balls against your ass fills the bedroom, and youâre positive the phone is recording every wet, filthy sound. It doesnât take much for Joel to reduce you into a withering mess, every word forgotten, his hips relentless as he fucks deeper and deeper into you.Â
Then suddenly youâre tilting back, his arm an anchor around your stomach as you find yourself between his thighs sitting on his lap. Your eyes move to the screen, you look perfect between his legs, the muscles tensing and flexing as he grinds his hips. Your skin pleasantly burns.Â
âCome on, sweetheart, show him what heâs been missinâ out on.âÂ
Joel leans back, palm planted firmly on your mattress with pretty pink flowers that John hates.Â
Your body takes control, your brain swimming in a fog of lust and pleasure. You grip his thick thighs, bracing yourself, you begin to move up and down his cock. He fills you beautifully. His gaze is fixed on the tiny camera, staring directly into it as you try your best to please him. Arousal coils tight in your stomach. Your breasts sway with your every move, your body coating him in shiny slick.Â
âA throne for a princess,â he groans, eyes moving from the camera to your reflection on the screen. Fire burns down your spine. His gaze and presence alone choking the air from your lungs. You twist yourself to get a better look at him, catching his gaze momentarily, you moan wantonly at the sight. Him only sitting, relaxed while youâre breaking down sends jolts of electricity up and down your spine. You sit wholly, grinding down while keeping his cock buried deep inside, searching for that devastating spot inside you.Â
The world around you becomes a bright white when you do.Â
Your ears start ringing, and you begin to shake, legs clamp together as you shudder around the length of him. A choked sound between laughter and bewilderment tears from your throat. Your body moves of its own accord now, helplessly bouncing on his cock, the bulbous head grazing against a certain spot that just makes you want more and more and moreâ
âYes yes yes yes,â you chant. Joelâs head disappears from view everytime you move up. You hear his moans, they become louder and louder, his southern drawl becoming prominent the more fucked out he gets.Â
His sounds only spur you on, making you ride him harder, sweat beading at your tailbone. Your pussy swallows him hungrily, every inch of him without protest. While youâre absolutely lost on his cock, you notice him tilting his head so heâs in view again. You hold your breath. His mouth parts, the tip of his tongue touching the corner of his lips, he gives the camera a taunting look. Joelâs expression turns into a half smile and he wraps his arms around you. One going over right above your breasts and the other around your stomach. His hand cups the side of your neck. He drags his mouth down and up your cheek.Â
âCome on, pretty girl,â he rasps, kissing you. You look to the camera, hips slowing but not stopping. âYes, pretty girl, just like that,â another kiss. âLook at that pretty girl getting fucked.âÂ
Joel squeezes your breast as his arm comes down, both of them now tight around your stomach. You feel him pulsing deep inside you. His voice is thick with arousal. âLook how beautiful you are on my dick. Donât you agree, sweetheart?âÂ
You nod and grind against him, loving how deep he feels. He kisses your neck, tongue tracing shapes into your skin as both his hands come up to your tits and squeezes them, the plump flesh spilling from between his knuckles. His lips move down your shoulder and back up your neck, following the same path over and over again, decorating it with slow kisses.Â
Joel gives the camera one last look before disappearing behind you, fingers sprawled over your stomach and down between your legs. You feel the rough hairs between your shoulder blades first, then the softness of his lips follows through. Your eyes flutter closed and your head falls back, his mouth is so goddamn soft, the skin tingling and burning at the same time.Â
His hips snap up, and with the sudden movement, a fresh wave of wetness coats his cock. You lean forward, face closer to the camera, while he lays back, watching hungirly at the way your ass moves.Â
âYeah, just like that,â he groans, smacking both your asscheeks simultaneously.Â
Then before you know it heâs moving, pressing you fully over the table in front of you, the phone shaking as he begins to hammer into you. You canât even see what you look like anymore, your head dropping, you cry out his name. If it wasnât for his hands on your hips, you wouldâve collapsed to the ground.Â
âThatâs it, come on my cock,â he nips at your shoulders. âFuck, youâre so fucking wetâcan you hear that? Can you hear how fuckinâ soaked your girlfriend is on an old manâs cock?âÂ
It takes you a second to realize heâs not talking to you, but the camera. You flutter around him, squeezing him tight enough that he moans, hips slowing. âDaddy,â you gasp. And with that, you finally let go, cunt gushing around him, coating him with slick. Joel peppers your back with soft, quick kisses, whispering praise between every kiss.Â
âThatâs it, sweetheart, bet you never came that hard before. Good girlâmy good fuckinâ girl, wettinâ my cock so well.âÂ
You tighten and gush around him a second time, you swear by how hard youâre clenching your insides most likely have taken the shape of him.Â
âWhere do you want me?â he whispers into your skin. Words coming muffled and hoarse, dripping slow like molasses. You push back against him, looking into the camera with a small smile.Â
âInside me, daddy, please.âÂ
âOh shitââ he picks up the pace, the thrust of his hips sloppy and needy. âShit shit shitâso fuckinâ perfect, so good for allowinâ this old man to wreck her goodâSo good for tellinâ me to fill her upâfuckââÂ
Youâre blindsided by how honest he suddenly is, the rasp of his voice going straight between your legs. His hips stutter and Joel comes with a loud, thick moan, spilling into you. You moan right alongside him. He continues to rock into you with shallow thrusts, laying kisses on every patch of skin his lips can reach.Â
While youâre lost in complete bliss, he reaches around you and grabs the phone, stopping the recording before collapsing back to the bed, pulling you along with him.Â
âYou feel so good,â he says, cock softening inside. You feel his come trickling down from between your thighs and shiver.Â
âYou feel good too,â you say, wrapping your arms around him and covering his lips with your own. âI donât think Iâve ever come that hard.âÂ
âGuess this old man still has some tricks up his sleeve,â he chuckles weakly and you press another kiss, this time on his cheek. âWe donât have to by the way.âÂ
âDonât have to what?âÂ
âSend the video.âÂ
You stare at the phone for a second, brows furrowed as you think. Then with a quick shrug, you turn back to him. âNah, let him see it. I couldâve forgiven how he treated me but not you.âÂ
He clicks his tongue with disapproval, âYou shouldnât forgive him for how he treated you either, darlinâ. You deserve better.âÂ
âWell, I guess youâre just going to have to prove it me then,â you smile and with a sudden impulse, boop his nose. He laughs, nipping the pad of your finger.Â
âI guess I will.â Â
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SIMPLE. (astarion ancunin x afab!reader)
based upon this request by @leahthesith: you've grown tired of astarion's games of jealousy, and it all comes crashing down one night when he chooses to spoil your fun with shadowheart.
warnings: mentions and allusions to astarion's past, as well as his sexual trauma. biting. lots, and lots, and lots of biting. oral sex ('f' receiving), smut. reader is not explicitly gendered/no pronouns are used. only a brief comparison of a 'schoolgirl crush'. reader has also had almost romantic interactions with several companions. 18+ - minors dni.
wc: 7.4k+
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Thereâs no reason for him to be looking at you like that.Â
No explanation, no justification, no reason for those jewel eyes to be glowering at you from across the tavern. For his fist to wrap around the mug of whatever heâs sipping on for show, pale skin going translucent in the dancing candlelight. For his entire chest having gone still the last several minutes, and for you to be unable to decipher if heâs simply too distracted to bother with the last of what remains of his living instincts or if itâs another instinct all on its own â if heâs holding his breath as he watches your conversation with Shadowheart.
Then again, thereâs no real reason for you to be watching him back.Â
The matter of the fact is that youâre watching him just as closely, just as captivated by his presence from across the room, just to simply notice these things. The stillness in his shoulders and the glint that you swear must be his fangs poking past his lips should not be in your periphery. Your focus, all your attention, should be on the vibrant girl on the stool beside you. The dark beauty whoâs speaking more with her hands than her lips, giggling over yet another glass of wine.Â
âYou know,â she sighs wistfully, and you have to tear your gaze away from where it had wandered towards the vampire currently sulking away from the group, âThe wine here in the city is much better than on the road.âÂ
You hum as you distractedly take a sip from your own glass, tongue immediately peeking out to trace along your bottom lip subconsciously, as if you might be trying to savor the flavor. As if you can even taste the flavor. Your tongue has gone all but numb to the ruby liquid as a very different shade of red has captured your interest.Â
This could be the same wine from the druid party at the beginning of your journey, the party in which you snatched a bottle from the very shadow that is watching your every move, and you wouldnât know the difference.Â
âIt is,â you lie, swirling the red liquid a little bit, an attempt to bring back the taste all over your tongue.Â
And even if she buys your lie, Shadowheart can tell something is off, leaning in just a bit closer, peering at you just a little more concerningly, âIs everything okay? You donât seem yourself.âÂ
You donât feel yourself. You should be feeling much more jubilant. You should be joining in on the same fun everyone else is having, toasting to yet another battle won. The end of it all was so close you could taste it.Â
And yet, you donât. Because heâs in the corner brooding, and with him heâs seemingly taken both your mind and your mood.Â
âItâs been a long day,â Itâs been one long day after another for months, it seems, âI suppose the wine is just making me relax a bit too much.âÂ
That it is. The alcohol has managed to wiggle its way into your bloodstream, heading straight up your spine and to your brain. All your thoughts feather at the edge, and perhaps that was why you were watching Astarion back so intensely.Â
Months of this journey, and you still felt no closer to figuring him out than you had that very first night of discovering his vampirism. Each layer of him that you had peeled back only revealed more confusion to sit with. Some days, you swore you had him entirely figured out. You knew every in and every out of all his wits, and you knew all the steps to the dance in which heâd attempt to draw you into. You could play into whatever design he was spinning between the two of you; you could beat him at his own game.Â
But other days, days like today, you simply couldnât.Â
All his flirtations, all his subtle seductions â you couldnât decipher what was real and what was still for show. For every innuendo heâd whispered into your ear, he shared just as scandalous a comment with another party member. For every seemingly accidental graze of his cold skin against yours, he was attaching himself at the hip of another one of your companions. For all he gave, he would take just as much. Leaving you spinning in the hope of it all; leaving you with a yearning hunger that probably neared the threshold of his own vampiric hunger.Â
You want him. You hate him. He infatuates you. He irritates you. He is both sides of the same coin that has damned you every step along the way of this peculiar journey youâve embarked on together.
âI know what you mean,â Shadowheart brings you back to reality with one swoop of her hair, a careful gathering of the locks to leave a shoulder exposed, âWhat is it that they always say? Wine is the secret ingredient for every bad decision?â
Your eyes trace carefully over her skin, the slope of where her neck meets her collarbone, the residual bruising leftover from the latest fight blooming beautifully over her. A welcome distraction.
âI donât believe Iâve ever heard them say that,â you muse, a smile tugging on your lips, eyes still traveling. Up, up, up.Â
Over the line of her jaw, across the curve of her chin. Pillowy bottom lip and softly rounded nose. Softness â sheâs made up of all soft and delicate features, such a contrast to someone such as Ast-
You must stop thinking about Astarion.
Youâre no longer asking yourself of it, youâre demanding yourself of it. You make a point to move your body and head carefully, positioning yourself just so that the outline of the confusing vampire on your mind is entirely blocked out by Shadowheartâs silhouette.Â
âOh, trust me â they say it all the time,â something simmers beneath Shadowheartâs returning grin, a sparkle in her eyes that should spark some sort of excitement in you. But itâs a hollow ache; youâre still painfully aware that heâs in the room, âSay, would you like to maybe⌠I donât know, get out of here? Iâm sure we could sneak some more of this exquisite wine to the room upstairs, perhaps find somewhere to relax together even more-âÂ
âOh, my dear Shadowheart, donât you know that that would be thievery?âÂ
His voice, so close and sudden, sucks all of the air out of your lungs.Â
âAstarion!â Shadowheart jumps a bit at his sudden appearance, but you hardly move a muscle. As though your body had been expecting him, as if you had always known the night was leading to this outcome, âIâm surprised to see youâve given up your gloomy act to join us all. I thought you might sulk in the corner all night.â
His eyes lock on you, and the facade of his usual self seemingly melts. Thereâs something darker beneath the surface, an animal caged away, and you can see it as it bares its teeth, âNot sulking. Merely observing.âÂ
You canât speak. Your entire chest is still tight, lungs still deflated, by his proximity.Â
âWell, hard to tell the difference when you hide away in the darkness,â Shadowheart manages to get out before her lips press tightly together, clearly irritated at your companion.Â
Sheâd nearly had you. She had been giving you clear signals, doing away with any games of cats and mice, and she had nearly had you.Â
âItâs in my nature, I suppose,â his tone falls flatter than normal, the words void of all the airiness and usual cadence he accentuates.Â
He still has you far more enraptured than sheâd ever stood a chance of accomplishing.Â
âWe were just heading upstairs,â you blurt out, and Astarionâs eyebrows raise at your proclamation.
âIs that so?âÂ
You donât quite understand why, but you feel the need to over explain yourself, painfully aware of Shadowheartâs inquisitive gaze as she watches you fumble with your words, âYes! I- I was just telling Shadowheart how tired Iâve grown. We were just calling it a night-âÂ
âBy stealing a bottle of wine?â his tone is growing sharper, and you squirm beneath what has almost become a glare. In an instant, heâs noticing all that discomfort, and you watch the facade be built back up in real time. Brick by brick, he once again resumes his usual role, voice raising a few octaves and a dangerous smirk returning, âAnd stealing our dearest cleric away from such a wonderful night of celebration? Nonsense! Allow me to accompany you instead, my sweet.â
The nickname rolls off his tongue as naturally as it always does. Sugary syllables, predatory purring. It almost reels you in until you remember the give and the take. The push and the pull.Â
Two sides, same coin. And youâve yet to figure out the value of that coin.Â
âThereâs no need for that-â Shadowheart begins to protest, but Astarion quickly cuts her off with a flourish of his hand.Â
âPlease, I insist,â even with his words lightened, sweetened up the slightest bit, that animal still lingers below the tone. Shadowheart will not be accompanying you up to the room. That much you know. âYou were clearly having such a good time. Itâs truly no problem, I donât mind watching after our fearless leader.âÂ
âI donât need to be babysat,â you snap, reactive like a dog threatened.Â
Like a dog cornered.
Yes, that was what you were. A rapid animal, backed up into a space, given no choice. Your heart was racing at the idea of being alone with Astarion. It was no longer a game of mental chess played across a busy tavern â it would be just you, just him, and all those terrible layers you had yet to decipher. It was a recipe for disaster. It was the perfect storm brewing, set for the destruction of you.
âI wonât be babysitting you, dear,â he smiles, and it looks more like a hungered sneer than a sign of genuinity, âSimply there, at your service, for whatever you may need.
I need you to leave me alone. I need our journey to be over so I can stop being your puppet to string along.
You wonder if the thought may have traveled over the tadpole bond and that was why his face falls, rather than your stubborn silence.Â
For a moment, you think Shadowheart is going to speak up. That possibly, she might just fight back against him, save you from the impending doom. But when her mouth opens, you hear the last possible thing you could have ached to have fallen from her lips.Â
âI⌠suppose Iâll be on my way then. Have a good night.â
Defeat.Â
It wraps around your name as she whispers it before she stands from her stool, unassuming to all your silent signals begging her to stay. Footsteps echoing over the commotion around you as she turns her back, and you feel the walls of this corner drawing in on you.Â
âI-â you start when you finally look back to Astarion, but heâs already reaching out to grab you.Â
âSheâll get over it,â he says harshly, pulling you along as if you were nothing. As though you werenât digging your heels into the creaking floorboards below, as if you werenât resisting him with every fiber of your being.Â
âAstarion- stop, Iâm- Iâm not worried about her,â you stutter out, cursing the way your voice falters, tugging against his grip on you, âGods, why do you do that?âÂ
The question has him halting at the foot of the stairs. The shadows encase the two of you as his eyes glow in the subtle darkness.Â
âDo what?âÂ
âThis.â
You wave your free hand in the space between the two of you wildly, as though that might suffice for explanation. But when Astarion only levels you with a blank stare, you know it wonât. You know it doesnât.Â
âYou pull me along, you push me away,â you continue, heart still racing wildly, breaths coming out short and fast, âYou treat me like something special and then discard me, and the moment I seek out that genuine treatment from someone else, youâre back to collect me as your own personal play toy. I want to know why.â
For all the exasperation you feel, thereâs a pride beneath it all. The pride of being able to articulate, the smugness of assuming youâve left him speechless. You havenât.
Today is not one of the days in which you can beat him at his own game.Â
âI donât know what you mean,â he claims, chin lifting just an inch, eyes flitting towards the ceiling before making their way to the bar scene behind you. Anywhere but you. âIâve done no such thing-â
âBullshit,â you spit out, âBull-fucking-shit. Youâve done it numerous times, Astarion. Do you not recall the night in which Gale had approached me, offering to teach me about the Weave, and how youâd interrupted-â
âOur dearest wizard would have bored you to death. It was a mercy to interject.â
â-or the night of the tiefling party, when Karlach had been on the verge of confessing something that seemed an awful lot like an admittance of liking me-â
âKarlach likes everyone. Have you seen the eyes she makes at Wyll?â
â-And how about the time when Laeâzel openly invited me to share a bed with her, and youâd overheard, and obnoxiously guffawed? Hm? Whatâs your excuse there?âÂ
Finally, his grip has slackened on your wrist, allowing you to pull both arms tightly across your chest as you glare at him. Chest still heaving, mind still reeling.Â
He clearly doesnât have a very good answer as his lips twitch briefly into a pathetic smile, fading quickly as he shrugs, âWell, I simply found the entire image conjured amusing.â
Your heart nearly stops, leaving your chest as empty a cavern as Astarionâs, âYou find the image of someone wanting me, wanting to lay with me, amusing?â
And for all he plays dumb, Astarion is not a fool.Â
He catches the fall in your demeanor, the way your arms slowly drop and your entire face contorts with your frown. Damage has been done.Â
âNo, wait, I-â he tries to begin damage control, but the damage has been done.
âSave it,â you cut him off, âIâm going upstairs now. You can continue on your moping down here in the shadows â I donât need a babysitter.âÂ
He almost looks as defeated as Shadowheart had when heâd intervened for a second, a second just long enough that you begin taking the long strides up the stairs. You think youâve gotten the last word, for that eternity of a second. Making it all the way to the first platform, turning to take on the second set of stairs.Â
When suddenly, your back is flat against the wall behind you, a cold body pressed against the entirety of yours.Â
âI do not find it amusing,â Astarion huffs, those beady eyes suddenly staring right into yours, lips dangerously close to your own. The defeat has been long forgotten, âThe image of you with the others â entranced by Galeâs magic, giggling by the fire with Karlach, on your knees for Laeâzel â is not amusing,â his hands are tight on your hips, bruising grip keeping you pinned with no escape. His body rolls, every inch of his clothed skin beginning to press against your own, âYou, laying with anyone else, is the farthest thing from amusing, darling.â
His head tilts in warning, forehead nearly pressed to yours, the end of his nose bumping against yours. You can feel every unnecessary breath he takes. Every huff of his sudden irritation invades your space, and all you can do is attempt to turn your head.Â
One of his hands is quick to reach up, pinching your chin between his thumb and pointer. You want to look away, but he wonât allow it.Â
âWould you like to know the truth?âÂ
A loaded question. A ticking time bomb when it comes to this game between the two of you.Â
You decide to set the fuse aflame when you nod your stiff head against his pinching grip.Â
âThe truth is,â he takes a deep breath, one you know he doesnât need. Heâs sucking all the air out of the room, air he has no need for, before his heavy eyes pour into yours. Youâre blinded, all visions of red and smoky warning signs, the chatter of the tavern faded to nothing, âthe image of you laying with anyone else absolutely infuriates me.â
Anyone else.Â
Anyone else.Â
Anyone else.
You open your mouth to respond, not even sure what you could possibly say to that, but itâs Astarionâs lips on yours that kills all words on your tongue.Â
There are no witnesses. Not a single soul below can see as he all but devours you, hungry lips melding to yours in desperation. The shadows he had been taunted for haunting for the night now serve as a veil, allowing you to cling to whatâs left of your dignity. If anything, it feels as though he might be controlling the shadows, beckoning them to come and wrap the two of you up as his arm sneaks behind your back, pulling your body tightly to his as he chooses to steal the breath directly from your lungs now.Â
The push, the pull â the coin. The value, it seems, is finally coming to light.Â
Through the kiss, you can feel the damnation of all the emotions Astarion must have been holding back for the journey. All the want, all the yearning, all the anger, all the confusion â every single emotion youâve been battling, breaking the surface as his fangs nip at your bottom lip.Â
It takes more willpower than youâd expected to shove him away.Â
âAstarion-â you gasp out, taking gulps of air into your burning lungs.Â
âTell me to walk away,â he begs, body still aligned with yours, hands still clinging to you, âTell me to leave you alone, and this time, Iâll obey.âÂ
Your tongue canât move. The depths of his whispers, his pleads, are ringing in your bones, and you canât say the words he asks of you.Â
âSay it,â he presses on, his fingers only digging deeper into your hips. You canât tell if theyâve gone numb from the chill of his fingers, or from the lack of circulation due to his strength, âJust say it, and Iâll do it. Say anything. Iâm yours to command.â
You should tell him to walk away. You should call off the game of cat and mouse. You should save whatâs left of your soul for someone else, anyone else, who wonât send your head spinning with a plethora of mixed signals.Â
âRoom. Now.âÂ
Of course, you donât.Â
The game was never one-sided. It was never you, a merciful victim of Astarion, always trapped in his shadows. Itâs a game for two â and youâve earned your blame in it all, the same as Astarion.Â
And you continue to earn it as your hands tangle up in the snowy curls at the nape of his neck, silvery strands slipping between aching knuckles, lips attaching themselves to his porcelain skin as he guides you up that final flight of stairs. Youâre not thinking of Shadowheart, not thinking of anything delicate or soft. Harsh clashes of teeth, harsh bites to rebuttal his fangs against you, harsh fingers digging into soft meat, harsh red lines left behind across his skin that fade away too quickly for your liking.Â
Harsh, harsh, harsh.Â
All your tensions and frustrations are put into the meshing, and you hardly notice once Astarionâs gotten the two of you through the threshold of the shared room. Everyone else is still downstairs, still celebrating, still cheersing and chatting away. Completely unaware of your demise. Oblivious to whatâs about to happen.
Anyone else.
Itâs been a long time coming.Â
You can see flashes of it in your mind as he carries you with him, door locked behind his back before heâs finding one of the vacated beds to lay you down onto. The night youâd discovered his vampiric nature, the night you had been his mirror with his scars, all the times in which heâd blatantly saved your ass during fights. The blurry figure that is your savior, conveniently getting between you and goblins or shadows alike as he buries his daggers to the hilt. Always there, always watching.
Always yearning.Â
Your heads sing in tune as that tadpole connection comes to life, like an exposed nerve as you feel it all reciprocated from him tenfold. Flashes of yourself, with soft eyes and gentle words. Patient palms and charming smiles. A pulling gravity so grandiose that it sparks sheer fear.Â
The room is quiet save for your gasps every time Astarionâs lips leave yours long enough to allow for breathing, the ruffling of clothing and bed sheets filling the air soon enough. Just quiet enough you can hone in on that fear, dig your claws into it instead of his back, focused entirely on following it all the way down.Â
More memories of his overriding yours. His exposure of Cazador, his admittance of his past. All the trust he put into you â all the faith heâd blindly handed over to you on a silver platter, only reminiscing and regretting once he was left to his own devices at the end of the day.
And then came the jealousy.Â
Youâd already felt enough of it through his kisses and movements â the way he pins your body beneath his, the way his fangs graze your exposed neck â but it nearly drowns you once the connection has opened the floodgates.Â
The image of you and Gale, and a twist in your gut like no other. Incomparable to even vampiric hunger.Â
The image of you and Laeâzel, and a burn in the back of your throat that drives you beyond reason.Â
The glimpse of you and Karlach, and the urgency rising in your chest to simply stop it. To pull the brakes, not once considering the consequences.Â
Every small moment between you and someone else â companions, strangers, those who have helped along the way â is given to you from Astarionâs point of view. You feel all that he has felt; you burn as he has burned.Â
You feel a glimmer of understanding, a pitiful ounce of sympathy, but then you remember all that you have felt. All that confusion, all that unsureness. Every time youâve had to question the glances the vampire offers in your direction or double back on his words.Â
Heâd done it to himself. You had to remember that â heâd done it to himself every single step of the way.
âYou could have said something,â you whisper out as his lips travel down the path of your neck, sharp tips of his fangs pressing to your pulse but not quite breaking skin, âYou could have just told me.â
Heâs lithe as a cat above you, each scrap of clothing being removed between the two of you exposing more of your bare flesh to the chill of his. You can feel all those muscles beneath his surface, and you can feel the hesitation as you say this. The freeze â the pause.Â
âYou make it sound so simple.â
The fangs scrape at your jugular as he whispers it, mouth shaking as he uses all his self-constraint to not simply bite down. Taste your sweet blood, let it sing on his tongue rather than this conversation you can tell is setting fire to all his anxieties. He doesnât want to talk.
Youâre not even sure if you want to talk.Â
But you do, with the weight of him between your hips and his hands dancing along your torso. Your head is thrown back as you sigh, âIt could be.â
It could be simple, it could have been simple this entire time, if only heâd allow it.Â
Heâs had you dancing beneath his spell since the moment youâd met him. You had offered yourself over to him, time and time again, knowing all the costs. Despite the warnings from others, and despite all the sirens sounding off in your head every time your eyes had met his, youâd still pined. Still fantasized what this current moment might taste like as youâd lay in your tent at night, still chased after his attention across Faerun. If he had just directly said the word rather than stringing you along, burning in private â you would have been his far sooner than now. He could have had you in the palm of his hands long before heâd ever spotted the Gate of the city.Â
He has you now, though. Entirely encapsulated, bending to every whim of his fingertips. Â
A flick of his wrist, and youâre exposing more of your neck. A nudge of his knee, and youâre arching your back to press more of yourself against him. Offering your skin, offering your soul, offering your blood. A silent temptation for him to simply devour you whole; a silent begging to not complicate things more than what was necessary.Â
You had both been in the wrong. He had sent mixed signals, and you had been complicit in your own silence.Â
And right now, you werenât particularly in the mood to rehash and reassign blame.Â
âShow me how simple it could be,â his voice is muffled against your skin, lips velvet against your pulse. It nearly frustrates you â was that not what you were currently doing? Were you not proving to him just how easily he could unravel you with those cold, cold palms? âGo ahead, darling. Prove me wrong.â
Youâre not the one meant to take an action, though. Your hands fly up, fisting at his white curls, and you apply pressure to let him sink deeper into your skin, but youâre not the one who can break the barrier.
Itâs him that must â his fangs must do it. The first bite, the smallest of sips.Â
Your blood trickles past his lips and you let out a sigh. As if this was what you were waiting for, as if this was all that it took. Your vitality draining slowly to invigorate him, your breath becoming his, your heart now beating for both of you.Â
He must feel it. He must taste it.Â
The simple entanglement of the living and unliving. How simple it was to become his.
You swear you only allow your heart to race as it does to encourage your blood to pump faster onto his eager tongue. He laps at it, hums at the taste, his grip on you becoming stronger with each pass of the ichor. Each passing second with his mouth glued to the side of your neck isnât marked with the tick of a clock, but the roll of his hips, and your own desperate legs shaking in those precious moments between, cursed to choose between tightening shut around his hips or spreading wider to encourage more of him to occupy you.Â
Just as you start to feel light-headed, he pulls back. Wide and vibrant scarlet eyes boring into yours, fangs tinged pink with you poking against his bottom lip.Â
The tadpole connection has gone silent. Not due to either of you cutting it off entirely, but due to the lack of thoughts transpiring. Both your minds have gone quiet, and all thatâs left is the warm buzz of knowing youâre connected. Static that you can feel at the back of your head, running down your spine, all the way to the tips of your fingers and toes.Â
Simple. Mind-numbingly simple.Â
You can feel the spark of something snapping after only a few moments of eye-contact, and you know itâs the ember that blazes within him as his next few actions transpire. Messy kisses leaving behind a trail of pink spit along your skin, hands no longer grappling at you mindlessly but with intention. He slips them between your thighs, a finger trailing down your cunt in time with his tongue down your sternum. What might be a memorized dance to him has become an entirely unknown experience to you, body buzzing with the novelty when his fingertipâs cool caress circles your clit before he slips down to your hole. Itâs seamless â the stretch, the crook of his knuckle against you as he sinks deeper, the relief in the curl of your toes.Â
âYouâre not another mindless dance,â he murmurs as he sinks deeper and lower, an unnecessary breath escaping him across your lower abdomen.Â
Heâd heard it. Heâd heard all of your thoughts at the moment.Â
You peer down at the ethereal sight of him between your thighs, his hair and mouth seemingly shimmering with all the stars and moon itself, âNo?âÂ
âNo,â his voice is strong as he lets the tip of his nose press against you, mouth creeping closer to where two fingers now pump within you, âYouâre not like the others.âÂ
He doesnât elaborate, even as the haunting question of who the others might be echoes within you. He completely distracts you as his fingers slip from your cunt and his tongue begins its work, worshiping you with every flick of it. Nose, tongue, breath â they all work in conglomeration as the unraveling truly begins. Every ounce of you is tensing, combating all the relief of having his mouth on you, as he pushes you closer and closer to a precipice youâve only dreamed of him guiding you to.Â
The suckle of his lips. The cut of his fangs when he gets a bit too excited. The lap of a tongue like a dog worshiping at your altar. Itâs all almost a bit much.Â
When your hands travel to entangle in his hair, you can feel the hesitation. For a moment, you believe he might reach up to take your touch away. Force you to grasp at the bed sheets, at the edge of the mattress, at the frame above your head. Anywhere but him.Â
But he doesnât.
The pause only lasts a few seconds before heâs returning to his mitigations, even more intent than before. Words that could never be spoken between the two of you take the shape of his lips around your clit, sucking almost as hard as he had at your neck. An animal seemingly overtakes him, his mouth not leaving you for the mortal necessity of breathing, but rather for something harsher; he breaks away only for his fingers to slide back within you, and immediately takes to biting at your thighs.Â
It isnât like he had done to your neck. This time, heâs not chasing after your blood. Nips and fuller bites, not just his sharpened canines sinking into fletch but his front teeth as well.Â
These arenât bites to drink from you. These are bites to claim you. Â
He lines your legs with them, scattered sporadically as he shifts himself up and down. From the apex of your thigh down to your ankle, thereâs hardly an inch of your skin that doesnât paint with Astarionâs touch. The bite marks, lingering outlines of his hands clinging to your flesh, patient hickies left throughout.Â
Youâre mine.Â
The message is clear enough whether you had seen it in his actions, or if he had sent it through the bond. You understand well what point he is making.Â
The point stands stronger and stronger when he works his way back up your body. He offers your hips the same worshiping treatment, leaves his imprints across your chest as well. A few marks brand your shoulders and neck, matching the two pricks that started this entire devourment.Â
âDo you have any idea of the hold you have upon me?â he sighs out as he holds himself above your body, hovering just close enough that your skin jumps as the skin of his abdomen brushes your own, âOur entire journey, I have been so focused on⌠on freedom, on abandoning the concept of ever being controlledâŚâ he trails off, and when he looks into your eyes this time, you can see something clicking into place. A fearsome realization. âOnly to end up in the thralls of your beck and call.âÂ
You hold your breath and await the inevitable. This is the part where he runs. Where he removes his flesh from yours, where he jumps across the room and surely spits out some sarcastic remark. Itâs the time in which he is meant to break all the hope that had been built over the minutes spent alone. Heâll make some nonchalant remark, or a crude joke, and heâll go make eyes at some other poor fool below. Heâll cast his spell over someone else, anyone else. Heâll leave you, wanting and yearning and hopeless, once more.Â
His body stays above yours, the thin fabric of space shaking between you two.Â
With a trembling hand, warm against his skin, you take a chance, âIâm not your master, Astarion.âÂ
You arenât.Â
You have no desire to control him the way he describes. You would curse the day should you ever become something even comparable to being a placeholder for Cazador. He isnât telling you anything new; youâve known his end goal of this entire journey. Astarion has always wanted one thing and one thing only â freedom.Â
And you thought youâd been helping him. Following him blindly through the woes, helping him achieve his ultimate goal wholeheartedly. Never for a single second had you assumed the role heâs seemingly given you.Â
A short laugh escapes him, the smallest of smiles flitting his face, âNo. No, you arenât. And that only enthralls me further.âÂ
His lips descend upon yours in a fervent fashion, even more desperate than before. It feels as if heâs actually trying to devour you whole this time â it feels as though he might actually accomplish melding you into his existence, sinking you right into the marrow of his hollow bones.Â
When his cock sinks into your heat, itâs ecstasy. Euphoria. Everything youâve been wishing for. Everything youâd been hoping for. You stretch around him, just as you had his fingers, body eager to take in every last inch of him. The buzz becomes a roar and your entire body feels as though it might be on fire. You want more, you need more, and heâs more than willing to give it.Â
More, more, more.Â
His hips roll agonizingly slow against yours, making sure every movement is felt across every nerve ending within your body. Deep within your gut, down along your thighs, all the way up your chest. You feel him everywhere â he makes sure of it.Â
Centuries, his voice curls through your mind like dark smoke. For centuries, this body has felt tainted. Never quite mine, never quite clean.Â
His hands are shaking as he lets them caress down your sides, over your hips, clinging for support.Â
You take that feeling away.Â
The words are heavy, the press of his chest over you heavier. Your own hands wander, and you make a point to avoid the scars on his back. The ones hardly deciphered, the ones that have tied him to a fate you refuse to let him succumb to. No amount of jealousy, no amount of spite, can reverse that ardent decision within your mind.Â
Youâre not an old coat, Astarion. You whisper it back, along the bond, your physical mouth gaping wide open as you tilt your head back into the pillow, feeling yourself tighten around him. Youâre not a worn pair of boots. Youâre a person.Â
A terrible mon-
You cut off his rebuttal, a complicated person. Snarky, indecisive, too flirtatious for your own good. But still a person, and still worthy.Â
Two simple words, and they send shudders through his entire body. Still worthy. You donât look at him as something to be discarded or owned; you donât envision him as a prize or a trophy. And you certainly donât see only his flaws when you look at him. When his ruby eyes meet yours, both his and your own eyelashes flutter ridiculously as all the pressure mounts, the blush of your blood across his cheeks and running down his throat, you both know. You donât need to put it into words.
Even when he infuriated you. Even when he made you second-guess his companionship in the beginning. Even when he made you swoon like a schoolgirl only to divert his attention. Never once have you fully faulted him for the mistakes.Â
Heâs done bad things. Youâve all done terrible things. And yet, you still want him.Â
Heâs worth more than the sum of his worst moments, even if he hadnât bedded you tonight. You would still help slay Cazador. You would still fight tooth and claw for his freedom.Â
You love him. You hate him. You hate to love him, you love to hate him. Itâs all smoke and mirrors at the end of the day when youâre feeling the weight of him collapse on top of you. And itâs mutual. The complicated, infuriating emotions are all reciprocated.Â
Every inch of your skin stings with the lingerance of his fangs and lips, gasps and mews slipping between your lips as he picks up his pace. His fingers dig into the meat of your thighs and hips in a failing attempt to pull your body back to his, the reciprocation languid in every stroke. Every slap of his skin against yours, every moan of his own â they mingle in the air and spell out the inevitability of this moment. You swear you feel his sharp nails nick you, a bead of blood no doubt bubbling and staining the sheets below.
You donât care. He doesnât, either.Â
Your whine echoes through the empty room right along with a harsh grunt from him. Heâs ravaging you. Bruising you inside and out.Â
âFuck, Astarion,â you gasp out, giving up using the bond. Your mind has melted far too much for coherent thoughts as both your breaths quicken, both abdomens tightening as you feel him reach even deeper inside your cunt, âFuck.â
You can feel him letting go just as it feels as though your body might give out. Blissful soreness hidden behind a curtain of pleasure that turns your vision white. You almost wonder if your body had been simply a vessel for his own pleasure this entire time.Â
You wouldnât mind if it had been, but heâs made damn sure it isnât.Â
Youâve never felt quite as cared for as when his hips stutter, feeling warmth fill your fluttering cunt as his open mouth places random kisses anywhere they can reach. His head falls to the crook of your neck and you can feel his tired lips pressing repetitively over your marked neck, your shoulder. They even graze the original bite mark, and the simple action sends shockwaves through you to join the rest of the residual quakes that keep your legs shaking around his waist.Â
The bedlinen sticks to your skin from a mixture of blood and sweat as he collapses next to you for a moment, still curling up to you like a cat. Nose running along your bare shoulder, lips still reaching out for you.Â
It takes you a second, but when you finally catch your breath, you canât help but ask the dreaded question, âDoes this mean youâre officially mine?âÂ
His chuckle is unexpected, vibrating against your chest as he rolls most of his weight off you and lifts his head, âHave I not made that much obvious?âÂ
âI just needed to make sur-â
He cuts off all your hesitation, lifting the entirety of his upper body now, âAllow me to make this very clear to you, darling. I have been yours since the moment you reacted to me holding a dagger to your throat with a damned headbutt.â
You smile sheepishly, âSo youâre telling me when I did that⌠I knocked some sense into you?âÂ
âNever,â he scoffs, waving a hand, the only sign of his own fatigue to match yours being the way he drops back down at your side. You donât miss the faint smile gracing his lips, âBut it was an impressive move. Quite enchanting for this old heart of mine.âÂ
âSo now you admit that youâre old?â you joke, prodding at an inside joke that had been ongoing since heâd admitted the entirety of his vampiric nature to you. Heâd always pouted like a child at any mention of his age, but heâd always allowed only you to get away with any jabs at it. Your entire group still doesnât speak of his reaction to Gale trying his hand at one of the jokes, âGoodness, what has gotten into you, my Star?âÂ
He flushes at the nickname, eyes diverting as he slowly creeps his body up the bed, face to face with you now. Your heart tightens a bit when he takes his time replying, swallowing hard, tongue peeking out instinctively as he runs it over his lips and fangs slowly.Â
You almost believe he wonât look you in the eyes again, but he does. As he says the heaviest words yet, he looks to you as if youâre the only thing in the room for this moment.Â
âI care for you,â his voice comes out tight, nearly strained. âDeeply. You make me want to be⌠a better⌠man, monster, whatever I might be. And if thatâs a crime?â he pauses, and takes another one of those pesky deep breaths that youâre well aware arenât vital to him. A glimmer of the human, the person, beneath the self-proclaimed monster. âWell, I havenât been much of a rule follower thus far in our journey anyways, have I?âÂ
You pay no mind to his joking tone, seeing the words for what they are. Your hand reaches up, fingers carding through silver waves, and you canât help your grin when he doesnât swat you away as he had done Shadowheart for the exact same show of affection the week before.Â
I adore you, Astarion.Â
Quiet words. Silent words. Only for the two of you, within the confines of a shared mine.Â
He clears his throat uncomfortably, âMind you, I may need some time, given all the memories this wretched city brings-â
âTake all the time you need,â you interrupt. From the second heâd opened up to you, offering that vulnerability in the heat of the moment regarding his body, youâd seen this coming. âI can wait for you, my love. Letâs just focus on surviving all this, yeah?âÂ
He canât hide his affection. Itâs written plainly on his face, it travels clearly across the bond.Â
âYes,â he whispers back, reaching for your wrist finally, but only to hold it placid as he turns his lips towards it. You think for a moment he might bite you one final time, and youâd let him, but he surprises you. No fangs appear â only the softest of kisses against the most vulnerable of skin. âSurvival. Of course.âÂ
Itâs not so much words as it is an image, a promise, that comes to mind from him. The fluttering of a future he sees being possible, the threat of a city burned down should any harm come to you.Â
âAnd no more jealousy,â you croak out, trying to not be overwhelmed by his own emotions mixing with yours. âYouâre mine, and Iâm yours.â
Another kiss to your wrist, this one far quicker, far more habitual than the first. Heâs kissing you simply because he can.Â
You know thereâs more behind his smile when he whispers, âOh, of course, lover.âÂ
And you find out later on the reason for such a mischievous smile, once heâs cleaned you both up and migrated for you two to rest in his claimed bed. When Shadowheart is the first of the group to enter the room, confronted with the image of you curled up on Astarionâs chest as his fingers dance over your aching skin, you donât even have to wake up properly to see the vision of a smug Astarion through your dreary eyes.Â
Words are exchanged, but theyâre lost to you in your sleepy state. You only catch the ones that matter.Â
âAstarion! Are those bite marks-â
âMine?â if you were any more conscious, you would have scolded him. He knows it, too, as he squeezes you closer to him, âWhy, yes. Yes, they are, our dearest Shadowheart.âÂ
Shadowheartâs huff of breath tells you all you need to know about Astarionâs smirk. Youâll talk more of jealousy in the morning.Â
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eddie throwing his back out giving you everything he has and ofc it hurts like a bitch the next day and he wants you again and again and again
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ITS GIVING OLDER EDDIE HELLO
18+ â MINORS DNI
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the next morning eddieâs making breakfast and he dramatically groans whenever he reaches up to grab something from the cabinets until you finally crack and ask, âwhatâs wrong, baby?â
he just jokingly glares at you and goes, âyou destroyed my back, thatâs whatâs wrong. the last time i had this much sex was in my twenties, iâm not equipped for this.â he grumbles, reaching back to rub at his lower back.
you roll your eyes, stepping forward to slink your hands around his waist, pressing your body up against his back and kissing the bare skin between his shoulders, âfor what itâs worth, even though youâve got a shitty back, your refractory period makes up for it,â you joke, patting his stomach and kissing his back once again, pressing a smile into his skin when he grunts in response.
âdonât have much of a choice, do i? iâve got a succubus for a girlfriend.â
you hum, âthatâs weird, last i remember it was you asking for one more round, wasnât it?â
you stretch onto the tips of your toes to rest your chin against his shoulder to peer down at his skilled hands hard at work preparing your meal, and eddie doesnât bother glancing at you as he responds, ânot sure, things start to blur after the third big-O.â
you hum as a teasing smile spreads across his lips, âwhatever you say, big guy.â you playfully nip at his shoulder and he hisses, batting you away as you giggle, turning to lean against the counter beside him so youâre facing him, âwhen youâre done with this, come and iâll give you a massage for your achey old man back, hm?â
eddie glances away from his task to look at you, âthat pretty little mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble.â
you tilt your head with a sly grin, voice smooth and sultry as you speak, âis that a threat, musnon?â
eddie letâs out an exasperated noise and looks at you with narrowed eyes, âcan a man cook in peace, please? or at least without you trying to get in my pants like iâm some harlot,â
you raise your eyebrows and motion down to his crotch, the unmistakable print of his hardening length pressing against the seam of his sweatpants, âseems like he enjoys it.â
eddie playfully shoves you away then, muttering for you to get out of the kitchen and you giggle, yelping when he swats at your behind, âow! what was that for?â you whine, rubbing at your sore cheek. eddie grins, dicing a few onions and dropping them onto the stove, âfor being such a goddamn minx. get out of here before i accidentally set this house on fire.â
and even though his back hurts like hell, he still ends up drilling your shit, but you have to take over midway because eddieâs poor back really might just croak on him and he swears if that happens, youâre paying for his medical bill <3
#𫶠anon#<< i think ? lol#NEED HIM WANT HIM#HELLO QUICK BLURB#THANK U NONNIE I WILL BE THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR A LOOOOOONNGGGGG TIME#eddie munson x reader#eddie x reader#eddie munson#drabble#eddie munson fanfic#stranger things fanfic#eddie munson smut#older!eddie#older!eddie munson#eddie munson fluff
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KISS ME MORE | PARK SUNGHOON
summary: freshman year is just around the corner, and you still havenât had your first kiss, so who better to ask for help than your best friend?
word count: 3.2k
MINORS DNI!!
warnings (18+): smut. fluff (just a smidge). kissing. swearing. oral (f. receiving). fingering (f. recieving).
A/N: this was literally just an excuse to write the âteach meâ trope im currently obsessed with lmfao. decided to return with another short fic while a longer one is currently in the works!
Your saturday was lazily drawing to a close, the amber light of the late afternoon bathing your room in a rich, golden hue as it filtered through the sheer curtains. Sunbeams danced across the floor, casting long, dappled shadows that shifted gently in time with the breeze from your fan, its low hum blending with the quiet outside. The heat of the day still lingered, but your room felt coolâa refuge from the summer heat beyond the window.
You and Sunghoon spent another day in the slow, unhurried rhythm of summer break. You had wandered through quaint little shops in town, indulging in some ice cream from your favourite parlourâbefore ending the day by hanging back at your place.
Soft, flickering light from the television illuminated the room, casting faint shadows over the cozy disarray of blankets and pillows on your bed.
The movie playing was one of your favouritesâa classic romance that you knew almost every line to. Your gaze was fixed on the screen, eyes wide and captivated, but Sunghoon seemed content to only half-watch. His attention was mostly absorbed in a book he had got from one the thrift shops youâd visited a while ago, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose as he read quietly.
Sunghoon lay sprawled beside you, completely at ease, the quiet shuffling of his turning pages blending in with the murmur of the movieâs dialogue as the two of you comfortably sat in silence.
Every now and then, Sunghoon would glance up from his book, watching you for a moment with a fond, almost amused smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He silently chuckled at how deeply you were invested in the story, even though he knew you had seen it more times than you could count.
As the movie played on, the flickering shots of the couple lost in passionate kisses filled the screen, but your mind was elsewhere. Each romantic scene tugged at a part of you, stirring feelings of uncertainty that you tried to brush away.
The effortless intimacy the characters exchanged seemed so foreign and so far removed from your own experiences. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you shifted slightly on the bed, that weird feeling in your chest only returning.
Fall was approaching, and the thought of starting college without ever having kissed had been gnawing at you. You were always the one admired from a distanceâsome guys flirted but that was all they did. The real experiences, the ones you saw in movies and tv shows still remained an elusive mystery.
It felt like you were missing some crucial part of your youth, something that was supposed to happen naturally, yet it hadnât.
In the locker room, when your friends would share their stories about their latest flings or kisses, youâd smile, laugh along, but inside youâd cringe, hoping no one asked about your own love life. It was your secret, the thing that made you feel out of place despite how perfect you seemed to everyone else.
Then, there was Sunghoon.
You glanced at him, your best friend, lying beside you with a cute focused expression etched into his features. He didnât talk much about his romantic escapades, but youâd heard enough to know he wasnât inexperienced.
Sometimes youâd catch a glimpse of faint hickeys on his neck or the way girls would glance at him. It left you with a strange feeling, one you couldnât quite nameâŚwas it jealousy? Insecurity? Maybe both. You felt your face heat up, embarrassed by how much it bothered you.
As another kiss scene plays out on the screen, your gaze flickers back to the couple. You bit your lip, the pang of longing growing sharper. What did it feel like? To be kissedâor to have someone look at you like you were their whole world, if only for a second?
The thought of entering college without knowing something so simple yet so intimate made you feelâŚpainfully awkward.
You tried to focus on the movie, but the thoughts kept circling back, louder and louder. The movie no longer held your interest, and the weight of your unspoken feelings became too much.
Unable to shake the feeling, you sat up as your mind ran on impulsivity. The movie played on, but you no longer cared about the plot or the characters. All you could think about was the current problem you had and the one person who would listen to you.
You shifted on the bed, turning to him. âSunghoon." you murmured, your voice softer than usual.
He responded with a low, distracted hum, barely lifting his gaze. One hand rested on his chin, finger grazing his bottom lip in a way that drew attention to the curve of his mouth, while his eyes flicked over the pages with slow, deliberate focus.
"How doesâŚkissing feel?"
That got his attention. Sunghoonâs eyes snapped up from the book, the words clearly catching him off guard. He pushed his glasses up with one hand, studying you with a mix of curiosity and amusement. âWhat are you on about now?â
You cringed at how juvenile your question sounded now, already hesitating, âIâŚâ your face flushed with a mix of embarrassment, âI havenâtâŚkissed anyone before. And with college coming up, I just feelâŚI donât knowâŚinsecure.â
Sunghoonâs brow furrowed in genuine confusion. âWait, youâve never kissed anyone?â
You rolled your eyes, âOkay, Mr. Midfielder. Iâm not like you, alright? Itâs not like Iâve had tons of people drooling over me.â
A soft laugh escaped him as he sat up, expression softening. âNo (Y/N), itâs just hard to believe.â he said, a smile tugging at his lips. âYouâre⌠like, insanely pretty.â
Sunghoonâs words sent a little flutter in your stomachâbut you brushed it off, chalking it up to him just being nice.
âOf course, you would say that,â you muttered, playfully shoving his shoulder.
âIâm serious,â Sunghoon insisted lightly, catching your wrist, gently lowering your hand. His eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, you couldnât look away.
There was something in the way he looked at you making your heart race, your breath catching in your throat. You tore your gaze away, suddenly feeling exposed under the weight of his attention. âThis is stupid,â you mumbled with a wry laugh, already regretting bringing it up.
But Sunghoon wasnât letting it go. He muttered your name softly, his voice coaxing you to meet his eyes again. He reached out, his fingers gently tilting your chin up until your gaze locked with his once more.
His touch was soft, barely there, but it made your cheeks warm. âItâs not stupid,â he murmured, his eyes searching for yours. âItâs okay to be new to things. Everyone is at some point.â
âYeah, I guess,â you muttered, staring at the comforter as if the intricate embroidery held the answers to everything swirling in your head.
Sunghoon watched you intently, his heart aching at the sight of your lips forming a soft pout and your expression so full of uncertainty. How was it possible that you had never been kissed?
He couldn't understand it, and yet, the thought of you being with someone else, experiencing that first kiss with someone who didnât know you like he didâit twisted something in his chest.
Sunghoon would kiss you in a heartbeat if given the chance, but after ages of trying to ignore his feelingsâof pushing aside how much he actually wanted you, he wasnât sure he could handle it without letting everything else spill out.
His hand was still holding yours, his thumb tracing slow, soothing circles over your skin, and for a moment, the touch seemed to blur the lines of just simple camaraderie. The warmth of it messed with your thoughts, and before you could second-guess yourself, the words tumbled out.
âWell, youâve done it before, right? You could, I donât know⌠teach me.â
âWhat?â Sunghoon froze, his breath catching in his throat, his eyes wide with surprise. His voice dropped an octave,âyouâre asking me to⌠kiss you?â
You nodded, scooting just a little closer, close enough to feel the faint warmth of his body against yours. âCome on, Hoon. Weâre best friends. Itâs not like it would⌠mean anything.â
Even as you said it, you couldnât really believe the words yourself. There was an undercurrent, a dull gut feeling, that told you it wouldnât feel like practice.
To you, maybe. The thought tore through Sunghoonâs mind.
He ran a hand through his hair, messing up his bangs as he tried to think. For the first time in a long while, he seemed genuinely flustered, âI donât know, (Y/N).â
His voice was thick as he swallowed, cheeks slowly turning pink. âThatâs not exactly something you just⌠teach.â
âItâs just a kiss. I just wanna know what Iâm doing when I eventually have to kiss someone for real.â
Sunghoonâs gaze flickered, his eyes betraying more than he wanted to show. For a split second, his eyes darted to your glossed lips, his breath hitching as he quickly looked away.
He pushed his glasses up again, licking his lips as he huffed. âThis is a bad idea,â he muttered, more to himself than to you.
âWhy?â You asked, the plea in your voice betraying your own feelings. âItâs just one kiss, Hoon.â
Right?
You tried to keep it light, casual, like it didnât matter. Like it was just a small favour between friends. But inside, your heart hammered against your chest, your skin felt flushed, and the air between you both had clearly shifted.
The way Sunghoon was looking at you now, though, like he was really considering itâlike he was seeing you in a way heâd never let himself see beforeâit was almost too much.
âAre you⌠sure?â he asked, his voice barely a whisper, as if speaking too loud would shatter the moment.
Your fingers brushed against his knee, lingering for just a second longer, âI mean, it would just be practice.â You stated, but underneath it all, your heart skipped a beat, a buzz coursing through your veins as you looked back at him.
Sunghoonâs resolve crumbled at the feeling of your hand on his knee. How could he say no to you when you looked at him like thatâthose wide, pleading eyes making it impossible to refuse?
He swallowed hard, his breath shaky. âJust⌠a practice thing,â he muttered, his eyes flickering between your gaze and your lips, fighting the gravitational pull on them.
âYeah,â You muttered quietly, reaching up to remove the wire rimmed glasses from his face and placing them on your bedside table before glancing back at him.
Sunghoonâs hand moved up, threading through your hair before gently brushing it away from your face, his touch slow, deliberate.
His thumb traced the edge of your cheek, pausing to brush against your bottom lip in a way that sent a shiver through you. The touch was soft, almost hesitant, but it ignited something deep inside you, making your breath hitch.
Your stomach fluttered as you met his intense gaze, his dark eyes trained on your lips. He leaned in closer, close enough that you could feel his breath fanning lightly over your skin, teasing, heightening the anticipation.
Sunghoonâs lips hovered over yours, just barely ghosting against them, brushing so softly that it made you ache for more.
Unable to resist the pull any longer, you closed the distance, pressing your lips gently against his. The kiss started soft, tentative, your body hyper-aware of every detailâthe warmth of his breath, the way his lips responded immediately, moulding into yours with an eagerness that surprised you.
Oh.
You pulled away for the briefest moment, eyes flickering down to his lips, your heart pounding through your ears. Without a second thought, you leaned in again, this time a lot bolder, your hand finding the side of his face.
Sunghoon didnât hesitate. He kissed back within a heartbeat, a soft sigh escaping his lips that sent a rush of warmth to the pit of your stomach. His hands slid around your waist, pulling you against his chest, the space between you vanishing as your bodies pressed together.
Your fingers slipped into his hair, the soft strands curling around your fingertips as you tugged on them softly, his soft groans between kisses making your pulse race.
Sunghoonâs lips were firmer this time, more needier with every kiss, sending a rush of heat through your body as his grip on your waist tightened.
You softly fell back into the bed as he hovered over you, his tongue tracing your bottom lip before you parted your lips a little more, a low groan rumbling through his chest as he licked into your mouth.
Your hands slowly drifted down Sunghoonâs body, slipping beneath the thin fabric of his shirt to trace the contours of his torso, his breathy moans travelling straight to your core.
âFuck.â He rasped, pulling away, âmaybe we should stop.â Sunghoonâs eyes were glazed over, lips were swollen and tainted with your lip gloss, âI donât think Iâll be able to control myself (Y/N).â
âThen donât.â You rushed, breathless and wasting no time kissing him again, an unmistakable moan leaving Sunghoonâs chest as he kissed back desperately.
He pulled awayâalready missing the feeling of his lips on yours before they moved to your jaw, trailing soft sloppy kisses that travelled down to your neck, the feathery feeling creating a dull ache between your thighs.
Your sighs of pleasure almost bordered on moans as he gently sucked your delicate skinâpink and purple marks blooming on your skin, recklessly marking you from your neck to your collarbone.
Sunghoonâs hand drifted over the small of your back, sliding over to find their place on your ass squeezing the soft flesh with a lewd groanâan involuntary moan slipping past your lips at the feeling, tugging his hair.
Everything had your mind spiralling. Sunghoonâs lips were on your neck, his hand roaming every inch of your body.
Youâd be lying if you said you didn't want moreâcraved more.
He trailed wet kisses along your chest, lifting your shirt to press a few more along your stomach, revelling in the way you leaned into his touch, your soft whines and sighs driving him up the wall.
You admired the way Sunghoon looked when he glanced up at you with his eyes, weaving your fingers through his already dishevelled hair, moving to his face and caressing his rosy cheeks.
Sunghoonâs fingers finally met the waistband of your shorts, lifting your hips up as quickly pulling the layer of clothing away, âfuck, youâre so beautiful.â He hissed, running his hands up and down your thighs.
His other hand brushed over your underwear, groaning at the sight. His finger traced over your wetness on the silky fabric, and you leaned into his touch, with the most beautiful moan heâd ever heard.
âFuck baby, youâre so wet.â Sunghoon groans as his thumb taps at your clothed clit, clenching around nothing at the mention of the pet name heâd just given you.
He kissed your thigh, hooking his finger into your underwear and sliding the damp pink fabric down your legs, almost moaning at the sight of your dripping cunt.
Sunghoon lifts your leg and holds it over his shoulder, swiping his tongue over his thumb before meeting your clit and your head falls back, âHoon, fuck.â You moaned, grabbing at your sheets.
âTell me if you want me to stop, okay?â Sunghoon says softly, and you nodâwatching him dip below your thighs, lips move to your clit and sucking on it gently.
You never fathomed anything would feel this good. Sure, youâd touched yourself a couple of times, but nothing could beat the feeling being eaten out.
You cry, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of his tongue dipping into your folds, letting his thumb swirl around your bundle of nerves while his tongue enters your core, moaning into your entrance.
The vibrations from his moans sent shockwaves up your spine, head tipping back in from the sensation with a broken cry, legs attempting to fly shut but he pushed them apart with a sound of disapproval.
His tongue swiped upwards, and his eyes fluttered closed at the taste of your arousal, reveling in the insanely beautiful moans that tumbled from your lips.
Your hands weaved into his hair, tugging the soft strands as you shamelessly bucked into his mouth with broken whimpers.
Sunghooon held you firmly against the sheets to stop you from squirming, unable to stay still from the feeling of his nose causing friction on your clit as he lapped at your pussy.
Your eyes peer over at him and the pornographic sight of him buried between your thighs makes your cheeks burn. When his hand moves from your thigh you don't think much of it, until you feel his fingers circle your entrance.
Sunghoon pulls away from you, just in time to watch your plump lips fall open when he easily slides his fingers into your dripping core.
âYou have know idea how good you look baby.â He panted, plump lips covered in your arousal biting his lip at sight in front him, completely enamored by your fucked out expressions.
Sunghoonâs fingers curl inside of you and they brush over your sweet spot, your mouth opening in a broken moan.
âF-feels so good, Hoonâ you mewl breathlessly, grabbing his free arm as you bucked into his fingers, pumping them into you at a perfect speed.
You cheeks flushed furiously at the sounds of his fingers fucking your sopping wet core, broken raspy moans leaving your chest as his lips pressed kisses to your overstimulated clitâyour mind a scrambled mess.
All you could think about was the pleasure that was currently surging throughout your entire body, making your toes curl and your head dizzy. A few whines and broken moans was enough to tell Sunghoon you were close, furiously clenching around his fingers as you begged him not to stop.
âThatâs it baby, come for me.â He coaxed, his voice raspy and breathy, moaning at the sight of his fingers easily slipping in and out of you.
Your body jerked forward and your hand flew to his arm, blunt nails digging into his skin as you let out a whimper, back arching as his name tumbled past your lips in high pitched moans.
You were almost embarrassed by how fast Sunghoon made you come, mind clouded and hazy as he continued pumping his fingers, your walls clenching around his digits as he fucked out your high.
He pulled away shortly after, fingers slipping out of your entrance and placing a gentle kiss to your inner thigh.
You watched the messy haired brunette suck his fingers into his mouth, eyes closed and moaning at the taste of youâbefore you leaned over, softly grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him to your mouth for a kiss, lightly tasting yourself on his tongue.
"So we both agree that this wasn't just practice, right?" He mutters against your lips and you laugh, still dazed and high from the aftermath of your orgasm.
"Yeah, I don't think I wanna do this with anyone else. You're my only option, Park." His smile grows and he pecks your lips again.
#enhypen#enhypen x reader#enhypen smut#park sunghoon x reader#park sunghoon smut#sunghoon x reader#sunghoon smut#best friends#lovers#kpop smut#smut
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teeth | l.hc
âfight so dirty but your loveâs so sweetâ
đżnow playing: teeth by 5 seconds of summer
⯠summary: Traditionally the caption of the cheer team and the captain of the soccer team are friends - some even date. But you and Donghyuck definitely arenât friends - if anything youâre enemies. The two of you canât go five minutes without an argument. So, why are you letting him fuck you in the locker room?
⯠pairings: haechan x fem!reader
⯠genre: college!au, enemies with benefits, smut
⯠words: 2.5k
⯠tags: 18+ minors dni!, bickering, swearing, unprotected sex (don't do this!), hate sex, degrading names, general name-calling, manhandling, haechan is an asshole, but reader is also lowkey mean, choking, use of nickname 'princess', reader uses she/her pronouns, hardly any plot, it's literally just them hate fucking idk what to tell ya.
cheeky author's note: i'm very brtish, so referring to this as soccer literally made me want to rip my hair out đ
âYou donât have to be so rough you know, Hyuck!â
"Will you just shut up and let me fuck you!?" He snaps.
The red metal of Lee Donghyuck's locker is cold against the skin of your bare back. Honestly, you donât even know how it happened. But somehow the captain of the soccer team (and the boy you swear you hate) has you pinned against the boyâs lockers, one leg wrapped around his waist and the top half of your cheer uniform hiked up just enough to give him a full display of your tits. His left-hand grips your hip so tightly that youâre certain heâs doing it on purpose just to piss you off.
Not only that, but he also has your skirt bunched up around your waist. Giving him just the right amount of easy access to pull your panties to the side and tease his cock between your folds.
"Will you just hurry up and stick it in!?" You try to yell at him but, from the way heâs teasing the head of his cock at your entrance, the attempt comes out like a feeble whine.
Exactly on command, the scowl on your face quickly morphs into a wince, and the annoyed quirk on your lips disappears to form a small 'o' as Hyuckâs grip on your hip hardens and he pushes his cock quickly into your cunt. You canât complain though - you did just tell him to stick it in.
"Shit," you squirm, hand coming up to his chest, pressing hard against the badge of his soccer uniform that rests on his right peck.
"Now look whoâs needy," He teases. "I vividly remember you saying Iâd be the shittest fuck on the soccer team."
"Thatâs what this is about!? Youâre still mad thatâ uhh," youâre cut off by your own moan and your nails sink into the fabric of his shirt when he starts to move his hips. His pace is surprisingly slow - deliberately teasing - in comparison to his rapid first thrust inside of you.
"Christ! Even when you fuck you talk too much," Hyuck curses, his hand wrapping around your arm to free himself from the grip you have on his shirt.
"You're one to talk," You hiss back. "Even when you fuck youâre still an annoying little assholâ "
You gasp as he pulls out of you completely and then thrusts into you once again.
"You could've at least warned me, you dick,â You exhale, your walls readjusting to his size for the second time - and what a big size he was.
âYeah, yeah, spare me the lecture princess.â
You canât believe that even when heâs buried to the hilt inside of your pussy heâs still calling you that stupid fucking nickname. Itâs not the word âprincessâ itself that bothers you per se; itâs Lee Donghyuckâs intention behind the name that makes your blood blister with anger. Heâs been calling you âprincessâ since your freshman year in college but youâd only ever inquired about it recently.
You were at a party, and even though you hate the bones of Lee Donghyuck, youâd be lying if you said your social circles didnât overlap. It was inevitable, heâs on the soccer team, youâre a cheerleader; honestly, the two of you should be friends. But youâre not. And because of your strained relationship, it was no surprise that the minute you walked through the door heâd picked a fight with you.
You can't even remember what the argument was about now, but you know the two of you had gone back and forth in a boxing match of insults that always ended with him throwing the word âprincessâ at the end of his rebuttals. And you really couldnât quite understand why. In your mind, being called a princess was a compliment, but to Donghyuck, princesses were âspoilt bitches who have no grip on reality.â
Safe to say you didnât think the term was one of endearment after that.
And it was at that same party where youâd insisted Donghyuck would be the shittest fuck on the soccer team â something youâre currently finding out as being not true as he fucks you senseless six ways to Sunday. In all honesty, even when Yuta had asked you the question in a silly little game of truth or dare, you knew Hyuck was the cop-out answer. Truthfully, your real answer would have been Jisung or Chenle. Theyâre both a little younger and act more awkward with you. But still, youâd let hell freeze over before letting Lee Donghyuck think he was a better fuck than somebody else. However, youâre pretty sure youâve broken that promise to yourself from the way youâre breathlessly panting and gasping from the vigorous drilling of his cock. That or hell genuinely has frozen over.
But still, what did he expect? The two of you couldnât go half a second without a petty argument. Sometimes you find yourself just doing it because you were bored and he was there. After all, itâs just the norm between the two of you.
Thatâs why you canât quite understand why heâs taking a stupid comment said in a passing game of truth or dare to heart. Youâve said worse to him, you're sure of it.
Hyuck pulls out of your pussy and the emptiness that lingers between your legs has you groaning â even if itâs just for a second. He doesnât give you long to harp on the loss of friction because he wastes no time dropping your leg from his hip, gripping your waist and slamming the front of your body against his locker.
You want to make another snarky comment about his roughness, but you secretly love it. Well, itâs not so secret actually â Hyuck is well aware that you like his manhandling because he feels your wetness becoming more slick on his cock as he thrusts into you from behind.
His pace in the new position is still tortuous, slow and teasing, and so fucking annoyingly good. But you donât know how much longer you can take the tormenting leisurely pace. You want more - you need more. If he didn't have your arms pinned behind you and you flush against the lockers, youâd claw at his back to make him go faster.
You feel a warmth on the nape of your neck as he nuzzles against your ear, placing a kiss so gently, that youâre shocked at the sudden contrast in his demeanour.
âThis the shittest fuck youâve had, huh?â
No.
âYes,â you reply and he growls deeply. Thereâs a rough snap of his hips and it catches you off guard so much you have to bite down on your lip to suppress a whimper.
âFucking liar,â he scoffs.
The insult makes your face screw up in a glare, but still, all you can manage is a breathy, âAm not.â
No matter how good the length of his cock is making you feel, you donât want to give him the satisfaction of admitting he was right â that heâs not the worst fuck on the soccer team. Not that you had much experience with the others.
But even though you refuse to use your words to tell him youâre loving it, your body betrays you by being so fucking responsive to his touches. And no matter how hard you fight against him, Hyuck never lets you gain an inch. In fact, every time you try to free your arms from his, he lets out a frustrated groan, and the sound only makes your pussy throb harder.
His hand slips up your body until it finds your throat, where his fingers dig into either side of your neck. He stops his thrusts.
âWell if youâre not lying, are you saying Iâm a shitty fuck princess?â He asks innocently as if heâs about to be gentle with you, but you know better. After all, this is Donghyuck. âIf you want to pretend like you donât want this; if that helps you sleep at night, then fine, but your slutty cunt is so fucking wet, I can almost feel you soaking my balls.â
He ducks down to place a kiss on your jaw, and you feel his lips smile into it as you shudder from his words. Instinctively, you swing your head away from him, only to be yanked back by the hand around your throat. He chuckles against your skin, hips starting to move again, thrusting shallowly into your stretched cunt.
âIf Iâm such a shitty fuck, I supposed you want me to stop, huh?â He asks in a low voice, lips grazing your cheek.
Noises youâve never heard yourself make before tumble from your mouth as you moan and sob shamelessly. You try to bite your tongue, try not to fuel his ego, but his rhythm is too good at tearing down your guard, which is why you find yourself crying out, âPlease donât stop!â
He laughs, fucking you harder and faster, the stings of pain from his cock hitting you so deep morphing into a hot ache of pleasure that coils tighter and tighter in your core.
âFuck, fuck, fuck,â he growls.
His fingers, still on your throat press into your skin, not hard enough to cut off your air supply but just enough pressure to force out strangled moans. Your shoulders rub against the coarse material of his soccer kit, grounding you against him as he fucks you in punishing thrusts.
You donât want to admit it, but your body canât resist it.
âFuck, gonna cum,â you mumble, eyes squeezed tight together.
âYeah? You gonna cum for me like a good little slut?â he murmurs into your temples
The low rumble of his voice has the tension in your core ratcheting higher, pushing you closer to your release. Your head feels like itâs floating as the tight spring in your stomach coils until it finally snaps and has your knees buckling beneath you.
Hyuck keeps his speed steady, fucking you through your climax and savouring the way your walls clench around him in rigid spasms. Your orgasm triggers his and he clenches his jaw.
âFuck, I'm gonna cum,â he ruts into you harder, and all you can do is moan for him.
âPlease,â you whimper.
He chuckles at your submission - heâs never seen you like this before - so needy and desperate. He didnât think it was possible to love anything about you; but this right here, you fucked out and pleading for his cum, yeah, he fucking loves it.
He ruts into you a last few times with thrusts that are wild and more frenzied, his thighs slapping against your ass. He contemplates cumming inside of you, but he figures heâd save that for another day since the two of you had forgotten about a condom and hadnât really discussed it.
AndâŚdid he just think about having sex with you again?
With a loud groan that rattles against the metal in the empty locker room, Hyuck pulls out of your cunt and jerks his cock until heâs cumming onto the small of your back. Unable to stop yourself, you moan softly and a stupid smile spreads across your face when you hear him sigh.
After that it's silent, only your rapid breaths echoing in the room. Heâs pressed against you, face buried in your neck, holding you and your weak legs in place. You stay like that for a beat, but then you remember who it is thatâs just fucked you.
Without any more hesitation, you shake his grip and push him away from you. "Christ! Stop breathing down my neck. Fucking gross."
If it wasnât for the fact that heâs your arch nemesis you would have stayed tangled up in him a little while longer, letting yourself get soaked up in the fact that that was the best sex youâve ever had.
As you turn around to face him, he looks at you with the softest expression youâve ever seen on his face.
âThereâs a towel in my bag if you want toâŚâ
You scoff, âHow chivalrous of you.â
You pull the towel from the bag in his locker and start wiping at his cum on your back. Your body is turned away from him but you can still feel his eyes lingering on you as you wipe away.
You stop to look at him, âWhat are you still doing here? We have a game in like 10 minutes. Shouldnât you be likeâŚwarming up or something?â
âI think Iâm already warmed up,â he mumbles and you shake your head with a smile, going back to cleaning yourself off.
âSeriously, get on the pitch,â you demand when you see him still lingering.
Thereâs a hand in his hair, scratching his head and he looks a little flushed. You never see him like this, itâs weird. The Hyuck you know and loathe is cocky, smug, arrogant, all of those kinds of words; but the one in front of you looks so awkward, flushed. Is it weird you kinda like it?
âAre you waiting for me to tell you you arenât a bad fuck or something? Seriously Hyuck, get lost,â you try and joke, pulling down your cheer uniform.
âNo..IâŚâ he stumbles.
You groan, âOh no, donât do this. Donât make things weird.â
âIâm notââ
âCanât you just be like a normal guy andâŚI donât know, say it felt good to fuck me like you hate me or some shit?â
His eyes sweep over your face as if he were studying you. His face softens and he steps closer.
âI mean I could say that, because it felt fucking amazing actually,â he says and you swallow thickly. âBut youâre wrong about one thing.â
You pause, freezing as he comes towards you. You donât even register how close he is until you feel his breath on your lips and his chest against yours.
âWhat?â
âI donât actually hate you that much,â he admits, and your eyes widen.
âYeah right, funny joke,â you roll your eyes and laugh sarcastically but heâs not laughing with you. In fact heâs just looking at you, deadpan, and itâs starting to freak you out.
When you realise that he is in fact serious, you cross your hands across your chest.
âYouâre not gonna start doing all that cheesy shit they do in the movies, where you profess your undying love for me, and tell me you never really hated me and it was all just a miscommunication, are you?â
âFuck no!â He almost gags at the mention of it. âJust because I said I donât hate you that much doesnât mean I like you? Are you crazy?â
âWell Iâm just making sure,â you poke his chest.
He runs a hand through his hair and sighs, âBut I do wanna do this againâŚâ he trails off so quietly that you wouldnât have heard it if there was anybody else in the room with you.
âThis?â
âYes, this. Us. Fucking,â he explains. âI fucking hate you, but fuck, I think I love your pussy.â
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â cowboy hat rule.
pairing: cowboy!steve harrington x fem!reader
warnings: smut, p in v, MINORS DNI!!!!, pet names, praising, kinda degrading but not really, a lil argument, dom!steve, rivals to fcking, swearing, good old bj for our good boy stevie! reader has a nickname 'sunshine' bc i didn't wanna do y/n sorry:(
summary: helping out mr. harrington in his ranch was supposed to be fun, but steve harrington was an asshole. an absolute pain in your ass that teased you, and you gave him the same energy back, always. so when you unknowingly wear his cowboy hat, he decides to teach you what exactly the cowboy hat rule is. (wc: 5k+)
author's note: this is just horny babbling. i have no idea how cowboy lore works so if im wrong pls just close ur eyes i tried to research but i couldnt find shit just pls i just want cowboy steve dick. and ofc no proof-reading bc im lazy as hell. no dividers ugly aesthetic bc of tumblrs f ass not showing my shit in tags SIGH.
also PLSSS LIKE + REBLOG + COMMENT TO SUPPORT ME MWAH ILY
When you told Mr. Harrington youâd be more than happy to help around his Ranch during the summer, you didnât expect Steve to become a problem, but you were wrong, so fucking wrong.Â
A cocky cowboy whoâs way too into partying and into his looks and his fluffy hair than you could ever imagine. Thatâs exactly how youâd describe Steve Harrington. Even though you so badly wanted to believe otherwise, wanted to disregard the rumors and the reputation that came with him. But, he made it so goddamn hard.Â
All he fucking did was tease you, complain. Order you around and act like you didnât know how to do shit. And, you didnât, but he was supposed to be your guidance, teach you. But all he did was grumble and give you that goddamned smirk.Â
Yet, you couldnât fully hate him, there was a side of him he rarely showed you, one that cared, one that offered you ridesâit was more of a mumble each night but you accepted nonetheless, one that ended up at your side whenever an asswipe bothered you at the bar, one that offered you a hand on your back when you were crying, he didnât ask what happened, didnât speak, just stood there, letting you spill out your guts. The two of you never spoke about these incidents, ever, because he acted like they didnât exist, like he couldnât bear the thought of being nice to you.Â
You were so fascinated by him, even though youâd never admit it out loud. He was charismatic, outright funny, and had a heart of gold that you only peered one layer of.Â
And fuck it, he was fine, annoyingly good-looking that he was a distraction to be around when you were supposed to be working, him with those sturdy denim jeans that cupped his ass perfectly, wide-brimmed cowboy hat with a creased crown, put perfectly on his head. Even though youâd much rather see his pretty hair falling on his face, run your hands through his smooth layers.
Usually, when it got as hot as it did today, heâd even take off that stupid shirt, feast your eyes with his glimmering chest, all hairy and glistening with sweat, broad shoulders as he ordered everyone around made you gulp. Like he is doing with you, right fucking now.Â
âSunshine, get back to work.â Heat travels to your cheeks quickly, and that stupid nickname rolls off his lips so bitterly, the one he always called you just because you were all nice and smileyâeven when he was being an asshole to you, something that grinded his gears, you guessed it was a foreign concept to him, being nice.Â
You were quick to shake off the hold he had on you, getting back on your feet as you stood your ground. âI am working! Just needed a second to breathe!â The lies rolled off your lips so simply that you wondered if he caught you staring. When he turned around to leave, you guessed he hadnât.Â
âAsshole.â The insult leaves you before you can register how close Steve still was to you.Â
Turning head-spinningly fast. âWhat did ya say?â He spits, making you gulp physically.Â
He looks out of the world stunning when heâs mad, maybe itâs a toxic trait of yours but, fuck, the way his chocolate hues turn unrecognizable, that slight quirk of his brows, and the way his muscles flex in pure anger made you rub your thighs together.Â
Jesus Christ. He is getting into your head, and you hate that you think of him this way when he is so mean.Â
âNothing! Iâm just saying itâs really hot out today,â you hum, the sun rays hitting your face not making it easier on the heat that flame your cheeks.Â
He gives you a snort, all mocking once he takes a step closer, making you feel hotter if that is possible. âWell thatâs what happens in the summer, darlinââ
Hand on the wall he tilts his head slightly, all with sass that has you rolling your eyes. âOr did you expect the weather to give Miss Sunshine some sorta special treatment?â
You roll your eyes, an act you always did that makes Steveâs jaw clench. âOh, come on Steve! Itâs really, really, hot, and the sun is all on my face!â
âBoo-hoo, princess,â he mocks, tipping his hat, almost as if to tease you further.
You scoff, getting closer to him. âEasy for you to just stand around in that big hat!â With a narrowed gaze, you cross your arms against your chest, like a brat, another trait that annoyed Steve even further.
Then, you beam again, and Steve knows no matter how much you hate it, Sunshine is absolutely the nickname you deserve, eyes glistening with happiness that it annoyingly even brings a glint to his pretty amber hues. His gaze unintentionally droops down to tour lips, so plushy and soft looking when it curls into that pretty smile that Steve wants to kiss you all over.Â
âOh! Do you mind if I?â You ask all giggly, pointing toward his wide-brimmed hat, hand teasingly standing above his head.Â
He scoffs as if you had just asked him the most insulting question ever. âNot a chance,â he spits, now he crosses his arms in front of his chest, eyeing you with a dark glint in his eyes, one you couldnât decide was full of annoyance or just pure desire.Â
âMhmmm⌠okay,â you hum, feigning innocence for a second, before snatching it off his head with another hearty giggle.
Oh, what he would do to hear that on a loop, admire the way your lips stretched into the prettiest grin, brows quirked.
âSunshine!â He chides, much rougher than he intends to, but you donât pay attention to him when you place the hat carefully on your head, smoothing your hair.
You shrug, looking up at him with those doe eyes that have him melting, everytime, without fail. âAdmit it, looks better on me.â You shrug, expecting him to agree.
Instead, he just offers you a deep sigh of breath, eyes almost widening when he realises what you just did. âDo you evenââ
He huffs, hiding the obvious pink shade thats starting to color his cheeks, you really had no idea the hold you had on him, did you? âGod, you city girls have no idea about anything, huh?â
Your brows furrow. âWhat?âÂ
âCowboy hat rule?â He asks with a tilt of his head, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest.
A teasing smile curves on your plushy lips as you push for more information. âWhatâs that?â
âJust give me the hat back,â he insists, attempting to mask the warmth that crept into his tone.
With a shake of your head, your defiance only grows, a glint of mischief dancing in your gaze. âNot until you tell me the rules.âÂ
âSunshine,â he warns, voice so grumbly that heat travels all over your body quicker than the sun burning you.Â
âSteve?â You hum with a flirty gaze, so teasing that Steve wants to fuck you right then and there, until he teaches you proper manners, until he shows you not to be a total fucking brat and not to roll your eyes at him, until he shows you that youâre his.Â
But, of course, he settles on a low grumble of, âYouâre annoying.â
âYou used to be more creative with the insults, Harrington.â Another teasing remark, and Steve rolls his tongue inside of his mouth.Â
With a smirk, he takes another step toward you, when your back hit the walls of the barn, only then you realise, he has you cornered. âYou wanna know the cowboy hat rule, princess?â He asks all smugly.
Gaze meaner than he is, chest almost pressed against yours, voice so low that all you can do is slightly nod.Â
Your breath gets hitched in your throat when his face is mere inches away from yours, hot breath fanning against your cheeks, skin heating on the impact, that brattiness you wear as a mask quick to slip off when heâs all demanding. âYou wear the hat, you ride the cowboy.â His tone is almost a growl, pupils blown wide, making you gulp, physically.
âWhat?â You blink, unsure of what heâs actually asking. Excitement jumping around in your tummy.Â
âYou heard me. Wanna take me for a ride, Sunshine?â He is so goddamn close that you are sure he can hear the annoying tumble your heart does at the weight of what his words hold.Â
It makes you pause, gaze sticking on his, sometimes slipping away to his soft lips, almost to signal him of something, but all you can do is try to hide the embarrassment that burns your cheeks.Â
âDidnât think so,â he scoffs, backing away just slightly.Â
His cowboy hat is too big on your head, tipping low over your eyes, possibly hiding your nervousness as you mutter, âWhat if I do?â
With a smooth motion, he flips it off from your head, holding it with his palm, away from you. âGet back to work, Sunshine.â
âIâm seriousââ
âSo am I, those horses ainât gonna straddle their strap themselves, off. to. work,â he hisses, turning to leave.
You huff, heat still burning off your cheeks, more embarrassed than annoyed, yet you still donât have it in yourself to let it go, you canât let him have this. Win this.
Quick to snatch the hat back, âSo the hat rule is, wear the cowboy hat, ride the cowboy, huh?â You mumble behind him, your voice failing you, yet you appear to be giggly, and Steve heaves a deep sigh of breath, before fully turning to you.
He halts a bit when he sees you once again, in his hat, tipped low, that stupidly addicting smirk gracing your slightly-open lips, hand on your hips, and all he wants to do is fuck you till you lose that attitude of yours.Â
âStop,â he warns, taking a step closer to you but with a shake of your head you back away, and he sighs, loud and annoyed.Â
âGimme that, sunshine!â
âNuh-uh.â All teasing and bratty, and grating on Steveâs last nerve. You know this, yet you wanna keep pushing him, further and further, until he snaps, until he canât take it anymore. You have no reason to do this, youâre supposed to hate him, think of him as an annoying asshole.
But the two of you are finally tethering on that line, the line between purely teasing each other out of spite, to teasing each other out of flirting, you know that, and you donât wanna take a step back. âProve it.â
You are all up in his face, and all he can do his roll his eyes, cheeks beetle red, frustration worn on his face. âKnock it off.â
You tut gently, crossing your arms in front of your chest. âNot until youââ Your words are interrupted quickly when he snatches up the hat from your head in annoyance, making you gasp when he discarded it easily.
âGet back to work!â His voice raises, and it makes you take a deep breath.
Shit, did you fuck this up?
âWhat?â You question, entire body feeling dizzy. He takes a step closer.
âYou heard me.â
Another step closer, his breaths come out in short gasps, frustration taking over him. âGet back to fuckinâ work, before I canât stop myself.â
He is close. Too fucking close, and you canât help the way your gaze droops down to his soft lips, slightly parted open, downturned from frustration. God, you realize how hot he is when he is angry, once again. âFâfrom what?â
He hesitates, before licking his lips. This is it. He wants, no, he desperately needs you. Needs to put you to your place. Teach you what happens to bratty girls like you. Show you what exactly the stupid rule is. âFrom fucking you in this goddamn barn.â
You release the breath youâve been holding back, feeling small, so small under his gaze. Mouth hanging open, and all you want is him to pin you against the wall, have you screaming out his name. âFrom making sure I show you how the goddamn cowboy hat rule works.â
Your back is plastered against the wall, his hands are by your side, you are caged beneath him, chest rising in anticipation. âIs that what you want, honey, think you can handle all of that?â Heâs so smug, and you donât know what overtakes you when heâs all in control like this, you wanna obey him, make him happy, proud, so you bite back on your insults.
His smirk is dangerously alluring, and youâre under his spell.Â
âPlease,â you beg, heat finds your cheeks again, you hate the hold he has on you.
He barks out a chuckle, so mean, yet as equally hot. âPlease, what? Speak up,â he spits, rolling his tongue inside of the roof of his mouth, lips wearing a smirk.
âRuin me,â your voice is small, meek, yet it makes him groan.Â
Youâre such a good girl for him, and he wants nothing more than to ruin you. Fully. Completely. Ruin you for every other man.Â
His head ducks down to your neck, leaving a sloppy kiss before leaning into your ear, his breath hot on your neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake. âGoddamit darlinâ, you gonna be the death of me, huh?â
You donâtâyou canât answer, youâre speechless, rubbing your thighs together desperately, seeking some friction, a touch, anything.Â
He levels with you again, dangerous gaze on your lips, fingertips brushing against your cheeks teasingly âYou know what I always wanted to do, sunshine?â He coarses lowly.Â
âWâwhat?â You ask with a gulp, lips twitching with need.Â
He gives you another grin, that asshole. The pad of his thumb slowly caressing your lips now, making you shiver with hunger. âAlways wanted to put you to your place, you and that damn smart mouth, always runninâ it for no good reason. Iâd give you a good reason for those pretty lips, huh? Use it the way I wanna use it, fill it the way I wanna feel it,â he grunts like he said the most normal thing, yet youâre already squirming, wanting to open your lips, take his fingers in your mouth and suck on them, show him how much of a good girl you can be for him.
He has you on such a hold already, and you canât complain. For someone who seemed to be annoyedâhell, even hated him a few minutes ago, you feel crazy, batshit insane, all you want is him. Â
His fingertips play with your lips all teasingly, pupils blown wide, the other hand caresses your hair so possessively that you melt into his touch. âYou gonna be good for me sweet thing?â
He doesnât have to ask you twice. âYâyes, sir.â
Sir.Â
Godfuckingdammit. You donât know the hold you have on him, do you?
He bites back on the moan that rumbles in his throat, instead settling on a, âGood girl.â Your puppy dog eyes glint at the praise, and he makes a mental note of it. .Â
âGet on your knees fâme, darlinâ,â he grumbles, and youâre quick to obey, not minding the uncomfortable feeling of the wooden floors scraping your knees, or the fact that anyone mightâve walked in, the door was locked, and there was probably no one around yet Mr. Harrington mightâve returned to the ranch at any moment. But he made you feel safe, somehow.Â
You look up at him with those doe-eyes again, making him suck in a breath before he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them off his hips, boxers so tight around his hard cock that he grunts involuntarily. Â
Your eyes go wide the second his erection springs free, almost hitting the tip of your nose, red, angry and leaking with pre-cum, he lets out a chuckle at your expression before grabbing the base of his cock.Â
Same eyes, looking up at him all hungrily, Steve feels the way blood rushes quickly to his cock, making him harder if that's even possible, with a groan he runs the leaking tip across your lips. âOpen up.â
Your hand replaces his quickly, and he runs his fingers through several strands of your hair, teaching you how exactly he wants you.Â
You open your mouth wide, just like he likes it, tongue giving his slit kitten licks, moaning at the taste of his salty pre-cum, wrapping your plushy lips around his thick head, and sucking the life out of him, determined, and feigning innocence with the soft gaze you held.Â
Head thrown back, heavy boots planted on the harsh ground, he lets out a low groan, stroking your hair all softly. âLook at you sâpretty like this for me.â
His hand wraps tighter around your hair, pushing you onto him, making sure you gag a little and that only spurs you on, making you whine around his cock, the sound reverberating through his chest. âCat got your tongue, darlinâ?â He chuckles all meanly.Â
âGod, do you have any idea how many times I wanted to shut up that bratty mouth like this?â He asks with grunts leaving his open mouth, hand working harshly around your head, mouth feeling like heaven the more you bob around his thick length, struggling to take all of him.Â
âThose pretty lips areâmmpf, shitâbetter stuffed with my cock than being a spoiled lilâ city girl runninâ her mouth, ainât that right, baby?â You nod meekly, angelic eyes seeking for his validation before you flatten your tongue around the sensitive part of his tip, struggling to take all of him in your mouth. Earning guttural moans, eyes squeezed shut as he feels your soft lips wrapped around him again.
âFuck, sweet thing.â You can feel his filthy grunts straight in your core, all low and lewd that you almost moan around him again, he puts one hand on the wall, helping himself to better move in and out of your throat.Â
He knows if you keep this up, heâll cum right and there, and fuck, he needs that. But he needs to be inside of you more.Â
You keep up your stroking, now adjusting yourself properly to start licking and sucking on his balls. âSunshine, you need to sâstop,â the words barely leave his lips, he so doesnât want you to stop. But, he needs to cum inside of you.Â
Yet, you donât listen to him as your movement speeds up, determined to feel his load warming your throat, make him proud, and your mouth bobs harder around his length, making him growl at you harshly. âSunshine,â he warns, pulling you by your hair.Â
Youâre quick to take a deep breath of air once he pulls you off, looking up at him with the perfect innocent eyes, your lips wearing the prettiest pout. âWas that not good for you, Stevie?âÂ
Stevie. That nickname makes his head spin faster, all he wants to do is fuck you against those stupid rustic walls, have you screaming out for him, the whole ranch filled with your filthy noises, no one was around anyway.
âYou kiddinâ, sweetheart?â He gives you a chuckle, wrapping his hands around your jaw, pulling you off the floor.Â
âYou were fuckinâ amazing,â he hums, leaning down to kiss you, tasing the salty semen on your tongue.Â
His hands are quick to travel along to your waist, fingertips finding their way onto your panties rather quickly, earning a gasp out of you. âNeed to be in here first, honey.â
You nod, so quickly that you can feel him grinning into the kiss, his hands are everywhere, yours are more or less the same, quick to get rid of his top, to feel his toned chest in your soft hands, your top is sprawled right next to his, revealing your pink and gold bra at him, breasts peeking out just enough to have him groan, big hands quick to get rid of them.Â
He has you caged against the amber walls, back hitting the rough material, making you hiss. Your skin heats at the impact, itâs filthy, lewd, and so public, but none of you even care enough to break the kiss. He settles between your thighs, his pants drooped to his ankles, hands rubbing across your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
The sight of you so easily submitting to him, makes his cock grow harder than he thought was possible, looking so ethereal that Steve forgets all about everything else. âSunshine,â he breathes, hands fiddling with the hem of your panties.Â
âMhmm,â is all you can muster, legs slightly open for him, and he almost feels possessive over you, itâs entirely stupid, but he looks so fucking alluring with those dark chestnut eyes, layered hair a mess, and cock weeping entirely with the thought of you.Â
His thumb runs over the seam of your pussy, just a glimpse of how his fingers are going to ruin you, and you pulse and clench against him already. Wet. Drenched. And all ready to take him. âYouâre soaked,â he groans.
Leaning further into your ear, âis that all for me, honey?â he rasps, desperate, needing your confirmation.Â
Heat grows in your cheeks faster than a scorching day in July, and he grins, again, all cocky and proud. âYes,â you admit meekly, and Steveâs quick to kiss your worries away.Â
âGod, youâre so fuckinâ pretty like this,â he growls, swirling your wetness up and around your slit, almost toying with you, having you desperately mewl for him.Â
He canât put his finger on it, what it is that draws him this much into you, but heâs hooked, so goddamn obsessed that he feels like an idiot, for being this much of an asshole, for acting like a grade school boy whoâs pulling the pigtails of his crush. Like a stupid cliche.Â
âStevie.â That nickname, again. Godfuckingdammit, Steve thinks. You have him so wrapped around your finger, itâs like a prayer, and heâs sure youâre not aware of it. And it drives him even crazier. âPlease.â
âTalk to me.â His voice is low, lips now nipping at your neck, suckling, giving you all the marks you need.Â
âI need you,â you hum, eyes squeezed shut, desperate. His finger discard your panties and slide easily inside of you, your back is fully dipped into the well-worn walls with how good he feels, his thick fingers making their way in and out of your soppy cunt, whines leave your lips faster than you can comprehend.Â
âRuin me, Steve, fully, completely.â You donât know how those words leave past your lush lips, but your thighs ache with need, cunt throbbing for him and him only.Â
His eyes widen quickly, pure hunger quick to fill his veins, mouth hanging open, curses leaving his lips at how forward you are being. âShow me the cowboy hat rule, sir.âÂ
Steve all but groans, mouth harshly on yours again, chests pressed together and you can feel how hard he truly is, rock stiff, and aching to be inside of you. The sheer size of how he feels against your thighs almost makes your eyes bulge again.Â
His fingers stop moving in and out of you, before you can whine, he spins you around so fast that you gasp loudly, hands immediately plastered on the wall, pleasure and excitement fills your tummy, but the fact that heâs seeing you all vulnerable like this is embarrassing enough that you try to close your legs.Â
Heâs quick to stop you with a grin, rough hands landing on the back of your thighs, spreading them open while tutting you. âNuh-uh. Donât get all shy now, princess. Spread them open fâme.â You spread them a little, cunt throbbing with how close his fingers are.Â
He groans again once he fully gets a view of you like this, face down, ass up, your pussy slicked with your juices, at his mercy. ââM gonna ruin you, honey, donât you worry.â A dark chuckle barks out from his chest, sending chills down your spine, almost making you whine.Â
Fuck.Â
His hands are rough when he has you by your waist, bruising almost. Lining his cock in front of your slick core, he swipes the head of his reddened tip inside of you with one forceful thrust. Your plushy lips open slightly, stealing your breath away as you try to adjust to his size.
Shit, shit, shit, he feels even better than you fucking expected.
His cock splits you open, filling every goddamn inch of you. You donât know how many times you thought this, but, shit, heâs as big as the gossip in this small town says he is.Â
His thrusts are slow, grunts so loud and heavenly that it spurs you on more and more. His weight on you, the bruising hold. You feel him everywhere. On your back, hips, and fucking inside of you.
âF-fucking, fuck!â he growls, leaving nibbles all over your shoulder and back, even with the fact that this was Steve, and he was rough and filthy, it was wildly intimate, so wildly intimate that you could feel your heart pounding inside of your chest.Â
âHow are you this fuckinâ tight, s-sweetheart?â One of his hands travel up to your neck, roughly holding you down, hips slamming into you with such force that you cry out.
He watches the way his girthy cock disappears in and out of you, wetting himself with your juices, filling every inch of you. âDoinâ sâgood for me, princess.â His praises are heavenly, making your chest swell with pride.
He moves inside of your soppy cunt with short thrusts. Completely bottomed out, thrusting against the same sensitive spot every time as his balls, heavy with cum grind against your clit, with each movement, making you cry out his name, babbles leaving your mouth. âYeah, you like this donât ya? Want me to ruin this slutty pussy, huh? Ruin it for every other men?â
You nod all dumbly, yet, it isnât enough for him. He wants to hear you, have you scream it out. âSay it, sweet thing, fuckinâ say it,â he groans, coarse voice making tingles appear everywhere on your skin.Â
âI-I love it, Stevie, want you to ruin me for everyone else, mmpf,â you moan all fucked out, eyes rolled all the way back to your head, hips desperately grinding against him for some more friction.Â
He picks up his pace, fucking into you with reckless abandon.âF-fuck doll, wonât last if you keep runninâ that dirty mouth.âÂ
But his words just encourage you to keep going, gasps coming out in short breaths as you manage to drive him crazier. âAll yours, sir, all yours.âÂ
He grunts at that, one of his arms snaking around and under your hips to find a better angle, lifting you up so that he can fuck his cock deeper into you, make you feel how fucking big he really is. âThatâs right, baby, itâs all fuckinâ mine.â
Hot tears spill down your cheeks, entire body burning with it. The slick sounds of his hips driving into you, your moans, his low groans are all that fill the room. So fucking filthy, and you can feel yourself clenching around him.Â
Itâs all too much; his hands everywhere, the lewd noises he makes, how deep his girthy cock is bottomed out inside of you, making you feel every ridge. Itâs fucking perfect, and you desperately need to cum.Â
And of fucking course, Steve can feel your pussy gripping him, so tight that he knows heâs gonna cum right after you do. âGonna cum fâme, huh? Such a good girl,â he praises, again, knowing the effect it has on you and all you can do is gasp and weakly nod.Â
One of his thumbs quickly finds your clit, making your pussy throb around him in pure ecstasy, all the overstimulation enough to have you crying like a bitch in heat. âGive it to me, angel,â he murmurs, pressing open-mouthed kisses everywhere on your skin.  Â
His movements pick up, padded thumb rubbing circles around your clit, the other hand landing on your nipples, twisting them while pumping into you, itâs all too much that it makes you sob and beg for him.Â
âCream my cock, let me ruin you completely, darlinââ Itâs all the confirmation you need as your orgasm builds and washes through you, body exploding with pleasure, spreading through your skin as you scream out his name.Â
Your pussy squeezes and pulses around his cock, and he fucking knows, he wonât last, not in the slightest. âS-shit, sweet thing, gonna make me cum with all those filthy noises.âÂ
âWant that, honey, hmm? Wanna be filled with my cum? Show everybody in this town who owns ya? Owns this tight lilâ cunt?â He feels it, that pure hunger for you over taking him, coarse voice, dark eyes, like a man possessed. His fingers dig further into your skin as he desperately chases his orgasm, enjoying the sloppy sounds your pussy makes as he drives into you.
âP-please, Stevie, n-need your cum,â you weakly hum. And it fucking breaks him. Hips losing all rhythm when he spills his warm load into you, twitching inside of you once he pumps you full of his cum.Â
âJesus fucking Christ, Sunshine,â he breathes, collapsing on your back, both of you trying to come down from the high. He slips free of you slowly, his cum dripping down your thighs, making him grin proudly.Â
âS-steve,â you weakly murmur, collapsing in his arms. He holds you down, slight kisses left on your back, delicate in a way you have never seen him before. Yet, the two of you donât mention it, âlet me take you home,â he mutters, a gentle hold on you that makes you feel warm.
âN-no.â
âNo?â Intrigued, his breath gets caught in his throat, the look you give him is so sultry that the blood rushes to his cock in an instant again. Fucking fuck, what have you done to him.
âWe still havenât followed the rules,â you purr sweetly, causing him to raise his brows in excitement, tempting him further and further.Â
âThe rule was wear the hat, ride the cowboy, wasnât it?â You question with a slight grin, eyes lulled, still fucked out.Â
Your fingertips gently grazed against his chest, hairy and slicked with sweat, his sudden dominance fading when you were so quick to switch from begging to cum underneath him to gaining that flirty, giddy personality again. Already leaving him a mess. âY-yeah,â he murmured, watching you hungrily, his cock already weeping again.Â
âThen, sit down and lemme take care of you, cowboy,â you ordered again, shuddering breaths leaving him in an instant.  Â
Now you were going to ruin him.
Fully.
Completely.
And Steve couldnât be more infatuated. You were truly his demise.  Â
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summary: You hated that you loved Bucky Barnes, and he loved that you could not hate him.
warnings: mention of alcohol consumption, semi-drunkenness, carsex (18+), fingering, oral, swearing, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (donât do it), fuckbuddy!bucky, dbf!bucky, implied age gap, mention of bad boyfriends (not bucky), using nicknames (princess, bunny) , slight degradation - nothing physical, some mention of food
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A loud snap of fingers made you turn your head to him. âAre you even listening to me?â You sighed, pressing fingers on your temples to look like you were trying to remember.
No, you werenât listening. You were thinking how that hot guy was about to give you his number, before James Buchanan Barnes a.k.a the actual devil, snatched you away. Leading you to his car without giving you a chance to say goodbye to the best body you have ever seen.
You. Hated. James. Bucky. Barnes.
âSomething about⌠bunnies?â You shrugged as you turned your head back towards the road. Even though it was almost pitch black, you fought your urge to look at his profile under carâs lights. Even though he was angry and sleepless he looked better than all the guys youâve ever known.
âReally? You are not even trying kid.â He said as he emphasized on the last word. He knew how much you hated the nickname.
âStop calling me a kid. Iâm not that young.â
âI will stop calling you a kid, when you stop acting like one. What were you thinking? What was the point of all that drinking? Get my attention or liver failure?â
The point was to get over your ex boyfriend finding someone before you did. You didnât want to be the one who was stuck in an ended relationship.
You werenât even prepared to the idea that he would start dating in a few months. His post just popped on your phone while you were scrolling through pictures on Instagram. Selfie with her, cheek to cheek and smiling like a true dumbass he is.
Getting ass drunk would be a nice way to forget. But you shouldnât been too drunk to start texting and calling other people.
Especially calling the guy you hated the most. Because he would show up just in time, and yank you away from the guy you were flirting with.
You really shouldnât have drunk texted your on-again-off-again hookup. Neighbour of your parents, a close friend of your dad.
It started just a few days after your heartbreak. You werenât sure of how it started, but you remembered how it ended. In his bed, literally begging him for letting you cum as he pounded into you like an animal.
When you werenât fucking, all you did was argue. Arguments about when to meet up or where to meet up⌠You hated meeting up in his place, so close to your parents. And he hated meeting only for an hour max.
You started fighting and decided to not meet up again. Either of you got tired of all the lies and secrets. It was you more than it was him. Bucky was always sure you would come back to him one way or another.
âRemind me not to call you again.â You huffed, resting your head on the window. Sun was about to shine in a few hours and all you wanted was to get into your bed. All you needed was forget the day and move on.
âSure your parents would be thrilled to know their daughter would end up in jail for DUI.â You turned your neck so fast that it hurt.
âI wasnât going to drive the car!â
âYou getting into car of a drunk idiot is stupid enough too!â
âStop acting like you are my dad! He was fucking hot, and he told me his place was really close.â
âWhat made you believe in him? I know what that kind of guy thinks. It is only getting you to the bed. You would be considered lucky if he bothered to call you the next day.â
âSo? What made you think I am not okay with it?â You saw all the blood rushing to his cheeks, decorating them with a soft pink hue.
âOkay...â He said trying to not go any further with that discussion.
You dropped your shoulders, when you saw how his grasp on wheel tightened and his jaw clenched. If you didnât know him that well, you would say he was offended.
Whether it was because of anger towards him or how tired you were. You didnât say anything back but leant your seat back to at least sleep for the rest of the ride.
âOh no princess, you are definitely not sleeping.â He said just before he slapped your thigh. Small âHey!â fell from your lips. It was fair to expect him to snap and say you crossed a line.
You yanked your leg away from his grasp. He shut you up before you could say anything back. âYou made me get all this way three in the morning. Ofcourse there would be consequences.â
âI didnât ask you to come.â You said as you rubbed your thigh.
âYou sent me a picture of you lifting your skirt and texted all those things you want to do with me. But when I come to pick you up, I saw you on the lap of some dickhead.â
âI was horny. Weâve decided to stop with fooling around. Life moves on James.â As you finished the sentence, his foot stepped on the pedal so quick that he had to use his arm to stop you from falling forward.
âGet in the back of the car.â
âJames, Iâm tired.â
âGet in the back, or I will make you bunny.â You didnât said anything back. Bucky never called you bunny, if he didnât have something on his mind. You knew better than to take the risk of getting him angrier.
You rolled your eyes before unfastening your seatbelt. He caught the sight of your underwear as you bent over to move through the gap between the seats. Even though Bucky saw your pink thong, you acted like you had the upper hand.
âTake off your skirt.â He said before coming next to you. He almost yanked off the door before squishing you on the backseat.
He pulled you by your legs, making you lie down. The cold leather of the seats caused goosebumps on your skin. That and you knew what he was capable of when he was angry.
And he was pissed.
âNot so tired ha, bunny?â His large hands wandered along your legs, moving slowly towards your hips.
A loud noise of your gulp echoed in your brain. You could get used to that view. You legs hooked to his shoulders. His charming face inches over your lucky thong.
âTell me again bunny.â He said as his eyes locked on your figure under his, trying not to smirk at the wet patch on your thong.
âTell you what?â You asked. Blinking at him with nothing else on your mind.
âTell me again the last thing you told me before breaking up with me. So I would not have my way with you.â
âUhm...â He started kissing on the top of your thighs. Index finger was tracing your slit over the thong.
âWe canât keep doing this and not expect one of us getting hurt. Ah-â He bit inside of your thigh, sucking a gentle bruise. âJames.â
He didnât listen to you. If he ever did that was not it definitely.
âIâm listening. Continue.â Kisses, soft bites started decorating your body.
His hands placed next to your waist. His teeth brushed along the band of your thong. You wanted to raise your hips. But the way he looked up at you, the darkness in his eyes, made you stop.
You licked your lips, closing your eyes to concentrate. âWe continue lying to our close ones and soon enough the lies would get out ofââ You stopped as he curled his finger like a hook to pull down your thong.
He mumbled something that you were sure was Russian as he got close to your heat. His eyes looked into your eyes. You knew he was daring you to stop.
If you stop Iâll stop too bunny.
He didnât need to speak for you to understand.
ââhands. Lies get out of our hands. It is too risky and it does not worth it. We both know that this affair does not take LONG!â
He licked a stripe over your slit. As his cold fingers separated your folds. He loved to torture you like this.
âI donât want any of us to get hurt.â You manage to finish your speech as you felt the familiar tingles build up.
The tip of his tongue flicked your clit and you had to hold on to something, his hair, to stop your thighs to close around his head.
âSee this is where you are wrong, bunny. There isnât any chance where you can hurt me...â He said as his fingers collected some of your juices, raising them to his lips. âUnless you try to neglect me of your sweet nectar.â He sucked his fingers clean, you heard a tiny âhmmâ as his fingers touched his tongue.
He raised his head to look at you when he was circling around your weeping hole. âAnswer this, do you want to hurt me bunny?â He wanted to make you weep as much as your pussy.
âN-no. I donât want to hurt you.â
âThen why you try to break things off?â The tip of his finger slowly pushed into your whole. He pulled it back before you could enjoy this. âAre you going to try and break things off again?â Another question he didnât need to hear its answer to. He could read it from your tearful eyes and slight pout. âOh bunny.â He whispered to himself, pride filling his chest.
His finger went back to circling around your hole as he used another one to toy with your clit. You could not stop yourself from curling your toes and try to pull him closer.
That arrogonat smirk on his face made a comeback. âAre you going to flirt with other guys who Iâm sure does not even know what a clit is?â You shook head your again and he pressed his thumb.
âFuck.â You said as you squirmed under his touch.
âNot the answer I am looking for. Do you want to try again bunny?â
âIâIâm not going to flirt with other guy aâand ohgod!â He pushed one inch of his finger inside curling the tip so it would reach your spot. You didnât stop so he wouldnât either. âIâm not going break things oâoff.â
One more inch and you knew you would start to drip onto seats. Before you knew it, his mouth got back onto your clit. âJames!â You said again as you pulled onto his locks.
âShit! Itâs only been a week but your pussy is crying out fâ me.â He said as he stood back up.
Your legs started shaking by the time. You whimpered at the lost contact of his fingers and lips. You also missed seeing him with your thighs wrapped around his head.
You knew if you touched yourself he would bite your fingers and deny you any sort of release. He quickly unfastened his belt and lowered his pants and boxers just low enough to take out his cock.
The tip was swollen red it was starting to leak some precum as he pressed it on your clit. âYou are an attention whore bunny. Itâs been only a week and I find you cosy with another guy. This deserves punishment donât you think?â
âPlease! Iâve been just trying to get your attention.â He smiled at your confession as he aligned his tip.
âTell me you are mine and mine only. If you tell me that, Iâll give you what you want.â
âIâm yours James. Iâm only yours, I do not belong to anybody else.â He started slowly push into you.
He leaned over you to fix the hair got on your face. His lips brushed along yours when you moaned as he found the spot. Your legs started to got down but he held them back. Pushing your bent knee to your chest as he started moving.
His hips started rutting into you slowly. âSo pretty like this bunny. All spread out for me.â His tongue darted out from his lips to giving you a longing kiss. All teeth and tongue, full of lust and desire.
His large hands pulled down your strapless top, letting your tits out. His tongue clicked on top of mouth. âAnd thinking I would be sharing them with some dickhead.â He pushed into you hardly, making you jump into his arms.
âI donât share bunny. Never.â You knew he meant more with those words.
Air inside the car was getting thick because of your panting. His fingers started playing with your nipples to get them erect as he held your tits together and started licking and sucking both of them.
âNot the teeth ah!â You tried to protest but he had already sunk his teeth into your extra-sensitive flesh. Sweet melody of your cries caused him to increase speed. He wanted more.
You yelped as you tried to find something to hold onto, best thing you found was the back of his shoulder as you pressed your nails against his skin. Bruises and scratches would be greeting both of you as first thing in the morning but it didnât bother you as long as it came with pleasure.
âFuckFuckFuck!â Familiar coil started to form under your belly button, and you threw your head back. âJames, please pleaseâŚâ
âWanna cum bunny? Is that it? Mumblinâ because you are too close?â He said after detaching from your nipples with a pop. The little numb was all swollen and covered in saliva.
âY-yes oh.â He slammed his hips onto yours with more force and stayed pressed into you. âCum for me bunny. Cream all over my cock, fuck, you filthy girl, so eager for a release.â He said as he stopped your wriggling hips against is. âHumpinâ me like a cute lilâ bunny.â
Your hips started moving involuntarily, chasing after your release. He helped you with continuing the pound into you. You were chanting his name unable to form more coherent words or sentences.
âThatâs it bunny. Cum for me come on! Iâve got you.â Just after he was finished your release hit you like a wave, causing you to lose all the control of your mind and body.
But he didnât stop, he increased his pace. Chasing his own release using your numb body. ââSo pretty like this bunny. Makes me want to keep you all to myself.â
âIâm all yours.â You whispered, truly meant it. As you became used to the swell on your chest each time you look at him.
You were really his.
âYeah? Are you going to take my cum? Let me breed you? Iâm sure you would love that donât you bunny? All swollen with my cum, looking at me with those pretty eyes. Fuck!â
âYes, yes yes give it to me please.â
âFucking take it. You little cumslut.â You felt the wetness and warmth of his release shoot right inside of you.
He stood there with your legs wrapped around his waist. Looking at your tired and ruined figure. Taking the sight in just before he slowly pulled out.
âWeââ You tried to speak up, trying not to show him how much you missed his cock inside you already.
As he was putting his clothes back on you once were aware of this situation.
There was no We, you two were just fucking whenever one of you needed some release. No matter what you do to get his attention, all you would get was his dick pounding into you. It wonât be his heart.
Sound of glove compartmentâs being closed made you raise on your elbows to look at him.
You saw him take out some tissues to wipe off his leaking cum. âAre you on the pill?â You shook your head, you knew how those were messing up with you. âIâm not ovulating, itâs fine.â He shook his head, âStill gotta get you some plan B. We shouldnât be risking it.â
âSure.â You tried to swallow the ache in your throat, and your pride.
You fixed your top and found your thong on the ground, raising it to put it on. Tension between the two of you was so thick that a saw could not even cut it.
He got back on his seat and started the engine. âThe sun is about to rise, I can drive to a diner and got us some breakfast. There is a place I know makes your favourite. They are also good at making it.â He couldnât hide his smile when he saw your smile at the mention of the food. He loved making you smile like that.
Sleep was the last thing on your mind, since he fucked your brains out. Since it had been more than 10 hours since you last ate something; growling sounds from your stomach was about to come. âSounds good but I want to wear my skirt first.â
âSure bunny.â He said as he tossed your skirt back to you.
And it was a second, just a second, that he felt like he could get used to it.
He could get used to having breakfast with you. He could get used to your face being the first thing he saw as he started his day. He could get used to having sex with only one person, someone really means something to him.
But when your phone buzzed, and he saw your dadâs name on the screen he got back into reality.
You sent it to voicemail, and leaned closer to him over the table. He saw the same smile again on your lips and the familiar spark on your eyes.
âSo what do you say? Your place or mine?â
He smiled back at you, leaning over you. âWhich one do you prefer, bunny?â He knew he could go on as long as you looked at him like that.
As long as you looked at him with love. Even if you were just realizing, he was already an addict for it.
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