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muntitled · 7 months ago

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Sweet Hearts

♡ Mark Lee x afab!reader

♡ Summary: Nothing could sway you from finding your producer attractive and you were okay with that fact...Before you knew it, every recording session was filled with stolen kisses that bled into fiery make-out sessions.

♡ Warnings: Language, Producer!Mark, Idol!Reader, Forbidden Relationship, Friends With Benefits, Mutual Pining, Humor Overworked Losers In Love, Smut (+18) Dom!Mark, Brat Taming, Minors DNI, Massive, Praise Kink, Slight Exhibitionist!Kink, Dirty Talk, Sub!Reader, Dom!Mark,

RAHHH, kinda feral writing this, I'm sorry

From the moment you established yourself in the industry, you had been quite comfortable viewing yourself as an independent career woman, thank you very much. Many men had tried and failed to sway you from the retches of your passion projects respectively. Hyuck being onesuch romantic endevour that had failed to shine in the shadow of your work. You had tried to make it work. You really did.

No amount of dick could keep you away from the studio. It was your hapoy place: nestled in a stuffy booth with your notepad opened on your lap filpped with slightly manic notes and lyrics.

No one, before Mark had ever seemed to share that sentiment.

"I'm a busy girl," your words barely left your mouth before being kissed away by Mark's eager lips. He was panting heavily. You both were, as he pressed you up against the wall of some record exec's boardroom. He swiped your braids out of the way, to better reach the expanse of skin by your neck. Both of you pawing at each other's clothes. Both of you overflowing with yearning.

"I'm a busy dude," he whispered back. "We don't have to turn this into anything serious, Sweetheart..." Mark's thumb was rubbing tentatively at your soft hips, as if waiting for the go ahead before he ravished you.

You had both decided this secrecy was enough. You and Mark perused the halls of your record company, greeting amicably as if you hadn't felt his hands around your throat.

He had kissed and kissed and kissed you, until someone inevitably walked by.

You had never met anyone as sonically obsessed as you are, until you were acquainted with Mark. He, would quickly become not only your incredibly talented and driven producer but also a friend with added benefits.

Before you knew it, every recording session was filled with stolen kisses that bled into passionate make-out sessions. You were developing a frankly perplexing habit of overanalyzing how attractive he looked when he runs his hand through his hair during spells of frustration- or when he got the incomparable burst of genius to freestyle over a beat as if it was a long lost friend. Nothing could sway you from finding your producer attractive and you were okay with that fact...

You couldn't retain satisfactory orgasms from your music alone, could you? You weren't inhumane... you needed a companion.

"I just want you..."

And he had you.

So badly it was beginning to mess with your concentration.

"Alright, let's run it from the top-"

It's not everyday a girl falls helplessly in love with her producer.

"Yo, you good?" Mark's voice sounds from the intercom, dragging your eye from your notebook up towards the two men on the other side of the sound glass.

"From the top?!" Haechan cries incredulously. Without looking at him, Mark nods. Wholly unimpressed by Donghyuck's whining. "I think the song's fine," Hyuck runs a hand through his hair. His large feet stomp on the carpeted floors and you fight off a grin.

Mark scoffs in that way that only Haechan gets him to do and you suck on the straw of your mocha from inside the booth. Your disposition screaming, 'the girls are fighting.'

"Yeah you would think the song's fine," Mark before he rolls his eyes, Hyuck petulantly screams, "What's that supposed to mean!?"

"She clearly wants us to carry on," your teeth clench down on your straw as you're ripped into the middle of their argument.

"Do you want us to carry on?" Mark asks and your throat goes dry. Behind him, Haechan's palms are clutched together as he mouths 'Please, no, please!'

"I-"

You were at a crossroads.

The urge to people please was gnawing at your insides as your eyes drifted from Haechan, a vocal coach you loved and adored and Mark, a producer you'd just started working with...

The urge to give into them both was hanging heavily on you.

"Remember, Sweetheart, it's okay," Mark's voice sounds from the speaker, eliciting a wave of... something you're not quite sure of yet.

A crush... perhaps.

"I would..." You clear your throat, swing Haechan's eyes, "I would feel better if we polished some things up,"

Mark nods along, a small smile tugging at his lips. A look of betrayal on Hyuck's face.

You knew perfectly well that the song was fine, better than fine, actually. The only thing stopping you from leaving the studio was the boring life that awaited you. Your boring apartment with your boring cat (whom you loved dearly). Everything beyond these four walls was as monotonous as the day is long. No one waited for you out there.

In here though...

"Okay, yeah, no. I can't do this," You watch Haechan gather his belongings with incredulous eyes.

"You're abandoning me? We haven't even gotten to the chorus and you're abandoning me."

Haechan's hair is in complete disarray as he types hurriedly on his phone and you're left to watch from inside the booth. "While you re-record and re-record an already perfect record, my stomach has growled 5 times-"

You roll your eyes, "Haechan, food is for the weak. We can do this."

"I can't," He shook his head, evading eye contact as he pulled on his letterman jacket, effectively stowing away hi will to work and be persuaded to work.

"Let him leave." There's something in Mark's tone to suggest you quit trying to persuade Haechan.

"You psychos can overwork yourselves together."

When Haechan left, he took with him, a sense of platonic ease. Here, with Mark staring directly at you, his presence was stifling.

There aren't any actual windows in here... if it weren't for a quick glance af your phone, you would've never known night has already fallen.

"What would really be hot is if you added the last word of the verse, ad libitum. So if you said 'takeoff' but with like a lower pitch in between the chorus and the second verse. I think that would be great," You realize you had taken to swaying in one spot and quickly corrected yourself as you placed your hands on your headphones and nodded, vaguely agreeing but never really hearing anything after the words 'great'. Hearing anything falling from Mark's plump lips at this very moment would send your imagination hurtling into the fiery pits of hell. Him, staring at you so intensely through the glass and behind the soundboard left you unable to focus.

"Sweetheart?" He says, with a finger on the intercom. "Do you get me? If you do, I'm gonna need to hear you use your words, okay?" With his eyes fixed solely on you, waiting patiently for your compliance, you are convinced he was literally and figuratively trying to kill you.

"Sorry," You say, trying to dispute how heavily his words weighed down on you, "I'm thinking about all the babies that die in between you purposely using the words ad libitum instead of just saying ad lib." Saving yourself with swift and easy rebuttal had always been a specialty...

"Sorry, sorry!" Said Mark, "I'll stop with the annoying producer talk," he rolls his eyes behind the glass of his thick-rimmed glasses.

"Dont stop," You find yourself saying, "Its hot.

Seconds pass with Mark's index finger tapping away at the soundboard.

"Continue."

But it was incredibly difficult to continue with your mind and all its unsavory thoughts seeping out of your skull and straight into your lyrics. Perhaps working on the more explicit songs with Mark had been an utterly dire decision, one that practically solidified your downfall.

As you rattle through the dirty lyrics, you make sure to keep a firm gaze on him. Mark maintains eye contact from behind the glass, giving nothing away under his black cap, clad in his short sleeve black shirt and his all black attire.

The dimness of the studio suddenly feels too dim.

This 'mood' that Mark had strived to create in the peroration of your session is suddenly working too well.

Soon, the track is being replaced by Mark's slightly gruff voice echoing in your headphones.

"Sorry to cut you off, Sweetheart," The coolness with which he utters the nickname releases a wave of arousal in your core, and you inadvertently take a seat on the stool closest to you, subtly crossing your legs in front of you.

"I just want you to take note of something for me real quick..." for a moment you’re only nodding slowly, waiting for him to continue but he never does. Mark sits silently staring at you with yet another earth shattering, unwavering gaze. You're confused, which Mark would have found incredibly adorable if you weren't actively being such a brat.

"I said take note of something for me, please." He finally lifts his hand, making vague scribbles into the air.

"Mark. You want me to actually write this down?" He only responds with a succinct, I-dare-you-to-argue-with-me "Please."

You make a petulant display of rolling your eyes. His chuckles bleed into your headphones, disrupting your nonverbal tantrum when he says, "You really are trying it today..."

"Maybe if I had someone to correct this attitude, we wouldn't have found ourselves here, would we?" You mutter the sentence as you're staring into you notepad, completely evading his heated gaze. Silence grows pregnant between the two of you before Mark continues, completely choosing to ignore you.

"I'd like you to take note of the brisk allegro that erupts in the pre-chorus," He spins his pen between his fingers as he reads from his own notes. He looks absolutely worn out and so unmistakably beautiful it makes you want to scream.

"I think that part in particular might be vital in solidifying the overall kick of the actual chorus." Not to mention, seeing him in work mode tickled your ovaries in ways you could never have foreseen. In the studio, you had always been the one wading through the laziness of others, picking up the slack where needed and making it your obligation to ignite your producers with the zeal to work with your meticulous ass. But Mark had turned the tables and for the very first time you find yourself unable to think about work.

"Mark," You send him a bored expression, "I literally make slut music, do you really need to be calling it an allegro?"

He is quick in pressing the intercom to clap back, "Slut music deserves a well mastered allegro too, don't you think?" You're only left to slump your shoulders as he continues.

By this point, you know that he knows exactly what you want for him.

Why you're being particularly difficult to work with.

Why you were fighting him on every term but for some unexplainable reason, he's keeping you from it.

"It's good but I feel like we need a pure unprocessed sound... the song sounds too wet, I dunno,"

You inhale sharply, raising a finger into the air, to which, Mark completely ignores you, keeping his eyes on his notes, his brown locks brushing along his eyes.

"And if you're gonna say 'I could tell you something else that's wet' don't bother, because you'll only get muted."

Your shoulders once again sag and you find yourself audibly whimpering into the mic. That quickly catches Mark's attention, and you're left wading in the scrutiniy of his gaze.

"Fuck, I cant work with you like this." He rakes his fingers through his hair, forcing you to rub your exposed thighs under your miniskirt together for the umpteenth time. "Tell me what you need."

"You know what I need..."

He curses under his breath before sending a worried gaze over his shoulder and you realize you have won. It was custom for Mark to send a worried gaze over his shoulder at the door, as if terrified that Hyuck might storm into the studio, face crimson and finding his best friend not only fucking the object of his interest but dominating her.

"I think you need it too." You're quite literally the snake tempting Eve in the garden and he sends another helpless glance at the door before complying.

"A-Alright. Come out here for me real quick," this is what excited you most about Mark. Hearing the trepidation in his voice mixed with Mark's innate nervousness made you dizzy with desire. His anxiety yet still a need to be dominant... it drove you wild.

"Where is this attitude coming from?" He asks, once you appear by his side, inching towards him as if terrified by your own creation. He does not bother to get up, does not bother to tell you stand in front of him, in between his legs. You just do.

It's as if he's saying 'Do what you want. You're your own person.' Knowing full well how effortlessly you tended to submit to him.

"How wet are you?" He asks then, letting his hands graze your hips as you stand before him. His eyes squeezing shut as he rests his head on your abdomen. Your hands come up to pat down at his hair. Overgrown and brown.

"Why don't you find out?"

Mark is slow to closing the notebook on his lap and putting it vaguely near the soundboard without ever taking his eyes off You.

You can see the dark half moons underneath his eyes, stabbing at, not only your arousal, but your innate need to just take care of him. His eyes remain focused on you as he moves to clamp his hand on your exposed thigh, watching your lips part ever so slightly.

"Consider this a brief, very brief recess."

"Yes sir," You had intended for the words to come off more teasingly than it actually did, but it runs straight through to Mark's dick and he's removing his hands from your skin like you have mustered the ability to spontaneously catch on fire.

"Fuck," he replies, sending one more gaze at the door before looking at you once more. With a shaky breath escaping through his lips, he looks utterly wrecked and completely conflicted. You let him wade through the motions without any input.

You just stand there, waiting patiently for his next command.

Mark sits back in his seat, running both hands down his face before saying, "Fuck, alright. Take your underwear off for me..." You speedily oblige as your hands delve underneath your denim skirt. Mark watches with bated breath and clenched teeth as he rubs his fingers along his lips like he's thinking very deep and very hard about something. You hook your fingers into the sides of your pink laced panties, slowly dragging them down as you and Mark both watch each other with steel gazes.

"Keep the skirt on," His resolve melts, his sight set on your ruined underwear. He notices far too quickly that it's his favorite pair, eliciting another wavering breath from him as his other hand clamps around your thigh to pull you impossibly closer.

"You planned this, didn't you?" You can feel the warmth of his shallow breathing as he places his forehead on your abdomen, while he brings his fingers up to your lips.

"Open your mouth for me..." You automatically obey, bringing your mouth around his middle and index fingers. For a short while, his face remains hidden in your dress as you suck, almost petulantly on his fingers. Perhaps he feels a mixture of shame for enjoying this entire scene far too much and soon, he feels he has to peel his face away from your dress to watch you suck so prettily on his fingers.

"F-fuck, baby," His voice is strained between a mixture of a coo and a moan as he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, almost immediately delving underneath your skirt, slotting them inside your drenched cunt. He is utterly ruthless as he sits on the edge of his seat, one hand claimed around your thigh as his fingers fuck in and out of you with absolute vigor. The man is utterly overcome with lust, sporting his own hard on in his joggers as he looks up at you, "Come on, baby... tell me you feel good, you know you want to."

His voice is dripping sex and your mind is completely blown with pleasure as you throw your head back. It is a mystery how you're still standing, but Mark's grip on your hip is concrete.

"Oh God- your fingers feels so good inside me, Fuck." He rewards you by letting his fingers drift over your swollen clit, racking another torrid moan from your throat as he begins to circle it with purpose. You clamp your head against Mark's hunched shoulders, his face once again buried in your dress.

"I just need'a take care or my little angel, don't I?" He's an incoherent, mumbling mess, his words as sloppy as the hands sliding against your clit, "But she makes it difficult when she's being a stuck up little brat," Your head is still craned back while his face is buried against your abdomen and it is as if you both cannot stand to truly see yourselves in such a depraved, animalistic state.

"You're squeezing my fingers baby- Fuck, is this how bad you needed me?" Mark finally cranes back to look up at you. His cheeks are ruddy and his hooded eyes are blown into saucers, "It's so fucking distracting having you so close to me." Your hips cant against his hands until soon, your legs begin to quiver. Mark brings his arm around your waist, forcing you to stand and take everything he gives you.

"You know when you're really needy like this, all you have to do is ask, baby. You know I love taking care of my baby, don't you?" You nearly cum then and there.

"Please Markie-"

"F-Fuck I didn't plan on fucking you today, least of all here. But I really need you right now, alright, pretty girl?" Your body shudders at the lost of his fingers inside you, one more flick against your clit and you would have came all over his fingers.

"Bend over for me, yeah? Mind the sound board." Mark finally rises from his chair, immediately cupping your face with his hands as he bows his head down to you, "I just wanna feel my baby girl squirm around me-" that particular string of words has you whimpering incoherently as Mark crowds behind you, pushing you up against the desk. Your hands grip the edge, careful not to temper with any sonic equipment as Mark raises your skirt lightly. His hand grazes your bare ass and you're sent reeling as your own anxieties begin to set in. You're made strikingly aware that you had never actually had sex in the studio. Lightly touching and horny pawing at each other is the most that has ever been achieved within these four walls but going all the way...

"Daddy- I m-mean, Mark, can we-"

"Shh- it's okay." He says, as if reading your thoughts, "It's totally fine, barely anyone's here. They all left-" while he coos in your ear, you feel Mark lightly push you over the desk before lifting your skirt. He tries to brush over the 'daddy' thing for the sake of your own pride but he can't help the way his cock twitched at your slip of the tongue.

"Holy fucking shit." His curses bring your mind to unholy places, being someone that rarely ever swears. Mark is absolutely far gone as he is quick to bring his cock out of his sweat pants and ease into you without a second thought.

"I need you to call me daddy again." He admits as he begins fucking you with absolute fervour. His hand is on your hip, forcing you to take each and every bit of him.

"F-fuck," is all you're able to say as he bottoms out inside of you. Your walls contract around him, stopping him for pulling out too far, and only swallowing him deeper until the head of his cock is pushing up against a bundle of sensitive nerves. You're left to squeeze your own breasts as Mark fucks you from behind, lost in the haze of chasing his own orgasm.

"Baby, if you want me to cum quick enough I need you to call me Daddy in that sexy fucking voice of yours. Tell me how good I make you feel."

"F-Fuck daddy you make me feel s-so"

"F-Fuck, I'm not gonna last long-" He warns.

You'repanting, as Mark begins to rut against you with little to no more constraint.

"No one slese can make you feel this good, baby?" His eyes are half crescents as he says, "Tell me you love me baby,"

"I love you, daddy- I fucking need you-"

Oh-fuck I'm going to c-cum" He exclaims, eyes squeezed shut before forcing them open.

"Oh-god, oh fuck,"

His orgasm, sparks your own. Mark hisses as he drags his cock out of your cunt before spilling his seed all over your ass. He's shaking so bad, some even reaches your skirt but he's too far gone to care.

Soon, your orgasm blazes through you like a million suns burning in your core all at once. Mark is absolutely enamored. "Back to work."

"Mark- my underwear."

"Just..." he sughs, his lips pressing against your cheek in a lingering kiss, "Get back in the booth."

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2cupids · 2 months ago

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warnings! camgirl!reader, use of a d.ildo, m.asturbation (f & m), reader tastes herself. mdni (17+).

length. 1.2k+

bachelor!jaemin who works a physically demanding blue collar job that leaves him feeling empty and soulless almost every, single day. and as good as the money is, he finds himself growing more and more tired of the same lackluster routine each day.

he chooses to relieve the stress caused by his job by blowing off steam at the gym, having a drink at the bar at one of the nearby restaurants, or simply just spending a quiet evening unwinding with his favorite meal as he sits back on the couch and appreciates the view of the city from his high rise apartment, occasionally even snapping a picture with his camera.

though he would have to say his ideal choice of relief at the end of a long day is when he gets to return home on the days you stream. the excitement that flows through his veins as he logs into the website and waits for your stream to start precisely at six o’clock is unmatched.

apart from your charming personality, pretty face, and lovely body of course, he was drawn to your creativity and dedication with every cosplay or costume you dressed up in, even noting the small details you would add to your makeup to really bring the outfit together. it was cute. honestly, he found everything you do cute, borderline adorable if he had to admit it.

he sits behind the computer screen with a smile on his face, typing his response anonymously behind his username as you talk to him and the other viewers with that bright look in your eye that could brighten even his gloomiest day. you recognize his user as one of your top viewers as you read his comment about how he finds the little bunny costume you have on today incredibly cute and you blow him a kiss.

right as he’s about to send you his second tip of the stream, another viewer beats him to it, tipping you and asking for a three-sixty of the outfit and you kindly oblige. jaemin leans back into the soft leather of the chair as he watches you do a slow turn for the camera to show off the costume. between your tits, hips, thighs, and ass, he doesn’t know where to look as his eyes roam over every visible part of you and he can’t but wonder how you could be anymore perfect in his eyes. “..damn,” he murmurs quietly, as he squeezes his dick underneath the computer table, feeling his jeans become a little tighter.

eventually, you get to the part of your stream that all your horny viewers are waiting for where you’re driving a big, fat, plastic dildo into your sticky core as your legs are spread nice and wide for the camera. your moans fill the expanse of the room as they filter through the speakers over into jaemin’s side, causing an intimate feel to permeate throughout the room.

jaemin’s rough, calloused hand glides effortlessly up and down his lubricated cock, wrapped tightly around his thick shaft like a makeshift vice. tips and comments continue to flow into the chatroom and you try your best to read each one, your breathy voice sending a shiver down his spine.

it almost feels like he’s on facetime masturbating with you by the way your heavy lidded eyes gaze into the camera seductively as you play with your pussy. jaemin’s tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip while he watches the juices that coat the toy you’re fucking youself with as it glistens under the bright lights of your set up. all he can think about is how much he wishes he could take the place of that stupid dildo, and how much better he could make you feel instead of a piece of plastic. you deserve it. not to mention how he imagines just how crazy tight pussy clenching around him would feel, sucking him in deeper and deeper into your warm, gummy walls.

he teases the head of his dick, smearing the oozing precum around his sensitive slit as his hips jerk into his hand from the stimulation and a thick moan leaves his lips. your soft voice reaches his ears again as you start to talk to the audience again. now your other perfectly manicured hand is stuck between your legs rubbing your clit as you pant with teary eyes. “oh my gosh. shit..,” you whimper. “let’s– uhmmp– let’s cum together.”

that soft, shaky voice of yours triggers something inside of him and he leans his head back against the head rest as he continues to watch you, now furiously fisting his cock as if your words were a command and he’s determined to obey them. your sweet sounds get louder as your face screws up in pleasure as you get even closer.

deep grunts originate from jaemin’s core and a thin layer of sweat covers his forehead. his body trembles slightly as his chest heaves until he suddenly freezes. his eyes close as orgasmic bliss fills his entire body, his heavy balls contracting as his cum spills from his dickhead and onto his hand. your voice pitches up in volume as your orgasm rushes over you as well, your release creating a shiny film on the sex toy as you cum all over it.

you quietly catch your breath as the comments continue to go wild and the sound of laughter is pushed out of your chest as you read them. reaching for a tissue to clean himself up, he glances up at the screen upon hearing your laugh and he can’t but smile yet again at your adorable little laugh, only to have that pleasant sound silenced a few seconds later as your lips wrap around the girthy toy, slobbering on it before moving to drag your tongue along it to taste yourself and jaemin’s dick starts to come to life again while he watches you.

after cleaning himself up, he leans forward to send another donation and to send a comment praising your performance. it’s nearly impossible to miss the way your eyes lingers on the camera as you read the compliment and thank him. it’s as if you know it’s him and you’re staring into his soul with those big, pretty eyes of yours.

jaemin stays until the end of your stream like always and keeps tipping random amounts of money at anything he finds cute that you do or more sexual acts you perform. time seems to fly and just like that, you’re already starting to bid your goodbyes to your viewers, making sure to give an additional shout out and thanks to your top viewers like you usually do.

“and lastly, a special thanks to 0813kitten,” you read off jaemin’s user and throw him a flirty wink. “see you gentlemen on sunday. like i always say, don’t jack off without me, but if you must, make sure to be thinking of your favorite model.. goodnight!” with one more wave to the camera, you click off your stream and finish it up for the night. jaemin looks at the dark square where you were just a mere few seconds ago and sighs deeply, already counting down the time until he can see you again.

god, what a hold you have on him.

tagging <3 @cheezemanz

cleo’s note. girl why this kinda ass but anyways, thank you for reading lol. feedback is appreciated!

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xotaemintol · 5 months ago

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MARK.LEE x F BLACK READER - SO ANXIOUS

“We can’t just keep talking ‘bout the last time…you were here, what we did…”

//This fictional oneshot includes the following: unprotected sex, fem pet names (good girl, pretty girl.) mentions of masturbation, oral sex, nipple play, tongue kissing, and mentions of getting caught. If you are a minor GO AWAY! But if you are triggered by any of these things please look away kindly, thank you.//

|5.4k wc| feedback is much appreciated>^< |

You sat on Donghyuck's couch feeling frustrated. He invited you over but went to bed in the middle of the movie, and because it was so late he recommended that you stay the night. So you sat on the couch sulking as you continued the movie you were supposed to finish with Hyuck.

"Y/N?" You flinched hearing Mark's voice in the darkness, immediately you grabbed the remote, nervously fumbling it around before pausing the movie and turning your head to him.

"I didn't know you were here, why are you sitting there by yourself?" He asked. You shifted around nervously and laughed a little.

"Uhm, Hyuck went to bed early." You responded, "We were supposed to be watching a movie but he kept dozing off." You explained.

Mark nodded, in the dimly lit living room you could just barely make out him stuffing his hands into the pockets of his pajama pants. Standing there awkwardly.

"I didn't know you were here either, he didn't uhm..." You cleared your throat and sat up straight, "He didn't tell me." Mark nodded again and looked at the tv, then back at you.

“So uhm, what’re you watching?” He asked, you turned back to the tv and raised your eyebrows. “Oh!” You exclaimed, “Uh, Don’t Buy The Seller. It’s about this woman who buys a used dryer or something from this guy but it doesn’t work…”

You paused for a moment. It’s been so long since you’ve been alone with Mark. Ever since a slight mishap four months ago, you’ve been so awkward around him. Although he seems to be mostly comfortable, it’s obvious that your reaction to what happened still has him on eggshells.

With a slight hesitation you looked back at him and asked; “Do you wanna…watch it with me?” In an anxious manner he responded: “Yeah, that’d be nice.”

Now as Mark sat beside you with his hands sweating and his heart pounding, you both sat facing forward—watching the movie in complete silence. It was like you were both afraid to move. The remnants of that night still fresh in your mind.

You can still see it so clearly in your head. The way he held you against his body, ignoring the sounds of your friends playfully cheering as they egged you both on—he slowly leaned in and you followed. Sat on his lap with your hands pressed softly against his chest, and gripping his shirt when your lips finally touched.

It was just a short kiss. It only lasted about seven seconds, no more and no less. But, it was so intimate, and intense, and passionate. Your mind felt so clouded afterwards and you couldn’t even continue playing the game.

“Awww! Are you really forfeiting?!” Chenle teased. If not for their teasing, that kiss wouldn’t have happened—a good and a bad thing. When you looked at Mark you felt like your whole body was going to burst into flames. Of course you went home early that night.

In Marks mind, as he sits beside you all he can think about is how much you must regret that day. Watching you frantically put on your jacket and shoes as you ordered a cab home made him feel so stupid. It was his fault for accepting the dare. If he’d just said no then he would have only had to take a shot. But when you looked at him and laughed as you teased him about being scared, he felt like he was finally winning.

If only he could go back in time and force himself to say no or deny Chenle’s insane dare. Then he wouldn’t be sitting next to you feeling so anxious.

Neither of you had moved an inch or said a word, it only made the tension worse. You couldn’t tell if it was hot or if you were only imaging things. You couldn’t stay like this, you felt like you were going to suffocate.

You opened your mouth to speak, slowly turning to him—but Mark was going the same thing. Before you could get a word out he spoke.

“I’m sorry.”

“Huh?”

You looked at Mark with a confused expression. What did he have to be sorry about? The tension? The silence? The heat? The kiss? Why would he apologize? It’s not even like him, he always goes completely silent before apologizing first. That’s not his thing.

“For kissing you…I shouldn’t have, I should’ve said no.” Slowly, the confused expression on your face turned into a look of amusement.

You grinned a little and cocked your head to the side.

“Why would you be sorry about that?”

He had no reason to feel that way. You wanted to kiss him, you made it known the moment Chenle gave him the dare. You were literally shaking in your seat waiting for Mark to say yes, if anything—you felt it was your fault for teasing him when he looked like he was going to back out.

“I mean, for making you uncomfortable. If I knew you didn’t feel that way then I wouldn’t have-“ You stopped him, snickering as you asked; “Uncomfortable? Did I look uncomfortable?”

He paused, now looking at you with a blank expression. It’s obvious Mark remembers that night differently from you, so you ask him.

“Do you remember how that night went?” Slowly shaking his head he licks his lips and says; “I’ll be honest, it’s kinda like, not a blur but like patchy? Like I can remember it, but I can only remember you leaving and then you being super nervous around me afterwards.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, the movie still playing in the background.

“I told you to kiss me, I even made fun of you for almost saying no to the dare. If anything, I should be saying sorry.”

Realization hit him like a bus. His eyes slowly widened and he let out a nervous laugh, covering his mouth as he said; “Really?” With a smile on his face.

“I mean, I just can’t remember you saying that. Like I remember you teasing me about it, but I don’t remember you telling me to you know, kiss you.”

The awkward tension had finally fallen off your shoulders, but it was quickly replaced with one much more intense—enjoyable, but heavy and sexual.

Even like this Mark is so charming. His anxious stammering and his facial expressions are just as swaying as always. How could you not want him?

“How could you forget that? What were you thinking about while I was on your lap?” You asked, Mark immediately looked away from you and shook his head. Chuckling to himself.

“Nothing…” You raised your eyebrows at his suspicion response and asked again. “Pfft. I’m not telling you.”

“Why not?”

“Because…”

“Because what?” You pressed.

Mark paused. His thoughts were getting the better of him. How could he admit his filthy thoughts out loud? How can he possibly tell you how in that single moment every fantasy he’d had, every time he’d shamefully touched himself, fucked his fist, and said your name—played in his mind and drowned out the sound of your voice?

“I uhm…I don’t remember.” He lied.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, for some reason, you wanted to know what it was that turned that night into a jigsaw puzzle in his mind. So, you mustered up all the courage you had and channeled your most confident self.

But with a shaky voice you asked; “Should we recreate it then?” Mark laughed, his voice cracking as he said loudly; “What?!” So unbelievably anxious.

“To jog your memory, obviously there’s a lot you don’t remember. Should we refresh your mind?”

He couldn’t believe he was doing this. Sitting beside you with his tongue pressed against his cheek and his legs spread, he leaned his head back against the couch and let out a short puff of air. Trying to regulate his body.

“Y-Yeah…” Mark looked at you, his head resting on the couch as he said in a soft and slightly desperate tone: “Help me remember it…”

You felt like you were going to melt. Slowly, you stood up knocking the soft blanket that covered your legs onto the floor. You stood in front of him, preparing yourself mentally for what was about to happen. You wouldn’t dream of backing out now.

“Are you sure you want to do this though?” Mark wrapped his hand around the back of your thigh, pulling your body between his legs as he looked up at you with his eyebrows knotted together and his face red.

“If I weren’t I wouldn’t have asked.”

You tried to seem confident, but as you inhale deeply and placed your knee on the couch beside his waist you felt your whole body begin to tremble in excitement.

“Let me help you…” Mark grabbed your hand and sat back further on the couch. Allowing your legs to fold on the sides of his hips as you slowly sat down.

The second you were seated on his lap you both felt flashes of heat wash over your bodies. You could feel the heat from his thighs through both of your thin pajama pants, and you were praying he couldn’t feel the heat radiating from your pussy.

“So…we were just like this…” You spoke slowly and licked your lips. Your brain felt so scattered as you spoke.

“Mhm, yeah?”

Marks voice was so smooth and soft, you almost rolled your eyes in pleasure at the sound of his soft hum.

“And…your hands…” You grabbed his hands and carefully placed one on your hip and the other on your back.

You shuddered as he adjusted them a little, moving one to your lower back and the other to the middle—right in the little curve.

“…Your hands were right there.” He nodded and licked his lips, moving his hips back just a little; trying to create space between your butt and his crotch.

Before you’d even sat on his lap he felt himself getting hard, but now with his hands on your body and you on his lap he knew it was only a matter of milliseconds before you felt his dick pressing against you.

“And my hands were here.” You placed your hands on his chest and lightly gripped his shirt.

You both freeze. Looking at each other as that kiss replayed in both your minds, just like before he slowly leaned in and you followed. Forgetting the purpose of all of this as your nose bumped against his.

“I think I remember now…” He said in a low and gentle tone. You felt like you could hardly speak, breathlessly you ask him what.

“I was thinking…” There was no need for him to hide it now. He was fully erect and the heat from between your legs was so noticeable, you couldn’t hide it if you tried. His brain was on autopilot and the only thing working was the part that thought of you.

“You look so pretty on my lap.” Your stomach felt like it was doing flips, between your legs there was a strong pulsating feeling accompanied by a warm wetness that was beginning to spread.

There was nothing left to say. Finally, Mark closed the space between you. Settling the aching desire to feel his lips on yours.

Just like last time he kisses you slowly, his soft lips melting into yours before his tongue slips into your mouth. The feeling of it against your own makes you feel so dizzy. You could kiss him forever and eight years.

He held you closer and moved his hands to your hips, pressing them down into his own. It doesn’t take a sign for you to get the hint. Pressed down onto his erection you begin slowly moving your hips, moaning quietly into his mouth as the friction causes you to feel more needy and sensitive than before.

“You’re so fucking pretty…” Mark muttered against your lips as he pulled away. Your body felt weak, your hands just barely grip his shirt as you move your hips in a circular motion.

Mark pulled away but only to move onto your neck and shoulders, kissing them through your thin shirt. He was so excited. He’d dreamt about this for so long now.

“Can I take it off?” You looked down at him and he looked back up at you, the fire in his eyes and the feeling between your legs paired perfectly.

You nodded your head and relaxed your body a little, letting him bunch your shirt up and throw it to the side, revealing your bra. Oh how he’d pictured you on his lap, in nothing but a bra. He couldn’t believe that it was coming to fruition.

“Fuck, you’re so damn gorgeous.” He kissed the middle of your chest, then your shoulders, and then the top of your breasts. His hands slipping to your back and poking at the clasp of your bra. He didn’t even had to ask.

“Take it off.” And you didn’t have to tell him twice.

Mark fumbled with the clasp of your bra for a second or two, struggling to get it off he laughed nervously and looked at you.

“Sorry, I uhm, I’m so nervous...” You giggled and stopped him. “You’re nervous?” He nodded.

“But, I’m ready. I’ve been waiting for you for so long, you don’t know how badly I’ve wanted this.” You offered him a comforting smile and kissed him passionately.

“Take your time…there’s no need to rush.” He exhaled deeply, his chest filed with excitement as he nodded his head and slowly unhooked your bra.

Mark waited. Holding his breath as the straps loosened and fell from your shoulders just a little. He thought he’d evaporate if he moved too quickly, so he slowly peeled them away. Moving them down to your arms slowly as his eyes focused on your breasts.

Fully exposed you sat on his lap trembling in excitement, pure greed and desire clouding your mind as he groped one of your breasts, rolling one nipple between his finger and thumb while slowly and carefully sucking the other.

Your back arched and you closed your eyes. Cursing softly as your hips shuttered.

“Fuck…Mark…”

He’d been waiting longer than you could ever imagine to hear you moan his name like that. His dick was throbbing, aching to be touched but all he wanted to do was touch you. Please you, make your body react, hear your voice and do all the things he’s imagined.

As he switched his mouth to the other nipple you shivered as his saliva dried on the other, creating a cooling sensation as he gave the other the same treatment. Groping the other with his full hand as he looked up at you to watch your expressions. Wanting to see your face scrunched up in pleasure just like he did in his dreams.

Although it felt good, you wanted more. The feeling of grinding against him wasn’t enough anymore.

“W-Wait…” You placed your hand on his shoulder and Mark stopped, letting go of your breasts as he breathlessly waited for you to say what you wanted.

“Can I touch you?”

“Touch me?”

You moved back just a little, sitting more on his thighs as you placed your hand on the bulge in his grey pajama pants. Mark shuddered and bit his lip.

“Can I suck it?” He let out a short laugh, in pure disbelief as he nodded his head. “I-I mean, if you want to, do anything you want.”

You got off his lap and onto your knees in front of him. The sight of you in front of him like this made his whole body feel like it was static.

Helping you remove his pants he lifted his hips and placed his hands beside yours as you tugged on them. As they drop to his ankles you look at him with hungry eyes and he returned it. He wanted to eat you alive.

You raised up more and he helped you remove his boxers. The air hitting his dick made him quietly whimper. Laying against his stomach it leaked a small puddle of sticky precum, the clear substance leaving a small trail behind as you take it in your hands and bring it up to your mouth.

He had nothing to say, watching with full eyes as you got closer.

Your soft lip place a kiss on the head of his dick, kissing the slightly enlarged and pink slit as you watched his face.

Mark’s nose scrunched up as he licked his drying lips and tried to relax.

“Why do you look so nervous?” You teased. Mark could hardly make the words out, saying simply; “You’re just so…you make me feel so excited.” He admitted.

“Do I?” Just as he opened his mouth to respond you swiped your tongue across the slit of his cock. Causing him to let out a choked moan. “F-Fuck.” His voice cracked as you laughed softly in a teasing manner.

You repeated this action, collecting the mostly flavorless substance on your tongue. When you finally felt ready you took just the head into your mouth.

Mark stiffened up. Holding his breath he sat tongue tied and on edge, his whole body overcome with pleasure.

“T-Take you…oh my god.” He threw his head back and fell silent as you swirled your tongue around and took his dick just a little deeper. His stomach felt tight and tingly, his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he swallows and tries his hardest not to break so fast.

“Take-Take your time…please.” He said, more for his sake than your own at this point.

You closed your eyes and relaxed your jaw, placing your tongue on top of your bottom teeth as you took him even deeper, the feeling his the tip of his dick hitting the roof of your mouth made you feel so horny.

You’d imagined this for so long. The feeling his the vein of his cock rubbing against your tongue, how heavy it felt in your mouth as you slowly bobbed your head—stroking what you couldn’t get into your mouth.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good baby…so fucking good.” Placing his hand on the back of your head, avoiding pushing your head down Mark’s hips buckled unintentionally. “L-Look at me baby, let me look at your pretty eyes.”

With drool dripping from your mouth and pooling around the base of his cock you opened your eyes and looked into his. He melted right away and closed his eyes.

“So fucking pretty…such a good job…such a good…good job.”

As good as it felt this wasn’t Mark’s plan. Sure he’s imagined you sucking his dick before, but that could wait. What he really wanted was to please you.

“W-Wait wait wait…wait baby, wait.”

You stop completely, his cock coming out of your mouth with a soft popping sound—a line of your saliva and his precum connecting between your mouth and his dick.

“Let me touch you, I wanna make you feel good.”

Kicking his pants and underwear off his feet he helped you up to your feet and stood up, giving you a short peck on the lips before helping you lay down on the couch.

“Just like that, good girl.” You bit your lip and smiled uncontrollably at his praise.

Mark joined you on the couch, mounting you carefully to kiss you again. This felt so much different than it did on his lap, you felt more exposed but it felt so good.

“Can I taste you baby?” Your mind felt like it was buffering. With hazy eyes you nodded your head. “Yeah? You want me to make you feel good?”

Kissing his way down to the band of your pants, Mark kept his eyes on you.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.” Slowly, he pushed your pants down, your underwear caught underneath the bunched up hand of your pants come down with them. “How many times…” He kissed your thigh, “I imagined the pretty faces youd make while I’m eating you out.”

Mark littered your thighs in kisses, leaving your pants and underwear at your calf’s.

“I wanna make you feel so good, you deserve it so much baby.” Your body was trembling. Even in a moment like this Mark can’t wait a second to vocalize his emotions.

Finally, he removes the last bit of your clothes completely. Feeling shy you looked away and closed your eyes, but this wasn’t going to fly with Mark so he reached up and grabbed your hand.

“It’s okay baby, look at me.” He waited before doing anything else. Letting you get a good look at his face, allowing you to look into his eyes for a second and relax before he proceeded. “Just relax, okay?” You nodded your head slowly and inhaled deeply.

“I promise, I’ll take care of you, okay? I’m gonna make sure you feel good.”

After making sure you were comfortable Mark raised legs and instructed you to place them on his shoulders, leaving him in between your thighs and face to face with your pussy.

“You’re just so beautiful baby.” Mark started with a few kisses, testing the waters to make sure you were fully comfortable before dragging his tongue up your slit.

Your body tensed and your toes curled.

“Relax for me, just lay back.”

Mark’s tongue glides up your pussy one more time, collecting your love on his tastebuds before he closes his eyes and begins focusing his tongue on your clit. His mouth practically clings to you as he moves from your clit for just a second, licking up the juices that drip from you as he moves his hand down to his dick.

He couldn’t help himself. The taste of you and the sound of your voice made him feel so desperate. As he slowly stroked his cock he went back to your clit and traced small hearts onto it.

Your legs shook beside his head, fueling his desire to please you even more than before. He moved his hand from his dick and used his elbow to prop himself up as he slipped his other hand between your bodies.

Slowly and carefully he stroked your entrance with his middle finger, using your love as lubricant so he wouldn’t hurt you as he slipped it inside.

“Oh my god! M-Mark!” He grinned against your pussy, chuckling softly as a wet sound comes from his mouth. He pulled away for just a second, saying; “You sound so good like this.”

Mark curled his finger upward, rocking his wrist back and forth as he drew small circles on your clip—applying just a little pressure on the bundle of nerves.

His hand was already getting soaked, dripping down his wrist and onto the couch; it would definitely leave a stain that Hyuck would likely ask about later but Mark couldn’t care less.

“N-No…oh fuck…I-I, I’m gonna…I fuck.” You strung together whatever words you could manage out, trying to warn Mark about the feeling in your stomach. But he didn’t stop for a second.

Instead, he slipped another finger inside and went a little faster. Drawing out a loud moan from you that he was sure his sleeping roommate would hear. He could feel your velvety walls convulsing around his two digits, making him put more focus into stimulating your clit.

“Mark! Mark! Mark I-I- fuck! Feels so g-good!” He looked up at you, watching you writher around as he went a little faster.

Your voice broke before you went completely silent. The only thing to be heard was a small build up of liquid that began gushing out, wetting the lower half of his face, his arm, and even his bicep.

The knot in your stomach had tightened and snapped before you could even warn him. Your body jerked as you pushed his head away, but instead of stopping he kept going for a second longer. Enjoying the sound of your whimpers as you told him it was too much.

Chuckling, he finally let up and sat on his knees between your legs as your body jerked and shook from the orgasm ripping through you.

“Breathe for me baby,” Mark said, he placed his hand in your stomach and watched you with a smirk on his wet face. “In…and out…” You followed and closed your eyes. “Just like that, good girl. You’re so good at listening.”

He leaned down and kissed you, the taste of yourself on his tongue as he slips it inside of your mouth. You weren’t even close to being done yet, not without feeling him inside of you.

“Mark,” You whined as you pushed your hips towards his. “Fuck me, please?”

Mark bit his lip and sat up, cursing softly as he looked around. He didn’t have a condom. Of course he wouldn’t, he’s in the living room.

“Let me go grab-“ You stopped him as he started to get up, placing your hand on his forearm you looked up at him with glittering eyes as you said in a coaxing tone he couldn’t deny; “It’s okay, please just fuck me.”

He never thought he’d be doing this. But here he is, denying what he knows is right as he lined his dick up with your entrance. Allowing you to brace yourself as he began to grind against your already sensitive pussy.

“You sure baby? I don’t think I’ll be able to pull out…” You nodded and opened your arms, wanting to wrap them around his shoulders. You looked so damn pretty.

“Shit…” Mark cursed and slowly pushed himself inside of you, slipping inside so easily.

Your wet heat pulls him inside, engulfing him with a softness that he could only dream of. Your walls pulse around his dick as he whimpered, eyes almost watering as he bit his bottom lip so hard it might bleed. The feeling was almost too intense.

The way you called out his name and dug your nails into his shoulders made him want to cry. He’s never felt so good. His hand could never, ever compare to the feeling of you.

“I-I’m gonna put it all the way in…” Mark spoke slowly, but his words were still messy. All you could offer as a response was a nod.

Laying underneath him as his dick stretched you out, filling you up so deliciously as he began panting above you.

Mark was so careful. Being as slow as he possibly could, letting you feel every inch, every vein, and every throb of his cock. And when you looked and felt ready, he began moving. He pulled his hips back just a little and then moved them forward again.

“S-So deep…” Your voice faded out as his slow and long strokes turned your brain off.

“Does…Does it feel good baby?” He asked, sounding so lewd and smug. “You feel how deep I am?” You nodded your head, arching your back as you gasped for air.

The feeling was so passionate, you were already sensitive but with him pressed against every spot inside of you it felt like you were going to float away and he had just barely gotten started.

“F-Faster…”You looked up at Mark, you didn’t have to beg. His broken expression told you that. “Please, go faster.”

“Faster,” Mark changed his pace, stroking a little longer and a little faster. “Like this baby? Hm?” Your eyes rolled back and you slapped your hand against the arm of the couch. “You want…fuck…you want me to go faster? Huh?”

As Mark sped up you grew louder. Gripping the armrest as your body went weak. You felt like you were chasing after your every breathe. It was like that one request pushed him to the edge.

“J-Just like that!” You yelled out. Moaning so loud as if Donghyuck wasn’t just one room over.

“Just like that just like that fuck Mark! Mark! Mark! fuck yes like yes like that like that right there.” Your words jumbled together as he began fucking you a little harder.

Your praise and broken sentence made Mark feel like he was going crazy. Letting out a mixture between a croak and a whine he pushed your legs back and placed his hand over your mouth, knowing that if he didn’t Donghyuck would catch you before you could finish.

“You feel so fucking so so so fucking good you’re so so so so pretty so fucking pretty, such a pretty pussy, is it mine? Hm? Is this pretty pussy all mine?”

You cried out into the palm of his hand and threw your head back, shaking your head as you shouted yes into his hand. Chanting that it was his as he muffled your screams.

“I knoooww, I know baby, it’s so good? Huh? It’s good? Just nod your head for me, just nod that pretty head for me baby.”

Mark slowed just, allowing you to savor every stroke.

“M’gonna uncover your mouth…b-but…you gotta stay quiet, ‘Kay? Just for a second, you can do that…r-right? You’re a good girl, such a good girl…you can stay quiet for me, right?”

You shake your head, looking up at him with your eyebrows knotted. Mark chuckled and stopped completely. His dick throbs and his body jerks, feeling increasingly horny as he kissed you.

“Donghyuck is gonna catch us.” He said breathlessly, you tried to regulate your breathing—responding in slurred words: “Let him.” Mark grinned and kissed your forehead, as he leaned back on his legs and ran his hand through his sweaty hair he shook his head at you.

“You’re so cute like this, be as loud as you want then. Don’t worry about anything but feeling good for me, okay? All you have to do is enjoy yourself.” You nodded your head and weakly smiled at him.

Mark gave you just one more second before starting again, this time instead of starting off slow, he started off with quick and sharp thrusts. Slamming his hips into yours harshly. You couldn’t even make a sound, one small yelp of pleasure forcing its way out of your throat before you went silent once again.

Melting into the couch as your toes curled and your eyes rolled back.

“Ooouuu, there it is…like that baby?” You couldn’t even nod your head, laying there helplessly as Mark fucked your every thought away.

“I know…I know…” You let out a quiet sob, trying your hardest to find something to grab onto. “Shit…I’m so close…”

As Mark’s stomach tightened he reached down and began rubbing your clit. Trying his hardest to make you finish before he did.

“Ma-Mark!” You gasped for air and dropped your legs, reaching down to grab his hand. You tried to beg, pleading with him to slow down as an intense feeling washed over you. Your whole body tensed up and your eyes closed tightly.

You felt like you were going to explode.

Mark could feel your walls tighten around him, clamping down on him uncontrollably. He tried to hold back, his fingers moving messily as he began panting. Moaning loudly as he let out strings of curses.

“F-Fuck fuck fuck…” Feeling the pressure in his stomach build he considered pulling out early, but the risk was so worth the feeling of you finishing around him.

“I-I…I- oh my god!” You lightly hit his chest as you came for the second time.

“S-Shit…” Hurriedly Mark pulled out and began stroking his cock, his face twisted with pleasure as he pleased himself above your body.

“So pretty s’pretty fuck…” He whined. Mark held his breath, tensing up as his cum spurted out onto your stomach. The thick, white and slightly creamy substance dripping down your sides, pooling on your sweaty skin.

Mark sat back and you laid there, both of you take a second to collect yourselves. Just looking at each other before laughing.

“Uhm, I guess my memory is refreshed now.” You rolled your eyes playfully and laughed at Mark’s corny joke. “Sorry, let me get you a towe-oh!” He paused as you swiped your finger through his cum and licked it up.

“Let’s get cleaned up before Hyuck catches us.”

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imhaechanshoe · 4 months ago

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random texts with boyfriend!haechan

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jupiter-letters · 1 year ago

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Having thoughts about Husband!Art and his hands...

A/N: A little fic this weepy eyed blonde boy, I watched challengers yesterday and I'm obsessed.I need Art like carnally. People being hot in movies is so back dude. This was written with a fem!reader(afab, no other physical description will be written) in mind. This is my first attempt at smut so go easy on me I beg.🙏🏽

Word count: 1476

TW: Sexu*l content, f*ngering, reader just having a rough day in general.

divider cred || palestine links

One of the things that attracted you to your husband was his hands. The way his muscles in his hands tighten when he grips his racket, how he holds his coffee mug when takes a sip of coffee in the morning and the way they glide against your skin when you make love.

After having a difficult day he'd like to put those hands to use for you as he so often loves to do....

You walk into your home and make a beeline toward your bathroom, you need to get the grime of the day off you. You don't even notice Art on his laptop on the couch, he was about to greet you before he saw the look on your face. He just watches you kick off your shoes and drop your bag on the floor. You always greet him when you get home but he can tell it's been one of those days. He shuts his laptop off and the tv then makes his way to your bedroom. He spots your scattered clothes all over the floor and hears the roar of the bathtub's spout coming to life.

Art leans up against the door to hear what you might be doing, he hesitates before knocking on the door. "Baby?" The sound of running water stops and he hears a small tired voice answer, "Come in.." He opens the door to the sight of you naked and bare, head down in front of the mirror. He looks at you for a moment and turns his eyes to the floor as he shuts the bathroom door behind him. You turn your head toward him but avoid his eyes, he doesn't force you to meet his gaze.

Art moves behind you in silence and touches your shoulders just to test the waters of how much you're willing to be touched at this moment. You accept it, not moving away but not leaning into it. He wraps his body around you and kisses your shoulders. He kisses up to the back of your neck. "You wanna talk about it?", he asks as you take a moment to answer such a simple question. You just shake your head, still silent, you do turn around and look up at him. He looks into your eyes, a silent understanding takes over him. "Ok." He whispers, Art moves over to the bathtub and turns the knob back on. He goes to the sink cabinet and grabs some bubble bath. He pours some of the liquid in the water and glides in his hand in the water to make sure the temperature's perfect for you. Once the tub is full you step inside and breathe a sigh of relief. The sweet smell of the bubbles and the warm water expels the tension from your body. Art kneels next the tub, he crosses his arms over the rim and lays his head on his forearms. He gives you a small smile and you return it, you both gaze at each other in quiet admiration. Art takes a hand and caresses your knee with such tenderness, the feeling of his lithe fingers brings you such comfort.

He moves his body forward and moves his hand further down your thigh looking at you for permission to keep going. You nod your head looking at him expectantly wondering what he was planning to do. Very slowly he slides his hand into the water in between your thighs, eyes laser focused on his own actions. You can feel him gently part your folds, using his index and middle finger to stroke your clit. He moves them slowly up and down, ghosting your entrance. Art looks back up at you when he hears you gasp quietly, he smiles again at the sound. “You want some more baby? Don’t worry I’ll give it to you, I’m gonna take care of you.” he purrs at you, but you won’t get what you want so quickly, he lives to tease you. He adds more pressure to your bud and rubs in more circular motions. Your breath quickens and you lull your head to the side pressing against the tub's rim. He stops for a moment just to move closer to your head so he can kiss your cheek and move onto your lips. You position your body closer to his head and crane your head to taste his lips more. Art continues stroking your clit, rubbing and pinching it between his fingers. He swallows every gasp, groan and whimper you make, stretching the muscles in his neck as far as he can to reach your mouth. The sensation of him touching you and the heat from the water has covered your body in a light sheen of moisture, everything about you is so wet and pliant. He finally feels that you’re ready to take his fingers, he stops kissing you. He wants to look in your eyes as he slides them, he wants to see your mouth part and hear a raspy moan slip from your lips.

There’s nothing Art loves more than the look of dazed bliss you get when he’s inside of your body. As he prods your entrance he watches you closely, “Sweetheart look at me…” ,he murmurs. You look up at him, hungry and waiting, the moment you do he slides his fingers eliciting a high pitched moan from you, mouthing widening in pleasure. He continues his slow pace, you can feel the metal of his wedding ring brush up against your lips as he pushes his fingers deeper. He leaves kisses all over your face before returning to your lips, smiling into the kiss. He opens his eyes for a moment to see your legs writhing and clenching around his hand when he curls his fingers every so slightly. The sight makes his arousal even stronger than before, a small wet spot makes its appearance in his sweatpants. He wouldn’t even need to touch himself, the sight alone of you slowly reaching your peak is enough to make him cum all on his own. The tension in your core continues to build, Art notices you shuddering and finally lets you have what you want. He puts his fingers in as far as he can and makes a scissoring gesture along with curling them pressing into your g-spot at random. As he does this it becomes harder to focus on his mouth devouring you and mind begins to go blank. You grip your hands onto his forearm and shoulder to anchor yourself. He angles his head to kiss the underside of your jaw while he increases his pace. The water in the tub starts to move violently as your body shakes and your legs thrash. You make the attempt to kiss Art again but are overwhelmed by the sounds that escape your mouth, he lets you moan into his mouth keeping his eyes closed and savoring the sounds. One final beckon of his fingers sends you over the edge, tilting your head back, orgasm rippling throughout your body. Art nuzzles his nose against yours and presses his forehead to yours.

It’s a full minute before he pulls his fingers out of you, when he does he drags his hand up and over your stomach. Between your breasts and glides up the side of your neck, he takes his thumb and caresses your lips before sliding them into his mouth. He smiles down at you and giggles. You laugh with him, “What?” you ask curiously. “I was supposed to help you get clean, not sweaty,” he says with a grin. You laugh again at his statement, “Well…it doesn’t matter, I do feel better now.” He smiles and kisses your forehead, he moves over to the towel holder on the wall and grabs one for you. You wipe some of the suds off you before you stand to be embraced by him with the towel. While he holds you, you notice he’s still hard. You look at him surprised, “You want me to take care of that?” He looks down as if he forgot too. “Oh! No baby it’s ok, I wanted this to be all about you, don’t worry about me.” he tells you softly. His statement makes you soften even more, you step out of the tub next to him. You take the towel from him and wrap it around yourself. “Thank you Art, I mean it. I really needed that.” You take his face into your hand and kiss his lips. “Of course, these hands aren’t just good at tennis y’know. You can use them anytime you want.” he replies smugly. You jokingly push his face away and make your way out of the bathroom looking back at him with a smile. He follows close behind and shuts the door behind him.

Thanks for reading! Lemme know what you think. Please like or reblog if you like my stuff. ♡

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psiqueromance · 5 months ago

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Morning, simp. l.mk

The brightness of the morning sunlight through the curtains woke you up before your alarm clock dinged. You lifted your head from the pillow, unable to move any other part of your body due to the arm firmly gripping your lower back. You patted the nightstand until you found your cellphone, sleep still inhabiting your body too much to pick it up gracefully. The brightness of the phone made you close your eyes for a few seconds to get used to it, then you opened one of your eyes and groaned when you saw that there was only one minute left until your alarm clock could ding, the hopes of being able to sleep a little longer quickly leaving your body.

After turning off the alarm, you placed your head into the pillow again, sighing deeply before turning your body towards your boyfriend. Mark slept peacefully on your side, his arm around your body and his sightly mouth open, a few low snores coming out of it occasionally. You smiled, brushing the hair that partially covered his eyes.

Slowly, so as not to wake him, you gave him a light kiss on the cheek. Hesitantly, you pulled yourself out of Mark's grip, placing your feet on the cold floor, stretching your arms as you stretched, feeling your muscles relax from the night before, a smile on your lips as the memories flashed through your head.

Your moment standing up didn't last long, feeling two hands wrap around your waist and quickly pull you to the bed, you let out a startled cry, falling onto the bed next to your boyfriend. "Mark!"

He laughed in his hoarse morning voice, his eyes still half-closed, but the mischievous smile lighting up his face. "Where you think you're going so early?" he asked, his voice lazy, but full of affection. He made you return to the initial position, with his arm around your body, now with his face buried in your neck.

"Where I always go? Work." You protested, but your hand found its way into the man's soft hair, slowly caressing him the way you knew he liked. "Baby, I need to get up. Now."

"Five minutes..." he whispered in his husky morning voice into your neck, his arms wrapping you in a warm embrace.

You smiled, kissing the back of his neck. "But I don't have five minutes," you tried to get out of Mark's grip, failing miserably. "Mark!"

He climbed even higher on top of you, placing his body between your legs. "Dude, just five minutes!" he said, removing his head from your neck, kissing your lips. "I'll drive you." He murmured against your lips, trying to convince you.

"And...?"

"And I'll buy you breakfast at your favorite coffee shop, now let me kiss you," he rolled his eyes, kissing you slowly, one hand on the right side of your kiss and the other on your cheek. He tilted his head to the side to deepen the kiss, feeling you wrap your legs around his waist, pushing him closer. Your hand went down from his neck to his abdomen, feeling his body through his shirt.

He broke the kiss, kissing your cheeks and nose before smiling at you and saying, "Good morning, babe."

You smiled, lifting your head a little from the bed to peck his lips again. "Morning, simp."

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dragonnarrative-writes · 3 months ago

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Best In Show

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Naya "Bambi" Walker (OC)

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Word count: 4.8k

CW: BDSM, Sexual Content, kink negotiations, hucow kink, speech restriction, themed lingerie, lactation kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, so much dirty talk, pre-nut insanity (one of my favorite flavors of Simon), fantasies of dub-con (no actual dub-con), post-nut laughter

Notes: This was supposed to be a short addition to the Kinktober prompts, but obviously I am bad at keeping things short. Also, the working title for this was "Moo Moo Moo."

Simon is hiding something. Maybe that’s the wrong way to look at it. There’s something he’s not saying, not making obvious. It itches at the back of your mind.

It starts with looking at your own nude body in the mirror after a shower. You’ve been going to the gym, just a little bit. Weight training and cardio to keep up with all of the sex you’ve been having since moving in with Simon. You haven’t really lost any weight. In fact, your hips are wider, with no real change in the pouch of your belly.

Simon makes an interested noise when he walks into the bedroom. “Guess we should ‘old off on supper, eh?”

“No, no, I want to try that recipe I found,” you say, ignoring his discontented noise as you pull on underwear. The pleased noise he makes when you tug on his shirt is predictable, just like the kiss he presses to your cheek. “I was just… looking at myself. Kind of surprised that I’ve got more hip. Still got the belly, though.”

Simon surprises you by saying, “Tit’s’re bigger, too.”

“Are they?” You bunch the shirt in the back, and take yourself in. “Huh.”

“More pectoral muscle,” he says with a shrug. “More breast.”

“That’s not how that works,” you scoff, shoving him playfully before leaving the bedroom. “Besides, I heard your tis are the first to go when you lose weight.”

“Then I hope you don’t lose weight,” Simon answers, following you into the kitchen for a kiss. “I like all’o you.”

He spends extra time worshiping your thick parts, that night. Kisses you and kisses you and kisses you while rubbing your belly and groping at your hips, stroking and pinching at your breasts, your thighs, your love handles, your arm fat. He’s ravenous as he eats you out. The two of you are loud as he takes you apart. You fall asleep completely drained and covered in sore spots.

It doesn’t occur to you that you’ve been missing anything for a while after that. In fact, nothing seems off until he catches you masturbating a couple of months later. One moment, you’re alone at home, in bed, and the next he’s climbing in next to you with a groan and a sigh of relief.

“Whatcha wachin’?” he asks over your surprised yelp. “Tha’s not y’r usual boyfriend.”

“What do you know about my usual porn,” you laugh as you pass him your earbuds to place on the side table. You roll to kiss him as you admit, “It’s not really exciting, I was mostly done.”

“What counts as exciting?”

“I dunno,” you shrug, cuddling up. He smells so good. “You know my usuals, why don’t you tell me?”

Simon chuckles into your hair. “Big dicks ‘n ‘elplessness. Bonus points for dubious consent.”

“…Well… You’re not wrong.”

“I know what my girl likes.”

“Okay,” you giggle. “Well, what’s exciting for you?”

If you didn’t know him, you would have missed the split second pause before his answer. As it is you barely catch the way his hand twitches against the curve of your ass.

But he says, “You know what I like. A beautiful woman asking for what she wants.”

“And getting it until she cries,” you purr, rolling on top of him.

“Lies and slander,” he deadpans, grinding his hips up into yours. “I’d never enjoy seeing you with those pretty tears in your eyes, beggin’ me t’ keep goin’ and t’ stop at the same time.”

Of course, you both prove him wrong in short order. After, he holds you while you tremble, pressing kisses to the crown of your head. He laughs, just a little, when you can’t sit up enough to get your water on your own, but he also helps you, so that’s okay.

The next day, you realize that you actually don’t know what porn Simon finds exciting. He’s shared some with you, of course, on the nights where sex was too much work until it suddenly wasn’t. Every now and again, though, he would scroll past something with a dismissive noise. It wouldn’t be noteworthy, except… well, they’re all videos he’s saved in his favorites. So he likes them, but doesn’t necessarily want to share them with you. Which is fine. Heaven knows you’re deleting your porn history regularly. Whatever you look up when you’re ovulating is between you, Bowser, and God.

But the last straw for your curiosity comes when you borrow his phone to do some quick online shopping. A friend is having a themed pool party and wants everyone in shades of blue. You’ve been on a pink and purple kick, so you don’t actually have an appropriate bathing suit. So you pull up the search engine and look up bathing suits.

And there, in the search history: ‘Cow Print Bikini’.

Your research brain goes, “Jackpot.”

There’s no way to tell what, if anything, Simon looked at in the search results. But you’re good at knowing where to look. More importantly, you know your man. And after a full 24 hours of research, you have a pretty good idea of the shape of things.

“Hey Simon,” you call, a week later.

“In the den,” he answers.

“Can you… actually, I’ll be right there!”

When you get there, he’s playing one of his video games. He turns his head to kiss you, then curses under his breath when a pink slime eats the fruit he’d been trying to harvest. It’s such a sweet, domestic moment that you almost don’t want to interrupt.

“Do you have space for a kink discussion?” You settle onto the couch next to him, and pull your legs up under yourself. “Nothing bad. Just… maybe some negotiations. You can keep playing.”

He taps the controller against one of his palms, twice, then says, “Sure.”

You take a deep breath, then ask, “Have you ever heard of hucows?”

The pause menu comes up immediately, but Simon doesn’t look at you. In fact, he’s so still that you’re sure he’s stopped breathing. When he doesn’t say or do anything for a full ten seconds, you look up at him.

His face is blank, and he looks back at you from the corner of his eye.

“I’m going to take that as a yes,” you whisper.

He blinks, then shakes himself back into his skin. He looks back at the television, but doesn’t resume the game. “Why do you ask?”

“I’ve been doing some research,” you answer. “And I thought you might find it… interesting.” When he looks at you again without saying anything, you confess. “And there were cow print bikinis in your search history.”

All of the air leaves Simon in a whoosh. He leans back into the couch and scrubs a hand over his face. “’M sorry. I don’t… I wouldn’t ever… You know I love you. ‘N that I respect you. I’d never-”

“Woah, woah, wait!” You grab one of his hands in yours. “Hang on. You love me, I love you. I trust you. Do you trust me?”

Simon doesn’t answer for a long moment, and then he says, without taking his hand from his face, “I trust you to be ‘onest with me. Trust you’ll accept a no. Trust you’re not g’nna yell. Trust you not to punish me if you’re upset.”

“Acknowledged,” you breathe against his bicep. “I trust you to be honest with me, too. And I trust that it’s okay to tell you if I’m not comfortable with anything we discuss or do. I trust that you won’t yell at me. I trust that you’re not going to hurt or harm me on purpose to correct my behavior. Acknowledge.”

Simon sighs, again, then peeks through his fingers at you. “Acknowledged.”

“Okay,” you say, coaxing him to release some of the tension in his shoulders. “So. I did a little research. But I just want to know for sure what you think, what you find exciting.”

He’s pink when he asks, “Y’ve seen the videos?”

“No!”

That finally makes him look at you skeptically. “No?”

“I wasn’t snooping through your stuff,” you protest. “I literally searched for a bikini on your phone and it had the little history symbol next to it. I got curious.”

“Hell of a distance between a bathing suit an’ niche kinks.”

The hint of humor in his voice gives you the permission you were waiting for. You climb into his lap and throw your legs over one of his arms. He hugs you exactly the way you want, just as loving as ever.

“So then,” he eventually says. “What did you find?”

“So much bad porn, oh my god,” you answer. “Not that the actual hucow stuff itself is bad. It’s just that the non-paywalled stuff is steeped in so much spam. And what isn’t pure spam doesn’t really seem like your kind of thing. Just… lots of humiliation and degradation and misogyny kink. Stuff you’ve already said takes you out of the mood. And if that’s sometimes the mood, that’s fine, too. I know we don’t always masturbate to things we’re usually into-”

“It’s not that,” Simon interrupts.

You’re both quiet after. You realize that his heart is racing under your hand, and your heart is beating just as fast. But he keeps holding you, and you keep petting over the dip of his collarbones.

Your stomach churns. “I shouldn’t have said the porn was bad. I’m sorry.”

“It is bad,” Simon snorts. “’S part of why I never mentioned it. Some of that shit is nasty.”

“I like nasty.”

He hums and rubs a hand over your back. “I know, beautiful. But this feels… bad. Some ‘f it… ’S ‘ard to find the words. But I didn’t want you t’ think I see you that way, that I ever want to see you that way.”

“Porn isn’t real life,” you remind him. “Things that happen in a scene that everyone consented to-”

“Yeah, yeah.” He rolls his eyes as you glare up at him. “Let’s not pretend that kink has no basis in reality. Our dynamic is special to me, Naya. I don’t want to… disrespect it, or you, or us, with this.”

“Okay,” you whisper, tucking your face into his neck. You take one of his hands back into yours. “We don’t have to keep talking about it, if you don’t want to. But,” you can’t help but add with a smile. “I did get cow print lingerie. And a headband. It’s got little ears and horns.”

Simon groans. “No, you didn’t.”

“I did!” You press a kiss to his chin. “I’m glad I didn’t try to surprise you with it.”

“Would’a given me an ‘eart attack.”

“That would have been fun to explain. ‘Oh gee, Captain, I didn’t think he’d like it that much.’”

“Oi,” Simon growls.

He dips down to press his lips to yours. You don’t hesitate to wrap your arms around his shoulders and shift to straddle his lap. The kiss is sweet, a reassurance. Like aftercare. Maybe it is. Both of your bodies relax, until you can’t even hold yourself up to keep your lips on his. You lay your head on his shoulder with a content sigh.

You’re like that for a long time before Simon speaks again.

“Its the idea that her body… your body… could be nothing but pleasure and instinct. That I could pull pleasure from you until it would be pain not to.” He’s quiet for a moment, then continues when you don’t reply. “There’s something about it. But it’s a fantasy I never intended to bring to the bedroom. It’s… just something to think about, sometimes.”

Simon presents the cow print bikini on a Thursday. At first, you’re confused. Then you’re amused, because a year ago you would have worked yourself into a tizzy trying to figure out what he was saying about your weight. But Simon loves your body, and you, and after months of avoiding talking about it, this is a huge step. So you stay silent, and look up at him expectantly.

“Would like to do a scene this weekend,” he says. “Acknowledge.”

“Acknowledged,” you answer, biting back a smile. “What are the parameters?”

Things seem downright vanilla for the first half. A whole day of pampering - spa, nails, hair - that means he’s been planning this for a while. Your favorite, just fancy enough food for dinner, and a dessert to go. All the usual rules apply: Simon’s in charge, you promise to be honest. All in all, a perfect date night.

And then he says something that boggles your mind.

“Okay, wait. I put on the cow print, and then I can only moo? After we get home?”

“No,” he surprises you by saying. He takes a deep breath, then continues. “I want you to wear it all day. An’ you’re only allowed to moo. Except durin’ your appointments. Please don’t moo at your stylists.”

“But at dinner…”

“I’ll order for you,” He says. His eyes flick away, then back to yours. “I’ll take care of everything.”

“But we won’t talk,” you press.

His ears go pink, but he cracks a smile as he says, “I’ll talk. And it’s not a rule that you have to be silent.”

He’s embarrassed, you realize. He’s finally acting on this thing you discussed so long ago, but he’s still nervous about what you’ll think. You have to stifle the part of you that wants to coo.

“Okay,” you say, taking his hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “Unless I’m using a safeword, I can just… make cow sounds. All day. Acknowledged.”

The day of comes quickly. And then you’’e contemplating the lingerie you bought months ago. It’s much nicer than the flimsy thing Simon got, “just as ‘n experiment, no sense in wastin’ money ‘f things aren’t good as the fantasy.” The bikini he got you is… cheap. Your purchase will certainly fit under your clothes nicer.

As you pull on the silky material Simon apparently didn’t believe you actually ordered, you take a couple of deep breaths. You’re going to wear cow print for your partner. It’s not much different, you reason, from asking him to graze his knife over your skin while he watches TV. It’s not not his thing. And this isn’t exactly your thing. But you love each other. So you’ll do this thing, because his enjoyment can be yours.

Yeah.

By the end of dinner, you’re much deeper into a submissive headspace than you ever expected to be. You’re so aware of the urge to talk and the fact that you can’t. It’s a constant cue to look to Simon. More than once, you almost slip up. The words catch in your throat and you have to pivot to a lowing sound, a drawn out vowel that leaves you feeling helpless as he smiles and pets at your hand. You expect it to be maddening, but it’s not. Simon anticipates your needs so well that there’s nothing you need that he doesn’t already provide for you. All you can do is shiver at the way he gives you everything, touches you everywhere.

By the time you’re in the car home, you’re a mess. You can’t sit still, find yourself staring at the side of Simon’s face as he drives. You’re startled when he looks back at you at a red light. He reaches out and you lean in, then jump when he pinches your nipple just hard enough to make you gasp. He watches your face as he pets and plucks, chuckles as you pant and groan and moo.

When the light is green again, he stops. You’re very aware of your right breast.

At the next red, he says, “Give me the other one.”

You do.

“Sweet, pretty girl,” he praises as he tugs at you again. He hums, pleased, as you arch your back. His eyes are dark when he says, “Not wearin’ what I gave you. C’n se y’r nipples beggin’ for attention.

When you look down at yourself, heat flushes through you from your crown to your toes. He’s right, the thin bralette that you’d chosen does nothing to hide you body’s reaction to being teased. And the dress he’d picked for you was already tight around your chest…

The light turns green. You moan as he releases you and turns back to the road.

“What’re you wearin’?” He asks. When you look at him, he’s smirking. “Tell me. Wha’s my pretty girl got under her dress?”

You open your mouth, and your voice sticks. “…Moo?”

“Oh, tha’ sounds nice,” he chuckles. He takes your hand in his. “Lookin’ forward to seein’ it.”

Your thoughts and legs stumble into themselves when you finally walk through your front door. Simon doesn’t let you get far. He catches you around the neck with a big hand and brings you close for a kiss. As soon as the door is shut, his hands make their way to the back of your dress. He unzips and then guides the soft material down until it’s past your hips, and drops down to your feet.

When he pulls away to look at you, his breath catches, and his whole body goes still. You’re so caught in the way his pupils dilate that it takes you a moment to remember the bralette, the panties, the garter belt. The cow print feels like an exaggeration of itself, when you look down at your own breasts. You vaguely remember feeling silly, when you’d put them on, but you don’t remember why. Simon’s eyes are so hot when he looks at you, you can’t help but preen a bit.

“Thought you was jokin,” Simon murmurs, cupping one of your breasts in his hand. His other hand cradles your jaw and makes you look up at him when he pinches your nipple again. His thumb dips into your mouth when you gasp. “But my sweet girl don’t lie to me. An’ she’s always show ready, huh? My sweet, soft girl,” Simon murmurs, going to one knee. He takes one of your hands and kisses your knuckles before placing it on his shoulder. Then he gently lifts your calf to take one of your shoes, then the other as he says, “Not a worry in the world, an’ you still give me so much.”

Even kneeling at your feet, he takes your breath away. His hands smooth up your stockings until he can dip his fingers under the straps of your garters, then he groans. You groan with him. You never know what to do with yourself when he gets like this. Hungry. Reverent on his knees. With a sigh, you close your eyes. You don’t need to know what to do, because he does. The gravity of him makes you sway forward as he leans forward to kiss just above your belly button.

You must signal your mental shift, because Simon stands and lifts you into his arms in the same movement. He kisses your lips like he’s starving. And you try to meet him, try to put everything you haven’t been able to say into the drag of your lips against his.

I love you. Thank you. I love you, I love you, I love you.

You expect him to be rough with you, heavy handed. But Simon is gentle as he touches you all over. When he lays you on the bed, instead of diving into your chest, he keeps kissing your mouth, your neck, down to your shoulder. You can’t stifle a giggle as he sucks kisses into your bicep and down to your forearm.

“Fuck,” he growls. He takes a hold of your hips and gives you a little shake. “You’re so perfect. ‘Ips ‘n thighs ‘n this arse. So strong and still so soft for me.” He dips down to press a kiss to your hip, even as one of his hands starts pinching at your nipple through your bralette again. “Eatin’ good and’ workin’ out ‘n sleepin’ better. Gonna let me give you that life of leisure? No more workin’, pretty girl. Just whatever feels good, whatever makes you ‘appy an’ soft, whatever I c’n give you.”

You try to gasp something that might be “yes” or “please,” but it turns into another drawn out moan. It doesn’t really matter, because Simon flips you onto your hands and knees so fast that your head spins. You almost fall over, but he catches you.

“Sorry sweet girl,” he chuckles. “But you’ve got me so caught up. ‘M gonna take care of you, don’t worry. Just so pretty - distractin’ me.”

Then he’s kissing across your shoulders, then makes his way down to your hipbones. You moan and sigh as his hands grope at you. His hands squeeze at your breasts, then your belly, your thighs, back to your ass. When he bites you, you yelp and groan, arching away from his teeth and into the hands.

“Shh, pretty girl,” he hushes. “’M sorry, I’ll give you what you need. Easy, tha’s it.”

You’re surprised into a gasp by his fingers rubbing gently over your clit through your panties. His other hand eases your back down - from cat to cow, you giggle to yourself - with another shushing sound. The tension bleeds out of your spine at the sound. Simon’s got you, he’s going to take care of you.

“There you go,” Simon rumbles as you drop your head between your arms. He strokes a hand down your back as his other hand gives you just a hint more pressure. “Is that better? Feel nice an’ relaxed?”

You’re feeling less relaxed by the second. Simon knows how to touch you if he wants you to melt. This? Is not that. He’s giving you just enough to tease, to make you instinctively chase his fingers. You shake your head and whimper, shuffling your knees knees further apart and arching your back again. You don’t even try to swallow a grunt of frustration when nothing you do makes him speed up or give you more pleasure.

“Hm?” He presses his lips against your hip as he asks, “Wha’s wrong, pretty girl? You need something?”

You open your mouth to beg, then remember that you can’t say anything. This motherfucker. When you tilt your body to glare at him, his eyes are sparkling with mirth. It’s hard not to smile back, to hold your frown long enough to let him know that you know what he’s doing.

But as usual, he’s a step ahead of you. As soon as you open your mouth to moo sarcastically, he slips a finger under your panties and into you, just as his other hand shoves the bra out of the way to pinch your nipple.

“So wet,” Simon whispers against your cheek. “Took care of everything else today, but you still need more, don’t you? Greedy girl.”

You are wet, have been since before he plucked at your nipples in the car. Since dinner, when he’d explained the cut of his steak, why he liked it. Since he paused and visibly considered what he couldn’t see you wearing. Since he’d looked at you with so much hunger that you’d had to take a sip of your water to gather yourself. You couldn’t say anything, then, by his direction and your own body’s need. You couldn’t make any sound at all, had practically ground your teeth together so you wouldn’t moan like a whore at the table.

Your jaw isn’t clenched now. The sound you make as two thick fingers push in is exactly as obscene as you imagined it would be. They press into you exactly where you want it as his other hand sends sparks through your chest and down your spine. Simon echoes you, breath hot against your face. You can’t keep yourself from chasing his lips with yours.

“Yeah,” he pants between biting kisses. He growls when you rock back into his fingers, and pinches your nipple until you gasp. “Settle, Bambi, ‘m gonna take care o’ you.”

His words melt you. Even as he ratchets your body into more tension, you believe him, and the promise alone is nearly a relief. When he pulls his fingers free, you don’t even think to protest. All you can do is hang your head between your arms and try to catch your breath. Something like a sob scrapes it’s way from your throat when he pushes back in with three.

The sound of Simon undoing his belt makes you tip your hips back and up, automatic. He groans again, deep in his throat, and slaps the meat of your ass. The sharp sting of it reminds you to be almost embarrassed, and you drop to your elbows to bury your face in the bedding.

“There you go,” Simon grunts as he lines himself up. He pushes in slow, so slow, as you pant and writhe and make animal sounds. One of his huge hands comes down to grip the back of your neck as he grunts and shoves deeper. “There’s my sweet girl. Shouldn’t’a kept you waiting. You can take it now, tha’s it.” He leans down, pushing just that little bit deeper as he plucks at your nipple again. He growls against your shoulder, “Gonna do this every day, yeah? Quit your job so I c’n keep you soft like this all the time. Breed you up proper, bet y’re gonna taste so sweet when your milk comes, when it’s all y’ve got to do, just a life of milk ‘n honey.”

You almost can’t make out what he’s saying over the sound of your own noises and the wet sounds of him pushing in and out of you. The fireworks up and down your spine have you writhing back into his thrusts. You can tell he’s rambling, that he’s so lost in your bodies that he’s losing control of his mouth. A change in angle has you crying out again, every nerve on fire as he pushes into you just right. The orgasm that had been building steadily rushes over you. It’s impossible to stop, shakes through your limbs until you collapse onto your chest under him.

“Tha’s it,” Simon hisses, pace steady and devastating as he chases you down to the mattress. “This what you need? Need t’ be bred an’ fucked ‘til you can’t think of nothin’ else? Yeah, tha’s what you need. Gonna make you come on my cock again, fill you up the way you like. Then I’ll hook you up, huh? Can’t leave you wantin’ jus ‘cause I need a break. C’n put a pump at each o’ your tits an’ keep fuckin’ you with a machine, too, ‘til I’m ready to go again, yeah?

Jesus, you think, giggling under him. Your pussy flutters as he gasps something else you can’t quite make out over the rushing in your ears. He wants to ruin you. You want him to, to do all of these things he’s growling about. The thought that he might is thrilling and terrifying, that after he comes and breeds you full he could go to the closet and pull out the machine and the dildo you bought for when he’s deployed to keep fucking you…

Your stomach swoops as you get caught up in your own fantasy. He doesn’t have to stop. You’d be too weak to fight him. And if he tied you up, bound you where he wants to keep you, he could do whatever he wants. Did he actually have a pump, something to pull at your nipples while he watched across the room? Would this be the time he finally surprises you with something you hadn’t quite negotiated? He could, he could, you’d let him, you’d beg-

“Simon!”

The second orgasm hurts. It hits so fast and hard on the heels of the first. You can vaguely feel the wetness running down your thighs as you squirt, legs shaking. Above you, Simon goes abruptly silent as he comes, breath coming out in barely-there grunts as his cock kicks and twitches inside of you.

All of the air huffs out of your lungs as he partially collapses on you. Another giggle stutters out of you. It turns into a moan as he guides your legs down and open so he can grind into you some more until you’re prone. His own gentle chuckle tickles your ear.

“Fuckin’ ell,” he pants. The arm that’s braced to keep his weight off of you shakes a bit. “Gimme… fuck, gimme a minute. ‘Ll get up in a mo’.”

“Mmm,” you hum, kissing at his wrist. You tip your head back to grin up at him. “Moo.”

He crushes you a bit when his laughter makes him fall, but you can’t even pretend to be upset.

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thesafecafe · 3 months ago

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Just the Two of Us - P.JS

A/N: So this is for my baby @andysorbit !! It's made with love (and a hint of sadism). I love you Andy babyyy, I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: After a fight with your fiance Jisung, you don't call him for two weeks, going to stay with a mutual friend. But when you return, he's willing to make sure you know exactly where home is. CW + Disclaimer: 18+, MDNI, non-idol au, club owner Jisung, black fem reader, slight angst, mentions of violence (towards Hyuck), smut, clit smacking, unprotected sex (don't), reader has big boobs, tiddie sucking, biting, finger sucking, oral, cum swallowing, switching positions, multiple orgasms, cream pie, degradation & praise, name calling, smut under the cut, enjoy! Lmk if I forgot anything! (My smut skills a lil rusty, so forgive any cringe parts LMAO). Word count: 3.6k

It wasn’t very often that you and Haechan got to hang out. It wasn’t that you two didn’t like each other, it was quite the opposite. You loved hanging out with him, but it often resulted in your mutual friends separating you due to some unfortunate mishap that was usually a direct cause of your behavior. But tonight was different. How so? You wanted to punch his lights out.

“Hyuck I should rock your shit! Why’d you bring me here?!” You were tempted to wrap your hands around his neck and strangle him until he turned blue. “Oh come on! You’ve been at my place for two weeks, and I know you miss him!” He waved his hand towards the Bohemian curtain covered entryway into his friend’s private section of the club he owned. He’d brought you on a night when the club was closed, blindfolded and unaware. “He misses you too!”

You groaned internally. Months of suppressed feelings, jealous moments, and heated words had erupted in the biggest argument you’d had in your relationship with your fiance, Jisung. Insecurities had reared their ugly heads in your relationship, and you had stormed out. You hadn’t talked to each other in two weeks. You weren’t ready to face him yet, the guilt from yelling at him eating away at you. Of course, you weren’t the only one in the wrong, but you still felt responsible. Before anxiety could eat at you further, Haechan nudged you forward.

“Come on. I know neither of you have been home, and you need each other. He loves you more than anything in this world, and I’ve never seen either of you more happy than when you’re with each other. I’m pretty fucking awesome, but I’m not him mama.” You know he’s right. You know you love Jisung more than almost anything in this world. Haechan’s usual nickname for you, which usually brought a wave of butterflies to your stomach, didn’t even elicit a reaction in the face of the realization that no one else in the world had your heart like he did.

“Now you know I’m right. Now go fix this, make out, apologize, suck his dick, however you two work things out. I have to go and tend to someone’s black eye. See you later! Or, well, hopefully not.” You swatted him, and he laughed as he made his way out, leaving you with your thoughts. The silence made you nervous, and you took a few deep breaths. It was now or never, and you had to face him again some day. Wiping off your palms, you took the first step forward.

Your legs carried you through the curtain, and into the room that your lover was in. As your eyes adjusted to the dim light, you spotted him, sitting at his usual booth. Files littered the table, haphazard and unorganized. Jisung looked through them one last time before cursing. You watched as he took off his glasses, setting them down, before he grabbed his drink. A scotch on the rocks, a drink you regularly teased him for drinking, calling it an old man's drink. He leaned back to drink it, taking a few sips before he noticed you.

“Hi…” You managed to speak without your voice shaking, mentally patting yourself on the back. He looked at you, his expression unreadable. He lifted a hand towards you, waving you over. You walked until you stood in front of his table. “You’re here. What happened to Hyuck?” He stared up at you. “He brought me here actually. And he said he had to tend to someone’s black eye.”

Jisung nodded, and set his drink down. “Are you staying?” It was your turn to nod, holding your head down. An awkward silence filled the air. After a while though, you couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Look, Jisung, I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to c-” You cut yourself off when he hold up his hand, silencing you. “I know. I’m sorry too, and since you’re back, I already know we’re going to be okay. And I forgive you. You forgive me right?” You raise your head at his tone, but you agree. “Good. And you know that I love you, right? No matter what?” You nod again, unsure of where this was going. It was making you nervous.

“Jisung, are you breaking up with me?” Your stomach twists in knots at the possibility of the answer. But before you can get too deep in your head, he quickly reassures you. “No! No babe, I’m not breaking up with you. Come here.” He shoved the table out of your way, making room for you to stand between his thighs. He grabbed your hand once you were close enough, threading his fingers between yours. “I just want to put this argument behind us as soon as possible. I missed you.” He finally smiles, and just like that, a weight has been lifted from your chest.

You leaned down, pecking his lips. “I missed you too, Ji.” He brought his hands up to your face, pulling you in for a deeper kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips, and sliding up against yours. After a few moments, he broke away. “I’m glad you did, baby. Now, on your knees.” The smile on your face quickly morphed into one of confusion. Jisung was sitting there in front of you, caressing your face and smiling at you like you were the most precious thing in his world, completely in contrast with what his words just implied. “Sorry, what?”

Jisung’s grin grew wider. “You heard me baby. Don’t make me have to put you there myself.” A shiver ran up your spine at the command, and you found yourself sinking to your knees in front of him. “Ji, I thought you forgave me-” You are silenced when he puts a finger to your lips. “Shh baby. You're right, you are forgiven. Mostly. But you’re not off the hook just yet.” Tapping your lips, Jisung’s smirk grew wider when your lips parted, and slipped his middle finger right into your mouth. “Did you really think I was gonna let it slide that you ran off to another man’s house for two weeks without calling me?” He slipped another finger into your mouth, and slowly started moving them up and down.

Your eyes widened as you realized what was happening. He chuckled darkly at your expression. “Aww, don’t look so surprised baby. You knew I wouldn't stand for it, you had to. My baby couldn’t be so stupid. Could she?” You could feel the way his words started to affect you, and your cheeks warmed. “You had to know how that would affect me; how mad, no, how fucking pissed I was. Maybe you are stupid after all.”

If you weren’t wet before, you definitely were now. Jisung thrust his fingers faster in your mouth, his fingers drenched in the saliva pooling around your tongue. Some of it dribbled down your chin. He pressed further a bit, making you gag around his fingers a bit before pulling them back out. “Look at you baby, such a messy little whore. You look so pretty on your knees. Spread your legs.”

You felt your cheeks grow warmer, but you did as he said. It was pitiful how wet your panties were, and even more embarrassing when he laughed at you. “Aww, how pathetic. Your panties are that wet from having something in your mouth?” His lips formed into a fake pout. “I haven't even done anything to you yet.”

Heat was spreading over your body as he looked at you. You whined, wanting him to do something instead of just stare. “Ji, please, I…” Your words died off as he made direct eye contact with you. “You what baby? You want me to fuck you?” You looked down, unable to meet his eyes. He was having none of it though, and with his clean hand, he forced your chin back up. His fingers pressed into your cheeks. “Look at me. Tell me that you want me to fuck you.”

“I want you to fuck me.” Jisung laughed cruelly, his own gaze dropping for a moment. “So you can behave when it comes to dick? I should expect no less from a pathetic slut like you. Stand up, take them off.” You stood, sliding your panties down carefully. “God, they were almost glued to you, weren’t they?” He pulled you towards him, his hands raising your already short dress higher. He rested a hand on your bare ass, holding you steady. His soaked fingers slid against your wetness, the tips of his fingers grazing against your clit. You shuddered at the sensation, a whine slipping past your lips.

“Ah ah ah, shhh baby. You wanted this right? You want me to fuck you right?” You nodded, averting your gaze. “Exactly. You’re getting what you want” his fingers suddenly thrust into you, making you gasp, “so don’t complain.” His fingers slammed into you at a brutal pace, making an obscene sound that rang out in the empty club. Your mouth hung open, and you held onto his shoulders for support. He pulled his fingers out of you, this time moving the frantic energy of his hand to your clit. He smiled as you shuddered above him.

“Feel good baby? Yeah? You love when I use my fingers like this? I shouldn’t even let you cum, not talking to me for two weeks. You don’t deserve it.” You whined, feeling your legs shake and your stomach drop at the thought of him stopping right now. “Please, Ji, please let me cum! I’m sorry! Promise it won’t happen again, I promise!” Your words slurred together as you whined, but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel embarrassed about it. “How could I deny my sweet girl, when you look so adorable like this?” The intensity in his gaze caught you off guard. “Cum for me baby. All over my hand, just like that.” His words coaxed you over the edge, and your body shook as your orgasm sent shockwaves of pleasure through you.

Jisung carefully pulled you closer, pulling you down enough to kiss your forehead, and then your lips. “So good for me baby.” As your breath returned to normal, he slowly pushed you back to your position on the floor, on your knees. “Clean up your mess baby.” He pressed his soaked fingers to your lips, and you opened your mouth, but this time, you had your own agenda. Taking only his middle finger in your mouth, you swirl your tongue around it, before taking it into your mouth as deeply as you could. You sucked at it gently, before releasing it.

Jisung groaned, visibly affected by your little stunt. He knew what you were up to, but he didn’t mind. “Real subtle, baby. But since you’re eager to show off, I won’t stop you.” Maintaining eye contact with you, he unbuckled his belt with one hand, pulling it off completely. You reached up, unzipping his pants, and were rewarded with the sight of the bulge against his underwear. You quickly freed him from his underwear. He sighed once you had him in your hand, the thick, veiny length throbbing in your palm.

Guiding him towards your mouth, you held back a giggle at the groan he let out as you started flicking your tongue across the tip. Your hand moved up and down the base slowly, the gentle but firm grip you had on him making his head spin. He hissed when one of your nails grazed his skin. “Fuck, baby, do that again.” You eased your grip a bit to let your nails rake against him as you moved, fully sucking on his tip now.

Jisung threw his head back, cursing. He bit his lip as you finally removed your hand, taking him deeper in your mouth. You slowly bobbed your head up and down, hollowing your throat and cheeks from time to time. “Fuck, you're so pretty like this. My pretty slut, so fucking beautiful.” You felt pride and warmth swell in your chest as he praised you, loving that you could have just as much of an effect on him that he could on you.

“You're making me feel so good baby, so good. Wanna make me cum, yeah? Wanna make me cum all over that beautiful face?” He smiled at you, brushing a few stray braids away from your face. You nodded, still swirling your tongue around him. “Let me fuck your face then. Will you let me use that pretty mouth, baby?” You pulled back, releasing him from your mouth. “I thought you'd never ask.” You opened your mouth wide, not even needing to be told to.

“Good girl. Here, let me help you though.” Leaning over your head, he pulled a spare hair tie from his pocket, quickly trying your braids back. He knew you'd just gotten them done, and there would be hell to pay on his end if he pulled one too hard. Once he was done, he sat back up. “Take off your dress baby. And your bra.” You quickly did as he said, before resuming your position. Jisung unbuttoned his shirt, allowing you to see his toned abdomen underneath.

Grabbing your face, he presses his hand to either side of your cheeks, making your mouth open wider. He presses his hips forward, lining himself up with your mouth. “Ready baby?” You give him a thumbs up, one of your nonverbal signs of consent. Pushing himself past your lips, he moans, louder this time. You both know that he's already close to his end, but neither of you care. Setting up a pace you're familiar with, Jisung began fucking your face, curses and moans of your name slipping past his lips.

“Your mouth feels so good, holy fuck!” His eyes rolled back, and he started to feel lightheaded. “I'm gonna cum, right in this pretty mouth, fuck baby.” His hips jerked, stuttering as he got closer. You weren't making it any easier, sucking on him whenever he lingered a second too long before pulling out again. With a few more shallow thrusts in your mouth, he paused, his orgasm finally washing over him. Hot, sticky, and white ropes of cum filled your mouth, and you pulled off of him so that none would spill out.

When he came down from his high, Jisung smiled at you, his signature dorky grin. “You’re so good to me angel.” He smoothed his hands over your head gently, looking at you with so much love and adoration in his eyes, it was making your heart speed up. He pinched the sides of your lips, causing some of his cum to spill out of your mouth. He caught it with his fingers, spreading it over your chin and cheeks. You swallowed the rest, showing him when you were done. “Good job baby. Come here.” He pulled you up from your knees, and made you straddle his thighs. He pulled your face close to him, kissing your lips passionately. You tugged at his shirt, and he pulled it off his shoulders, breaking the kiss to do so.

“You okay baby? I wasn’t too rough was I?” You shook your head. “I’m okay Ji. A little hoarse, but okay.” He smiled, kissing your forehead. “Good. I’m not done with you yet, and I don’t want you to be in pain.” He smirked, kissing you again, before pulling his pants down further. “I want you to ride me. Think you can do that baby?” You nodded, but he shook his head. “Words baby. You know how to use your mouth don’t you?” Your eyebrows raised, still taken a bit off guard by his vulgarity. “Yes Ji, I can.” He sat back, allowing you to align yourself over him properly, before slowly sinking onto his dick.

You both moaned at the feeling. Once he was all the way in, you took a moment to adjust to his size, reveling in the feeling of being filled up so nicely. You started to move when you were ready, setting a comfortable pace for the both of you. “Look how well you fit around me, you’re so fucking perfect.” He groaned, eyes glued to where your bodies connected. He slowly looked up, taking in every inch of your body. He paused when his eyes landed on your boobs. Squishing them together in his hands, he leaned forward, swirling his tongue around one, then the other. He gave equal attention to each of your boobs, licking, sucking, and biting them until marks were starting to form on your skin.

You moaned, loving the attention he was showing to your chest. You were starting to pick up speed as you rode him, getting you both closer to the edge. He let go of your boobs, moving his hands down to your hips. He slammed his hips upwards into you, meeting each of your movements with his own. “Yeah, just like that, fuck baby. You’re squeezing me so tightly, I know you’re close.” He reached between your bodies, his fingers coming down to play with your clit. You threw your head back cursing. “Are you gonna cum baby? Yeah?” You whined at his words, nodding, too caught up in the sensations you were feeling to speak. “Go on then. Cum for me baby. Yeah, let go just like that, I got you.”

Your walls spasmed around him as you came, and he put an arm around you, steadying you both as your orgasm sent him right into his. He grunted, his eyes rolling back and closing momentarily. With a speed that you’d never seen before, he switched your positions, manhandling you so that you were both on the floor now, and you were on all fours. Before you could speak, you felt him behind you, slipping back into the warmth of your soft walls. He immediately started to move, his hand gripping your hips while pounding into your pussy like his life depended on it.

“Fuck, Ji, sensitive- ah!” Your body jerked at the feeling of his hand coming down to play with your clit again. He was driving the both of you into overstimulation, but he didn’t care. He needed you, his craving for your body and presence having skyrocketed during your time apart. “You’re mine baby. This pussy is mine. And you’ll never run to some other man when we’re having problems ever again, will you? Say it. Promise me.”

You cried out as he smacked your clit, getting you closer to your third orgasm. “I promise, fuck I promise not to do it again! I’m yours!” He smirked, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he continued drilling you. One last harsh smack to your clit had you seeing stars all over again, your legs giving out on you.

Jisung held you up, not far behind you as he painted your insides white once more, his tip pressed against that spongy spot inside of you. You caught your breath on the floor, acutely aware of the things around you. In the sudden silence of the club, time seemed to pass incredibly slowly. Once you were sure that your breathing was back to normal, you turned to see how your fiance was doing. You made eye contact with him to see he was already staring at you, a shy grin on his face. He pulled out of you carefully, causing you to hiss.

“Sorry baby. Here, let me help you get dressed and find a towel for you.” Pulling his clothes back on quickly, he ran to his personal bar, grabbing a clean towel. He ran it under some warm water before coming back to you. Helping you off of the floor, he laid you on the couch, slipping your dress back on. He carefully wiped between your legs, wiping any extra fluids away. When he was done, he set the towel aside, coming to sit next to you. He took you in his arms, and kissed your forehead. “Never knew you were so possessive Ji.” You teased him, a lazy smile on your face.

His ears flushed a deep red, and he giggled nervously. “Yeah, well, how could I not be? You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, and I don’t wanna let you go, ever. Call me selfish, but I love you more than anything in this world, so deal with it.” You rolled your eyes at his sass, but his words made your heart flutter. “You mean the world to me too Jisung. I love you too.” He leaned in, kissing your lips, sweetly and softly. Suddenly, you heard your phone buzzing. You broke the kiss to check it.You saw it was an incoming call from Haechan.

You answered it, putting it on speakerphone for Jisung to hear as well. “Hey Hyuck. What’s up?” Haechan grunted as he answered. “Hey mama, tell your boyfriend the next time he punches someone, make sure it’s not Jaehyun. This bitch has made me run up and down his apartment stairs at least twenty times.” Jisung’s eyes widened, and he quickly snatched your phone up. “Oops, sorry, broken connection Hyuck, bye!”

He hung up the phone, throwing it over to the other side of the booth. He gave you a sheepish look as you narrowed you eyes at him. “Is that why Hyuck said he had to tend to a black eye? Jisung!” He held his hands up in surrender. “Okay I shouldn’t have punched him, bot I saw him looking at your ass in those pictures from when you and Hyuck went to the bowling alley! He shouldn’t have been looking!” You glared at him for a few more moments, before bursting into laughter. “God, what am I gonna do with you, hm?”

Jisung smiled. “Love me? And you already do, so I think we’ll be alright.” You knew he was right. As long as the two of you tried, you would be okay. You could make it, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Dreaming of You

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Word Count: 1,020+, 600+, 600+, 980+

Synopsis: They couldn't help it. You looked so heavenly in their dreams. The way they had you wrapped around their body as a marionette in their minds, dancing for them as they awoke to sticky blankets when they jolted upright. Their thoughts got the better of them, and they are wracked with guilt. Zoro, Usopp, Sanji

Warnings: wet dreams, gn!reader, swearing, oral (character receiving) masturbation, dub con (Using your image to masturbate to), suggestive content, feelings, all individual 'x reader' drabbles, same reader!insert different outcome, , NSFW, 18+, MDNI.

Notes: Dreaming of You Masterlist Here, Please read the warnings. This little series has been so much fun to write. Gif Source Here. Massive shoutout to @feral-artistry, @i-am-vita and @indydonuts for helping brainstorm with me about these ones.

Tag list: @sordidmusings @nerium-lil @feral-artistry @since-im-already-here @writingmysanity @indydonuts @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @carrotsunshine @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training

“Hah-... fuck-... j-just like that,” he huffed and panted, looking down at you as you knelt beneath him. Your hands were splayed over his thighs, anchoring yourself from your position beneath him and bobbing your head against his pelvis.

Breathing through your nose, you hollow your cheeks and listen to him guide you on to best please him. You looked so beautiful like this, on your knees and worshiping his cock with your lips, tongue and throat. Taking as much of him in your mouth as you could had his thighs shaking, toes curling and breath huffing in curt pants.

“L-Look up at me?” you followed through with his question, arching your brow in curiosity as you continued bobbing against his cock. His cheeks were flushed, his lips parted and eyes beginning to swell with a dopey glaze over them. Rolling your eyes, you closed your eyelids and continued your motions pistoning his cock between your lips.

Reaching down, he carded his fingers harshly though your hair and grasped it into a firm fistful at the nape of your neck. You whimpered against his cock, sending vibrations up from his knob up his spine and had tingles rise on the back of his neck.

“Wasn’t a question,” he chastised you with a husky groan, “Eyes on me.” He guided your head down to take in more of his cock, using his grip on your hair to rock your head against his thighs. You whined, looking up at him with your eyes looking innocent while his cock defiled your mouth.

Instinctively, he let out a noise somewhere between a mewl and a growl and began matching the pace of your mouth by bucking his hips up to meet you. Joining his other hand at the back of your head, he continued manipulating your head to bring him closer to the edge. His thrusts began to stagger, his eyes growing wide as he felt the rapid approach of release coming to him.

“F-fuck, stop!” he chanted your name like a prayer, desperately trying to pull your mouth away from him before he shot his heavy load down your throat, “Stop! Stop!! I’m gonna cum! I-I’m gonna cum in your mouth!” He could feel you smile against his cock, continuing to suck and bob against it to take him further down your throat.

Immediately curling your hands behind his thighs, you aid him to buck and grind his cock into your mouth. Although he tried to pull away from your face, the twitch of his cock over your tongue had him surge forward and double down rutting into your lips.

“No, no, no, nnnghh-!” he attempted to relay, his jaw falling slack as he emptied himself into your mouth and down your throat, “C-Cumming. I’m cumming… f-fuck, oh fuck!” He rode your face through his climax in languid and staggered thrusts, shooting rope after rope of pearlescent cum over your tongue and uvula. You gag a little on his knob as it brushes with the back of your throat, but continue bobbing against his thrusts.

Finally feeling the last of his salty, umami load spill into your mouth, he looked down into your eyes as you pulled away from him. Gazing up into his face, you open your mouth and reveal your tongue to him. Your mouth was completely empty, no trace of himself on your tongue, in your cheeks, or over your lips.

“O-Oh, fuck,” His eyes rolled back in his head as he released his exclamation in a breathy moan. Just as he reached down to caress your cheek and lovingly draw you up on your feet, your face dissipated into a scentless spell of wispy vapors, your eyes were the last thing to leave his sight.

“Wha-? Where are y-you-?” he blinked a few times, searching for your face by his abdomen. Where he expected to see your fluttering eyelashes, he was only met with his twitching and rapidly deflating cock, his cum sticking to the loosely lying blanket hanging limply over his hips in his hammock. He growled in frustration and shame, furrowing his brows and clapping his hand over his forehead and pinching the bridge of his nose.

Flinging the covers off his waist, he shook his head and looked around the shared sleeping quarters of the Going Merry: only to immediately meet his gaze with your body lying peacefully with Chopper cradled firmly nestled on your chest. Breathing out a deep, forlorn sigh as he stepped out from his hammock and towards the bathroom: his shame painting his waist in a sinful display of pearlescent cum.

“Fuck,” he huffed under his breath.

Venturing firstly into the bathroom to clean himself up, he knew there was no way he was going to be able to go back to sleep with that image of you sucking his cock, and painting your throat with ribbons of his lust. He splashed some water into his face before venturing above deck towards the kitchen in a bid to quench his thirst.

The soft hum of your voice choking on his cock rang with the silent swell of the waves in his memory. Shaking his head, he could still feel the way your lips and tongue caressed his knob and raked down his shaft.

A flutter flooded through his chest, a shudder rolling from the base of his coccyx up to his skull as he was once again flooded with pleasure. His cock swelled beneath his pants, his knob twitching against the material and straining against the waistline.

He first started by pinching at his chest, enjoying the warmth left behind by his slow, teasing motion. Picturing your hands rubbing against him behind his eyelids, he permitted himself to whisper your name as he imagined your hands and lips on his skin. Diving into more of the fantasy, he traveled his hands lower down his chest and scratched his skin with blunt fingernails.

Just as his hand began to snake down his stomach and dive beneath the waistline of his sweatpants, he heard a soft call of his name from behind him.

“You okay?”

Roronoa Zoro

Without missing a beat, Zoro calls over his shoulder at you in a gruff bark.

“M’fine,” he halted his wandering hands, pressing the heels of his palms against the kitchen sink and hooking his fingers beneath the countertop while hanging his head. He heard you walking towards the fridge in the corner of the room, his dropped three-point earrings bobbing as he slowly raised his eyes to gaze out of the window.

The ringing of several glass bottles and movement of dishes within the door of the fridge had Zoro focussing on those single motions as opposed to what he was doing moments prior.

A gentle touch on his forearm called him out of his daze and prompted him to glance to you from the corner of his eye. Looking down at your hand, he noticed the brown, glass bottle offered out to him. He wordlessly grasped it without turning to face you.

Both of you removed your perspective screw caps from your beer bottles, him staring out the kitchen window and you resting your hips on the bench beside him gazing at the kitchen door.

“Were you just-,” you began, halting as he spoke over you.

“-Yes.” The finality of his tone fell from his lips like a warning bark to not go on further. As you took a swift swig from your bottle, you decided to ask for further clarification.

“And you were thinking about-,” you bit back your smile as he again interrupted your train of thought.

“-uh huh.”

Both of you lingered in the silence, the tension feeling thick in the air as you and he remained beside one another. You rose your bottle to your lips and gulped down the liquid with gusto. Zoro’s eyes watched you from the corner, his mind drawing comparisons to how easily you took his cock between your lips in his dream.

Releasing the bottle from your lips, your tongue flickered out to collect the frothed remnants left behind from the amber liquid before placing the bottle on the bench behind you. His eyes darkened, the lingering lust simmering in his chest and flooding his cock full of his pulsating want.

“You know,” you smirked, gently bumping his shoulder with yours with practiced familiarity, “I-... uh-... I didn't know you thought of me like that, Zoro.”

“M’sorry,” he muffled his apologies from between his teeth, arching his back in a low stoop while drinking the rest of his beer. You gently nudged him again with your shoulder, this time remaining behind and leaning into him.

“I didn't say I minded,” you murmured with a bashful smile over your features, “But… Wouldn't you rather the real thing?”

Immediately, Zoro's hands clapped over your shoulders with his eyes mere inches from yours.

“Don't start something you can't finish,” he warned you, already feeling on edge from his earlier touch and from the remnants of his dream propelling him onwards with a fiery intensity. Your eyes slowly dart down to his lips and back up to meet his eyes with a smirk tugging at your lips.

“Who says I can't finish?” you tease back at him, gently reaching up to clasp his wrists on your shoulders. “Look, we're all a little pent up here. Let me help you out. We're friends, right?”

Zoro's shock was evident in his features, his lips parting as he gazed longingly into your eyes. As you offered him only a smile in further confirmation, he sighed out with a small smile in a mirrored reflection of your own.

“Right,” his confirmation was met with a soft bob of his head and his grin rising to a more flirtatious expression, “We're friends.”

Usopp

He snapped his gaze over towards you as his hands froze their adventure against his own skin.

“N-No, I just-... I just-... I’m okay, I just wanted-... um-...” Usopp stuttered over his words, sheepishly pleading with himself for his cock to lessen. Your head lulled to the side as you examined him curiously.

His fluster rose up to pool in his cheeks and widen his eyes. Beads of sweat began to cascade down his temple to drop down his chin the longer he felt your gaze cast over him.

“What are you-...?” your eyes gently dipped to the pole pitching the front of his pants, prompting you to immediately snap up your eyes to meet his gaze with shock.

“I-I-...” he began, his fingers snapping out of their dip beneath his waist and flinging to the side of his face in a gesture of surrender.

“Did… Did you say my name?” you asked, lips parting and darting your eyes between his. His fluster only rose as his breathing came out in a series of huffed pants. He sheepishly moved his right hand to grip the scruff of his neck as his lips pulled back to reveal a soft, grimace-like smile.

“You know, i-it’s funny to me how-... How, you know?” he uttered sheepishly, avoiding your gaze while mentally screaming at his cock to reduce its swell, “You know? How you can-...” His eyes gently sought out your gaze from the corner of his eye.

As soon as his chocolate-colored eyes met with yours, his heart palpitations began to increase as he fought with the former images his brain vividly prepared of you earlier.

“I mean, c-can-...?” he continued to stumble over his explanation as he struggled against your gaze. You knew exactly what he was doing, the pitch in his pants would have informed you as such. His mind was racing, his heart was fluttering, and his face was struggling to keep up with the guilt of it all.

“I-I thought I f-found a mole?” Usopp managed to choke out. You continued searching his gaze, struggling with his explanation while choosing to ignore the tent in his pants. “Y-Yeah. A mole. You know how dangerous unchecked moles can be! I need to go and seek out medical attention for the mole.”

“A… mole?” you nod, truly not believing the prose he'd concocted, but refusing to acknowledge the more likely happenstances. “Perhaps-… It might be an idea to see Chopper? About, you know. The mole?” Usopp bobbed his head in enthusiastic acknowledgement, softly expressing his gratitude in his pleading eyes.

“You know? I think you're right. I'm gonna go see him, uh… right now!” At that, Usopp immediately sprinted out the threshold of the kitchen door, fleeing onto the deck of the Going Merry in an absolute embarrassed fluster. His feet had never carried him faster, and his motivation to escape from your presence and simply find a corner to cry in was too strong to have him remain behind.

You are left alone in the kitchen, feeling a pang of guilt at the fact you were so dehydrated after cradling Chopper on your chest in the night. He was a little heated blanket, but his fur would cause you to sweat some nights and the strands became prickly after a while.

Not expecting any of the others to be awake at the time, you were shocked to see Usopp up at this time. Shocking you more was the soft call of your name as his hands traveled over his pleasure points on his body. You didn't think he viewed you in that light, and you truly could admit you hadn't thought of him erotically.

Until now.

Sanji

Frozen in place, his mind failed to hold him accountable by stumbling over unspoken words in his mind. What was he to say? “I had a dream about you and I was so overwhelmed by the way I felt for you that I physically couldn't contain myself any further? I behaved like an idiot and decided to find solace in the one place I thought to be vacant as refuge for my impure thoughts,”? He couldn't admit that. Not out loud, at least.

“You…” your voice stuttered as you froze in place, “...you had a dream and decided to masturbate in the kitchen because you felt safe here?”

Sanji’s blood flooded his face, the hue on his cheeks as bright as a vibrant tomato. He felt steam almost rising from him as his hand still cupped his nipple and fingertips lay dormant at toying with his hemline.

He felt your approach behind him, your hand hovering over his shoulder before thinking against offering him a gentle touch and recoiling from your advances. Slowly turning back around, you walk towards the cupboard and grab a drinking glass and turn towards the refrigerator.

Silently opening the door, you bend to locate the glass decanter of tangerine juice Sanji had prepared a few nights prior and pour yourself a glass. Sanji continues to remain frozen and unmoving, his whole body feeling several rushes of shame reaching over him. He had accidentally confessed his feelings aloud, while you caught him in the act of touching himself, and then acted as if it was nothing to you while getting what you first ventured to the kitchen for.

“Sanji,” your soft hum pulled him from his thoughts and prompted his hands to snap away from his needy skin. “Please know, I don't blame you. It gets rather… frustrating, being at sea for so long. Especially sharing close crew quarters and bathing spaces. I understand.”

The blonde chef turned his blushing face towards you, his expression sheepish and ashamed. His lips parted in shock as his gray orbs darted over your form. You took a sip from the tangy juice, finishing the liquid and placing it on the table your hips were leaning on.

“I’ll-... I'll wash that,” he stuttered over his tumbling words, gesturing to your glass, “Please, just leave it there and try to get some rest. It's not even close to dawn, and you need your sleep.” You slowly begin to smile, a soft smirk tugging up your lips.

“And leave you here alone with your thoughts running wild?” you huff a small laugh at him, “Why don't I clean this, and you can tell me all about your dream, hm? I could help you start meal prep for the crew, while we chat, for when the rest of them wake up.” Sanji’s blush intensified, almost bleeding down into his chest and shooting tingles down his fingertips.

“Y-You-... It didn't-... It wasn't-...” he stuttered, prompting your laugh to rise further as you approached him. Rising to your toes, you give him a soft and gentle kiss on the cheek before nudging him with your hip out of the way of the sink.

“One of those ones was it?” you teetered off your laugh, gently filling the sink with warm water and gathering dish soap to rinse your water glass. “I don't mind a bit of lewd conversation from time to time. Go on, pretty boy, talk to me. I want to know.”

Sanji’s nose began to release a few drops of ruby blood. Reaching up his hand, he rubbed at it with his knuckles while a soft smile drew over his lips.

“Alright, then,” he smiled, reaching for the tissues at the side of his work station and cleaning up his nose, “Don't think any less of me when I tell you. I don't want you to see me as some sick pervert. I-... I respect you so much, and I don't want you to-.”

“-Sanji,” you cut him off, turning to the side and shaking your head affectionately at him, “You are a sick pervert, but it doesn't mean I love you any less. Go on, let me have it. What's this sick fantasy that's held you hostage in your dreams?”

Sanji chuckles, slowly nudging his hips playfully with yours to return your earlier sentiment. Sighing out his frustration, he begins relaying not one, not two, but fourteen fantasies he's had about you specifically in graphic detail. Each scenario is more extreme than the last, causing both of you to laugh at the absurdity of it all.

“And the last one? It was just a bit of throat fucking? That's it?” you huff your laughter, slowly aiding him in peeling and grating the potatoes to form oval-shaped domes for fried rosties, “No sex, just oral? How boring.”

Sanji chuckled again, going over to the sink and washing his hands after setting the eggs in ceramic bowls to rise in the oven, a water bath placed beneath each savory pudding.

“It was rather anticlimactic,” he admitted, drying his hands on a plush tea towel. “I mean, I still-... It still-... I-...” You ventured over to the sink and began to lather your hands in silken suds and rinse them beneath the warm water.

“You still finished,” you completed his sentence for him. He nodded, his earlier blush returning to his cheeks. Sighing out a little, you chastised him with a playfulness in your eyes and a small smirk drawing up your lips.

“You need to get laid, chef,” you noted to him, “Give your mind something else to focus on.” Sanji rolled his cigarette, placing the filter in his lips and fishing out his lighter.

“Why, you offering?” he asked while flicking the wick to ignite the flame. He took a lengthy inhale before choking out his exhale as you shrugged out your answer.

“Yes, I suppose I am.”

#one piece #x reader #dreaming of you series #usopp #zoro #sanji #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #op usopp #usopp x reader #zoro x reader #sanji x reader #one piece smut #one piece x reader #straw hats

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sugrclip · 6 months ago

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haechan fucking you ( 9th member ) in the managers car before filming content ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა. yk how there’s three rows sometimes ( front, middle, and back )? he’ll let the middle row down pushing you onto your stomach. lifting up your skirt and slipping his pants half way down to his knees. forcing his dick into your tiny pussy, wrapping his hand around your throat. and don’t tell him that you cant take it because he’s mean when he’s in a rush, and he’ll force you to anyway. “stop fucking pushing me out,” he would lean his weight against your back, whispering in your ear, when your pussy would force him out from the lack of you relaxing your walls . . .

squeezing your throat as a warning, not enough to cut off your flow of air though. he would pound you from behind, covering your mouth when you would get too loud, and start to whimper complaints to him. his balls plapping against your messy clit as your cream collected along his length. “but hae, taeyong will loo-” you went to say when he finally moved his hand but was quickly cut off when he grabbed your chin forcing you to look back at him, “does it look like i care? c’mon cum for me, be a good girl.”

the whimpers he would let out when you squeezed around him; both of your moans unreasonably high in pitch. both of you sounding pathetic and needy. him chasing his orgasm while bringing you to the edge of yours. “you’re so…,” you cried out in pleasure, babbling, “mean to me.” you’re eyes fluttered back in ecstasy as he rammed into that sweet spot inside of you. “thought i was your favorite, baby?” he pushed your head down, gripping your hips— fucking like bunnies. he was absolutely shameless, meanwhile you— half of the guys thought you were this innocent girl who wore curly slicked-back pigtails and pranced around cuddling everyone. haechan though, could see behind your demeanor. let’s talk about that one time in the vacation house you fucked in the shower to avoid the cameras or how he forced himself down your throat every night when you were paired to share hotel rooms during tour . . .

plus i mean he was literally balls deep inside of your cunt. he slapped your ass harshly, the loud crack filling the car when he saw your arch faltering. “come on arch your back… stop playing,” he forced himself to not bite and nibble the side of your neck. “hnnn.. i’m sorry please… i’m coming hae!” you squealed out mid sentence, his thrusts making your voice tremble and falter, your body writhing. not even ten seconds later he came after you, whimpering and groaning about how you were milking him.

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muntitled · 7 months ago

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CATCH | L. JENO

Lycan!Jeno x afab!reader

➛ Summary: Perhaps making your uncontrollable boyfriend chase you was a bad idea after all

➛ Warnings: Language, Paranormal!au, Fluff, Established Relationship, Possessiveness, Doggy Traits, Ownership Kink (he owns you in his mind) Lycan!Jeno, Cat and Mouse game, Smut +18 (mdni), Mating Press, Rutting, Primal Kink, Praise Kink, Dry Humping, Neediness, Scent Kink, Dom!Jeno, Sub!Reader, Whimpering, Breeding Kink, PIV

<3 happy spooky season

"I mean…" There's a quiet, stunned sound that leaves his lips as Jeno forces both his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. He gazes at you through his hooded eyelids. "Are you sure?" You weren't sure of anything, to be completely honest and neither was he. You explain this to him with a quirk of your lips as your fingers weaved through your laces, knotting them with a quickness before your game commenced...

"It's just," he releases more distraught, more nervous habits unconsciously overcoming his body in irregular and jarring spurts. You gazed up at him from bended knee, now preoccupied by tying Jeno's laces too, and you chuckled. "It's just what, Big Boy?"

There was a chuckle that broke across the once painfully serious cracks of his visage, his smile even brighter with the elation across his face. "You know it is... probably not smart to do this. You know I'm not going to be able to-” his ears perk up. “Tighter," he asks distractedly, "-could you tie the left one just a little tighter," Jeno stomped his left foot in indication, the shriveled leaves crunching ever so slightly under the leather soles of his sneakers.

You had never quite believed in the societal construct of a soulmate until you had met Jeno. Upon your union, it all seemed to fall so surreptitiously into place that a life before him had seemed utterly bland, and so completely... boring. There was warmth that seized the man's entire countenance and you put it all to very good use. Not a single tear was shed without Jeno curling into you, quite forcefully stuffing his large, masculine frame under your armpit under a very, very strict comfort policy.

And that was before you found out about his little… biological quirk.

He didn't really know where it came from, thethats that lived inside him. It had just always been there. Jeno kept the beast restrained on most occasions but that came with some dire repercussions: finding some bits of your furniture chewed up. Jeno promising to replace. His overt and unflinching loyalty was another facet of his quirk.

You could not show if anyone at work bothered you without Jeno tapping his foot anxiously against the floorboards of your shared apartment, chewing on the ends of his nails while the rest of him was seized in restlessness. "I'm not going to leave until you tell me," He would say, pushing the door of your bedroom open every time it threatened to close shut.

"Boundaries," You would yell, "Boundaries, Jeno! You don't have to know about every detail of my life!"

"I am respecting your Boundaries," he would say, sneering his nose up at that crude dirty word.

The word that wanted you to be away from him. The word that saw you two occasionally (frustratingly) separated.

Boundaries.

"I am respecting your boundaries," he would say from the doorways. "I haven't even set foot over the line once, even though you are very clearly upset." His sweet, slightly feral obliviousness would usually aid in washing away water grievances you had acquired from your work life or outside friendships, your life untouched by Jeno. Even his flaws held a nauseating dose of happiness. His forgetfulness, his altruism, his overthinking, his restlessness. There was not a single part of your Jeno that you did not drink up in admiration. You were lucky to have him.

"I don't really see what the problem is, Jeno." You continue, "It's not like- still, Jeno, could you keep your leg still? That's why I can't tie the knot too well," You pat down his jittery leg in what you hope acts as a sedative for his nerves. It works momentarily, truthfully he just loves having your natural body heat in such close range with his. He could feel it all radiating off your palm, through his slacks no problem. He zeroed in on that particular activity far too much and it illicited a wayward shiver that wracked through his body. "It's not like you're going to hurt me," You say, tugging on the bows you had fashioned out of his laces one final time before rising from the forest floor. You dust a layer of sticks and dead leaves from your exposed knee while Jeno continues his nervous tirade. "You dont know-"

"I do know. I know that you're capable of controlling yourself, Jeno. I know that you're in love with me. I know that you'd never, ever do anything to hurt me." Eye contact. If there was a single force in the entire known (and unknown), the whole goddamn multiverse included, that could rile Jeno up with the amount of pressure stored in an atomic bomb, it was the eye contact. You gaze up at him with nothing but trust blazing in your eyes as you sunk your grip into his hoodie. A hoodie he was particularly fond of, even hesitant to part with even though he knew it was a full moon.

"I don't like losing," He admits gravely as he lifts the hoodie over his shoulders, discarding it on the forest floor. You watch with slight excitement as your boyfriend's bare skin is illuminated by the moonlight. Leaving him in nothing but his grey basketball shorts and his sneakers

"It's too close to a full moon," His lips are but a mere inch away from you. You can hear his ragged breath. It's a sound that flows in sync with the natural cacophony of the woods, the hum of the fireflies and drum of the crickets, all hidden away, singing for the couple, perched under the waning moon.

"That's part of the fun though, isn't it?" You finally break eye contact but your periphery reveals a keen-eared, frozen-solid Jeno, still watching you with the transfixed gaze of a hawk. He's starkly aware of every single thing around you, his senses being at their most potent especially when he found himself in his natural habitat.

"You're not going to run away?" You nearly chuckle at that but you hold it in, quite enjoying the charged air that is buzzing between the two of you.

"Running away's the entire point, Baby," there is a richness in your vibrato that completely does him in. A sharp, distressing growl reverberates from his chest. It bleeds into a squeaky whine when you bury your fingers into his overgrown and rugged head of hair.

"Running from me. I mean, you're not gonna end up... running away from me... forever..." he all but slurs, eyes fluttering shut as you scratch the side of his head in a way that elicited a warmth in his very bones, the need to soothe that delicious itch in his very being was unparalleled. He craved more of your touch, he craved more of you-

"You get the rest when you get me." You state firmly, much to Jeno's dismay who releases another growl, much to the shame of his almost-human- non-human self.

"It'll be fun." You reassure the man as you begin to bounce lightly on the balls of your feet. You fill your lungs with the fresh and dewey air of the woodland fencing the both of you and you ready your limbs. Jeno begins to shake his head slowly, then much more furiously as he sees you beginning to break away.

"N-No, don't-" He clamps a large hand over his mouth but the growl is heard all the same. It has your eyes wideneing in glee as you move even farther away, breaking into a slight jump before speeding off into the thickness of the wood. A wave of nausea paired with excitement zings through his entire body at the sight of your whizzing frame and his legs move on their own accord.

You're fighting to dodge brambles and branches of every kind. Trees and their obnoxious arms crisscrossing overriding one another, causing you to bend at odd and athletic angles as you sprinted through the night-veiled wood. There was an eerieness to the open space, the vastness of it, yet the density that was bestowed by the clumping, plentiful trees. You knew, had you been caught under any orher circumstances, you might have been seized bu fear. Fear was so common to you, it might as well have lived in your bloodstream. It marred itself across tue scenes of your childhood, manifesting in odd, grim drawings, the inability to sleep in the dark and a bed-wetting era you had grown out of at an embarrassingly late edge. Fear was your companion and it might have destroyed you in this very moment, when you were dodging passed tall, crooked silhouettes of pine trees... were it not for the entity- no, man- that is sending loud enough growls for you to hear on your aggressive getaway.

Butterflies soar in your stomach as your feet beat down on the uneven forest floor. You fight to keep your gaze locked on the nature-crafted obstacle coarse ahead of you, choosing to ignore the hurried lunges sounding behind you. Squirrels scatter in your wake and the owls hoot from their post. The animals watch in anticipation as your energy depletes and your breathing becomes far more ragged and spent.

An unforeseeable ache blossoms in your upper arms first as the butterflies in your bleeds into a sharp, afflicting stitch that has you veering off course. Your thighs lunge the rest of yoir heavy body forward with vigor and determination, using up all the energy you have stored inside. Soon, the world begins to tilt and you're met with the sharp end of a branch that had gone undetected by you. A small scrape slashes across your arm and yet you still keep running.

Another, final growl is sent into the air and for a brief, quiet moment you find yourself gazing up at the waning moon. This was the final evening you got to spend with your lover before the full moon took him away from you, wanting him all to herself like a selfish, immortal bitch.

It is then when you find yourself slowing down. A fire is raging in your esophagus and just as your lungs begin their reduced intake of fresh air, youre yelping as yoire being tackled to the ground with a force that knocks your air out.

"FUCK-" You curse as he rolls the both of you onto the mossy, forest floor. Somehow, he made provisions for you, making sure to lock his arm around your head as the two of you tumbled to the ground in a messy heap. The sound of rapid panting right in your ear.

When you open your arms, you are claimed underneath him. His hands resting against the sides of your head, caging you in with the promise of never letting you go again. His tongue lolled out of his mouth. As if you were a restless baby bird that he might lose again. He gazes down at you with wild eyes brimming with intensity and satisfaction from the chase you had given to him. Both of your uneven ragged breathing fill the space between you until-

"I've... I've got a cut," You whisper in between your loud breathing, "You wouldn't have caught me so soon if I hadn't-"

"Please, just shut up," He murmurs robotically before colliding his lips with yours in a furious and fiery kiss that seems to last for ages. His hands find their way at your sides, sinking his fingers into the soft skin that would otherwise be painful, but what is incredibly erotic.

You try to break away, to try and breathe but he only forces his kiss even deeper. Jeno is unsure if it's a distraught moan or a cry that bubbles up from your chest and it's the not knowing, the possibility of it being both, that has Jeno's cock aching against his pants. He experimentally ruts into your leg once and it's enough to break the kiss and have him groaning into the forest air. "Oh God," he moans in utter delight, and you watch him rut helplessly against your leg while firmly encircling a large hand around your throat. Jeno does not anticipate the strength in his grip, but he is too far gone, completely locked away in a world of pleasure as he murmurs with his hooded eyes: "Never. You never, never, never leave me like that again-"

You motion as if to respond but it's completely drowned out when he pulls down your shorts in quick, delirious movements. You steeple your legs and watch on perched elbows as Jeno kneels before you, head twitching in anticipation of your exposed heat. He can smell how excited you are, how completely helpless that one small exercise had made you for him and it drives him into an early.

You watch with intent as Jeno pulls your panties down- he nearly rips it in half, the need to mount you and spill his seed inside you was just far too great. But, Jeno remembers how badly you scolded him the last time he tore off your clothes. This time he was careful.

"Fuck, you’re gonna have my pups," He admits as he stares down at your naked body. You are bathed in moonlight, and your arousal shone prettily against your inner thighs. The string of beads around your waist shine prettily in the moonlight.

"Youre gonna to need you fuck me then, Jeno.” That tone, that goddamn tone has his eyes latching onto yours in a fraction of a second, his head nodding furiously as your words of affirmation filled him with so much zeal it felt as if he might die.

"I can do that," he says, lining his cock up with your glistening entrance, "I can be good for you. I can do that."

The confidence that had once consumed you, completely washes away as Jeno rams his length into you. By the very first thrust, he's latching onto the ends of unbuttoned shirt with one hand, while he melt to the forest floor, supported by the other.

"No, no, no, look at me, please," His command has your cunt clenching around him, illiciting a deep and painful growl from within him. Jeno's face is mere inches away from yours, as his charged and incessant 'hah, hah, hah's spill out of him with every deliciously thrust. He watches you writer underneath him. Pride and attraction dances a great dance in the confines of his heart as you lift your shaky hands to glide over his exposed chest. He was quite literally fucking you into the ground, it was unlike anything any man had ever administered. Your head moved above you with the force of his thrusts and your voice was clogged with the pressure of your oncoming orgasm.

Jeno was so thoroughly focused on cumming inside you that it overtook his entire brain. He gazed down at you with the satisfaction of claiming you, that you were his and nothing else. His scent was going to be mixed with yours and that's all that matters.

"I'm going to cum inside you," he says, rutting into you at an even wilder pace, “Gonna g-give you my seed, pretty girl- Fuck-”

You mindlessly nod as you feel your cunt begin to tighten around his cock once more. He's so deep and so quick, it's a struggle to concentrate on speaking at all.

"Tell me, please! I need you to tell me. Tell I'm a good boy for you! Tell me I can spill my seed inside you, baby please-"

Behind his huffing and fervent frame, the sky is speckled with gorgeous stars. There are stars in his hooded, pleading words and stars in his voice. He's so close to ecstasy and he needs you to reassure him. "Cum for me, baby," You bring a hand to the side of his face, causing him to lean into it with closed eyes. "You're such a good boy, Jeno. Please, cum for me." Your pussy tightening around him a singke time as him cumming on the spot. His cum, hot and heady floods your insides. It's so much. You're being so completely filled. Your hand twitches om his cheek and your back arches as your own oegasm washes over you. A glorious, heavenly ecstasy overtakes your entire being and Jeno buries his head in the crook of your neck. His cock still thrusts into you as you ride the high, your mouth open in a silent cry as your arms lock around his head.

"My beautiful girl," He mutters as you float back down to earth, "My gorgeous, beautiful girl." The kisses you're met with is endless as your shoulder slump and you're transported, once again, to the real world.

The biggest smile you have ever had the pleasure of witnessing is stitched onto his face as Jeno peers up at you from laying his head on your chest. "Again," he says, causing you to laugh in completely disbelief. "We go again. This time I'll give you a head start-"

"Down boy," you say, keeping your head wrapped around his head, "Let me catch my breath first."

#jeno #jeno x reader #jeno x you #jeno x y/n #jeno smut #lee jeno #jeno fanfic #lee jeno smut #lee jeno x reader #lee jeno fanfic #nct dream #nct dream x reader #jeno x black reader #nct dream x black reader #nct dream smut #nct dream fanfic

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2cupids · 2 years ago

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𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏$$𝐘 | 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬

warnings — fem reader, overstimulation, oral (f. receiving), f.ingering, pet names (doll, baby)

no sooner than your vision returns to normal, does your boyfriend’s latch his mouth onto your overly sensitive core again.

you’ve lost count of how count of how many times you’ve cum tonight. hell, you can barely even remember your last name. that’s how foggy your brain is.

you run your fingers through his hair and weakly tug at the strands but just enough to get his attention as you whine. “p-please too much, i-it’s too m-much.”

he moans against your cunt from the sting of his hair being pulled but he remains unfazed by your pleads, continuing to flick his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves and sucking it into his mouth as he drives two fingers into your hole. he does, however, let his free hand roam around the sheets until he finds your hand, intertwining your fingers together. your heart flutters at the simple yet intimate gesture.

he remains situated between your legs, one minute he’s lapping at your arousal then the next minute he’s suddenly pulling away and sitting back on his knees to look at you.

“let me honest with you, doll. i’m nowhere near finished with you. you let me have one taste of that sweet pussy and i can’t help myself, you know how i get,” he says before bending down to whisper the next part in your ear. “just let me stay down here a little longer— play with her a little more. then i’ll put this dick inside that pretty little pussy of yours if you’ll let me and fuck you to sleep while i fill you up.”

you clench around nothing except air at the lewdness of his words and all you can do in response is dumbly nod at him, too weak and tired to speak.

he brings your hand up to his lips, your fingers still interlocked and kisses the back of your hand. “thank you for being so good for me baby. we’ll do whatever you want tomorrow, how does that sound?”

you nod again and he returns to his previous position, placing a kiss on the hood of your swollen clit. “you think if i add three fingers i can get you to squirt?”

shownu, kihyun, johnny, taeyong, yuta, kun, changkyun, doyoung, jaehyun, hongjoong, seonghwa, yunho, san, mark, xiaojun, mingi, hendery, haechan, jaemin

note: now y’all i don’t write for mx but i.m, shownu, and kihyun (jooheon too lowkey) give me the vibe that they would do this

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xotaemintol · 2 days ago

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ᯓPhone sex HC with- MKL•NJM•PJS ᯓ★

ᯓ“All you gotta do is say yes…”. ᯓ★

WARNING: This fanfiction includes; Phone Sex, Masturbation, Guided Masturbation, Praise, Suggestive content, Cursing, Dirty Talk, and more. If you are a minor, GO AWAY. If you are triggered by any of these things, kindly look away •u•

|asfab reader//fem pet names used ‘pretty girl’ ‘good girl’ ‘special girl.’ Plus size friendly, poc reader in mind ᢉ𐭩|

ᯓFeedback,notes, and reposts are always greatly appreciated and constructive criticism is always welcome, enjoy ᯓ★

ᢉ𐭩NA JAEMINᢉ𐭩

You can hear him breathing, his voice is like honey—his words dragging as he purrs soft commands in your ear. “Just like that baby, ooohhh my pretty girl, I bet you look so pretty for me right now.” He doesn’t touch himself, just enjoying the sounds you make. From the sound of your breathing to your slightly muffled moans.

He doesn’t want to be too mean tonight. Jaemin knows just how much his special girl misses him, so when you get close he asks you to wait. “Can you do that for me baby, can you hold it?” You reply in a whiny and desperate tone saying yes, but your whole body jolts when he calls you a good girl for being so obedient.

“I want you to tell me just how much you miss me, tell me how badly you wish I was there and I’ll let you cum, okay?” Although he can’t see you, your head nods frantically.

You don’t notice until youve started spewing lewd cries of love and desperation, but he’s finally started touching himself. Getting off to the sound of you telling him that you just can’t live without him, how you miss the way he fills you up and how tightly he holds you.

But he doesn’t cum, if he was trying to get off then you’d be on the phone for hours because he’d never feel satisfied.

“You gonna cum baby? Hm?” He knows you’re there when you stop replying, all he can hear is faint slapping sounds—he loves the way you fuck yourself crazy for him.

It’s not until you hear his voice telling you that it’s okay to cum that you finally let go, letting out sweet cries of his name as you do so.

ᢉ𐭩JISUNG PARKᢉ𐭩

Jisung wasn’t sure about phone sex, despite the hotel walls being as thick as a cinder block—Chenle was next door and there was no telling when he’d pound on the door or if he could hear. But when you called his name in that coaxing voice Jisung couldn’t stop himself from slipping his hand underneath the band of his adidas pants. You giggle at the sound of him shuffling around in his hotel bed, knowing that he likely has anything and everything on it. He misses you so much, he knows that just jerking off wont be enough and he’s not afraid to voice that. “I want to kiss you so bad baby, I wish you were here right now.” He swallows thickly, asking you if you’re touching yourself too. His awkward question and shy laugh is so enduring. “Go slow…I want our paces to match.”

You follow his request and melt into pleasure. There isn’t too much talking at first, Jisung is listening for you and you’re listening for him until you ask him to talk. “Uhm, what-what do I say?” His brain is so foggy, his slow movements up and down his cock feels so treacherous. But with a push he gets the hang of it, muttering soft praises—his deep and soft voice is dripping with lust. Every word coming out slowly, so full of passion and unfiltered desire.

“I…I wanna be inside you so bad baby…” Every thing he says, no matter how sweet or how dirty pushes you closer and closer.

It takes him a moment to realize, but when he does he encourages you to finish for him. “Cum for me baby, I wanna hear your voice…mhm…I-I wanna hear you say my name and-and feel you, feel you so…so fucking deep.” As your voice grows louder his does the same, the sounds of your voice and his fill the hotel room as euphoria washes over you both.

ᢉ𐭩MARK LEEᢉ𐭩

You called him late at night, he was still in the studio and his voice sounded so tired. “Hey baby…” he purred in a sleepy tone, it was bad enough that you were missing him so badly. But he was so carelessly turning you on—you felt guilty for the way you asked him to keep talking as you slipped your hand into your underwear. “What are you doing up late baby, you couldn’t sleep without hearing my voice?” Of course he knew what you were doing. Youve told him too many times that his voice turns you on for him not to know you’d be touching yourself to it.

Luckily for you he’s so vocal and instead of shaming you, he eggs it on. “Baby, you know it’s dangerous for you to call me like this while I’m working.” He said playfully in a low and soft tone, you could hear him smiling as he spoke. He was obviously entertained by how little he had to do to get you off, the way you shamelessly moaned into the speakers made him feel so proud. “You sound so pretty for me baby, you missed me that much?” His question only made you feel lightheaded with desire. “Ooh, baby, I know you missed me more than that, right? Show me how much you missed me.”

Your shaky voice is so cute to him, the way you helplessly call out his name and beg for him to come over—pleading despite knowing he’s half way across the world for another week.

“It’s okay baby, I’ll be there soon. I’ll take care of you just like you need, you want that baby?”

When you don’t respond he just chuckles, knowing from your sudden heavy breathing and broken calls of his name that you’re about to cum.

“Be as loud as you want baby, it’s just me.”

Finally when you release he’s laughing to himself, praising and comforting you—wishing he wasn’t working and that he could’ve gotten off too….

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Title: Confidential Touch

paring: Idol!Lee Donghyuck x fan!reader

warnings:smut,fingering,cunnilingus,protected sex,oral,penetrative sex(f and m receiving),nda

word count: 3k+

You had no idea your fan letter would get noticed—let alone lead to this.

The room you’re in is silent, sterile, and vaguely intimidating. White walls, minimal decor, the subtle scent of sandalwood in the air. You’re seated on a plush velvet couch, clutching your phone, staring down at the pristine Non-Disclosure Agreement on the table in front of you.

“Once you sign,” the woman in black says calmly, “you’ll be escorted to the suite. Haechan is expecting you.”

Haechan. The idol you’ve worshiped for years. The one whose voice has tucked you into bed through headphones, whose laughter you memorized, whose dancing made your heart ache. You always thought meeting him would happen from the pit of a concert, or at best, a hi-touch event.

Not like this.

Your signature feels shaky on the paper. You sign anyway.

The woman nods, collects the papers, and gives you a brief smile. “He likes confidence.”

You’re escorted up a private elevator. Your pulse is erratic. Your reflection in the elevator doors looks flushed and nervous—bare legs under your skirt, lip gloss already half-worn from biting it too hard.

When the door opens, it’s not what you expect.

The suite is dimly lit with warm amber lights, soft jazz playing in the background, and Haechan standing by the window in a black silk shirt, slightly unbuttoned.

“Hey.” His voice is honeyed, casual, like you’ve done this before. “You showed.”

You swallow. “Hi.”

His eyes rake over you, not with amusement—but something darker. “You’re cute.”

You laugh, awkward and unsure.

“Don’t be nervous,” he says, stepping closer. He smells like wood and citrus and something unmistakably male. “Or do. I kind of like that.”

You flinch slightly as he brushes his fingers against your cheek, tilting your chin. “Did you read the whole NDA?”

You nod. “Yes.”

“No photos, no names, no details outside this room.” His thumb presses gently to your lower lip. “But in here? You can have all of me.”

You shiver at the implication.

He takes your hand and guides you toward the bedroom. It’s lush, hotel-like, with silk sheets and low lighting. You barely have time to process before he’s pulling you in by the waist.

“I’ve read your letter,” he murmurs. “Twice.”

Your breath catches. “You… actually read it?”

His smile is all heat now. “Yeah. You have a dirty little imagination.”

You flush scarlet, your thighs instinctively pressing together.

He notices. “You said you’ve thought about me touching you backstage. About me pulling you into a dressing room and fucking you until you can’t walk. That what you want tonight?”

Your answer is a soft gasp, but he takes it as consent. His lips crash into yours—warm, demanding, practiced. He tastes like cinnamon gum and something unidentifiably addictive.

He kisses like he’s trying to consume you.

Before you realize it, he’s pushed you onto the bed, hands roaming your thighs, lifting your skirt. “You wore this for me?”

You nod breathlessly. “I didn’t know if you’d—if this was even real.”

“It’s real,” he whispers, sliding your panties down slowly. “So real you’re already wet.”

You squirm under his touch, hips rising instinctively when he brushes two fingers along your slick folds. He chuckles low. “So sensitive.”

He kisses down your neck, sucking just under your jaw as his fingers begin to tease your entrance. “Let me see how good your little fantasies are.”

You moan, unable to help it, when he pushes two fingers inside—slow and deliberate. He curls them just right, eyes never leaving your face.

“God, you’re tight,” he breathes. “You ever done this before?”

“Not like this,” you whisper.

He grins. “Good.”

Then he lowers himself between your thighs, tongue flicking over your clit with practiced precision. Your back arches, a broken moan escaping you as he eats you out like a man starved—lips sucking, tongue circling, fingers curling deeper.

You tug at his hair, gasping his name.

“Haechan—oh my god—”

He doesn’t stop until you’re trembling, thighs quaking around his head, crying out his name as you fall apart.

And he watches you the whole time. Smirking, glowing with pride.

“That’s one,” he says, licking his fingers clean. “You got another in you?”

Your chest still rises and falls rapidly, heartbeat thudding in your ears. Haechan sits back on his knees between your thighs, the glow of the bedside light outlining the sharp curve of his jaw. His black shirt is halfway unbuttoned now, hair slightly mussed from where your fingers gripped it.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking when he sees how wrecked you look.

“Didn’t even need ten minutes,” he murmurs, dragging a finger down the inside of your thigh. “But we’re not done yet.”

You try to catch your breath, lifting onto your elbows. “Are you always like this with fans?”

He pauses, something flickering in his eyes. “No.”

Before you can ask what that means, he’s crawling over you again, mouth brushing the shell of your ear. “Don’t think too hard. Just feel.”

You nod, exhaling shakily.

His lips meet yours again, slower this time—lingering, deep. You taste yourself on his tongue as his hands slide up beneath your shirt, fingers teasing the curve of your waist. He lifts the fabric slowly, pulling it over your head and tossing it aside. His gaze darkens when he sees your lace bra.

“Fuck,” he breathes, running a hand over the swell of your chest. “You’re unreal.”

With one smooth motion, he unhooks your bra and tosses it behind him. His hands cup your breasts, thumbs flicking across your nipples until you whimper. Then he lowers his mouth to them, sucking lightly, teeth scraping just enough to make you arch.

You fumble with his shirt, your nerves overtaken by need. He helps you, pulling it off and tossing it to the floor. His chest is lean, toned, skin warm and soft under your palms.

When your hands move lower, toward the waistband of his pants, he grabs your wrists gently and pins them above your head.

“Not yet,” he says, voice low and commanding.

Your breath hitches.

He leans down again, kissing along your collarbone. “I like taking my time.”

Then, finally, he lets go of your wrists and reaches down to unbuckle his belt. You watch, transfixed, as he slowly undoes his jeans and pushes them down, followed by his briefs. He’s already hard, thick and flushed, and your mouth goes dry.

Haechan watches your reaction with a crooked grin. “Something you like, baby?”

You nod quickly, unable to form words.

He strokes himself slowly, deliberately, as he climbs back over you. “I want you to remember how this feels. Every time you hear my voice, every time you see me on stage—I want your thighs to clench because you remember.”

You whimper, legs spreading instinctively as he positions himself between them.

He pauses, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Condom?”

You nod again, and he reaches into the bedside drawer without missing a beat, rips the foil open with his teeth, and rolls it on.

Then—finally—he slides into you.

You gasp, nails digging into his back as he stretches you, slow and deliberate. He hisses between his teeth, head falling forward to rest against your shoulder.

“God, you feel so fucking good.”

He begins to move, slow at first, letting you feel every inch. His thrusts are deep, unhurried, building the tension until you’re gasping into his neck, clutching him like he’s the only real thing in the world.

“Faster,” you beg.

He obeys.

Each thrust knocks the breath from your lungs, your moans mixing with the slick sounds of your bodies colliding. His hand grips your thigh, lifting it higher to get deeper, and your eyes roll back.

“Haechan—please—”

“Say my name again,” he pants, fucking into you harder. “Louder.”

You cry out, back arching, body trembling beneath him.

He leans down, kissing you roughly, his other hand reaching between your bodies to rub tight circles on your clit. You shatter in seconds—your second orgasm ripping through you like a wave.

He follows soon after, groaning your name as he buries himself deep one last time.

When he collapses beside you, both of you breathless and flushed, the room is filled with the sound of your rapid breathing and the soft jazz still playing.

For a while, neither of you speak.

Then Haechan turns his head and looks at you. “So…”

You blink at him. “So?”

“You’re not just a fan anymore.”

That sends a ripple of something through your chest—warmth, confusion, danger.

“What does that mean?” you whisper.

He smiles, but it’s gentler this time. “It means I want to see you again.”

You stare. “Like… tonight again? Or—?”

“I mean again,” he says softly, brushing his thumb along your arm. “If you want.”

You nod, heart pounding again for a whole different reason. “I want.”

He leans in, kisses you softly, then adds, “There’s a burner phone in your purse. Use it. Only that number. We keep this just between us, yeah?”

You nod again.

Because you know—whatever this is, whatever it turns into—it’s already dangerous.

And you want more.

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