#eat pussy every morning/night fuck on the daily and try taking in the ass at least once (can become a regular thing if he wants it)

[yappacadaver]

i wonder what he does to escape

[husbandhoshi]

dessert for breakfast [m]

pairing: joshua x f!reader

summary: being married to joshua hong has a lot of perks—he’s a good cook, thoughtful as hell, and your very best friend (when he’s not being a smartass). he also gives great head, which he never, ever fails to remind you of.

tags: softdom!josh, househusband!au, oral (m and f!receiving), unprotected piv sex, size kink, tummy bulge, fingering, pussy slapping, mention of sexting/nudes

wc: 3.3k 

“good morning, baby,” you laugh, pressing your hands up against joshua’s broad chest in lieu of accepting the steaming mug of coffee in his hand.

“good morning.” he bends to kiss you on the cheek before offering you the cup again with a smile.

you’ve always been surprised by how this ritual never grows old; every morning you find yourself craving the daily warmth of the cup joshua always hands you and the soft giggles between stolen kisses, usually when he’s trying to swat you away as he makes breakfast.

“sorry, it’s a little hot still,” he says softly, glittery eyes still trained on you as you place the cup on the bathroom countertop beside you.

“mmm, you don’t have to apologize for a thing,” you murmur. you slide your hands up from his chest to behind his neck to pull him into a kiss. it’s sweet at first, joshua’s hands warm and big as they move to rest on your hips comfortably, like a habit. his soft lips never fail to make your heart squeeze, like you were sharing your first kiss all over again. you press into his warmth, giggling when he nips at your bottom lip playfully.

seeking the heat of your skin, he hikes the oversized dress shirt (his, obviously) you had thrown on last night up your hips, his thumbs rubbing the exposed skin. usually you have underwear on, but you decided to go commando to bed after he fucked you yesterday—no use in adding to the laundry.

when you pull away for air, your foreheads touching, he murmurs, “no panties? it’s almost like you’re trying to be late to work.”

“shua,” you half heartedly protest as his hands move to grope your bare ass, causing you to laugh. you see his eyes twinkle, still millimeters from yours, and lean in for another warm kiss, which he gladly accepts.

his hands wander while he peppers kisses over your face, and that tingly, giddy feeling floods your body. you smile against his lips, heart feeling so goddamn full as he looks at you with those pretty, love-filled eyes. it’s wicked what he does to you, how you’re wrapped around his finger with puppy love as he is most certainly thinking lewd thoughts with the way he’s kneading your ass.

“can i eat you out?” joshua asks, voice hushed but excited. “i promise it’ll be quick.” 

and you, once again, are proven right. 

you’d say no, but the way he’s kissing your ear and rubbing your hips is certainly a compelling argument. and you know he can’t resist giving a little morning head. he just can’t help it.

it always surprises you how much he dotes on you, how he looks at you like you’re an angel even when you’ve only just woken up, but it never fails to send your heart aflutter. it’s hot, but even more than that, it makes you feel so loved and so special.

instead of giving a verbal answer, you pull his hand to your warm core. he’s such a good kisser, you admittedly are already a little wet, something he takes immense pride in.

joshua looks at you with his most incredulous expression, just to see you embarrassed. “already? you’re making me blush,” he teases as he runs his fingertips between your folds.

you roll your eyes playfully, but you can’t deny the heat that rushes to your core seeing him drop to his knees.

“have i ever told you how good you look down there?”

“too often—horrible for my ego.” and yet he still cannot hide the smile on his face as his hands gently part your thighs. “fuck, you already smell so good,” he says under his breath, head tipping backward so you can position your cunt well over his mouth.

“shut up and eat me out,” you laugh and lower your hands to tug at his hair impatiently.

he’s sucking a new hickey into your inner thigh when he hears that, and he stops to look up at you and tilt his head disapprovingly, a teasing smile on his lips. “mmm, i wouldn’t say that to someone who can and will make you late to work.”

joshua’s always prided himself on how fast he can get you off with his mouth. but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like taking his time, and you know how he loves going slow.

you would normally argue back, but you can already feel your cunt aching for contact. “please, shua,” you whine.

to your relief, he obliges, running a finger over the seam of your pussy and gathering your arousal on his fingertip. he inserts it into your cunt, slowly so you can feel the stretch.

it’s already so wet down there, and that both humiliates you and turns you on even more.

“o-oh!—” his fingers are incredibly thick, something that has always driven you crazy. you feel your walls clench around the digit, and you cry out in pleasure as he slowly fingers you, warm tongue lapping at your inner thigh, your glossy pussy lips. the feeling gives you goosebumps, and the slight pressure around your clit already has you whining for more.

when his lips do circle around your clit, you let out an almost pornographic moan, hips bucking against his face. you look down at him and it almost makes you moan—his nose is wet, lips swollen, eyes dark and intense.

“fuck, you love that, huh?” joshua says and slips a second finger into your tight hole. to your absolute demise, he moans, tongue peeking from his pretty lips to lap up your arousal dripping onto his palm and fingers. 

the platinum of his wedding ring is cool against your heated flesh, and the sensation feels so good, it sends tears to your eyes. 

“feels—feel so full,” you softly cry, one hand tangled up in his hair and the other propped up on the bathroom counter. even one knuckle deep, his fingers fill you up perfectly, and your thighs shake with every motion.

he sucks on your clit again, tonguing it lightly. his fingers still move at a pace that makes you whine for him to go faster, something he wants to deny you of so he can taste you longer. but seeing how desperate you are (and, being the responsible man he is, noting the time constraint), he lets your hips move of their own accord, fucking yourself on his fingers as he places a thumb on your clit so you can grind up against it. your head lolls back in pleasure, eyes rolled back and mouth hanging open.

“god, you look so pretty,” he murmurs, eyes fixed on you, wandering from your tits, heaving as your open shirt falls further and further down your shoulders, to the blissed, fucked-out expression on your face. if your eyes weren’t closed, you’d see how enamored he looks.

“s-so close,” you manage, feeling your cunt get impossibly tight. every time you sink down on his fingers, it knocks the breath out of you, and joshua thinks the mere sound is enough to make him cum.

“fuck, you’re doing so good for me,” he groans again, removing his fingers. you’re lucid enough to protest, but he begins to lick into your sopping hole, greedy to taste you, hear you cry for him. then he licks up to your clit, alternating between swirling his tongue around it and sucking.

your knees feel like jelly as you approach your high—joshua knows this, and with a strong hand, hikes your thigh over his shoulder, allowing him better access. the new position also allows him to grab a handful of your ass, and the combination of that and the intensity at which he’s lapping at your cunt pushes you over the edge.

“c-cumming—” you can only say that much, wrenching your eyes shut and letting your high overtake you with a loud cry, hips trembling over his open mouth. another wave of pleasure overtakes you as he licks over your slit, drinking up whatever he can.

joshua rises to his feet, eyes hungry as they take your spent figure in. your chest is flushed, tears at the corner of your eyes. it’s almost ironic how you both had planned to get this over quickly and yet he feels he might die if his cock doesn’t end up in you in the next thirty seconds.

“shua, i hate that i’m saying this, but i need to you to fuck me now.” your legs part for him as you pant airily, and he thinks he might bust on the spot.

“what about work?” he grunts breathlessly, pulling his sweats down impatiently as you reach for his dick. it’s getting real hard to think for the both of you—you grinding your sopping wet cunt over his cock isn’t helping things. his eyes flutter shut in pleasure. your pussy on his skin feels so good it should be illegal.

“i’ll make up some excuse.” admittedly you’ve already given up on getting to work early, but seeing the way his fat, hard dick curves up against the seam of your pussy as he grinds against you would convince anyone. “want you to fill me up, wanna make you feel good,” you whine in your sweetest, most innocent voice—it never fails.

“can’t get enough of my cock, huh?” joshua playfully teases, flipping you over so your ass faces him.

“wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t wanna give me head so bad.”

“i always wanna give you head,” he laughs, sticking a few fingers in you again to make sure you’re prepped for his dick. “goddamn, fucked you yesterday and you’re still tight.”

“guess you’ll have to fuck me again,” you joke, but it comes out as more of a moan given how he’s started to scissor his fingers inside you and pet your g-spot.

“yeah?” you can’t see him, but you know he’s got that awful smile on his face, the kind where he cocks his head and grins—it always makes you feel a little dizzy. after a few pumps, joshua pulls his fingers out, coated in your slick, and lands a few light slaps on your cunt, causing your knees to buckle.

“ooh, f-fuck…” you whimper, feeling the cum leak out from your still-fluttering hole. “shua, please—”

“who’s the needy one now?” with a wicked laugh, he positions the head of his cock at your hole, spreading your wetness over it. just when you think he’s going to enter, he instead rubs himself over your clit a few more times, just to hear you beg a little bit more.

when he finally pushes into you, joshua’s obsessed with the way he can see your cunt stretch around him, how tight your little hole is when he rails you. your mouth hangs open in a silent moan, toes curling as he pushes deeper into you.

you whimper as he bottoms out, hands balled up on the counter as your front is pressed up against the cool tile.

“let’s get this out of the way.” joshua’s hands snake under your chest to yank the unbuttoned shirt away from your tits so he can see them pressed up against the counter. “fuck,” he swears, pinching your taut nipples hard.

the stimulation makes your cunt clench around him, and he almost immediately begins fucking you, hard. he’s so thick, you’re already on the verge of cumming—something about how he splits you open, strong hand pulling your arm back, makes you unbelievably turned on.

sometimes he’s nice, taking the time to go down on you for what feels like hours before fucking you nice and slow, fingers interlocked with yours and endless praise on his lips. now is not one of those times, and you can feel his laser focus in trying to get the both of you off.

“shua, shua,” you moan, voice wobbly. “oh, fuck—”

“gonna cum already, pretty girl?” he leans over your back to whisper in your ear. your breath fogs up the mirror in little puffs, manicured nails digging crescents into your palm.

“mmm—yeah,” you pant. joshua’s close too, mesmerized by the ring of cum from your cunt at the base of his cock from your tight hole squeezing him so damn good. 

it’s the nail in your coffin when he pushes a hand over your lower abdomen, feeling it bulge out when he’s fully in you. the sensation makes you whimper pitifully, cunt tightening around him, and you move a hand down over his to feel how he splits you open.

he knows you’re close (you are), so he quickly turns you around, hoisting you up on the counter so you can wrap your legs around his waist and look at him. he looks so good like this—a lock of black hair falling into his eyes, cheeks warm, swollen lips parted in pleasure. you can also see the muscles in his arms flex as they hold you in position, sending more warmth to your core.

joshua can’t help but kiss you when he can, and so he leans in to take your lips in his so he can feel the way you moan in his mouth when he cants his hips up into you, grinding the head of his cock so far in you it makes you see stars. his lips are so soft; it’s one of your favorite parts about him, although you wholeheartedly, embarrassingly love anything and everything that has to do with him.

when he lowers his stupid, pretty mouth to your tits, taking a hard nipple in his lips, he feels you fall apart around him, from your small hands gripping his biceps to how tightly your feet hook around the small of his back to bring him impossibly close. joshua loves how breathy your voice gets when you’re cumming, how you’re normally so eloquent but when he’s fucking you, it seems you can only remember his name and a choice number of curse words.

“darling, you’re pushing me out.” he laughs softly by your ear, opting to just keep you stuffed full of his cock so you can ride out your high.

“n-ngh…not my fault you have a pornstar cock.” you pout, still catching your breath, but joshua thinks it’s unbearably sexy given that your face is still flushed from your orgasm and he’s still buried to the hilt in your still-tight cunt. it’s a bit of a running joke you have—the first time you saw him naked, he could not stop laughing at your look of sheer disbelief. “dumb big cock,” you mutter, watching his face twist up in a pleased smile.

“well, this pornstar’s gonna cum soon.”

“mmm, wanna cum in my mouth?” you ask, unhooking your feet behind him so he can back up. “last time, i was literally leaking cum all day.”

you feel his cock, still deep in you, twitch at your directness (definitely on brand) and his eyes wrench shut at the extra stimulation. as much as he plays, he’s equally unable to resist every bit of you, your voice, your smell, your soft touch.

“stop being so hot. please.” joshua laughs softly, but he is not joking. “really trying not to repeat that incident for the both of us.”

you wink playfully, lifting your hips up from the counter to help him pull out. you both can’t help but watch the glossy string of arousal connecting his dick to your pussy as he pulls out, and joshua’s shaky breath does not go unnoticed.

“what, you didn’t like getting fifty texts in the middle of the day asking you to drive up new underwear?” you joke as you get yourself situated between his thighs.

“mmm, i think the pictures of you fingering my cum back in you in the office bathroom was what did it.” he places a big hand on the side of your face; at first you think it’s to do something sweet, like brush the hair out of your face, but before you can tease him for it, he presses his thumb against the seam of your lips to tug your jaw open. “don’t you have work to get to?”

you roll your eyes lovingly and take his hard cock between your lips. knowing it’s already wet with your cum makes you feel a certain type of way, and you hollow out your cheeks to get him off faster.

“fuck, you’re killing me,” joshua swears. “you’re lucky you have somewhere to go to after this.”

“is that a threat?” you pull off him to smile your worst and kiss his inner thighs, and you can tell he is milliseconds away from shoving his cock down your throat and getting off himself. but you know his body as well as he knows yours, and the instant your mouth returns to his dick, he’s tugging your hair back and swearing as his cum fills your mouth.

as you’re catching your breath, joshua’s absentmindedly wiping the rivulets of cum from your chin, letting the tips of his fingers linger on your tongue as he admires you peering up at him.

you obediently let him, knowing the doe eyes you’re giving him and how you tongue his fingers will definitely ruin the rest of his day at home.

“think if i snap a pic of you like this and send it to your boss, he’ll let you off for the day?” joshua chuckles, strong arms supporting you as you rise to your feet.

“you are so evil and mean.” you kiss him on the corner of his mouth before he pulls you into his chest with a strong hand at the small of your back.

“you love me,” he drawls. “you love me soooo much.” the smile on his face is so maddeningly handsome, your cheeks heat up even though you didn’t think they could get any hotter. “look at you, you can’t even hide it.”

joshua leans into you, presses you so you arch backwards against the counter because there’s no better place for him than against your skin. he rubs your lower back and you are so warm and content and happy, you never want to leave.

his duality has always makes your heart pound. you’d never forget how on your one month anniversary, he’d shown up with the most beautiful arrangement of flowers at your door. the same door he’d have you pressed crudely against by the end of the night, voice raw from moaning as he took you from behind like some kind of slut.

“i packed you lunch,” he murmurs in the crook of your neck. “your favorite.”

“joshua hong, you are making me wanna fuck you again today.” he laughs as you run your hands through his hair. “and it’s only 8 am.”

he hums contentedly as he glances to the wall clock.

“darling, i hate to break it to you but it’s almost 9.” he laughs again as you freeze up in his arms and groan.

“oh my god,” you moan as you paw him away. “how am i going to say traffic made me this late?”

joshua perches himself on the bathroom counter, content to admire you as you scramble to rush through your entire morning routine (now complicated because you have to find some way to cover the hickey he conveniently positioned in a spot no turtleneck could cover).

“oh, mr. kim, i just was so insatiably horny, i had to fuck my husband and that made me late for work,” he teases, mimicking your voice and smiling impishly as he watches your nose scrunch up in protest as you apply your makeup.

amused by your silence, he continues. “my husband’s new suits came in and i just had to see him try them on immediately.”

you perk up in the mirror involuntarily. “they did?”

“if they did, would you take today off?” you glance at him and immediately see the devious glow in his smile.

“you wicked, wicked man. never should have let you put that ring on me.”

but you both know how much of a lie that is, and when he leans you up against the car and gives you the millionth kiss before he sends you off to work, you both swear you would never have it any other way.

[thesevro]

fashion sense

gojo satoru x reader fluff/crackfic word count: 790 words

WARNINGS: contains mentions of sex A/N: sometimes i just wanna get into someone’s car, steal gojo, and have him choke me in a hotel suite. join us, pretty?

A WARM CLOUD of steam billows from the open shower door. Your fingers draw marks into the misty precipitation on the clean glass as you push the door open, the skin on your shoulders a blushing red from the refreshing warmth of a hot shower.

A contented breath of happiness escapes you. Here you stand, residing in a lavish hotel you know only those of much opulence can afford. You stare at yourself in the mirror and think smugly,

I'm a rich bitch, I eat caviar straight from fish pussy every morning, and I get cock from the hottest man alive on the daily. God, I'm absolutely amazing.

You flip your wet hair and shoot yourself a prideful smile. Yes bitch, you're amazing.

Come to think of it, you had yet to receive your daily dose of thick cock. You mull over which path you should take on your way to getting cock.

Should I put the lingerie back on? You contemplate with absolute seriousness. You weren't able to show Satoru your laced derriere earlier. It had been a long day of committing a merciless curse holocaust with him, because it was Las Vegas, a city populated solely by long-tongued snakes. Snakes with tongues even longer than Satoru's talented one.

You spare the laced lingerie a glance. Hang a hand on your hip and frown, then wrap a towel around your nudity instead.

I'm not in the mood to strip anyway.

"Satoruuuu~~" you call from the bathroom.

"Bunnnyyyy!!!" Satoru answers your call. You hear sheets rustle as he stands to make his way to the roomy space of your thirty-by-thirty square-footed bathroom. "Need anything, baby?"

He rests a bent arm against the topmost part of the doorway (tall bastard he is) and whistles at your near-bareness. You smirk as he looks you up and down, eyes noticeably pausing at your ass before finally reaching your eyes.

"Enjoying the view?" He nods vigorously. Your face bursts into a happy laugh and Satoru almost forgets the lack of room inside his pants. "Glad you are. But I need you to help me pick an outfit."

"Yeah? What are you gonna try on? Maybe you could try me on for size—" He grins widely as you swipe at him. He lets you hit him. He loves every one of your touches, after all.

"This..." You twirl around in your towel, the white fluffiness of it the only thing even minimally clothing you. Satoru cocks his head in confusion and blinks. That towel is, judged kindly, a mess of a dress. "Or..."

You drop the towel, let it fall to the floor. Satoru's jaw drops with it.

He meets your eyes with a nonplussed smile. It's both a grin and a smile of absolute bafflement.

"...Well? Which one do you prefer?"

"Oh, bunny." He shakes with a bubble of a laugh. His arm falls back to his side and he gives you a crooked, wicked smile as he approaches your nakedness. He speaks with his hands sliding up from your bare ass and further upward to squeeze your hips, "I think you'd look better with me inside you."

You lour at him sourly. Decide to play around a little bit more. "But that's not an outfit, you moron."

"Like I said, you have to try me on—"

"Still not an outfit," you tease.

His hands fly from your hips, and he looks around wildly, thrown into further mystery and confusion. "WELL WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO BE JUDGING THEN?!"

You begin to wheeze at his pinched features and comedic outburst. You yell back at him in between gasping fits of laughter, "WHY... CAN'T YOU... JUST... FUCK ME... ALREADY... HUH?!"

"WELL OKAY THEN GET UP ON THE SINK!" he shouts back at you with the vehement gesticulations of a baboon swinging from tree to tree.

"NO!" you scream back at him. You look up at him with the same love brimming in his eyes. "YOU BRING ME UP THERE, YOU LAZY SHIT!"

"SURE! I'D DO ANYTHING FOR YOUR SWEET PUSSY ANYWAY!"

So he makes you cum in that same bathroom twice, then two more times on each bed of the hotel room. He even begs you to go one last round with him against the wall. As if you could say no to your best man.

You collapse into bed just as dawn breaks the sky open, then wake to each other at noon. Fuck each other well into the afternoon even with the exhaustion of last night's long rendezvouses still hanging over your weary bodies.

It is a great life you live.

[feral-dumbass]

Somebody to Love

Chris Evans/ Female Reader

Summary: Chris decides to treat you right and wake you up with oral before you fuck.

Includes: Consensual Somnophilia, Oral (Female receiving), Unprotected sex

Words: 1,046

A/N: My hand slipped and I wrote more RPF smut. Can we pretend to be surprised that I have another one in the drafts? Title credit to Queen. Tagging @babybluestan​ @gagmebucky​ @heresyoursnackdumbass​

Masterlist

Chris wakes up with sun, too used to a gruelling work schedule while filming. Usually he’d get up and do something, maybe take Dodger on a walk, but he wants to save those walks with you. Chris finds himself enjoying more of the small moments with you. He’s less eager to leave the bed. Less eager to leave for work. Wants to take longer walks with you and Dodger. He will do anything to make you smile. It’s what he finds being his mission most of the days. He stretches out his limbs as he glances at you. 

You’re so beautiful. Rays of sunshine start to creep up on you with little flyaway hairs sticking up in some places and his sheets tucked underneath your chin. Chris finds himself smiling as he tucks a tendril of hair behind your ear. God, he loves you… and you’re wearing no underwear (per his request). That thought alone has him groaning out loud. 

He doesn’t know whether he wants to cuddle you or fuck you and that’s the internal war he deals with on the daily. You’re so good to him. He tries to remember the last time he’s done something nice for you. It’s been over twelve hours. Too long he decides. He gently tugs you on to back and takes the blanket out of your fists. He moves to hover over you and kiss your cheek, semi-plush lips trailing kisses down your neck to your chest. 

He spends some time giving your chest attention, sucking hickeys into your skin. Chris can feel your body twitch by the time he decides he should move on. He makes sure to leave a couple hickeys on each breast before ducking his head underneath the covers and kissing down your stomach. He spreads your thick thighs as gently as he can. Chris trails kisses up your inner thighs, making sure to leave at least one hickey on your thigh. He blows gently on your pussy and then kisses your clit.

He licks a fat stripe from entrance to clit before sucking your clit into his mouth. As you become more twitchy in your sleep, Chris rubs two fingers through your quickly accumulating wetness and slips his fingers inside of you. His thrusting fingers search out your g-spot as his tongue swathes your clit in attention. 

“C-chris?” And sleeping beauty finally wakes up. You moan as you thread your fingers through his long hair.  He doubles his efforts now that he has an audience, pumping his fingers faster and sucking your clit harder. “Coming.” Your breathy pants are a symphony to his ears. He could eat you out for hours if that sound was the outcome every time. Chris doesn’t let up even as you’re coming down from your orgasm. “Baby, too much.” You tug on his hair and he gets the memo, but not before cleaning you up a bit. He crawls back up your body and comes out of the covers with an infectious grin.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” You smile back up at him.  Chris leans down to kiss you, his beard rubbing against your soft cheeks. 

  “Morning.” You greet him back. Your legs are stretched around his hips, his hard on contained in his boxers rubbing against your wet pussy. “Jesus Christ.” He grinds his hips down on you.

“You feel how hard I am for you, honey?” 

“Impossible not to. You could always fuck me instead of trying to tease me.” He reaches back down to kiss you and trails them down to the corner of your mouth to your neck. 

“Is that what you’re gonna let me do? You gonna let me pound that pussy?” 

“Oh, Chris, if you don’t fuck me in the next five seconds, I’m getting out my vibrator.” 

“As much as I’d love to watch…” He trails off as he tugs down his boxers with one hand. His dick is free and you can’t help but glance down. Chris pumps his dick with his hand as it stands proud. His girthy cock reaches your navel. He doesn’t wait very long to bring it down to your entrance. He drags his cock through your folds, his blues eyes trained on your pussy. He barely gets his head in your entrance before you stop him. 

“Chris, wait!” He glances up to check in on you. “You’re too big!” He rolls his eyes as he slides the rest of the way in, causing you to gasp out.

“Nice theatrics, baby, but you weren’t complaining about my cock last night.”You might have had trouble accommodating to his size when you first met, but by now you’re a pro at taking his cock. He grinds his hips, your walls always stretch nicely around him. He loves being in you almost as much as he loves you. He kisses you deeply, tongue included, before he really starts thrusting. One of your hands slips into his hair as the other grabs his bicep. You move your hips meeting his thrusts. He changes his angle to find your g-spot. It doesn’t take long for him to find it. He can feel your muscles tense as he hits it over and over again. Your thighs start to shake. You’re closer than Chris originally thought. 

“Cum for me, Baby.”  He kisses the sensitive part of your neck before biting down as you cum around his cock. Your breathy moans fill his ears again. “So fucking beatiful” A few more pumps into your trembling pussy and Chris cums. He groans, collapsing onto you. He buries his head into the crook of your neck. You move your fingertips to trail up and down his spine. 

“You good?” He nods his head as he sighs. “I love you, but you’re kind of crushing me.” Chris moves both of you to the side, the weight of him off of you. He looks into your eyes as he apologizes. 

“I’m sorry. Why don’t you hop that cute ass into the shower-” His large palm smacks down onto your ass, making you jump. “-and I’ll start breakfast, hmm?” 

“Or you could join me in the shower?”

“Have I mentioned that I love you? Race you there.” Both of you scramble out of bed to race to the bathroom.

[lolabangtan]

read at 4 AM | ksj

When you received a voice mail from your boss, you didn’t expect him to tell you how good had it been dreaming about you tying him down and fucking him senseless. What kind of face could you use to look at him the next morning, knowing he hasn’t realized he texted the wrong person?

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: nothing really just shy jinnie

# sub!Seokjin, CEO!Jin, spanking, embarrassing situations, semi-public sex, rope bunny!Jin, face riding, verbal humiliation, kinda choking kink?, power play, dom!reader

You couldn’t sleep that night, for some reason. Something was bugging you, as if you were expectant. You were laying on your bed, checking your cell phone, scrolling through recent messages, when suddenly a voice mail popped up in your screen.

Mr. Kim, your boss, rarely texted you. He was a sweetheart, but also really shy and gentle. You often thought Seokjin never talked to you more than the necessary because he disliked you, but something in his behavior, in his manners whenever you two were close, told you that he was actually pretty shy.

But it was 4 am, why had he sent you a voice mail? You played the audio, unable to contain your curiosity, and listened carefully:

“Namjoon, I know it’s late as fuck, but… Dude I just had a dream, about Y/N, fucking me in my office. Like… I know you probably don’t wanna hear ‘bout it… The thing is, it was so fucking hot, like Namjoon, I never thought a woman could do that kind of things. She was… y’know, s-spaking me and she had tied me up, she was treating me like her fuck toy, and it felt so good? But how am I gonna look at her tomorrow? We have a meeting and it’s hard enough for me to talk to her on a daily basis…”

When the sound ended, you didn’t know what to say, or what to think. Seokjin had had a dream about you fucking him senseless? That was hot as fuck. Would he be touching himself, moaning your name and whining like a little baby? Gosh, if he was, you wanted to tell him not to touch himself without permission so hard. Then you thought about answering him, but that would just make him even more shy and reluctant, so maybe you had to take advantage of this new information. After saving the message, you went back to sleep, with a bug of excitement flying around your head.

“Y/N, did you send me the invoice of the last DinNIM brand purchase?”

The chief officer of the Marketing department, Kim Namjoon, was another sweetheart and probably the person Seokjin’s voice mail was meant for.

“I did it yesterday. And Min Yoongi came this morning to talk to Mr. Kim,” you answered. “He said something about the Human Resources department, do you know anything?”

“Ah, kind of. I think Seokjin wants to make a new recruitment, you should talk to him.”

Watching him cocking his eyebrows, you sighed and remembered your boss’ voice mail.  Something warm made your spin shiver. You got up, your expression firm and confident, and gave Jimin a smirk.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. I should be told these things as the CHRO, what a bad boy...”

You went straight to Seokjin’s office and opened the door, but the room was empty, so you sat on his chair and waited.

“Thank you, Mrs. Choi, I’ll tell you later.”

The man closed the door behind him before seeing you sitting in his chair. You looked so gorgeous, with than short pencil skirt around your thighs, and that white blouse that sculpted your chest so painfully well.

“Miss Y/L/N, what are you doing… here?” Seokjin murmured, eyes glued to your body.

“I wanted to talk to you before today’s meeting,” you said, “You should talk to me about this kind of things before telling someone else, you know?”

“W-what do you mean?”

Oh boy, his voice sounded so panicked.

“I’m talking about the HR project. Mr. Min is not the chief officer, I am… Mr. Kim.”

“I-it’s just that I didn’t want to bother you, you are busy enough with the DinNIM purchase,” he said back, nervous.

You giggled flirty, eyeing him with your best seducing abilities, and crossed your legs so he could see a hint of your inner thighs. He always looked so good, so goofy but sweet at the same time, Seokjin was the kind of guy you loved to wreck. With confident steps, you approached the blinds that hid them from the rest of the office and pulled, finally getting some privacy.

“I like your tie,” you said, “This color matches your skin tone.”

Seokjin took a deep breath. His body was shaking in excitement, unable to forget the vivid dream he had had last night. A quick glance to your cleavage and the man wasn’t able to hide his growing arousal anymore.

“Was it on the floor or over your desk?” you asked suddenly.

“E-excuse me?”

His nervousness made you smirk again.

“When I fucked you, in your dream,” you continued, “Where did it happen?”

You did not give him time to react: with hungry hands, you hurried and kissed him deeply, being quickly corresponded. Lips against his neck and hands loosening his tie, you could feel his breath getting heavier.

“How d-do you know…?” Seokjin tried to ask.

“You should be more careful with whom you send your messages, dirty boy.”

The man hurried to check his phone, but you got ahead of him and played the voice mail. “I never thought a woman could do that kind of things. She was… y’know, s-spaking me and she had tied me up, she was treating me like her fuck toy, and it felt so fucking good?” Seokjin kept staring at you, wondering and shivering.

“The desk,” he whispered.

You turned him over and pushed him to the wooden surface, checking him out with hungry eyes. Your fingers felt avid, you wanted to do all the things he had dreamed about.

“Do you wanna be my fuck toy?”

“Yes,” Jin said, “Yes, please.”

After locking the door, you moved back to him and got his blue silk tie. It was smooth, a perfect match for his golden skin.

“This,” you said, pointing at his jacket, “Off.”

When Seokjin obliged eagerly, he waited for your next command with his sweaty chest going up and down heavily. With expert fingers, you unbuttoned his shirt, making sure that he felt your nails over his skin. Then you sat on his chair right in front of him and crossed your legs.

“Did you touch yourself after having that dirty dream, Jinnie?” He shook his head, shivering at the way your lips purred that nickname, “Did you want to?”

“Y-yes...”

You bit your lip, eyes going down his naked chest and bulge.

“Why didn’t you, then? It’s not that I would knew about it,” you insisted.

“Because you… wouldn’t have liked it,” he replied, “I don’t want to annoy you.”

You patted his head and smiled, and Seokjin leaned onto your hand.

“You’re such a sweetheart, Jin, such a good boy for me. You can touch yourself now,” you told him, a kind smile on your lips when you lowered his fly.

You were already wet before he started jerking off, all that foreplay was getting hot as fuck, but the moment Seokjin began teasing his wet tip the way he probably pictured you doing it in his dream, your core became a fucking waterfall. The man was so turned on that you could see perfectly the moment he was about to come, so you just watched him cum over his belly with a wrecked smile.

“Did I say you could come, Jinnie?”

Gosh, Seokjin loved that nickname so much.

“N-no… Sorry, I-I couldn’t help it...” the man whispered with puppy eyes.

“Sit on my lap.”

Then again, he obliged almost immediately. When his chest got over your left thigh, you could feel his dick, angry red, hardening again.

“You’re so nasty, Jin, cumming when you weren’t supposed to. Did you want to enjoy the closest contact I will ever have with that dirty, small cock of yours?” Before Seokjin replied, you spanked him in the ass, shutting him up, “Coming all over yourself like a slut. Did you like it, jerking off in your office, where everyone could hear you? Does that turn you on, Jinnie?”

With every slap, Seokjin found it harder to swallow his moans and grunts. Was he dreaming again? No, the feeling of your hand on his ass was too real to be a dream, his dick growing harder and harder against your thigh was too real to be a dream.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please,” he moaned, tears starting to form in his eyes.

“Please, what? I can’t let your hands free, you’re such a dirty boy you would touch yourself again, Jinnie…”

You lowered your other hand through the gap between your stomach and his back and found his cock. Using the precum to lube it, Seokjin moved his hips forward, seeking more contact, so you spanked him again.

“Behave yourself.”

“I’m sorry,” he moaned, loudly, “I’m so sorry, please, don’t stop!”

“Everybody outside the office is gonna hear you, bad boy.”

Seokjin shook his head once again, trying not to move his hips forward, ignoring his growing seek of friction.

“I’m a good boy, your good boy,” the man whispered.

You kissed his cheek.

“Yes you are, you’re doing so great...” you said, moving your hand up and down on his dick.

“C-can I…” he murmured, shyly, “Can I eat you out? Pretty please?”

His words made you remember the fact that you were so fucking wet, that your core sought for friction too. And god, the way he looked at you, how could you tell him he couldn't? Those puppy eyes, desperate to eat your pussy.

“I think you’ve earned it.”

His face suddenly got brighter and Seokjin got on his knees real quick, eager with his tongue already out. You decided to put on a little show for your good boy and unbuttoned your blouse, slowly enough to let him enjoy your smooth skin appearing in front of him.

“Have you ever wanted to fuck me, Jinnie?” you asked casually.

His throat sounded dry.

“Y-yes.”

“Hands back, and don’t move.” You approached him from behind and finally tied his hands.

Poor Seokjin was shaking and sweating, his mind probably going from one thought to other. By the time you were finished, the man’s cock had already become angry red. After one last glance, he had opened his pretty mouth in a silent petition for having you sitting on him, and how could you not oblige.

His tongue, if not meticulous, was wet and welcoming. Seokjin, actually, had never eaten out a girl until her orgasm. He tried a few times, but apparently he wasn’t good enough, because the person he’d be with would only shake their thighs and tell him to stop.

“S-slow down a bit, Jinnie,” you told him, finding it a bit hard to talk, “Play some more with the labia before going to the clit.”

The man did something similar to nodding and licked your entrance eagerly, like a starved man, making you sigh. When a barely decent amount of time passed, you lost your patience and grabbed his hair to make him lick your clit, to which he obliged almost immediately. Then you tightened your thighs around his head, Jin’s tongue hitting on the exact places, until you came.

You heard him choking and moaning, happily on his knees with his mouth covered with your juices and his hands tied behind his back.

“Who’d say that one day you’d get fucked in your own office,” you murmured, fingers playing with his hair, “You sounded so shy in your voice mail, you didn’t even finished telling me about it. What else did I do to you?”

Seokjin took a deep breath, not having had his normal breathing back.

“You r-rode me...”

“Hmmm… So that’s what I did...” you purred, “And you want me to ride you, right?”

“Y-yes!”

Seokjin sounded so enthusiastic about it that you couldn't help that little giggle that escaped your lips. Your fingertips caressed his naked shoulders, skin glowy and sweaty, and you pointed at his desk. He lied down and struggled finding a comfortable position for his tied arms, but when he did, you didn’t hesitate and unbuckled his belt. Then you showed him a plastic package.

“Look at this big boy here, Jinnie, I’m gonna have so much fun with you...”

When the condom was already on him, the man couldn't stop staring as you got rid of your bra. With a longing sigh, you also lowered your pencil skirt along with your underwear and jumped on him.

“P-please, Y/N, I need you so much,” Seokjin groaned.

You decided to take pity on him and lowered your hips, feeling a nice, warm thing inside you as Seokjin’s cock got deeper. He wasn’t actually that big, but shy guys like Jinnie needed a bit of encouragement.

“Oh, f-fuck! You’re so tight,” he whined.

“You feel just right, Jinnie...”

You started moving your hips and thighs, really enjoying how he felt inside you, riding him had started to be intoxicating, as if you could never have enough of the friction. Seokjin arched his back out of pleasure, he had been feeling at the edge for the entire morning and now he was fighting against coming like a teen virgin.

“I don’t know if I w-will… last long enough,” he said, “I want to cum, please, please...”

His broken voice made you smile. Caressing his broad shoulders, your hand touched the skin of his neck and put a light pressure on his throat.

“Mhmm, Jinnie, how can you feel this good?” you moaned, closing your eyes.

“Please, Y/N, I can’t… Please!”

Your hips started moving faster, they were burning and the friction between your skin and his was also overwhelming, but you couldn't stop, his cock felt so, so good. You sank your fingernails on his chest to prevent yourself from falling off of him, but that made Seokjin moan and his dick twitched inside you.

“Look, Jinnie, there’s only a few minutes until the meeting starts,” you purred, “Do you think you can make me cum on that pretty cock of yours?”

You were close, so fucking close, it wouldn’t take you long to get your orgasm, but you wanted to see Jin nervous, afraid of not being able to make you cum on his dick. Somehow he managed to raise his hips and get even deeper, and Jin tried to get rid of the tie around his wrists.

“I want to touch you, please,” he whined.

“Wait a bit longer Jinnie, I’m so close...”

You bent over to kiss him, a wet, deep contact. Both your bodies felt hot and sweaty, and you wished your coworkers couldn't actually hear you or you’d be in trouble. Seokjin tried to get closer, craving for your touch, and you took pity on him and kissed his neck. Feeling the knot in your stomach getting tighter, you fastened the moves of your hips and thighs.

“God Jinnie, I’m coming,” you whispered breathless, “Be a good boy and cum for me, Jinnie, will you?”

When your walls tightened around him, Jin had to swallow a huge moan as something cold burned his legs, but it also felt like warm water, shiver chills and the best orgasm of his life. With your mouth against his, Jin made you the only witness of his whines and gasps as you rode him with your last remnants of energy.

“Fuck,” Seokjin said, heavy breathing and a rush of spit under his full lips.

“You’re such a good boy, Jinnie,” you purred, petting his head, not wanting to get off of him yet. “My pretty, good boy.”

He leaned into your touch, leaving floppy kisses on your neck and chest, but then your phone alarm started ringing with a colorful ‘MEETING’ in the screen. When you got up to reach your blouse, Jin smiled in one of his attempts to look cool:

“There’s still one thing you have to take care of.”

Grinning, you approached him and caressed the tip of his dick with your thumb, making him gasp and raise his hips. The over-stimulation was delicious, indeed, but then he shook his hands before you and you realized you hadn’t untied him yet.

“But don’t stop,” Jin whined again.

As soon as he was free, the young man caressed his sore butt cheeks with a masochist, content feeling, and turned around to look at you buttoning your blouse and skirt. It felt real, but also like a dream, so strange.

“Let’s go to the meeting,” you said before leaving the room, but waited for him at the entrance after seeing he wasn’t following you, “C’mon Jinnie, sadly we can’t stay here the whole morning, we must go to the meeting, Be a good boy.”

“I’m your pretty boy, I deserve a reward after this,” Seokjin pouted.

“Yeah but put on your pants first.”

[ashtonangst]

Bet. / Ashton Irwin

Hello friends and welcome to ashtonangst’s first ever full on smut! This was something I typed up at midnight, during my prime thirst hours. Thanks to @kindahoping4forever​ for proofing it for me and hyping me up xoxo luv u 

Word Count: 2.6k

Rating: R

Warnings: blink-and-you’ll-miss-it masturbation and daddy kink; dirty talk; oral (m+f receiving); teasing; unprotected sex in a committed relationship

Let me know what you think!

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     The book sat heavy in your lap. Unopened, begging to be read. The fantasies within its pages were nothing compared to the ones you couldn’t stop thinking about.

     It was a dare. You were fed up with Ashton’s incessant need to be fucked (not that you protested often). It was as if his hands had a libido of their own. You’d dared him to go one week without touching you--or himself. General displays of affection were permissible, but absolutely nothing sexual. The winner of this dare would choose what the other did to them. When you gave him this challenge, you knew he would cave. He always does. Except this time it was different.

     After a year together you knew what made each other tick. You shared the same fantasies and carried these out often. This time, Ashton decided to use this knowledge to his advantage. He started walking around in nothing but his (and your) favorite pair of lounging shorts. He made a show of adjusting himself to let you know he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Then, in his practice sessions, he invited you to watch, knowing how much you loved to watch him make perfect rhythms from his head. He waited until you were up and focused on other things to go for his daily canyon jog. He made a show of stretching (his “warm ups”) in that tank top--the white one that he knew drove you mad--until you were practically drooling at the sight of his muscles flexing under the fabric. 

     One particular day, closer to when the tension was so thick you almost thought you could give in, he caught you ogling at the combination he’d chosen for his workout: the dreaded white tank and the tightest pair of black athletic shorts he owned, a combination that was sure to send warmth between your thighs. 

     “Like what you see, love?” he smirked, choosing his playlist for the workout. 

     “I always do, but don’t think you’re gonna win this one this time, baby,” you retort, trying not to stare as he made his way over to stand next to you while he prepared his water bottle. He chuckles softly, screwing the lid onto the container and flexing at the same time. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you trying to get me to cave. My willpower has always been stronger than yours, you know this.”

     “I know,” he breathes, coming to stand behind your chair at the kitchen island where you were enjoying your morning coffee. “But never underestimate a man’s desire to have his girlfriend writhing under him in complete and total ecstasy,” he places kisses up and down your neck in the process--just barely staying within the guidelines of the dare. “I can’t wait to have you screaming for my cock...begging me to fuck you raw because you were just too fucking greedy to win at your own game and you’re mad that I haven’t let you cum all night.” He leans up, walking towards the door and grabbing his belongings. You frustratedly sigh at his absence, the filthy words that came from his mouth only seconds before making you want just that--right then and there. 

     That’s how you ended up trying to read the latest novel on your list to distract yourself from the growing need you felt deep in the pits of your stomach. The further your eyes scanned the pages, the more the words ran together, eventually forming pages and pages of black lines. Between those lines was Ashton, his cock hitting in those just-right places, coaxing you to your fifth orgasm. Eventually you blink yourself out of this fantasy. 

     You were the one who suggested this little game, you weren’t about to lose at your own game. That was until you found your hand traveling farther and farther down your body, until it disappeared under the waistband of your panties, finding your clit with ease. As you slowly started to rub yourself, you’re drawn out of your own fantasies by the sound of Ashton’s keys jingling in the lock. You quickly compose yourself, and before he has the door open you’re waltzing into the kitchen to place your mug in the sink. You give him a coy smile, “hi, darling. Looks like your workout went well.”

     “It was very nice, thanks for asking. I kind of bit myself in the ass, though, from my stunt this morning. I couldn’t stop thinking about licking your pussy until you’re cumming all over my mouth.”

     You look up at him with wide eyes before a smirk forms on your lips. “Ashton Irwin, are you admitting defeat?” 

     His shoulders hang in mock surrender. “Only if it means that part of your punishment for losing the bet is that I get to taste that sweet pussy of yours.”

     You slowly approach him, giving him the same lust-filled eyes he’s giving you. “Think about how good I taste while you’re showering. Then I’ll think about letting you eat my pussy.” He hums with lust thick in his throat as he heads toward the shower. You smile to yourself, knowing you’re not going to give up so quickly.

     You’re nowhere to be found when he’s showered from his late-morning jog. You’re out grabbing the groceries he forgot to pick up, he thinks. He also wonders if he’ll have time to hide the evidence if he spurts his own load all over his clean shirt, his shorts, and the sheets. Just as you had been so rudely interrupted earlier, he, too, found himself scrambling to act casual as he heard the sliding door to the garden snap shut. He smiles at you as you make your way back into the shared bedroom. “I wasn’t admitting defeat, you know. Just letting you know what I’m going to do to you once I win our bet.” 

     You give him a curt smile. “Fine, let’s add three more days onto this bet.”

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     The week passes with relatively little tension. Sure, it’s always there, but the two of you were too stubborn to admit defeat and give into your own desires that the bet was still on and going strong. That is, until you hear Ashton’s weak groans as he’s in the shower. You immediately know that he’s launching weak spurts of his cum onto the shower wall. He’s caved. You knew he always would. You pity him, really. 

     You were getting close to inserting your own two fingers into your warm and aching pussy at this thought when you decided to make his punishment an anti-punishment--reward him for holding off for a whole week with the promise of your sweet, sweet pussy on his tongue at the end of it. 

     As always, he’s only wearing a towel when he emerges from the steamy room. “Enjoy your shower this morning, baby?” You know the answer to this question, but he still stops dead in his tracks. “I at least hope you rinsed your cum off of the wall. That shit’s a bitch to clean once it’s dry.” 

     He turns slowly on one heel. “Do you think this is fun? Is this your sadistic way to prove to me that you’re the dominant one in this relationship? Daddy gets to touch himself any fucking time he wants to.” The switch had flipped. He tried to be submissive to the woman who makes his heart soar--to make her happy, to fulfill all of her desires--but he needed her too badly. He had to have his way, that’s just how it’s been the entirety of your sexual relationship. 

     You gulp, unsure of what to respond. You notice he’s begun to grow hard again, and finally admit that he’s too sure of himself to let you win this game. You both want it now, you’re both going to get it now. He turns to dig through his drawers, searching for an outfit for the day. “Let me help you, baby,” you speak, but it’s barely audible over his rummaging. You come off of the bed and pad closer to him until you’re standing behind him, kissing his back. “Come to the bed, please, baby.” He turns and looks at you, lust and exhaustion clouding his eyes. He bounds over to the mattress, deciding to stand instead of sit. “I know you're tired of my game. Truce?” 

     He nods quietly, and the silence is deafening. He’s not going to give you the satisfaction of winning, but he’ll take the loser's prize. Never breaking eye contact, you sink lower until you’re eye-level with his now fully hard cock. He watches in silent awe as you salivate when you finally drop the towel he’d loosely tied around his hips. His cock springs free, the tip red and needy despite his quick jerk in the shower only minutes before. You take it in your hand, its weight fits nicely in your hand, your favorite feeling. You look at him watching you as you lick a thick stripe up the underside of his cock, making it twitch on your tongue. You hum as you take him fully into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you take every inch of him. 

     He’s amazed. He loves that pretty mouth of yours, and fuck, does he love having his cock put in it. He gathers your hair into a loose ponytail, just enough for him to see the tears develop in the corners of your eyes. Your free hand fondles his balls, just the way he likes, causing his hips to snap, pushing his cock deeper into your throat. You pull off of it with a breath, a string of spit connecting your chin and his tip. With doe eyes you rasp, “fuck my face, you earned it.” He groans in delight, his cock twitching in your hand for the umpteenth time. He tightens his grip in your hair, causing your scalp to sting. 

     He puts the feelings of the past week into every thrust into your throat. He watches the tears fall from your cheeks, but the hum in the bottom of your throat tells him you’re enjoying this, too. His thrusts become sloppy, his moans growing louder. You feel his cock jerk on your tongue in the same instant that he’s pushing your head still on his cock. His load comes hot, thick, and with loud moans of praises and thanks. You stand, humming with pleasure as you wipe the last bit of his cum from your chin. He’s breathless, but the look on his face tells you he’s far from spent. 

     “Lay down. Strip. Spread,” he gruffs out. This is a new reaction that sends sparks through your body. You quickly oblige, excited for his repayment. As soon as he catches a glimpse of your glistening pussy, he’s holding down your hips in preparation for his assault. “So wet for me, baby. You haven’t touched yourself, not even once, this whole week? What a shame, such a pretty pussy,” he tuts, running a finger through your slick folds and taking your nipple between his teeth, sucking harshly. He lets go with a loud pop, but follows it with firm slaps to each sensitive breast, earning a whimper from your lips. “I bet you thought about this every day...having my cock so deep in you you can feel me in your stomach...crying out, begging me to let you sit on my face. Fuck me, baby, you’re gorgeous. So wet, so needy for me. Where’s that dominant spirit that was here last week? She saw Daddy’s hard cock and got greedy. Needed me to touch her and wouldn’t tell me. Pitiful.” You can only respond to his words with whimpers, a stark contrast from the filth that you spewed to get him riled up. 

     “Ash...please...I need it...need your tongue, your cock...please.” You’re writhing under him, just as he imagined. He only gives a smile before diving in between your thighs. He hums when your fingers pull immediately at his scalp as he begins to suck harshly on your clit. He alternates between this movement and licking wide strips up the length of your pussy. You’ve begun to squirm more than he likes, so he wraps both arms over your thighs to hold them in place. He darts his tongue into your hole before deciding quickly to assault your clit and leave the rest up to his expert fingers. He knows you always beg for more when he begins with one finger, so he thrusts three fingers into you from the get, curling them up to hit your g-spot with each thrust. He moves his fingers and tongue faster when he hears your whimpers of praise fall from your lips. He knows you’re close, you’re clenching on his fingers so hard that he can hardly move them. Fuck, he wishes that was his cock. He feels it tremble again, a painful reminder that his needs were far from met. Your quiet moans turn into screams as his quiet hums turn into vibrating groans against your throbbing clit.

      “Good girl...cum on my fingers for me...jus’ like that,” he coos as he feels your fingers dig into his scalp. He resumes his onslaught just in time for your first orgasm to hit. He licks your pussy clean, and by the time the stars have faded and the sounds of the room have floated back into your ears, he’s grabbing his long-forgotten towel to quickly wipe anything that his tongue couldn’t clean. 

     Without warning, his elbows are next to your ears as he pushes your thighs apart to settle between them. You can feel his needy cock brushing against your stomach. He swipes the head between your folds only once before bottoming out. You whine at the new sensation just as he lifts your leg over his shoulder, groaning at this new angle. 

     “Fuck, Ash...so fucking big...I’m so full,” is all you can repeat as his thrusts become heavier and longer. He pulls out almost completely just to slam himself back in several times, causing your head to spin. 

     “God, darlin’, you’re takin’ my cock so fucking well. Never gonna go without your pussy ever again. Never.” The fire returns in your belly as his thrusts are more sporadic and followed with loud groans and countless affirmations of praise. 

     “Ash, Ash...I’m close,” you breathily moan.

     “Me, too, baby. Want you cumming on my cock...so tight...made just for me.”

His words are what finally send you over the edge. The stars shine brighter this time, the ringing in your ears the loudest bell ever made. He follows not far behind, his cock releasing thick ropes of cum deep inside of you. As you both fall from your highs, he leaves soft kisses along your neck and collarbone, staying buried inside you for as long as he can stand it.

      You’re rubbing his scalp calmingly, breathing in his scent, a mix of citrus, musk, and Ashton. You break the comfortable silence with a chuckle and, “I don’t think I’ll be denying you anything for a very long time, Ashton.”

     He laughs at that, agreeing. “Same here. I love you too much to go without showing you my love. But if we decide to play this game again, let’s make the reward more clear, yeah? We both got our way this time, I don't think that’s how this was supposed to work.” He laughs quietly and rolls to your side, pulling you to him in an almost fluid motion. “That was fucking worth the wait, though.” He kisses your forehead before giving you a soft peck on the cheek. He lets out an “I love you,” thick with sleep. You hum in response. 

“I love you, too, especially when we both lose the same bet.” 

[strawberrysoup]

Let’s Review || Chapter 19

Peter Parker knew that his big sister would do anything for him to be safe and happy. She’d given up everything for him twice over already and would do it again in a heartbeat. And that’s why, when the criminal mastermind Tony Stark started inextricably following him around, he didn’t say a word. Because he knew without a doubt Penny would do whatever she had to if it meant keeping Peter safe. He had to protect her, just like she always protected him. He never considered what would happen if Stark decided both Parker siblings were worth taking. Never considered who else in Stark’s inner circle would agree. He just wanted to protect her and yet somehow, they both ended up with needles in their necks.

relationship: Steve Rogers/Original Female Character/Bucky Barnes, background Peter Parker/Tony Stark rating: Explicit warnings: Dark Steve Rogers, Dark Bucky Barnes, Dark Tony Stark, Dark Avengers, kidnapping, non-consensual&dark sexual situations, underage Peter Parker, emotional and psychological abuse, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat more warnings: i’m going to start including detailed warnings to the very ends of chapters in order to avoid ruining the shock factor in chapters while still being mindful of potential individual triggers. open the read more, CTRL + F and search “content warnings” to skip to the extra tags if you so choose.

Penny did not, in fact, stop earning extra swats at all and by day 3 had stopped sitting on her butt entirely, much to the quiet amusement of the soldiers. Steve had ordered more silk shorts and a pair of joggers that were soft enough she could wear them without too much pain. She was petulant and precious and far too tired to be as angry as they knew she wanted to be. He and Bucky had rotated taking days off since the incident, doing their best to try to engage with her. 

Some of the things they'd learned were as follows: 

1.    Penny's father had died when she was very young and she didn't remember him. He'd been Israeli, Jewish, and had lots of family Penny had never met. Peter's father was who she meant if she said 'my dad', a man from Queens who'd married her mother and loved Penny like she was his own (she missed her parents awfully, at all times and got tearful while talking about them). 

2.    Penny called herself stupid and dumb and an idiot on a regular basis and truly believed that Peter had gotten every IQ point her mother had to offer; it was a bad habit and bothered both of the soldiers—she was so smart and they regularly had difficulty keeping up with her intellect, her thought process was just very different from most people's. 

3.    Penny liked watching TV and movies and anything that had come out since her uncle Ben died was new and exciting. She would let them hold her for hours while they watched movies and talked through all of them with a witty and precious commentary. She didn't care for movies that made her cry. 

4.    Penny hated reading. Steve was pretty sure it was because it was difficult for her and wondered if she had the disability that flipped letters around but couldn't ask lest she got upset. If there was something that needed to be read in a movie or show, the soldiers had taken to reading it out loud immediately and unprompted.

5.    Penny desperately enjoyed and craved skin contact, to a point where Steve and Bucky were wearing less and less clothing because Penny would come to them when they weren't wearing shirts. She would ask to watch movies or TV because it was an excuse to lay on them with her cheek against their skin. Her tiny shorts were a constant but she'd shifted to wearing tank tops instead of long sleeves shirts and the soldiers liked it.

They'd thought from the beginning that skin contact could be their ticket in, Penny preened under careful touches even if she tried to hide it but it became more and more clear as the days went on. The daily spankings made her incredibly sensitive, mentally, and the extra contact seemed to be a coping mechanism. On the first day she'd tried to curb the desire with the kittens, carrying them around as much as possible but it quickly became clear it wasn't quite the same. While the little short-legged kitten had come to basically live in the spot between and directly above Penny's boobs, the orange one with impossibly chubby cheeks was more distant and preferred to simply be in the same room with people rather than held and touched (Bucky adored both kittens but the fucking tiny legs killed him, he loved it so goddamn much). But kittens were not a good replacement for a very warm super-soldier. 

Steve had gone for broke the night before, sleeping in a pair of briefs instead of joggers and a beater. Penny had stayed firmly on his chest the entire night while Bucky, wearing boxers and a t-shirt, had been left with just a single cuddly kitten tucked up under his chin. The brunet had gotten up early for work, scowling jealously at the way Penny cuddled against their lover so sweetly; he almost told JARVIS to call in for him, he could've shucked his shirt and joined the pile of warm sleepy bodies. Tony was still not entirely pleased with them though (especially once Steve had dropped their plan to head into the Rockies for a few months) so it was better to head into the office. He kissed Steve soundly and pressed his lips gently to the back of Penny's head before heading out, depositing the kitten in his hands onto the cat tree in the living room on his way. 

Steve laid awake in bed for another two hours, savoring the way Penny felt against him. Their babydoll was small and precious and fit so well against him. Her legs splayed wide over the smallest part of his waist, her head cushioned against his chest. She'd been sleeping or laying on them in similar positions since the first spanking (she'd even let Bucky carry her around after her spanking the day before, as long as his hands stayed far away from her ass). He could feel her slowly starting to wake up and ran his hands up and down her back under her tank top. 

He wasn't expecting the way she started to tremble, or the tears spilling down onto his chest. She didn't make any noise but her breaths came in little hiccups, her head tilting further down as she tried to curl into herself. 

"Baby? Penny doll, what's wrong?" He sat up, keeping her legs wrapped around his waist and enough of an angle to his torso that her weight wouldn't press her down to sit on her ass. 

She said something, but it was disrupted by hiccups and a small sob and Steve's heart broke just a little when he couldn't understand. When Penny spoke in Hebrew it was usually on accident, she was either too distressed or too scared to notice she wasn't speaking English. Steve's ears perked at the sound of bells, eyes going to the door of their bedroom where both kittens were trotting into the room. The short-legged kitten often appeared whenever Penny cried and the orange one followed but stayed near the door. It was far too small to jump onto the bed so Steve dangled an arm over the edge until he felt fur brush his fingertips, scooping the kitten up and depositing it between his and Penny's chests. The little thing purred like a motorboat, tucking into Penny's shirt and between her boobs where it generally spent most of its time. 

"Shhh, baby, it's okay," Steve brushed his lips against her temple and her cheek, continuing to run his hands under her shirt, "can you tell me why you're upset?" 

The sounds she made were borderline heartbreaking and he figured for a minute she wasn't actually capable of answering until she spoke haltingly between hiccups, "it hurts, it h-hurts, s-so much." 

Penny's ass was already shades of blue and purple, even if Steve was sure Bucky had gone easy on her the evening before. The little smacks she earned in between spankings only served to ignite the burn. 

"Oh, doll," Steve cooed, his expression pulled tight and his chest feeling even tighter; he hated the distress she was in, the pain, "hold on, I've got the arnica right here." 

She whined when he moved her legs and slipped off her shorts, leaving her naked from the waist down, and grabbed the tube from the bedside table. They had hidden several of them throughout the apartment so they'd be handy at all times. In general, Penny appreciated the relief it provided but the application made her cry even harder, even as Steve used the gentlest touches he could. Her ass was still hot to the touch and would be for days and days. 

"All done baby, I'm all done," he'd applied the cream as thickly as possible, a visible layer on her bruises, "let's leave your shorts off, okay? You don't need them." 

Personally, he'd like for her to walk around naked at all times, he liked seeing her little pussy peeking out, but it really would feel best for Penny not to have anything on her ass. She was still crying, not quite as hard but he could still feel the tears against his skin. 

"Okay baby, okay," he murmured, lips returning to her temple, "we're gonna skip your spanking today, alright? We can't tell Bucky or he'll make me, so you have to pretend I did understand?" 

Penny nodded tearfully against his chest, "thank you, thank you, thank—" 

"Shhh, it's okay baby, it's okay." 

Steve spent the entire day with Penny in his arms, carrying her carefully from room to room or laying on his chest on the couch or in the bed. The pillow on her chair in the dining room (her Princess Pillow, a term Penny did not like and had led to her refusing to use it for meal times—but only until dinner on the first night, after two spankings had left her very uncomfortable) went unused just because she never actually sat on her own, instead rested on Steve's hip while they both ate over the sink. 

He honestly hadn't intended for anything sexual when he forewent her shorts that morning and he knew Penny didn't have any salacious goals either. It happened purely on accident while they lounged on the couch watching an action movie, Penny enjoying the way Steve could pick apart the movie's shortcomings. She'd sat up for some reason and her pussy had ground against his abs causing her entire body to still, an aborted noise escaping her lips as her clit hit a ridge just perfectly. Steve's hands found her hips quickly and he kept her from lifting up, gently stroking her bare skin. 

"Hey, hey, you're alright," he murmured softly, hoping not to trigger an escape attempt, "that felt good, didn't it babydoll? Here, do it again, lemme help." 

He used his hold to manipulate her hips, rolling her cunt over the bumps of his abs again, twisting her slightly at the end to really grind her clit. She moaned, breaths coming just slightly faster as he continued to move her hips in the same pattern, carefully holding her to prevent her ass from brushing anything that would cause pain. 

"That's good doll, that's so good," he praised, feeling her thighs clench ever so slightly as she started to work herself against him, "good girl, Penny, chase it. Make yourself feel good baby." 

Her wetness spread over his abs, aiding the slide of her cunt against his skin. She even canted her hips the way he'd manipulated her, the twist at the end dragging her clit against the ridges of his abs in a way that made her pant. Her lower lip found its way between her teeth and Steve did his best not to moan at the sight; she was working herself over beautifully above him. Her pussy was so slick he imagined he could feel her arousal dripping down his abs and rolling over his skin onto the couch. She rocked hard, hands coming to rest on his chest for leverage and he could see how close she was and the exact second she started to get frustrated. A whiney moan escaped her, the twist of her hips more pronounced as she tried and failed to bring herself off. 

"I—I can't, " she whined, thighs clenching tighter, "I can't—"

"Shh precious, come here, let me help you," he lifted her easily by the waist, pulling her up until her pussy hovered just over his mouth, arms coming around her thighs to hold her tightly, "I'll fix it, baby, I'll make you cum." 

His mouth sealed over her clit in and she yelped just before a long moan escaped her lips. Steve was good at eating pussy and enjoyed it deeply, the taste of her filling his mouth and coating his tongue. She was musky and tangy and he decided he could eat her out for hours if she'd let him. Her pussy clenched as he swirled his tongue inside of her, her thighs twitching as his nose bumped her clit. He waited until he could hear her begging for release before refocusing on her clit, the sensitive little button all but throbbing under his tongue as he began a truly exquisite onslaught. 

"Oh.. Ohhhh, I—oh no, oh no," he smirked against her cunt as she seemed to realize she was about to cum all over his face, her cheeks lighting up red at the thought and her thighs attempting to gain enough strength to lift herself up. 

Steve tightened his arms around her thighs and held her firmly, pussy sealed against his mouth with no room for squirming. Her lower body began desperately twitching as her orgasm built. He focused his tongue on her clit, working happily as she got louder and louder, her hips desperately rocking in his hold. The noise she made when she came nearly made his pop off in his briefs, loud and pitched and desperate. It tapered into breathy pants and whines and he stopped just before she became too sensitive for comfort, tongue lapping up into her cunt. Her cum was the same earthy flavor as her arousal and he cleaned her until she started to squirm. 

Her face was so endearingly red when he resituated her on his abs, directly onto the wet spot her pussy had made on his skin. She couldn't meet his eyes and he smiled, stroking his hands over her thighs gently. 

"Lay down baby, the movies not finished yet," he told her softly, pulling her down to rest against his chest again with her head on his peck and she stayed that way for the next two hours, until Bucky for home.  

Bucky's eyebrow had gone up when he walked in after work, the first thing he saw being Penny's bare ass and pussy from between her splayed legs where she lay over Steve's chest on the couch once again. The blond had signed 'don't ask-don't ask-don't ask' quickly before Bucky could even open his mouth, instead choosing to walk over and kiss both of them before heading into the bedroom to change. Well, mostly he just undressed down to his briefs and called it a day, obviously clothing was optional if not frowned upon in their apartment at the moment. His day had been relatively easy, the interrogation he'd done had gone by fast and after that it was just paperwork. Tony's companies, both legal and illegal, had a whole slew of enemies. Steve was good at finding them and Bucky was good at retrieving information from them. 

"Remember what we talked about precious," Steve murmured to her as Bucky walked back into the room, the blond's eyes finding his with a careful expression on his face, "be a good girl, be sweet." 

A squeaky meow interrupted his thoughts and Bucky reached down to scoop his favourite kitten into his arms. The orange one brushed against his ankles with a quiet purr, a little welcome home, before she retreated into the cat tree once again. He was worried because Penny hadn't named either of them yet but didn't know how to bring it up without upsetting her, and she was already so upset all the time. In his head he called the short one Munchkin and the orange one Chubs (for her little chubby cheeks). 

"How was your day?" He asked casually, noting the way Penny's eyes met his from under dark lashes like she had a secret. 

Judging from the way Steve gave a short 'later' hand motion, she did, but it wasn't something the blond was worried about and that meant Bucky wasn't either. Besides, he liked seeing the life in her pretty eyes today (she was half-naked on Steve's chest, unconcerned that her legs were spread, and looked almost happy—she could've killed 6 people and bathed in their blood and he wouldn't have cared because she almost smiled at him). 

"I already called down for dinner, it should get here in just a few minutes," Steve sat up, cautious of how Penny was arranged to make sure no pressure was put on her ass, "Penny needs arnica and her shorts, can you do it while I run to the bathroom?”

Bucky nodded and swept her up into his arms, cradling her tightly in his arms before falling back onto the couch and grinning when she immediately glared up at him, “I missed you today baby.” 

“I didn’t like that.” 

“You don’t like anything I do precious,” he pressed a kiss teasingly against her forehead, “let’s get this arnica on your poor ass, huh? Steve must’a already given you your spanking for today.” 

“Yeah.” Bucky’s eyebrows jumped high on his forehead; it didn’t take a master interrogator to figure out she was lying.

The hesitation to answer was the most obvious give away but she wouldn’t look him in the eyes either, a finger coming up to his chest to trace shapes against his skin. Lying to him was ballsy but he remembered the hand signals he’d received from Steve upon entering the apartment, the blond’s cryptic words to their babydoll while she thought Buck couldn’t hear. So instead of calling her out for the deception her grabbed a bottle of arnica from the end table and started very gently rubbing a layer into the bruised skin on her ass. 

Her little whimpers hurt his heart, but the full tears were what made it crack. She was likely at her breaking point for pain, where the punishment didn’t fulfill its purpose anymore. He’d bet Steve had realized the same thing and had held off. 

“Almost done babydoll. Steve! Bring her shorts with you when you come!” 

There was more squeaky meowing and he dropped his hand over the side of the couch without looking, scooping up Munchkin and dropping her onto his chest right between himself and Penny. The kitten hated being away from Penny even after such a short time. 

“What movies did you watch today? Have I seen them?” 

Penny hesitated for just a few seconds before she gave a short commentary, not noticing the way Steve walked out of the bedroom and up behind her. A quick few hand signals ‘food-sleep-talk’ told him that the blond wanted Penny fed, in bed, and asleep before they got a chance to talk and flashed and ‘okay’ behind her back. It didn’t take long to fulfill the list, Penny was out like a light with a very small dosage of sleeping pills (not enough for her to notice, just enough that she’d sleep through the night). 

The soldiers kind of assumed it was like having a toddler; during the day they had to watch what they said, if they got much of a chance to talk at all, and the dynamic between them had changed while they focused on getting Penny settled. Nights were when they had the chance to talk, it helped that they didn’t need a lot of sleep, and they honestly kind of enjoyed lying in the dark with their babydoll laid out across their chests, talking quietly over the sound of her breathing. It was certainly a good way to decompress after a long day and the pair fell asleep in the early hours of the morning, Penny on Bucky’s chest and Steve wrapped around them both from the side, a kitten or two thrown into the mix somewhere. 

Bucky woke immediately when the blond shifted, slowly starting to wake up for work. It was Steve’s turn to go in and he had a meeting with Tony too—Steve was much better at dealing with the eccentric billionaire than Bucky was, especially when it came to the topic of Penny. Despite the fact Steve had been the one who wanted her originally, Bucky was the one who’d become more overtly possessive and he didn’t like Tony butting into their business. 

“Take care of her, I’ll see you in the evening,” Steve bent over to kiss him lightly, lips trailing to brush against his cheek lovingly before he stroked a hand through Penny’s hair and gave pressed his lips to the back of her head, “love you.” 

“Love you, punk, go to work,” the brunet ignored Steve’s wry smile, instead shifting Penny to lay next to him on her side, curling his body tightly around her and tucking her up against his torso while Steve left.

She’d be up in an hour or so, would probably want to go lay in the hammock in front of the windows. She sunned herself the same way the kittens did, taking little cat naps in the sunshine between attempts at knitting. He could feel the small changes in her breathing as she started to come to and smiled; her forehead burrowed against his chest, her nose brushing his skin lightly. But then she started to tremble and a small whimper escaped her and she was reaching for him and there were tears in her eyes—

Bucky swept her into his arms immediately, carefully arranging her the same way they’d been doing for days to keep the pressure off her ass, “Penny, talk to me baby, why’re you crying? Did you have a bad dream?” 

“The stuff—the lotion—” she hiccuped and he felt her hips jump in his hands when the side of her ass brushed his leg and she yelped, “it hurts, it—”

“JARVIS, remedies for bruises,” Bucky ordered, immediately lifting them both off of the bed and heading into the bathroom. 

“Because this is the second morning Ms. Parker has woken up in pain, I have taken it upon myself to order several items to be sent to the apartment, including hypericum perforatum. There is an aloe vera plant in the living room which can be used for pain relief after a bath, which I shall add witch hazel and lavender to, along with epsom salts for the swelling.” 

“Thanks buddy,” he responded absently, the steam from the hot water immediately settling over his skin when he stepped past the doorway; the bathtub was already filling, “can you hold your weight baby? Just for a minute.” 

Penny nodded tearfully against his chest and he carefully rested her on her feet, gently manipulating the waistband of her shorts over the curve of her ass. He could see in the mirror that her skin had retained its deep red tone, purple and blue splotches concentrated on the fullness of either cheek. It wasn’t anything permanently damaging, just very painful. He pulled her tank top off and dropped it to the side with her shorts, listening as the faucet kicked off. 

“Alright baby, let’s get you into the bath,” He quickly shucked his briefs and stepped into the water, helping Penny in after even when her breathing hitched at the movement, “you’ll lay against my chest, just like usual.” 

Once they were situated, Penny with her head tucked under his chin and his arms around her back, Bucky couldn’t help but smile. He could see why Steve hadn’t gone through with her spanking yesterday, there was simply no need. Penny might not have trusted or liked them but she reached for them. When she was in pain she reached for them to help, to fix it, and knew that they would, where in the past you couldn’t have gotten her to ask them for anything, let alone help. 

It was a significant step in the right direction, Penny succumbing to a piece of her new life. She didn’t chafe under his hold, wasn’t stone still or angry. She was in pain and seeking comfort and help and she knew he’d provide it. He knew she was a stubborn little thing, the concession of just a bit of her space wasn’t the end of her fighting, but it meant something and the soldiers could work with that. During interrogations, the systematic deconstruction of a person’s will and mind meant that when one wall fell the others were very close to follow. Penny could still fight if she wanted, but it was only a matter of time before she conceded the battle. 

Patience wasn’t Bucky’s strong suit but he would wait as patiently as he could for her to crumble in his arms, after all, it wouldn’t take long now. 

content warnings: grinding, dubcon cunnilingus, face sitting

[steajitos]

seventh

you looked up at him as he looked down at you and did the same, the sunlight that had peaked through the blinds had illuminated over your eyes which gave a lighter tone to the original color either way still taking your boyfriend’s breath away. “you look beautiful, y’know that?” he stated

rating: explicit warnings: just lots of smutty themes with some fluff sandwiched somewhere there requested: definitely

          the thought of coming home to your shared apartment to see your face, after going-over the area with natasha and sam in search of any suspicious bustling, has distracted him ever since. he couldn’t focus on what the objective of the mission this afternoon was, all he could only think about was your voice begging for his name.

          and now that steve has arrived he couldn’t wait any longer for the things he has been planning to do to you the entire night.

          in the meantime, you cheered in joy to welcome him back with a big hug being thankful to see him again without much damage acquired, though unable to help yourself from jumping into him instantly with legs wrapping around his body as he easily caught you. the excitement made you become quite frisky, midst his beard brushing against the skin around your neck which had sent shivers down your spine.

          “how was your day?” 

          “wasn’t as great until i got to see my favorite girl again tonight,” he answered with a smile.

          it was impossible not to smile and turn into a shade of pink every time after hearing your boyfriend shower you with his praises. things only picked up from there before hearing him whisper, “been waiting and thinking about doing so much things to do to you tonight, doll.”

         he gradually leaned closer until both your lips linked together, him getting the taste of nothing but sweetness while you were having various feelings on what his tasted like. however yours were definitely softer and plumper, moreover steve couldn’t resist on sucking around your lower lip.

          then your fingers ran through his thick beard and relaxed at the sides of his face. he proceeded to make out with you all the while carrying your weight to the bedroom, laying you down with your back pressing onto the soft mattress.

          the kiss didn’t last long since steve broke the kiss. he paused for a moment to look at you then continued to flood your lower jaw with his kisses, with it only escalating furthermore as his hands were toying around with your silky nightgown eagerly wanting to rip if from your body. he didn’t notice how badly he wanted to be inside you already and instinctively used an amount of his strength to stretch the fabric that resulted with a ripping sound. “hey!”

          “sorry, sweetie, i promise i’ll buy you a new one,” he chuckled. 

          as a result of it steve followed by tearing the entire apparel until you were completely naked underneath him. he threw the clothing aside and started to reach for the zipper of his pants, tugging them down until it dropped down to his ankles. his arms extended and used a greater effort to flip you around, making you shriek with your face facing the white bedsheets, “i want to see you on all fours, doll.”

          you submitted to his command and went ahead to get on your arms together with your legs, making sure to stick your ass out for him to give him a better sight of your dripping pussy. he willfully used the tips of his fingers to skim over the wetness that had accumulated, enjoying each second as he grew erect.

          steve used two fingers then slowly inserting them inside wanting to test you on how long you could last before having to beg for his dick. he made sure to keep on a torturous pace while you bit onto the sheets still being a little embarrassed to moan loudly for your boyfriend’s name — the only sound that could be evidently heard around the room was your pussy clenching for him every time he sinks his fingers completely.

          your palms were getting sweaty and your fingers were gripping onto the surface. you were enjoying the attempt of him fingering your soaked sex but deeply you knew you wanted more. you wanted to feel his cock throbbing for you as he thrusted into you with great force until your body was completely wrecked.

          “steve, please!”

          “what was that, doll?” he pretended to be unaware of what he was purposely doing to you, “i need you to speak up for me, tell me what you want.”

          “i want your cock, steve, please!”

          “that was just what i wanted to hear from you." he chuckled and acutely curled his fingertips once more before pulling them out which released a loud squishy sound coming from your cunt.

          steve used the same hand to fist the base of his cock, the wetness his finger accumulated from you had coated a sheer layer just on top of the slit. he positioned himself for a second before finally pushing his hips forward. a loud moan instantly left your lips, feeling yourself adjust to his size and clamping tightly around the throbbing tip that made him groan also.

          one of his hands grasped onto your shoulder, the other relaxed over your ass. his movement didn’t waste any second as he continued to ram in and out your pussy.

          with the dampness that served as enough lubrication for him, steve licked his lips and savored every inch of your tautness. the sight of your asscheeks  bouncing against his skin was gratifying, giving a number of slaps while gripping onto it like a soft pillow —it was what he had been daydreaming the whole time and now he got to experience it.

          the night pretty much revolved around you getting fucked from behind. your room was completely filled with gasps for breath combined with hoarse moans from your boyfriend, you weren’t too sure how thin the walls were but you didn’t mind whether the room next door would have heard the pair of you. and it ended with you kneeling in front of steve and jerking him off until he released thoroughly over your face.

          .・゜-: ✧ :-　　-: ✧ :-゜・．

          after every exciting events that happened, the next morning your body rolled over to the side only to find nothing but empty, cold bedsheets.

          you assumed he had to leave early due to something important happening around the area or maybe even for a meeting, so you happily moved along and continued to work the daily tasks you do in order to feed and provide yourself a roof to live under.

          but it was difficult to get through once dusk had masked the sky, your window pictured the darkness with streetlights being the only thing that served illumination. it crawled into your nerves as you tried not to worry too much knowing that he was practically a super soldier with a highly trained assassin along his side.

          while dressed in one of your sleepwear, you tried to read a book or watch the news channel the night felt lonely and it was harder to fall asleep, your mind was clouded with anxiety and the long for steve’s body to be wrapped around yours.

          furthermore when you woke up the second morning, you expected him to either be by your side or in the dining table waiting for you to wake up. you wiped the tiny trails of drool that streamed down the corner of your lips as you got up with blurry visions still trying to adjust to the surroundings. the apartment was motionless and it was the same as how you left it last night.

           steve wasn’t anywhere to be found.

          this continued on for six days, the entire span of it consisted of you trying to cope living without seeing him — almost the entire time staying at home and cuddling yourself with a blanket covering half of your body. you could barely eat much and you always glanced at the screen of your phone, hoping he would either text or ring but he doesn’t. he never answered any of your calls too.

          and on the seventh was when you finally heard a knock on your door. the sun was about to set and you just got home an hour ago from a short jog around the neighborhood. you haven’t changed your dri-fit clothes yet seeing the evident stains of sweat had remained, however you planned to head into the shower just a few moments from now anyway.

          though it was quarter past seven in the evening and the minute you heard a knock on your apartment door, you assumed who it was. who else could it have been?

          you stayed quiet, stood in front of the door while you patiently waited to hear anything other than a knock come from the other side. it took a few more minutes until steve decided to quit the knocking and eventually pleaded down, “please answer the door, y/n.”

          if only he could’ve saw you roll your eyes at him.

          “go away, steve”

          “if you could open the door and let me explain,”

           “i don’t want your explanation,” you said coldly despite the fact that every inch in your body was itching to unlock the door.

          your pride was getting the best of you. 

          as much as you hated how steve left you without even so as a note in the fridge, you knew it was also unfair that you wouldn’t let him explain what happened after so long. even the fact that he still built the courage to come home to you without hesitating already proved something.

          you thought about it for a good while and decided to unlock the door and let him in, giving him a number of minutes to explain before you could decide if he could stay with you or not. for steve, it was enough time knowing well that you would understand the hardships he’s facing being captain america, saving the world, and all that.

          “oh thank god you’re alive,” he ran up to you with a genuine sigh of relief and being unable to help himself from tightly wrapping his arms around your body, squishing you almost until you were out of breath.

          “s-steve, i can’t breathe.” he let go of you and apologized instantly.

          then steve proceeded to detail everything that had happened the whole time he went missing. from the day he had to rush up to the avengers tower, his travel to wakanda in attempt of battling hundreds of freaks this thanos guy had created, and having to fail the mission which resulted to wiping nearly half of the earth’s population.

          his narration was heavy and you became aware of the guilt that pang onto you, realizing how clueless you were to even recognize that half of the town has much likely vanished. you felt bad for him and for the rest of his team, it was depressing enough as it sounds that they couldn’t save everyone and the fact they their loved ones turned to dust too.

          for steve, he was thankful and lucky enough that he didn’t have to come home to some pile of ash scattered on the floor.

          “you can hate me all you want now, but at least i got to explain my side,” he stood up and was on the verge of walking out thinking that you were still pissed at him for leaving you, but you weren’t anymore.

          you stopped him even if you didn’t have enough strength to actually prevent him from walking out the door. but he took the signal and faintly smiled, seeing your face no matter how raddled you have gone through will always be the most wonderful sight for him. he was really fucking lucky you weren’t included in the snap.

          “i’m sorry too,” your hands chose to rest on top of his chest and simultaneously having to feel his heart beat.

          “sweetie, you don’t have to apologize for anything.” he took your hands and pressed a sweet kiss onto the back of it then moving forward to plant one onto your forehead.

          his kisses were gently and complete with his care. whenever you felt his lips press onto any part of your skin, your heart flutters and you felt like you could melt into his arms. “i was actually going to shower before you appeared in front of my door out of nowhere, you should join me.”

          obviously he didn’t hesitate on agreeing to come with you, coincidentally also longing for a shower as his suit already worn out and muddy. he had a few bruises and cuts that never mattered to him, the sting of it only getting shrugged off.

          showering with him was definitely something you missed after a while. he helped you clean yourself all the while continuing to kiss you under the flow of warm water that slowly rinsed off the bubbles on your skin. it felt very comforting and you wished for more time to spend with steve being this lovable.

          when it was over steve got in the bed and proceeded to narrate everything that happened in his mission until you dozed off.

         .・゜-: ✧ :-　　-: ✧ :-゜・．

           steve was always the first one who woke up. he stayed right where he had lain down and looked to his side, seeing your face in a smile knowing that maybe you were having a good dream.

          you looked adorable and he badly wanted to kiss you — it wasn’t that he wasn’t kissing you enough already, but that’s just the primary instinct he goes for when seeing or even thinking about you.

          without even hanging himself back, steve leaned on to kiss you timely as your eyes fluttered open. a wide smile was present upon your lips, your cheeks being cheery as every, and you just had the greatest morning knowing everything that happened last night wasn’t just a dream. 

          “good morning, babydoll,”

          “g’morning.” you smiled and stretched your arms over to the headboard along with your legs over to the footboard.

          “how was your sleep?”

          “good. now that you’re here,” you mumbled after burying your head onto his bare chest

          you looked up at him as he looked down at you and did the same, the sunlight that had peaked through the blinds had illuminated over your eyes which gave a lighter tone to the original color either way still taking your boyfriend’s breath away. “you look beautiful, y’know that?” he stated

          “i’m not. it’s early morning and you’re joking.” embarrassed, you tried covering your face using both the palms of your hands but steve softly pushed them aside.

          this time it was your turn to initiate a kiss, pushing yourself until your lips latched onto his. the taste wasn’t all sweet but you couldn’t blame either of you since you just woke up.

          you broke the kiss for a short pause, “know what could make this morning be better?”

          “what?” he asked genuinely having no clue what you had running around your little mind.

          with one swift move your body went over his, your legs straddling on either of his sides as he was in between. this caused his hands adjusting from cuddling you close to his chest to gripping on your waist. you squealed as it took a little time for him to process what was going on.

          “whoa.”

         and when he felt himself already start to grow out an erection just by the sight of you on top of him and the feeling of your panties pressing against his crotch with only thin layers of fabric getting between, he swore under his breath.

          thereon you peppered kisses onto his lower jaw, feeling the scruff create light pinning effects onto your cheeks and other parts of your face. your hips were gently swaying on top of him, enjoying the sensation of rubbing yourself against him while trying to let yourself focus on leaving a few marks around from his neck until the collar.

          it may or may not have been because of the yearn of your lover’s presence that pushed you into this, but you were certain you didn’t mind having the cheesy, morning make up sex that’s about to take place.

          “oh steve.” a small whimper came out of you as your panties began soaking through.

          steve immediately took advantage of your growing sensitivity and turned you over. your were the one at bottom now and he had an arm supporting his weight on one side as he stayed on top. he mocked your actions and repeated the way you placed kisses onto his body, but this time adding his free hand to slip under your gown. 

           the combination of his lips and hand movements already sending you to sensations you’ve always couldn’t hold back. you were already whimpering relentlessly for his name and he hasn’t done much. fuck.

          when you felt his fingers tug your undergarment to the side you had let out a groan out of impatience.

          “m’gonna make it up to you, babydoll.” he pressed another kiss aside your ear after whispering.

          as he jerked his dick out from his boxers, the bed dipped down and he pulled your waist effortlessly close to his lower body. you could already feel the head of it pressing onto the entrance of your cunt and he didn’t hesitate to push himself further until it slowly disappeared from underneath him.

          he didn’t take advantage of you in any way. he made sure you were still on the pill, allowing him to feel every inch of him reenter you while enjoying every second of it. your moans were sweet and sound to his ears, even only that could already make himself climax.

           with all the thoughts that were running around his mind, the only thing that stood out was that he really wanted to make you feel good after everything. he wanted to cherish your body and make you feel important. he wanted to make love to you unlike the other times you two had any physical contact. he wanted you to be his for the rest of time.

          it was generic but after what happened and with everyone’s loved one’s vanishing, he could only just move on from the past and enjoy what was left. and this time he was lucky enough to have you stay in his life; he wasn’t going to waste this further.

          with every thrust he did he would’ve said how much he appreciated you. he took everything at pace and made sure you were feeling nothing but amusement. “that’s it. you enjoying that, doll?”

          you couldn’t answer clearly only having to mumble out. the way he moved himself in and out of you was pleasing and didn’t caused you any discomfort in spite the fact that he grew in size. “you can come for me if you want.”

          steve tried his best to restrain himself from changing to a quicker pace seeing how well you were enjoying it. your nipples were hard and poking through the fabric as your breasts bounced gradually every time. he didn’t want to ruin the scene and it didn’t mind him at all, waiting until you got to release the orgasm and every other emotion that was built in your system.

          however that wouldn’t be the only thing he had in the list of making things up for you.

[arthur-morgan-slap-my-ass]

Touch Me

@hoseam said: you know have u ever thought about riding Hosea's face or just Hosea eating you out in general bc I have,,, a lot

Anonymous said: AKSJSJSJ ITS THE BITCH THAT ASKED FOR DADDY HOSEA YES THANK YOU I LOVED IT; now because I’m a greedy hoe for hosea (I guess you could call me HOESEA ha) how would you feel about some smut that’s just him making you cum like 500 times just from lazy oral and he’s just having fun with it and ur just like completely FUCK KAJJSJSKKJ and he’s just like lmao and having a great time turning you into a mess

Anonymous said: Soft daddy Hosea tying up your impatient ass so he can take his time doing everything he wants while you are a whimpering mess beneath him

Anonymous said: Idk if you’re still open to fic ideas but god I would kill to read a fic of reader staying with Hosea in a hotel for a night and after a bath enjoys teasing him wearing an almost see through blouse and bending over with no underwear on trying to “innocently” tempt him and he gets so frustrated he just has to touch you even tho he tries hard to resist and be a “gentlemen” about it... bonus points if Hosea makes a mess of the reader (or on her) so she has to bathe again 👀💦

A/N: I am.... idk mate I poured too much of myself into this fic. This is the epitome of my soft feelings for Hosea. I’m crying. I love him. There were so many requests, I panicked. Forgive me for any mistakes, I proof read this myself in the middle of a class, so if I go badly in that test, it’s u guys fault.

Word Count: +5k of lovey dovey sin

Summary: light bondage, soft daddy hosea being the softest dom ever, praising every 5 seconds, you being a teasing little asshole, gentle aftercare DURING and AFTER the deed, soft touching, the most heart warming smut you’ll ever read, a compilation of requests that got out of hand.

Well, if anything, you had what was coming to you.

You felt as fresh as a spring morning, having just gotten out of a properly luxurious bath that the Hotel of Saint Dennis offered — even if they charged for it, you had deemed it a proper blessing after weeks on end getting cleaned up with nothing but a bucket of freezing cold water. It wasn’t always that you could afford yourself such small luxuries, much less with Hosea’s company, given that the man was most of the time running after Dutch to make sure the man wouldn’t end up killing himself — or the whole gang, for that matter — in his crazy plans.

You cocked your head to the side, bending your knees on the soft bedding and allowing the white cotton shirt to ride up your thighs, watching the man sitting across from you in one of the lavish velvet armchairs of the room. He seemed to be too focused on the book he had in hand to be paying much attention to you — not that you minded. It was nice at times, the quiet moments of intimacy that you both had, companionable silence in his tent at late nights as he would read on and on to the light of the lantern and you’d drift off to his hand caressing your ankle.

With a smirk, you rolled to the side and stretched in the bed, letting out a soft sigh of contentment. The shirt had been pushed up once more, now reaching your waist and giving an ample view of your backside and “goods”. Not that you were trying to rile Hosea up — well, maybe —, but it was nice to see just for how long he’d keep up the respectable gentleman-y façade before giving in to your teasing.

“Don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing there,” Hosea commented idly, flicking the page of his book and that prompted an amused huff from you.

“Me?,” you feigned innocence and looked over your shoulder, with doe eyes. “I’m not doing anything.”

Hosea’s lips twitched up before he decided to look at you with an expression that made it clear that he didn’t really believe you. “What a terrible liar you are.”

You hummed, smiling softly even though you knew he couldn’t really see it. “Can’t help that my tongue isn’t as skilled as yours, dear,” you rolled to the other side, now lying with your belly up and catching his eyes with yours. “We both know you’re the specialist here, ain’t you?”

The man shook his head, although you could notice the slightest hint of a flush on the tips of his ears. He was hooked. “Little vixen, you are.”

“Won’t you come touch me?,” you teased further, running a hand down your thigh to stop it right over your knee. “We have this bed all for ourselves, such a shame if we let it go to waste…”

Hosea huffed a laugh, placing a dried off golden leaf between the pages of the book he was reading, in an all too familiar and well practiced motion. As much as you loved watching him read and be his introvert self, you loved it even more when he pampered you with attention.

“What am I supposed to do with you?,” Hosea smiled now, loosely clasping his hands on top of his stomach as he watched you from afar. He looked really handsome like this, barefoot, down to his sleeping shirt and pants, none of the daily apparel you were so used to see him in. “Giving me a run for some peace and quiet, is that so?”

You smiled, shifting your legs to make the sleepshirt that wasn’t really yours accompany your movements, caressing you as it clung to your skin, flashing your intimacy at him. “Come and teach me a lesson, daddy,” you whispered, parting your legs and snaking a hand down to your entrance with a soft sigh. “I’m dying to have you all for myself tonight.” Hosea hummed, amused by your wanton display. He wasn’t uninterested — more like enjoying the little show you put up for him —, but stayed silent as you slowly caressed your sex. “Won’t you come and teach me how to behave?”

“Should be more careful with what you ask for, sweetheart,” Hosea said, quietly. His voice, usually chirpy and good natured, had adopted a darker tone, like a low rasp — and that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Come and touch me,” you whispered in a sultry voice, slipping a finger inside with a tiny gasp, already feeling impatient, “been missin’ you…”

Hosea smirked, strained. He was enjoying your little show, perhaps far too much; unwilling to put a short end to it, but his mask of decency — if you could call it that — was starting to crack. He shifted on the armchair, adjusting his position. “Lookin’ so pretty it’d be a shame to waste the view, ain’t that so?”

At that, you huffed out a breath, something in the middle of a laugh and a whimper. “Don’t be dense, you know I don’t like waitin’ ‘round…”

“That so?,” Hosea inquired, still perched on the luxurious armchair; as a proud ruler to a small kingdom. “Don’t think you know what you askin’ for, darlin’.”

You smiled wickedly, feeling the growing wetness between your legs thanks to the subtle threat thrown your way. Another finger slipped in, making you moan and arch your back slightly.

“That feel good, sweetheart?,” Hosea’s voice sounded impossibly low, contrasting the soft crackling of the fire in the fancy hearth of the rented room.

You whimpered, needy and hot in face of the sweetness of Hosea’s voice. He knew how to get you worked up far too well, and that pushed you to move your fingers slowly in a gentle come-hither motion. Hosea clicked his tongue, cocking his head to the side as he watched you make a mess of yourself.

“Look at ya,” he chirped, although you could hear the cutting edge of his voice, straining to keep control, “a lil’ troublemaker, ain’t you?”

Gasping out a laugh, you lolled your head to the side to lock eyes with him, still pumping your fingers in and out. Hosea watched you with half lidded eyes, flickering every now and then to your entrance and, you knew, marveling at how wet you seemed to be.

Now was the moment to strike.

“Come touch me,” you pleaded, puffing out your chest in an attempt to seem even more enticing, “I want you.”

Hosea smiled, pleased at your choice of words. “Might disagree on who has the silver tongue around here, don’t ya think?”

The man got to his feet, his half hard erection marking the soft fabric of his trousers as he approached you. The bed dipped as Hosea sat beside your body, his calloused fingers gently caressing your torso through the thin cotton shirt. You whimpered, closing your eyes in frustration.

“So little patience, my girl,” he whispered, bending down to press a kiss to the dip below your neck, roaming hand moving down grasp at your hand. “Why don’t ya let me take it from here, hm?,” he offered, warm breath fanning over your cheek before he kissed you, slow and sweet; pushing inside at the same time.

You gasped gratefully, arching your back at the expertise of Hosea’s touch. He cooed at you, peppering tiny butterfly kisses all over your face, the hand beside your head digging pleasantly into the mattress as he built up the momentum. “So pretty,” he said in a husky voice, twisting his fingers up making you whine and turn your face to hide it against his neck.

He smiled, now pressing gently on your clit with the pad of his thumb. “Soundin’ so sweet today, darlin’,” his wrist moved faster, lips ghosting on your skin, “you wanna cum? Jus’ like this?”

Keening, you nodded fervently, repeating over and over, “yes, yes, please.” Hosea all but chuckled, whispering sweet nothings as you writhed under him.

“Go on,” he acquiesced, benevolent as always, “cum for me, sweetheart.”

Without much further thought, you did.

The well known feeling spread through your body like a gentle wave from the beach during summertime. Hosea pressed a kiss to your cheek before retreating and offering his cum smeared fingers to you. Obediently, you opened your mouth, mind still buzzed and thoughts fuzzy.

“That’s it,” he praised, smiling gently, like a proud tutor. “Such a good girl, ain’t you?”

You whimpered around his fingers, licking them clean to the best of your ability. Hosea’s praising was addictive, you had come to the conclusion one night after he had kissed your forehead and whispered about you doing a good job. “Yes,” you muttered through a mouthful, closing your eyes; the pungent taste of your pussy covering your tongue.

Hosea cocked his head to the side, watching you with warmth in his eyes. You were so eager at times he feared not being able to keep with you, but experience was on his side. “Wanna cum again, babygirl?,” he asked, as nonchalantly as possible.

“Yeah,” you said heatedly, reaching to palm his erection, “daddy—“

“Ah, ah,” the man took a gentle hold of you hand, insistently pushing it away, “patience, my dear.”

Pouting, you gave him a resentful look, “you’re teasing far too much tonight.”

He hummed in amusement, reaching out on the bedside table for the red neckwear he wore at times. “That I am.”

Your breathing quickened at the sight of the bandana. “We’re going creative tonight?,” you inquired, allowing him to pull your hands above your head and tie them up on one of the posts of the canopy bed.

Hosea smiled at your little quip, pleased at your willingness to go along with his lead. His hands caressed the skin around of your tied wrists, the cotton digging into it, almost reverently. “Ah, you know me,” he commented idly, moving down to your face and pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. His gaze held yours when he pulled back, lips quirking up slightly. “I like to take my time.”

It was always like this, with Hosea. At times, he’d rather keep it soft and intimate; you holding tightly to him in the dark as he kisses your neck heatedly. Other nights, he’d let you take the reigns, following your lead as you rocked your hips down on his — never stopping the myriad of praises thrown your way.

But there were also nights where Hosea would rather take his time with you, using your impatience and eagerness against yourself. Some part of you was suspicious he rather enjoyed it, watching you huff and pout at him, but you knew it was laced with reverence and love rather than possession and personal gratification. It made your heart swell and throb for him.

You tried moving your wrists, clenching your fists and frowning. “It’s… too tight…”

Nodding, he immediately undid the knot. His hands coaxed yours to lay on top of the neckwear, tying them together on your palm so you could grasp at it. “Better?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, pulling harshly at bandana to find out that you were positively tied up. “Much better, thank you.”

“Pretty girl,” Hosea sighed, continuing his careful exploration, “a naughty lil’ thing, ain’t you? No one would be able to tell how much of a wanton lil’ vixen you are.”

His hand caressed your neck, playing with a strand of your hair. You relished under the attention, closing your eyes and let out a soft sigh as his fingers followed the trail of your collarbone, popping out the first button of the shirt. Hosea hummed, pleased at your responding shiver.

Another button popped out. “You look so precious wearin’ my things,” he commented idly, and you fixed your eyes on him, “so lovely.”

You arched your back, trying to hint on what you wanted. “Please, daddy…”

Hosea leaned over, kissing around the areola of your breast, making your catch your breath in your throat. “So sweet,” he praised, cupping the soft flesh in his free hand as the other kept on its task of taking off the offending article of clothing, “my lovely girl.”

You moaned, pushing your head back into the mattress. “Yes,” you whimpered, clenching your hands over the neckerchief, “please.”

He kissed the peaked nipple, flicking his tongue slowly over it. Hosea breathed out, cupping your breast in his capable hands — something you had always thought about, even before getting intimate with him, so capable —, squeezing the soft flesh gently in his grasp. “Sweet girl,” Hosea whispered, kissing the other breast, making you whimper.

Your cheeks flushed, lips parting slightly, “yeah.”

Hosea pulled away, fluttering a kiss to your collarbone. You didn’t protest, submissive under his touch and gaze; even expectant on what he was about to do next. He slid down the bed, the wood cracking under your conjoined weight as Hosea settled his face between your thighs; shoulders pressing up on your backside.

You sighed, trying to pull the man closer with your legs. Hosea didn’t budge, instead pressing a lingering kiss to the outer lips of your sex, sucking at the sensitive skin gently and making you gasp. You arched your back, closing your eyes in frustration because it felt too good. “Please,” you keened, shifting under his weight on top of you, “daddy—“

He hummed in response, a warning tone for you to behave; and you subsided with a disgruntled whine. Hosea’s tongue licked your entrance, hands snaking around your thighs and fingers digging into your supple skin. With a sigh, he pressed his face more between your legs, alternating between licking your clit and sucking at the inner lips of it. The build-up had been far quicker than what you had expected but, hey, you weren’t about to complain. His focus changed to your clit, teasing it softly the way he know you liked until—

“Oh—,” you gasped, twisting your hips, feeling it tense as another orgasm, this one softer, rippled through your body. Hosea wasn’t detained by that, mouth still working around your pussy.

With a pleased little hum, his hand let go of your thigh, moving to press two fingers into your dripping entrance as you thrashed. You whimpered, feeling the gentle tease inside of you again, torn between frustration and pleasure. “Please—“

The arm still holding your leg shifted to rest on top of your stomach and navel, to keep you down. Hosea sighed, scissoring his fingers as his tongue teased your entrance before moving to your clit again. He was unrelenting, moaning into your cunt as you still spasming sex clenched once more; his fingers pressing up at the spot that he knew made you swoon.

“I... I—,” you choked, feeling as if you were about to burst once more, sweat already covering your body in a fine sheen, “I’m—“

Hosea doubled his efforts then and you cried out, trying to fight off the pressure of his arm on top of your hips. He pulled out his fingers, pressing his face more closely to your cunt in an attempt to stimulate you further. With a shriek and tears at the corner of your eyes, you came once more, shaking under the weight of him.

You gasped for breath.

The hotel room felt like it was too far away for you to reach at the moment, so you closed your eyes instead; riding the feeling for a little while longer. Your body still trembled, here and there, little sighs that sounded suspiciously like tiny moans coming past your lips. Hosea caressed your knee to get your attention and you whimpered, turning your face at his direction with doe eyes. You could still go.

“Alright there?,” he asked with a smug little smile and you didn’t even have the presence of mind to remember feeling annoyed. You watched him for a second longer, turning your cheek for a loving caress. Hosea stole a kiss from your lips and you could taste yourself there, although fleetingly. “Good girl.”

You nodded weakly, not really sure to what you were agreeing to and pulled at the restraint with a desperate little gasp. Every time Hosea praised you, for whatever reason, you couldn’t quite tell if it was because you did something good or he simply thought you were deserving of it for being yourself. Sometimes you suspected it was a junction of both, although you couldn’t be quite sure. But any other thought left your mind as he smiled down at you, eyes committing every little detail that he could to memory before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“More,” you croaked numbly, agitating slightly. Your hands pulled at the neckwear once more, making the bed creak; although you knew you were more likely to burn your hands than break anything to make an escape, “please.”

Hosea watched you for a second, cupping your face and stroking it with his thumb. “Greedy girl,” he said in a level voice, coaxing you to open your lips and suck at the thumb that had been caressing your cheek. You complied without further ado. He cocked his head to the side, his cum slick fingers, still warm, brushing at your face with the devotion only a man in love could offer. “Beautiful.”

Opening your eyes, you fluttered your eyelids innocently. Hosea snickered, although he still allowed your tongue to run freely through the pad of his finger, the saltiness of it nearly addicting. You felt somewhat numb, tired and spent, but you still wanted more. You always wanted more.

The opened shirt still clung to your body, bunching up and pooling around your shoulders from the wild thrashing. Hosea cooed softly, popping the finger out of your mouth with a protestant whimper coming from you. “Come now, be a good girl for me,” he half-laughed, moving to untie your wrists from the bedpost.

You squirmed, feeling the slight soreness of your arms. It didn’t hurt, but wasn’t comfortable neither — and you kinda hoped he’d keep you tied up.

“Turn around for me, baby,” Hosea asked, petting your head. You obliged happily.

His hands undid the knot on your palm, squeezing them gently to work back the feeling into them. “Good?”

“Yeah,” you answered quietly, thanking the heavens for the crisp smell of velvety sheets against your face, “good.”

Hosea hummed, moving to slowly rub at your forearms and biceps, his calloused hands adding even more feeling to it; making you almost drowsy with sleep. You sighed in pleasure, lolling your head to the side to allow him to massage your shoulders. He was so gentle and caring when lowering your arms you quite literally didn’t notice it until the knot had been tied with your hands behind your back.

Your breathing caught in your throat, some small part at the back of your mind panicking until you caught sight of the man beside you. Hosea smiled, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand as if petting a particularly affectionate cat.

It made you at ease.

“Such a good, good girl,” he said in a secretive tone, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple; and you could feel your eyes going hazy with the gather of satisfied tears. You loved pleasing him. It was so easy, so good; so sweet.

You whimpered, squirming weakly. You still wanted more, a lot more — how could he not tell?

Hosea smiled down at you, pleased at how easily he had managed to break your mischievous spirit for the night. You were a hardworking one, eager to please and easy to subdue — but what he liked the most about you was how you’d manage to make him feel like he was still on top of his game, still young and able.

“My precious girl,” Hosea whispered, caressing your clothed back through the thin and drenched through nightshirt, making you keen lowly. His hand was heavy on your body, comforting and warm, you thought idly; mind too fuzzy to keep rational track of the situation. You felt him moving to scratch the back of your head, eliciting a pleased moan from you. He said something else, a praise by the sound of it, but you didn’t — or couldn’t — register it.

Next thing you knew, Hosea coaxed you to move again; this time on top of his body as he settled in the bed beside you. Your thighs spread to accommodate on his lap, your head resting securely against his chest and his erection pressing insistently to your entrance through the pants he wore to bed. Your breathing deepened, becoming more labored and making you squirm on top of him with want. “Daddy, I’m—“

“It’s okay,” Hosea shushed you, pulling at the nightshirt to expose your back to his careful exploration, “feelin’ good?”

You nodded weakly, closing your eyes again. His fingertips pressed to your skin in a loving way, making you sigh in pleasure. His hips rocked up to yours, the soft fabric soaking through with your essence, making you struggle weakly against the bindings on your wrist. “I want…”

“Yeah?,” he cooed sweetly at you, petting the soft expansion of your backside up to your shoulder blades, raising goosebumps on your skin. You ground your hips on his, tensing your thighs in blind desire. “What’s it that you want, hm?”

With a displeased groan, you hid your face into his neck, nuzzling your face there and breathing in the scent you had grown so used to — herbs, lavender soap and the musky smell of after-shave —, so comforting and familiar. Hosea slid one hand down to your backside, snaking his arm around your waist to keep you there. You felt the gentle caress of his hand on your cheek, catching the frustrated tears gathered at the corner of your eyes.

You felt too far gone to answer properly, clinging to him like a lifeline, feeling shy and needy atop of the man. He hummed, squeezing the skin of your waist to catch your attention, hand still brushing your cheek and pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “C’mon, now,” he whispered, voice comforting and soft, “tell me.”

“I want…,” you tried to answer in a breathy voice, shivering with need. He prompted you on, petting your head like one would do to a cat. That took a low and pleased little whine from you, your face turning in the direction of his affection. “I want you…”

“Good girl,” Hosea praised, letting go of your waist to fiddle with the buttons of his pants below you, undoing them hastily, “good, good girl,” he pressed his lips to the side of your face, peppering it with kisses and making you whine in need, “shush, shush…”

Too caught up in your own mind to take notice of what was happening, you allowed the man to push your body up; his hand a steadying force on your waist to help you balance yourself on top of him. Your back touched his raised thighs, supporting your weight when you finally got there, making your breathing quicken.

Looking down, you watched the length of him, hot and firm for you, nestled comfortably between your spread legs; his pants barely taken off.

You mewled, shifting your gaze to him before moving it back down. “Now, now,” you complained, squirming on top of him, as if you’d be able to slip it in on your own. “Hosea, please—“

Hosea grunted, knitting his brows together. You looked positively goddess-like, bathed in the warm light of the bedroom, covered in a sheen of sweat; flushed and disheveled because of him. It made his heart jump with affection. He took a hold of his cock, coaxing you to push up so he could get a better angle to thrust in, although it wouldn’t really matter with how wet you were.

As needy as you were, you complained loudly at the way he’d taken a hold of your waist, keeping you from quite literally impaling yourself on him. He wanted to take his time.

“I don’t want slow,” you babbled incoherently, frowning in annoyance. He’d had his fun, you wanted yours too. “I need it—“

Hosea looked up at you, somewhat amused by your neediness, sliding his hands up your torso to grasp at your sides. You felt the hold of him on you loosening up and you squirmed again, annoyed at being restrained and so dependent on him — even though the bigger part of you was living off of it. He let go slowly, touching your shoulder softly and, as if on cue, you allowed your thighs to give in.

The first stretch was always exquisite.

It didn’t burn, but you felt the pressure sliding in, every inch up from the depths of your core to the lips of your pussy spreading to accommodate him. It took all the little focus left in you not to let out a shrieking cry of satisfaction, leaning back to rest on his upraised thighs; the only thing going through your mind just how good it felt.

He watched you, almost reverently-like, and caressed your body. His hands brushed the underside of your breasts, your back arching in response and making his breathing deepen in response. You closed your eyes with a frown, moving your hips tentatively.

“That’s it,” Hosea praised quietly, palm moving down to hold onto your waist securely. Feeling more confident about not toppling over, you rocked your hips faster, not sure if you wanted to grind your core against his cock or rotate your hips to delay the loss of him. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you?,” he asked suddenly, urging you to move faster.

You could feel the sweat trickling down your back, the neckwear around your wrists digging into the skin, the wetness of your excitement between your legs seeping to your thighs. With a broken sob, you nodded quickly, accompanying Hosea’s directions.

“That’s right,” he agreed, sugar sweet and velvety like chocolate, in a voice bordering the reverence of a repentant sinner. His hips thrusted up, throwing you off your rhythm, but you whined and followed suit, eager to impress and to be praised. “Feels good, doesn’t it?,” Hosea asked as one of the hands holding you shift to between your legs, gently thumbing at your oversensitive clit. “Could do this to you all night,” he commented idly, caressing one of your breasts and taking an excited little keen from you, arms agitating themselves as you tried to break free, “… and you’d let me, wouldn’t ya?”

“Yes!,” you half-whined, closing your eyes again at face of your burning need, far too gone to even try to maintain eye contact with Hosea. His fingers applied more pressure to your clit, rubbing gently and steadily, making you thrash on top of him, “so good, so good—“

Hosea breathed out unevenly and you could feel the falter of his rhythm when you struggled. He moaned something that could’ve been your name or a sweet praise, squeezing your waist to steady you on — or in a vain search for control, it was unclear. “My girl,” he moaned, urging you to raise your hips slightly, coaxing you to ride him. You complied immediately, the smooth drag of his cock making you whimper and want to lean forward as to allow him to thrust more wildly than you could in this position. “C’mere, c’mere,” he whispered, hands impatient to drag you down to himself.

Your head nestled securely below his chin, face tucking securely into his neck. You tried opening your teary eyes, seeing the freckled expansion of lithe chest as it rose and fell with the effort of fucking you. You felt Hosea’s hand on your neck, pressing your head more fully into his chest as the other took a firm hold of your backside.

With a choked back mewl, you struggled one last time, allowing the sensation of him drag on until you couldn’t. Hosea’s fingers tangled in your hair, your body rocking into his, following his rhythm to the best of your ability, your breathing feeling ragged and manic to your own ears and you don’t— you can’t—

“Hosea!,” you cry out and your muscles tense up, clenching tightly as you come, the sensation burning and consuming from within your core; chaotic and perfect at the same time, bordering the violent.

“Sweet girl,—“ the man chokes out a desperate and harsh sound, allowing you one moment longer of seemingly unending bliss before pulling out. “Makin’ me so proud,” he gasps breathlessly, the words jumbling at his throat and you barely had the time to open your eyes before you felt the warmth of his seed painting your backside in generous spurts.

You close your eyes for a moment, thoroughly exhausted and spent on top of the man, barely noticing it when he unties the bandana on your hands to free you — the only sign of it being the sore feeling on your arms and the slight burning sensation on the sensitive skin of your wrists. You moan, eyes closed and hands reaching for his shoulders. You had longed for touching him so long now, it felt like you hadn’t ever done it.

Hosea caressed your back with his fingertips, allowing his breathing to slow down before deciding to move and ready you both to sleep. You nuzzled further into him, kissing his neck softly over and over, making the man chuckle.

“Did so good tonight,” Hosea hummed idly, tangling his fingers in your hair, this time sweeter, “my beautiful girl.”

You nodded, feeling sluggish and sleepy. You had sweated through your sleeping shirt, the bath you had paid for earlier a waste now. “I wish we could do this always,” you confessed quietly, sounding smaller than you actually were, but still meaning every word. Luxury was a hard thing to find in this life, companionship and love included.

Hosea chuckled in agreement, pecking your forehead lovingly. He shifted under you, coaxing you to lay on your side at the soft mattress, getting up on his feet with a groan.

“Where you goooooing?,” you drawled in a complaining tone, extending your arm, “come baaack…”

He shook his head by the water basin, wringing the towel before approaching you again. “Clingy lil’ thing, ain’t ya?”

You puffed out your cheeks with a frown, trying to look annoyed. “I just want to spend time with you.”

“I know,” he nodded with a half-hearted laugh, kneeling beside you and proceeding to wipe off the stickiness on your skin, dabbing where needed and folding the towel a couple times. “How’re you feeling?”

“Tired,” you offered in a soft voice, already closing your eyes and relishing under the gentle attention, “and sore.”

Hosea hummed lowly, pulling off the thin shirt still clinging to you. “We’ll sleep in a bit, sweetheart,” his hands caressed your arms deftly, making you turn towards him and the source of affection.

You sighed tiredly, never wanting it to end. The bed dipped under the weight of his body beside yours, his hands pulling you closer until your head rested on his shoulder, your arm draped over him possessively. Sighing, you closed your eyes, already feeling the promise of sleep coaxing you into its pleasantness. The last thing you remember registering, the soft press of Hosea’s lips to your forehead.

[wotinspntarnation]

A Night By The Fireplace

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1738 cue the Fetty Wap music

Warnings: language, oral sex

Summary: You tried to deny your love for Sam Winchester, but found out he felt the same for you

A/N: Another entry for @ravenangel33 writing challenge!! This is my first Sam x Reader fic and all I imagine from Sam is his want to make you cum without penetration (hes a sweet boy ya know). Once again thank you to my lovely beta @mrs-meghan-winchester because this was a shit show at first y’all but she turned it into a masterpiece.

MAYBE TUMBLR MOBILE WILL ACTUALLY LET ME FUCKING POST THIS.

S/N: let me know if you want to be added to my forever list or the list for my Dean x Reader series (which I'll be continuing soon)

You had always been drawn to Sam but never ever would you react on it. You saw the way hunting had torn apart the Winchester’s, Ellen's, and Bobby's families. No way in hell would you put yourself through that because of a crush. A crush that you might have had for about 5 years, but nonetheless. And there was no way he was interested in you since you were 10 years younger than him. Women his age were more mature, had more money, and were all around sexier. While their daily outfits included pencil skirts with stiletto heels, you wore fitted jeans and cowboy boots.

Your evenings had generally consisted of hanging out at the roadhouse, bartending when Ellen was socializing. As you began stacking cups you heard the shifting of two stools followed by your name. You recognized that voice, it was Sam's. You sucked in a quick breath to calm yourself. You turned around, leaning over to place your elbows on the bar and to expose your chest. “Hey Sam, Dean. What can I get ya boys?”

Dean smiled, “Hey sweetheart, I'll take some whiskey.” As you turned around, you felt his eyes burning into your bottom. With a loud groan and an “Ow", you were sure that Sam had kicked Dean for eyeing you like a piece of meat. Turning back around and pouring Dean some whiskey on the rocks, you turned to Sam. Pushing strands of your Y/C/H hair behind your ear to let your eyes wander over Sam's shoulders and face.

“How about you Sammy, what can I get ya?” you purred, letting your lip set between your teeth.

What the hell were you doing?! Not even this morning did you have to pull yourself from your thoughts because you didn't want to have a nomad lifestyle. But you couldn't fucking help yourself. The way the looked, the way he smelled, and the way he spoke. You couldn't help but think about how amazing he would taste...

Sam looked over at Dean, your eyes following. He had already downed his whiskey and was now chatting it up with some girl who looked to be barely 21.

You began to giggle watching the interaction, and Sam couldn't help but admire you. Admire the way you looked when you smiled and your adorable laugh. Fuck, and the way you smelled made him so hard. A perfect mix between flowers and whiskey.

Feeling Sam's hand against your arm snapped you back to reality. He chuckled to himself, “I'd love some of you. Something I should've got the first time I met you.”

Your heart began to flutter. No way this was actually happening. Sam Winchester has wanted you for as long as you've wanted him?!

You had no idea what had gotten into you, but you leaned in. Letting your lips ghost over his, you whispered just loud enough for him to hear, “Then take me Sammy.. I'm all yours.”

You heard his breath catch and his gentle touch on your arm became a firm grip. “You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you say that.” he groaned just before pressing his lips against yours.

He stood up and began towards the door, turning around and making eye contact just before leaving the doorway. Throwing the towel onto the counter you popped your head into the back room, “Hey Elle, I'm gonna take a break for the night!” she turned around and met you with a smile, “Sounds good sweetheart.”

Immediately after emerging from the door, you were pulled to the side and instantly had a warm set of lips against yours, Sam’s tongue begging to have entrance to your mouth. Sam pulled away, your face between his hands “Fuck Y/N you're perfect.” and his lips crashed into yours again, tongue sliding against yours as soon as you granted his request.

“Gonna make you feel so good tonight baby. Make you all mine.”

Your breathing was labored at the thought of Samuel Winchester touching you in all the right places.

“Let's go, I cant wait any longer.”

On the way there you couldn't help but wonder what had gotten into him. He and Dean had to have just gotten into town so he wouldn't have had any alcohol. Unless, was he just using you as a stress reliever? It was like he could read your mind because his hand found yours, squeezing it. “You know, I've had a crush on you for so long but I never thought you'd go for me." your eyes widened as they met his, “What do you mean?! You are easily the most attractive man I've ever seen.” he chuckled “I'm old baby.” your eyes met your feet “Yeah...I like it" you whispered under your breath, assuming he didn't hear you as he had no response.

Locking your front door behind you, you led Sam through the house to the living room. Lighting up the fireplace you brought out blankets and pillows to make a pallet. Within seconds Sam had his hands all over you, making figure eight shapes. He sat on the arm of the couch, pulling you between his legs and latching his lips to your throat. In between each breath he praised you, telling you how beautiful you were and how long he's waited for this. You pulled off his shirt, and he pulled off yours. Both of you doing an equal exchange of removing clothes until there was nothing on your bodies.

He moved to your makeshift bed and laid back, stroking his hard on and beckoning you with a finger, “Come take a seat on my face pretty girl. Let me show you what you've been missing.”

That stupid knot in your stomach grew along with the company of butterflies. The things that this man did to you were so confusing but without a second thought, you were crawling up his body. You had barely gotten your thighs at either side of his head before his hands were pulling your wet core down to his mouth. “Been wanting to taste you for so long baby. Wanna show you how bad I've needed you the past 5 years.”

“S-Sam...fuck yes" you choked out.

Sure you've had other guys go down on you and make you orgasm, but that was with your help. No one had ever given you such a euphoric feeling as Sam was right now. He sucked on your clit, gentle enough to not hurt you but hard enough to make it more sensitive every time. He darted his tongue in and out of your entrance with the occasional lick up and down your throbbing lips. You leaned back, just enough to get a firm hold on his cock and began pumping. For fucks sake, this man was huge. You wished you could turn to look at it but as soon as your hand made contact with his shaft, the grip on your thighs tightened and he let out and delicious groan. “Fuck baby, your hand feels so good, can’t wait to feel your pussy.”

By then you were a moaning mess. Sam keeping his rhythm of sucking, darting his tongue in and out, and licking were bringing you to the absolute edge but he kept stopping for a few moments every single time. “Want my baby to come when I do.” he breathed as he swatted your hand away from his cock, guiding it to his hair. You pulled your hands away, turning so you could lean down his body and take him into your mouth. “Mmmm. What a good girl. Sucking my dick while I eat her pussy.” he smirked as he smacked your ass. “Sam.. your mouth feels so fucking good on my pussy.” you moaned. Taking his shaft into your hands once more you circled his head with your tongue, then pushed it past your lips and began bobbing your head.

“Fuuuuuck baby girl," Sam groaned as he grabbed a fistful of your Y/C/H hair into his hand and pushed your head farther down, forcing his swollen tip to hit the back of your throat with every bob.

With his free hand he wet two fingers with his mouth and began flicking back and forth against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Thrusting his tongue in and out of your cunt.

He let out a guttural moan and you began to feel him twitch, unsure of whether or not you could take any more of him in your mouth, and again it was like Sam read your mind. He thrusted farther down your throat and just as you began to gag, he spilled into you. He tasted just as amazing as you had imagined; a perfect mix between sweet and salty. Feeling him moan your name against your pussy while hearing it sent you jumping off a cliff to chase your orgasm. As the waves began to take over, Sam firmly grabbed your hips and transitioned to focusing on your clit. Kissing and flicking his tongue over it as he helped you ride out your climax.

You tumbled off of him, finally taking note of how dim the fire had gotten and sighing while simultaneously trying to catch your breath. Sam propped himself on his left elbow, dragging his calloused fingers against your back and with a gravelly tone to his voice he said to you, “Don't worry babygirl, we’ll have plenty of nights we can spend right here.”

You sat up, grabbing a blanket to cover yourself. You turned your head and focused your attention on the small embers still glowing, “Hey Sam...?”

“Yeah Y/N?”

“I love you...”

There was silence. Both of you stopped breathing and all you could hear was the crackle of the dying fire. With tears swelling in your eyes from what you feared most, Sam pulled you from the thoughts.

As a large hand touched your cheek, he pulled your head to look at him.

Confusion struck when you saw tears streaming down his face as he began to speak, “I have waited so long for this moment. Waited so long to hear you tell me you loved me and to be able to say it back. Baby, I love you too..”

Your big, burly lumberjack was such a softy and you wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of your life with him.

Forever tags:

@ravenangel33 @mrs-meghan-winchester @shellydemon

[lifeofbouyd]

Soldier Freak

Dear Bouyd,

I hope all is well with you and thanks for giving me a chance to tell my story. I do hope you and your readers will enjoy.

Back in college, I was one of the most wanted girls. Thanks to my small waist, big ass and a pretty face who made it possible. Men and women perused me daily trying to get between my legs but I was more focused on getting an education than getting fucked or sucked by random people. I had my game all planned out until my father decided to he wasn’t gonna pay my tuition anymore. Where the hell did he expect me to get money from to pay by myself? He could have at least said he’d pay half. For one, I didn’t have a job because there was no need for a job and secondly, I didn’t have a man spending crazy money on me because that was my dad's job. Against all odds, no experience nor a known skill I started searching the classifieds for a job. Anything was better than nothing. Eventually, I found my calling, just when I was about to give up.

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Call me greedy if you wish but I was not going to be a drop out. I drafted my resume and sent it off. Crossing my fingers and praying. It took only three days for me to get a response and to my surprise they wanted me to come in for an interview. I put on my “Sunday best” and headed for their office not too far away. They loved my jovial spirit and the fact that I really needed the job. Instead of placing me in the packing room for which I applied , they placed me in sales and inventory. That was 115k a month. Just like that I had made a way to survive. I was making enough to cover all my expenses and didn’t have to kiss my dad’s ass for a thing. On my way home I got a ride with a soldier dude, nigga claimed I was in a bad area and even the taxi men are rapist and thieves. I didn’t even think for a second before jumping in his military van. He was somewhat of a gentle man or at least he tried to be. He got us food and drinks before dropping me off and he didn’t even ask for my number which weird. I hadn’t seen him until about two weeks later. He picked me up from the same spot. He introduced me to his buds as his girlfriend and I played along because I wanted the free drive. He dropped them off then got us something to eat and took me back to my place.

Vybz: You wanna go out tonight? My friends and I will be hitting Taboo later on. You up for it?

Well, it was a Saturday night; no work nor school the next morn, of course I said yes. I got all dressed up and spent approximately an hour fixing my face. “Pretty on fleek” was my motto. His eyes stripped me naked the moment he picked me up. I could feel his eyes between my legs and in my bra. The feeling of him staring me down made me tingly. I reclined my seat and raised the sun roof, staring into the galaxy while sexual thoughts ran through my mind. I hadn’t had sex in a long time and I felt like I’d let him take me down if he made me have a good time. Henny, Red Bull, Campari and orange juice; an unorthodox lineup but that shit “lik mi chip”. I was super charged. I kept whining on him from front and back causing his shaft to stretch across his pants. The moment I realized how hard he was I turned around to give him a lap dance. I was showered with $100 bills. Call me greedy but I scraped it all up and tucked it in my purse. That was $7000 towards my expenses 😂. We left the party around 3 am and headed home. He touched my leg and I got soaking wet. “Mi oil did a ride mi”. I opened the sun roof trying to cool down but my body wanted something thick and milky. I reached over and pulled his zipper down to take his dick out and to my surprise it was already rock hard. I gently stroked it with my right hand while rubbing my clit with the left. Both my skirt and his seat were soaked with cum. I started climbing him while he was driving, causing him to pull to the curb. I shifted my soaked underwear to the side and sat on his pipe. Bracing against the steering with one hand on the chicken bar I started to ride his dick. He had one hand and my shoulder and the other holding my waist. In synchrony we made love. It was a shaking, squeezing, moaning, squirting kinda sex. I hadn’t felt so good in a very long time. He had me lay on my back with my legs almost touching the ceiling; deeper and sweeter he planted it inside me. Tears ran down my cheeks. He pushed me all the way to the back seat with my legs still raised. He started kissing on my already paralyzed from sex legs causing my heart to skip several beats while I gasped for breath. He slowly dragged his tongue all the way to my thong before rubbing his tongue all over it. Nigga’s tongue was at least seven inches long. He ran it up and down my clit then sticked it in and swirled it around inside me. I had to hold my mouth and close my eyes not to scream. I grabbed his head, I grabbed the seat, I slapped my pussy and did that on repeat. I vibrated like an alarming clock while I sprayed his face with hot cum. Vybz was no regular freak. He had a PHD in eating. He made me regret not fucking him the first day I saw him. I was so defenseless when he asked me to ride his dick; all I could do was ask him to take me home. I fell asleep long before he even drove off.

I woke up in a strange room. A big bed with expensive sheets. Curtains that matched nothing and a tv that seemed too big to be on the wall. I smelled something delicious coming through the door but I couldn’t help but look around as if I was lost. A big portrait hang on the wall. They had painted him as a god with a sniper rifle in his hand. That’s when I realized where I was, he had taken me to his house instead. He came through the door with a breakfast tray in his hand which was different from anything I’d ever experienced. It was a really nice gesture but I could help but noticing how sexy he was. Big arms, a muscle packed tummy, hard chest and muscle built thighs. He was smoking hot and he cooks. I had fallen in love with this man I had only planned to fuck once. I took a long warm shower trying to beat the feeling out my head but it only made me hornier. I came out with nothing but my towel on. He grabbed it off and kissed my waist. He squeezed my nipples and grabbed my ass while he ran his snake of a tongue over my legs, waist and belly bottom. I was dripping wet and shaking as if I was cold. He grabbed me by the legs and held me on his shoulders, giving him full access to my juices. His tongue created chaos. I came on his face at least five times before he held me on his manly hood. Him beat it , eat it, beat it then eat it again. I was weak to my knees. I just kept cumin. For months we had sex and it was awesome.

Good dick but great tongue. I tried avoiding him so many times but that tongue kept me coming back. He’d come by my work place to pick up to pick up supplies for the camp and on most occasions we had sex in my office. My boss decided we would have a Christmas party and we could invite our partners. He was the closest thing I had to a boyfriend and the only nigga I had sex with since the year started. I thought he’d never show up but eventually he did. He kept squeezing my ass and scratching my legs which made me super horny. I had him meet me in my office where he devoured me on the table before fucking me hard from behind. Just as he came on my ass my boss walked in. There was no covering it up.

Boss: Vybz, is this how you treat your wife? Fucking my employee at my party. Have you forgotten your wife is my sister? Venice, your fired. I gave you a job, a way to survive and this is how you repay me?

We just sat there. We couldn’t even answer her questions. He said he had a girl but he never mentioned marriage. I lost my job simply because I couldn’t keep my legs closed. On the other hand, he couldn’t keep his tongue in his mouth. He pellets a wipes from a pack I had on the desk and wiped his oats thick cum off. He slapped my ass and grabbed me by the throat. Bracing against my ass he said, “no matter what happens, I got you”. That was all the reassurance I needed. I pushed him back on the table and jumped him. With my hands on his shoulders and feet on the table, I danced on his dick like a crazy woman. I had already lost my job so why hold back. I packed my stuff as soon as we were through and he took me home where we continued where we left off. I had already paid for my last semester so I had nothing to worry about at that point. I even tricked him into paying my tuition which was already paid so I had a lot of cash sitting on. We dated for two years before breaking up and since then I ain’t ever had anyone do me like he did. I even had to hit him up a few times lately for a fix.

Good dick and great tongue. Never to be replaced. I just Regret is breaking up but I wouldn’t change a thing if I got the chance. Shoutout, Soldier Freak. You are greatly missed.

Yours truly,

Kim

[peachiejihoonie]

kang daniel - fuckboi!au

after get ugly, how can you not imagine this

tbh he’s more like a close friend of yours that you tolerate  

super super flirty you know he has multiple people on him but he calls you his “favorite”

“i could eat here all day with you” grins at you then back at his food 

someone could make a stupid dick joke and he’s smirking one of those “you know you want this” smirk

and it’s directed to you and only you 

if you were to lay your legs across his lap, he’d pull them up since they were “slipping” but he leaves his hand on your thighs ??????

is the type to check out girls when you hang out like i can see the both of you at a table and you guys are like chillin n drinkin some boba and someone would walk past him and he’s drinking his drink and his eye brows are raised, eyes never leaving the girl

or he does the nudge and nod thing while grinning 

waits for you after school cause he’s your ride 

and the daily is him leaning against car, swinging his keys on his fingers and checking his phone 

“why can’t u just wait in the car????” 

“cause i know u enjoy the view baby girl” fingers under ur chin as he does a signature squish smile to tease u and walks around the car to get in 

starts the engine and looks hot as he runs his fingers through your hair 

“where to?” 

hAND ON THE BACK OF YOUR CHAIR, ARM IN UR VIEW AS HE’S BA CKI N  UP, ONE HAND T URN I N TH E WH E E L  !!! 

you think its over 

but then he puts his hand on your thigh 

👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌

imagine late night dinners with him

like yall have a tuesday night rituals of just eating at a diner 

with really shitty chili cheese fries and burgers 

oddly enough, you both like the strawberry milkshake with an extra scoop of vanilla ice cream

he loves surprises

and never fails to mention it constantly 

sitting in a car till 2 in the morning

having casual conversations about his hook ups 

“yea, she was alright but i mean i’ve had better” he shrugged 

and you roll your eyes every time 

“kang daniel, no one is ever good enough for you” 

“well yea cause the best has never bothered to hook up with me” he smirks over at you

will N E V E R stop trying honestly boy is persistent 

but the worst part is, he’s not annoying

he’s sO slick about it, like he’s so sMOOTh

like he’s not thirsty and beggin for entrance inside ur pants

he’s just playing with th e loops on the waistband 

figuratively and physically

arms around your waist as you guys walk down the street

blames it on the fact that you’re too slow not cause he’s thirsty or anything

omg imagine going to a party with you 

is lw protective?? but not really ?? 

you wore something tight and slightly revealing and he groans 

“did you really have to go full hoe tonight ????” 

when u get a little too drunk, he’s making consistent check ups

he doesn’t need any sleazy asshole tryin to pick you up

but at the same time, he’s quite distracted by the girl he’s making out with

then he hears ur giggle just pass him like a wind

he detaches his lips from whoever that is and sees that some random boy has his body slung over yours

seems like he’s leading you upstairs 

oooOOOH HEEEELLL N O O 

and he’s dashing over to you 

he yanks the guy off you 

“are you trying to take advantage of her?” he asks, voice deep and glare deadly

“nnOOooO daniel, he’s m y freind!!!” u slurred and giggled 

“you heard them, we’re chill” and he nods over to you with a smirk 

“what’s his name then?” he’d ask you, eyes rolling 

“i dunno !!!” u laughed

and that’s enough for him to punch the guy right in the nose 

which leads to lots of attention 

“heeEEeeeyYY !! nOT ok Ay!!!!” u messily tried to push him off

instead, daniel just pulls you behind him 

the guy is getting up, ears red of anger and he tries to throw punch at daniel 

but daniel just kicks him down might i say lookin pretty hot too like dayum 

“don’t even bother you idiot” he hovered over the dude before he leads you over him and out of the party 

of course he’s sobered up so he drives you home 

but goddamn can you not shut the fuck up ??? 

“daniel, that w AS soOoOO hOT” u groaned and leaned against the seat 

“mhm thats nice babe” 

“nO serioUsLY suP Er hOT”

and he’s having the time of his life just listening to u be dumb

when he gets you home, he tucks your whiney ass in and leaves a cup of water and some painkillers on your nightstand

and he’s satisfied with just you mumbling a thank you as he leaves to sleep on your couch

you wake him and he’s just teasing you all morning

honestly, you guys are pretty close 

like who else does he tell his hook up stories to besides seungwoo?? no one 

he trusts you a lot but of course he’d never say that

and you know he cares for you a lot so you put a lot of trust in him too

every time anything gets boarderline cheesy or “friendship is magic!”-y, he’ll throw a pick up line at you 

“you know dan, you really aint that bad” 

“well anything for u baby girl” and he winks 

but you’re both fully aware you two would never date

it was just weird ????? like dan and u r just friends honestly 

even if you do respond to sex jokes like once or twice 

you guys just have this weird bond ?? 

though he seems real chill nd cooOoooOoOOOoooL, he’s a real cutie/sweetie 

you’d never forget when you saw him fanboy about his cats 

“well, i love all different types of pussys” and cue wink 

overall, gr8 friendship 

but he’s horny 24/7 

there is a slight chance that you guys might hook up once just cause he’s desperate aF 

i see him pinning you down on the bed and he’s like 

“don’t you just love surprises?” he’d grin down at you 

but definitely prefers you straddling him

leaves way too many hickeys honestly he needs to chill

makes u wear his shirt “just this one time please oh please” 

boner pt2

always LOL’s about it to you 

“remember when we made ou-”

“yes daniel i know, i was there” 

ya’ll have such a weird bond but i mean its one thicc bond 

haha i know this is scenario was hecka random but i was just getting pretty bored with the demigod au. that doesn’t mean i’m gonna stop writing them LOL don’t worry. i just needed some variety. hope that it doesn’t upset anyone !!! thanks 4 reading again ya’lls 

also, probably not gonna make this into a series because there’s already a decent amount of fuckboi aus of wannaone and this was just a random thingy in my head

also had a royals au planned out but someone else is doing that so i can’t do that either lmao

and also @parkjmini 👀👀👀👀👀

[mf-despair-queen]

On Your Left - Thomas

Author: @mf-despair-queen​

Characters: Thomas/Reader

Word Count: 4754

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Kinky Thomas, Orgasm Denial, Oral (both receiving), Choking, Captain America quotes hidden throughout 

Notes: This is what happens when I ask the girls what they want me to write next. They say “Write Thomas! Make it kinky!” 

Minho was officially your mortal enemy.

It was no question that you were not the best runner in the glade. In fact, you were the worst. No athletic ability what-so-ever. Yet, here you are, running laps around the entire glade with everyone else.

Why were you doing this?

Minho apparently awoke early one morning, screaming about some nightmare he had about the grievers attacking everyone. He was so panicked that he had “seen the future,” he convinced Alby that everyone needed to do daily runs and training to be ready for an emergency.

So, for the third day in a row, you were stuck running laps around the glade, watching as everyone passed you.

Multiple times.

What irked you the most was every time Thomas passed you. Of course, he was already a million laps ahead of everyone it seemed. They didn’t agree to make him a runner for nothing. But every time he passed you, you would hear the same phrase.

“On your left.”

The first couple of times he did it, you thought it was cute, funny even. You always saw the cute smirk that graced his lips in passing, the morning sun reflecting off his shirtless figure. His whiskey eyes glowed mischievously, as if knowing he was pressing your buttons every time.

Honestly, you couldn’t take your eyes off the boy. Having a crush on him didn’t help any.  This handsome distraction caused many…downfalls on your part. Tripping over nothing, running into trees. You accidentally fell into the pig pens at one point, face first into a pile of shit. Literally.

Today, you weren’t putting up with his shenanigans. He had done this for three days; it was time to show him who was boss. Your eyes followed him as he lapped everyone, heading straight towards where you were panting heavily. You watch the smirk befall his lips, like always. But this time, you were ready for him. He was nearly by your side, his mouth opening to say your three least favorite words, when you stuck your foot out, tripping the runner.

Thomas tumbled to the ground, coming to a rest a few feet from you. The entire glade watched Thomas eat shit, bursting out into a sea of laughter. Thomas slowly got to his knees, touching his forehead. His fingers were covered in dirt and blood, his face contorting in anger. He glanced at you, seeing your smirk as you ran around his left side, heading towards the kitchen for breakfast.

“On your left, Thomas.”

You missed the look of anger he sent your backside, spitting some of the dirt that lingered in his mouth to the ground. He slowly got up, limping towards the homestead to get checked out from his fall.

“You’ll pay for this, princess.”

You were glad you didn’t have to see Thomas all afternoon. Jeff and Clint told you about how Thomas ranted the entire time they were cleaning his wound about what you had done.

You weren’t going to lie. Part of you was elated that he was so ticked off about the entire ordeal. He had deserved it for being a prick about everything.

A knot grew in your stomach, however, as sunset approached. The runners were returning from their day, heading to the map room to log their routes. You hid behind the corner of the Homestead, watching Thomas head there himself, a scowl evident on his face. You could see a bandage wrapped around his forehead from the fall.

“What are you doing, squirt?” The voice behind you caught you by surprise, a squeak escaping your lips as you fell to the ground in shock. Minho stood over you, laughing his puny ass off. “That was funny.”

“Oh look. It’s my least favorite person in the universe. The biggest shuckface ever! What do you want, Mean Hoe?” You stood up, brushing off the shirt you wore. Minho gave a disapproving look at the name, trapping you in a headlock.

“So why are you spying on my runners as they are returning?” You let out a little whistle, signaling that you weren’t saying anything. “Fine. Be a slinthead. See if I care to tell you what Thomas was telling me at lunch today.”

You spun in arms, grabbing him by the shirt to shake him vigorously. “What did that shank say? Tell me, you Mean Hoe!”

Minho grabbed your arms, steadying himself as you stopped shaking him. “God, I hate you sometimes. I dunno if I want to tell you now. You’re not very nice.” The look on your face was merciless, Minho laughing in fear and scratching the back of his head. “Well, if you put it that way though! He was just ranting about how he was angry that you embarrassed him as bad as you did this morning. He also may have mentioned that he was going to get back at you, so you may want to watch your lil ass.”

You sighed, shaking slightly at the thought of what Thomas could be planning. “Thanks for the heads up. I’m still not forgiving you for the morning runs. And my ass is not little, Mean Hoe!” You ran off to the kitchen right as Frypan was alerting the glade that dinner was ready, missing Minho’s angry mumbles.

Your eyes found Thomas’ as he was leaving the map room. Even from afar, you could see him glaring daggers at you, making you swallow. Your throat was tight and dry, fear coursing through your body.

Maybe you were starting to regret what happened this morning.

You slipped into the shower after dinner, making sure none of the guys were around. It was always a hassle when you tried to shower at night because they always tried to sneak a peek.

You slipped off your muddy shorts and tank, turning the water on. Your fingers grazed the water, a chill running up your shine as the cold water ran over your skin. Oh, how you wished for a warm shower.

Your bra and panties ended up in the pile, your figure stepping under the makeshift showerhead completely. Goosebumps covered your body, but you were glad to be getting clean after how today had been.

You opened your eyes slowly, wiping water away from your face, to come face to face with Thomas. His hand shot over your mouth before you had a chance to scream. He backed you into the wall, the water raining down over him and soaking his hair and clothes.

You couldn’t stop your eyes roaming over his wet form briefly. His shirt now stuck to his skin, letting you make out every perfect curve of his muscles. His hair was flat against his forehead, the water dripping off his chin. His tongue would slip from his lips, wetting his already moist lips more than needed. His pants clung to his legs, a small tent forming in his crotch. His entire being

His lips neared your ear, his hot breath fanning against your skin. “You thought you were funny this morning, princess? You’ve been kind of naughty, so I think we need to punish you.”

You let out a whimper, his hand muffling the sound entirely. His lips trailed down the side of your face, biting at your neck. The feeling of his teeth nipping at your flesh sent you spiraling, a knot already forming in your stomach. Liquid dripped down the inside of your leg, and you weren’t sure if it was water anymore.

His free hand found your breast, tugging the hardened nipple between his fingers. Your legs trembled at the feeling, His hand grabbing your breast tightly. “You like that don’t you, princess? You like when I play with your tits like this?”

Your head nodded quickly, feeling his tongue lap over your left breast. “I think this is my favorite one. It’s the one I always see the side of while we are running every morning. Your top is always loose enough to give me the perfect side boob shot whenever I run by.” He took the nipple completely in his mouth, biting at the nipple. Your scream was muffled, the heat building between your thighs. Your legs rubbed together, trying to relieve the pressure as he continued his assault on your left breast.

His free hand traced small circles on your stomach, leading its way toward your pussy. Shoving his hand between your legs, two fingers slipped in between your folds, pumping leisurely to prolong your suffering. Thomas could feel your walls clenching desperately at his fingers, trying to feel the contact his hand wasn’t providing.

He panted against your breast, licking around the nipple before he spoke. “Fuck, princess. Who knew I turned you on so much. You’re completely soaked in here. I can’t wait to taste your sweet pussy. Because your sweet pussy belongs to me now.”

You mumbled incoherently against his hand, your nails digging into the wall behind you. He glanced up at you, licking his lips. “If I remove my hand, you have to promise not to scream. Deal?” The eager nod was all he needed for his hand to come off your mouth, a filthy moan passing your lips once free.

“Thomas, please. I need you to do something. I can’t stand this feeling.” His head dipped forward, biting your shoulder as his fingers picked up their pace. Your head fell back, your mind reeling at the way his fingers pumped you relentlessly. He could feel your wall aching for more.

He pulled his fingers from you, holding them up to your lips. “As part of your punishment, princess. Taste yourself.” You didn’t seem to hesitate, your mouth wrapping around his fingers, letting your tongue swirl around his digits. You heard a faint groan pass his lips. “Fuck me. That was hot.”

Removing his digits from your mouth, he dropped to his knees, placing long licks along the entire length of your folds. You let out a loud moan, causing Thomas to look up at you. “Princess. You need to keep quiet for daddy. Otherwise, someone will find us.” He placed one more kiss to your folds, before showing his tongue deep into your pussy.

Your hands threaded through his wet, chocolate locks, tugging at the roots every time you felt his tongue press further into you.   You couldn’t keep you moans under control. The more he ate you out, the louder your moans became. He squeezed your thighs, sliding his tongue to your clit, tracing his name along your sensitive nub.

“Oh shit Thomas.” Your voice was just a gasp, barely able to catch your breath. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, the knot in your stomach clenching sporadically.

He smirked up at you, blowing on your clit. “What do you have to say for yourself about earlier today?”

Your nails dug into his shoulders, feeling the featherlight kisses he places along your thighs. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. Now please Thomas.”

You felt his mouth twitch against your skin before he stood up and backed away from you. You mouth fell open as you watched him grab a towel, rubbing it over his hair and face. “Good to know. See you around, princess.”

You didn’t have time to retort as he dashed out the door. You were left there, body trembled, mouth agape, water trickling down your body from the shower that was left running. This was his way of getting even at you?

Your head leaned too far back, slamming into the wall with a loud thump. “This is so not fair.”

“Y/N?” Your eyes shot to the person staring dumbfounded at you. Minho’s eyes traced your body, stopping at your chest and crotch. You quickly grabbed a bar of soap, chucking it at his head.

“GET OUT, MEAN HOE!”

He tormented you for days after that. Not only had he left you hot and bothered, he would give you these looks every time he caught you looking his way.

He still taunted you every morning, running on your left every time he passed you. He noticed how you would tug your shirt closer to you every time he ran passed, covered the side boob he craved to see. His taunts didn’t stop there, however. He would purposefully sit next to you during meals, his hand finding its way to your thigh or tracing random shapes on your skin with his fingers. He would walk around the glade shirtless, complaining about how hot it was.

Every time he was near you, your core ached, longing to feel him there again. You were itching for him to finish what he started. You had started masturbating just to get him off your mind, but it only seemed to fuel this longing you had towards the shuckface that caused you to feel this way.

You stared at him as he helped Newt with some of the gardening. It was, of course, his day off and he decided he was bored and wanted to help Newt out.

Shirtless. Like he always was lately. Just to drive you insane.

Your legs rubbed together as you bent over to collect the herbs for Jeff and Clint. You could feel your shorts riding up your ass each time, increasing the amount of fidgeting you were doing. You were already horny, the last thing you needed was the constant pressure on your pussy.

Thomas was watching from the corner of his eye, licking his lips every time he saw the curvature of your ass from the bottom of your shorts. He had to adjust himself a couple times, trying not to show the evident indenture of his giant dick in his pants. Eventually, he heard you huff in anger, watching Newt stop what he doing to look over at you.

“You ok over there?” Newt asked, watching you stomp your feet like a child.

“I am so done with today! It’s hot. I’m uncomfortable. I am going back to my hut and curling up in my bed!” Thomas knew you were hot and bothered, a sly smirk evident on his face. Newt watched you throw your tantrum, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You still have work today. What am I supposed to tell Alby when he finds out you are skipping out?”

You gave a cheeky smile, turning on your heel to head to your hut, calling over your shoulder, “Tell Alby “When you gotta go, you gotta go.” He’ll know what I mean.”

Thomas cocked his head at Newt, hearing the boy sigh. “And that means…?”

“Time of the month.”

Thomas stared after your, distracted by your form as you disappeared into your hut. “Hm…”

Your back slid against the door once it was closed, clenching your eyes shut. You had already started huffing, panting to get air. Your body was aching more than usual, and it was bothering you. Stumbling towards your bed, you shimmied from your shorts, kicking them into a pile in the corner with your panties following suit.

Your body fell on the creaky bed, letting your fingers travel down your stomach to your core. The tips grazed your clit multiple times, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth to stifle your moans. You didn’t want to be caught like this while skipping work for the day.

Your thoughts roamed back to Thomas, remembering how it felt when he ran his skilled tongue over your breasts and into your pussy. You recalled how he looked while he was working today, the sun glistening on his toned upper body, his biceps flexing whenever he moved objects.

Your fingers slipped into your pussy, thinking about his veiny hands and what dirty things they could do to you. You imagined it was his fingers pumping you, letting your fingers jerk you rapidly. You couldn’t suppress a few of the moans that filled the air, feeling the wet juices coating your fingers.

“Holy shit, princess.”

You froze at the sound of your door shutting, Thomas standing in the room. His orbs were locked on you, dark with lust. He had finally put on a shirt, the fabric sticking to his sweaty body perfectly. You grabbed a pillow and chucked it at his head. “Get out, Thomas!” He caught the pillow easily, dropping it on the ground as he took quick strides towards you.

His body rolled against yours, his hips pressing into yours. You could feel his cock pressing against your core through his pants, a small gasp escaping your lips. You watched his tongue pass over his lips before he connected his mouth to yours.

You were shocked, returning the rough kiss he was giving you after a moment of hesitation. Your arms wound around his neck, pulling his body down onto yours. The kiss was sloppy and rushed, your teeth clashing against his. Your hands were tangled in his hair, tugging at it constantly.

He broke the kiss, a trail of saliva connecting the two of you together. “Did I make you nice and horny, princess? So horny that you had to sneak off just to finger yourself?” You tried to rub your legs together, but Thomas was in the way. You bucked your hips against him, desperately trying to get some friction. “Did you imagine that it was my hand down there?”

“Jesus Christ, Tommy. If you are going to fuck me, just do it already! Because if you aren’t, kindly leave so I can get myself off at the thought of your sexy body.” A blush tinted your cheeks at what you said, but it was all true. You were tried of him toying with you and right now, you just wanted an orgasm.

“Oh? Is that what you think about me? Give me one good reason I should fuck you silly right now? Why, pray tell, should I give you the most heavenly orgasm you’ve ever had?” His tone was sexy and dark, the words rolling off his tongue like silk. You felt the waterfall of liquid that was pooling between your legs, soaking into his pants as he pressed his hips into yours.

“You want my reasoning?” You gasped, bucking your hips into his and throwing your head back. “All you’ve done lately is tease me. After the night in the shower, I can’t think of anything but you. You’re a complete asshole, but I just want you inside me all the time. I’ve liked you for so long, and this is the one chance I have to act on it. So please, Tommy. Please.”

Thomas let out a groan, pushing his lips to yours once more. His hand tugged your shirt up to rest above your breasts, slipping it under the bra you were wearing immediately after. He fondled your breast, pinching at your nipple whenever he got the chance. Your moans were drowned by his lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth when he got the chance.

His started to trail kisses down your jaw, your head angling in a way to allow him more access to your throat. He sucked harshly along the expanse of skin, leaving multiple marks in his wake. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pocket knife, flicking it open long enough to cut the shirt and bra you wore. His eyes lingered on your chest as he watched your breasts fall free, the nipples hard as soon as they encountered the air.

“You have the best tits, princess,” He mumbled, biting his tongue to silence the noises he wished to release. You let your fingers roll over your breasts, crying out his name in pleasure. “Oh yeah baby. Just like that”

He left you to play with your tits, trailing his tongue down to your folds. He let out small puffs of air against your cunt, catching sight of your grip tightening on your tits. You let out small mewls as he swiped his tongue along the folds, settling it finally into your cunt. You let out a scream, your body trembling at the feeling.

He pulled away to give you a look. “Princess, we went over this already. You have to keep quiet, or someone will find us. I can’t enjoy your sweet pussy if you alert everyone to our actions.”

You let out a small smirk, propping yourself on your elbows to look down at him. “Sweet pussy? So, you like cats?” He gave an unamused look, flipping you onto your stomach, pulling your ass into the air.

The palm of his hand rested on your ass, caressing the skin underneath it. “Maybe I should punish you. You are nothing but a naughty girl, princess. Now, I want you to count out loud for daddy. Don’t miss a beat.”

His hand slapped across your ass, the echo from the contact of skin rung in your ears. “One.”

Another slap, causing a gasp from your lips. “T-two.”

Three consecutive slaps, each harder than the last. You ass was stinging, tears prickling your eyes. “Three. Four. Five.”

You felt his finger brush along your folds, a shiver running up your spine before another slap was heard. “S-six.”

The finger slipped inside your pussy, curling into your g-spot and rubbing at it repeatedly. You moaned into the bed, staggering when he slapped again. “S-Seven.

His fingers picked up speed, feeling your body beginning to spasm under him. Three slaps, and your body couldn’t handle it any longer. You barely could get out the “Eight. Nine. Ten” as you came all over his fingers, feeling yourself flow down your thighs.

“Damn princess. You came pretty hard. You think you can keep going?”

Your body shook, holding yourself up carefully. “I can do this all day. Keep it coming, daddy.”

Thomas muttered a few curses as he jumped off the bed, pulling his shirt over his head. You swear you felt a small dribble of drool as you stared at his six pack abs, eyes scanning over the bits of hair on his chest and the down his stomach into his pants. Sitting on the edge of the bed, your shaky hands reached for his jeans, tugging him closer by the belt loops.

You fumbled with the button on his jeans, kissing along his happy trail, “Let me please you, daddy. I can show you I’m a good girl sometimes.”

Thomas moaned, running his hand through your hair and you tugged at his pants and boxers, helping get them off his ankles and across the room. You watched his giant cock slap his stomach once free, bits of precum leaking from the tip. Your tongue ran over it, gathering the salty liquid in your mouth. His hips jerked towards you, shoving himself in your mouth a little bit at a time. Tracing your tongue along the underside of his cock, you could feel the veins pulsing at your motions. Your moans vibrated his cock, making him twitch occasionally. You pumped what couldn’t fit in your mouth, your sucking increasing.

He pulled from you before you could finish him, motioning for you to turn around. “I want to be inside you. Ass up, princess.”

You did as he told you, rubbing your ass against his cock. His feet were planted firmly to the floor, rubbing his dick against your folds a few times before slipping inside you. Your eyes shut tightly, sharply inhaling at the feeling. Thomas wasted no time, snapping his hips into yours, rocking his body against yours at godlike speeds. Every thrust was like heaven, your walls tightening around him more each time. His tip hit all your sensitive spots.

Thomas’ hand ran up your spine, feeling the goosebumps that he caused all over your body. He listened to the mewls you let out with ever jerk of the hips, clamming into you faster and harder than before. “Come on baby. You can be loud now. I want to hear you scream my name. Tell the entire glade who is pleasing you.”

He got to your hair, giving it a swift tug as you let out a small scream, not loud enough to please him. He stilled inside you, listening to your protests. “I said I wanted it loud, princess. I want the glade to know only I can fuck you.”

He pulled from you long enough to flip you on your back, not pausing for a second as he slammed back into you. His movements were unwavering, plunging his cock into you without reserve. He leaned forward, one hand on the bed to hold him up while the other wrapped around your neck. He placed light squeezes to your throat, feeling you swallow as he action turned you on more. He felt his cock slip easier inside you as you became more wet than before.

Your toes curled, wrapping around his waist. Your heels dug into his back, helping shove him as far into your pussy as he could. Your breathing became hard, his hand around your throat constricting your airflow enough to make you see black spots. The knot in your stomach tightened before you felt it explode in one shot. Your back arched as the waves of pleasure rolled through your body. Your eyes rolled back into your head, a loud scream of Thomas’ name erupting from your throat. Your walls clenched around his cock, making it harder for him to move.

You could feel his dick twitching against your walls as you came down from your high, mind blank from the orgasm you experienced. His hand pulled from your throat, helping to support himself as his thrusts became sloppier. You could barely make out the “fucks” he kept mumbling, mixed with you name. Your mouth was too dry to respond.

He pulled from you, fisting his cock till long strands of cum spewed across your stomach and breasts. His arms were shaking, trying to hold himself up as the last bits of his seed dripping from his tip, landing on your folds.

Grabbing the closest thing he could – his shirt – he cleaned the cum that covered your body, placing a swift kiss to your lips when he finished.

“Tommy,” you breathe out quietly. You saw him quirk an eyebrow at you while he shifted your body completely onto the bed. He laid down next to you, entwining your fingers with his. “You couldn’t have done that earlier?”

He let out a small laugh, covering his eyes with his arm. “I hate you. You’re ridiculous.”

You cuddled into his left side, resting your head on his chest. You drew invisible shapes along his skin, relishing the feeling on him next to you. “I find it hard to believe you hate me. Would you have fucked me if you hated me?”

He hummed softly, placing a kiss to your forehead. “Maybe you caught me. I may have been taunting you because I’ve always liked you. Not just because you’re the only girl here. You’re…special. I know it probably wasn’t the best way to approach you, but it got you to notice me.”

You giggled, glancing up at him. “That’s smart. Good strategy.”

He rolled his eyes, a smile gracing his lips. “Don’t be a smartass.”

You kissed his cheek, letting your lips linger. “You know you love me.”

He nodded, turning to capture your lips in a brief kiss. “I do. I do love you.” His lips were close enough to feel them move as he talked, a blush heating your cheeks. “I’m sorry I was a dick.”

Your tongue brushed over his lips, hearing him let out a small whine. “You were a dick. But so was I. I shouldn’t have tripped you. I just got angry because you kept being there. You were distracting. But, after what happened in the shower, I kept wanting you there. You were always running through my mind. I guess you lap me physically and mentally.” He chuckled, nuzzling into your cheek. “I guess I’ trying to say I’m sorry. And I love you too.”

“Good,” He pulled you close, rubbing his hand up and down your arm to help you relax. “Let’s get some sleep now. You wiped me out with your sweet pussy.”

You rolled your eyes, too tired to retort. Closing your eyes, you held the runner close to you. “Thomas. One last thing.” You heard a light “hm,” knowing he was listening. “On your left.”

His smile widened, burying his face in your hair. “Right where you belong.”

[theoddcatlady]

Lost at Sea

9/17

Lucy, you’re gonna be so mad when we’re back, but maybe knowing I’m keeping this daily just for you will make it all better.

Alex was right, I’m actually a natural sailor. Luke’s already ate shit on the deck twice, his face is all banged up because he doesn’t have his sea legs. Better than poor Jake already though. He’s been barfing below deck this whole time. Fucking gross.

But oh man, once the heat dies down at home, we’ll be back, and we’re gonna be so rich. It’ll all be worth it babe. All worth it.

9/18

Same old shit today. Mostly planning on how to spend the money. It’s gonna be sick. I think I wanna buy a house with you. I can’t get you off my mind. Alex is being an ass and telling me that you’re just another girl, but I know you’re more than that. Any girl I hook up with after you will probably be after me for the money, but I know you love me for me. And now I’ll be able to take care of us.

I really like the ocean though, maybe we can get a boat! I’ve been out here for almost a week and I still love it! The air smells nice, I can dive in and swim whenever the fuck I want, and we’ve brought enough supplies to last us months. I would stay out here the rest of my life.

Except I don’t have you. That’d be the one thing I’d change.

9/19

Jake’s still puking. Alex’s worried he’s gonna get dehydrated. But he’s looking a little better today. And Luke’s finally stopped falling over every ten minutes. Still a damn klutz, always will be, but he’s cool. He’s starting to like it out here too.

I’m making a seagull my pet. I just throw this one dude with a funny black mark on his wing my crusts and he’s chill. I had to kick him once or twice when he tried to steal my meal but he’s learning. I’m naming him Pat.

9/20

You will not believe this, babe. I saw a whale!

I was out early this morning checking on everything and deciding if we should try fishing again when I saw its tail flip out of the water. I started screaming so loud everyone thought I’d seen the damn Kraken or something. By the time they got up there though it was gone. I’m so mad that I don’t have my cellphone, Alex made us trash them all.

This thing’s tail fin had to be the same size as my boat. Alex’s told me I’m exaggerating and there ain’t a whale that size but I’m serious! You’d believe me. I hope I can spot some dolphins for you, tell you about it. I know how much you love dolphins.

9/21

Ugh, now I’m seasick.

It’s probably just food poisoning, we’re all agreeing Luke’s not allowed to cook anymore. I’ll be ship cook again once I stop blowing chunks into the wastebasket. Alex’s kept on the radio with a buddy of his. I know you’re probably super confused right now and hurt about what happened, but I promise, it’s not what you think. It must’ve happened after we got out of there. We’re not killers, babe. I promise.

9/22

Nightmares AND sea sickness. Fucking fantastic.

Staying below deck today. Alex’s starting to get a big head. He’s always had one, but it’s only worse cuz he’s the only one out here with sailing experience, so we kinda have to take his word on everything. You know how he is.

Jake’s taken over cooking duties. I can only eat small portions but he’s pretty good. Not as good as me though. I’ll be making pancakes for you when I’m back, with strawberry sauce. Your favorite.

9/23

Hah! Jake saw the whale too!

I stumbled on deck when I heard him start hollering, and I saw its back for just a second before he dived. I’m gonna be smug for the whole day.

Jake’s really spooked though. Keeps saying it’s ‘too big’ for a whale.

A whale. Whales are fucking big. That’s their thing. God he’s an idiot.

Sky’s super dark already and it’s only five. I hope it’s not gonna storm.

9/27

It stormed four whole damn days. I’ve had no time to hit up my journal, I’m glad we’re still alive. I thought the boat was gonna capsize. We stayed afloat though. No one got hurt, well, not too badly. Luke knocked out a tooth during some part of it. He looks super miserable.

It’s all good now though. Really gray out. Really gloomy. I think I saw a dolphin, but I couldn’t be sure. I’m getting real tired of eating canned shit though. It’ll be worth it though. All worth it.

9/28

Shit fuck. Holy shit fuck.

I’m so glad you’re not here babe. You’d be so upset. I saw half of a dolphin. Several, actually. That was all that was left.

I smelled something like pennies or rust and I looked overboard to see it floating up. At first I thought it was a dolphin coming to say hello. But when it surfaced, I screamed and threw up. It must’ve met a shark or something. Its upper half was scratched up and its bottom was just. Gone. There was no tail.

And then a lot more bobbed up. Fins, heads, all bloody and torn up. I sobbed like a bitch, Lucy. Those poor dolphins. Alex told me to man up but I just couldn’t deal. I’m not like him.

RIP Dolphins. There was at least six. I’d pour one out for you, but I can’t waste beer without Luke bitching at me. I think he’s drank more beer than water at this point.

9/29

Woke up last night to Jake screaming again. He saw the whale again. But this time he’s swearing up and down it’s not a damn whale. He was just going up to take a leak when he saw its shape below the boat. Apparently it’s long and has trailing fins. He’s scared shitless. Almost stole the lifeboat to start paddling home and to turn himself in.

Alex punched him so hard that I think he went crosseyed for a bit. I mean, I can’t blame him. If Jake turns himself in we’re all fucked. The cops will come for us and we’ll all get thrown in jail for something that Alex did.

Still probably shouldn’t have hit Jake so hard though. Like. Damn. That had to hurt.

9/30

I miss you so much Lucy. I thought I heard you singing when I was trying to get to sleep. It was so nice to hear it. Then I woke up and realized I was imagining things. God, I’d almost take prison if that means I could at least have you visit me sometimes.

But I gotta wait it out. When I get back with my cut of the cash, and the jewels, and the gold, you’ll never have to work at that stupid diner ever again. We’ll be able to raise our baby with nothing to worry about.

I found the pregnancy test. That’s why I agreed to help Alex in the first place. I might give you this journal and hide in the other room. It’ll be worth it. I can’t wait to be a daddy to a mini Lucy or a mini Blake. Maybe we won’t take them sailing for a few years though.

Maybe. Even if the weather’s still shit.

10/1

The radio’s broken. Someone took a hammer or something to it. It’s smashed to pieces.

Alex was screaming, I was screaming, we ALL were screaming. Then Alex turned his rage on Jake, asking if this was his idea of a joke. Jake’s swearing it wasn’t him. Luke is too. Sure as hell know it wasn’t me. But that’s it.

We gotta head back. We need that damn radio. It’ll take maybe another week, as long as we don’t get lost. I’m praying we don’t get lost.

10/2

Again with the singing in my dreams. I’m really homesick.

Alex’s not sleeping. I think he’s worried about making it back. But we know we’re on the right course. We gotta be. We just gotta be.

Jake’s been kicked to the deck, he’s no longer allowed below since the radio was broken. Alex is sure it was him. I brought Jake up his shit when he tried to point fingers at Alex, but I know it couldn’t have been him. He’s the one always manning the damn thing.

10/3

That isn’t a whale. It isn’t a whale. I don’t know what the fuck it is. But it’s not a whale.

We all saw it this time. Jake’s miserable after sleeping above deck, I don’t think he slept at all. Eating lunch, tastes like garbage. I hate it. We all hate it. I want something with flavor, if I brought it up Luke would bitch at me though.

Then its head surfaced.

I heard the water and I looked to see its smooth head breach the surface. It’s smooth, like a dolphin, but green, dark green. Its three pairs of eyes looked at me, right at me. They’re bright yellow. I couldn’t move. If it wanted to eat me at that moment, I’d be lunch.

Then it went below the water and disappeared.

After it really hit us what we saw, we panicked.

Luke pissed himself, I could see the stain on his shorts. Jake began to babble nonsense and Alex bolted to the wheel. We were tearing out of there so fast I don’t think any Satan water snake could keep up.

Jake’s still sleeping on the deck. Alex refuses to let him down. I keep telling him that we gotta let him up, god knows if we’ll see that damn THING again, but he won’t. Luke’s being a fucking pussy and siding with Alex. I’d sleep up there with Jake… but I guess I’m a bit of a pussy myself.

10/4

Jake’s gone.

We didn’t hear anything. The lifeboat’s gone. So are a lot of the supplies. Luke’s rationing out everything to stretch it out longer, but we’re mostly worried about water. That’s what’s gonna be a bitch to make last.

I’m so pissed. I’m fucking scared. Alex is super quiet. Luke’s jumpy as hell. I’m just. I want to see your face again Lucy. More than anything.

10/5

We killed the Ortega couple.

I thought we were just gonna scare them a bit. That’s why the guns, and the hammers, that’s why. When Alex broke Mr. Ortega’s hand, I told him to knock it off and get the shit downstairs.

When Jake and I were down at the truck with the final load Luke and Alex shot them. So many times. I lost count of how many gunshots I heard by the time I got upstairs. Mr. Ortega’s head was fucking paste. Poor Mrs. Ortega was still alive somehow, that old bitch. I know we didn’t like them, they hated us, the poor kids, we made the neighborhood look bad. But god. I didn’t want to kill them.

The look in her eyes was desperate. Scared. Maybe of death, maybe of the pain, but she was scared. So fucking scared.

I think this is how she felt, how I feel right now.

The singing isn’t in my head. It’s in the water.

Luke’s gone up there, just to get a look he said. He’s not coming back. I think I caught a glimpse out the window, of something with hands pressing against the glass. Hands with claws two inches long.

10/10

Alex killed himself. He took the sharp edge of one of the can lids and slit his throat before jumping overboard.

I’m the only one left. But I’m not alone.

The serpent’s circling around the ship. It’s still staring at me. It’s not going to break the boat. It doesn’t have to. It knows what I’m going to do.

Forgive me, Lucy. Forgive me.

[mariemarichelleart]

THE DAILY BATTLE: NO REFLECTION

"You have to get up. Why don't you just get up. Get up now! Did you hear me? I said now. You don't get any more time. If you couldn't sleep it's your own fault."

"Fine. I'm up. Happy? No. Of course not. Just let me get dressed."

"What should you wear? Did you remember to change your underwear? Do you smell? Of course you smell. Shower again."

"Why? I showered last night before bed."

"Do you want to be ugly? Of course not. Too bad you are. Should put some make up on to hide your face too."

"I'm not ugly."

"You are ugly, I said so. Red or white shirt? Choose or it's neither. I guess it's nothing. Just wear this shirt you wear every day. It doesn't even look good on you. Why do you wear it? Why? Why? Why?"

"I like this shirt."

"You shouldn't. I said you shouldn't. Oh? Is that a pimple coming up? Better pick it. Pick, pick, pick, pick it. Now! I said now."

"I don't want to, but if you say so."

"Look what you've done. You look even worse now. How could you let this happen? You're worthless. You're full of scars, not even ones with a story. When someone brings them up you'll just have to tell them how ugly you are."

"I won't lie to them. I hate my scars. Let's see... banana or cereal?"

"Neither, you shouldn't eat at all. You're fat. So fat. Don't lie to yourself, you're not getting any smaller. Eat if you want to get bigger. No you don't. Of course not. Don't eat. Don't eat. Don't even think about eating. Brush your teeth you slut. We know what you thought about last night. I don't care if he's your boyfriend. You're still a whore. He doesn't deserve you. No one deserves you, everyone deserves better than you."

"This toothpaste is disgusting."

"You're disgusting too but the toothpaste isn't complaining."

"Cheap shot."

"Don't insult me. I'm better than you and you know it. You let me manipulate you. The bus is coming, go to the bus. Don't be late. Don't want to be more embarrassing. Did you lock the door? Better check. Check again. And again. And again. And again. Did you turn off the water? Check it. Check it again. Check it again. Door locked? Door locked? Water off? Door Locked? Water off? Door locked?"

'Yes."

"You missed your bus. Dumb whore. Remember how to drive? We're going to have to do that again."

"Yes."

"Watch out for that car over there. They probably hate you. You just cut them off. You ran a red light. You can't check to see if I'm lying either. Hahahaha. I win. I win. I win. I win."

"We're here now."

"Get out of the car. Turn off your lights. Are they off? Are you sure? Check again. And again. Turn them on and off again. Are your keys in your pocket or the ignition? Check it. Check it. Check it. Again. Again. Again."

"I missed the first bell."

"Yes. Because you're fucking slow. Don't be such a pussy next time. Do you have your keys? No. You don't. You didn't check hard enough."

"I'm sure they just fell out of my pocket."

"No, they're locked inside your car and now you have to call somebody. Call somebody. Call somebody. You're an idiot. You aren't even smart enough for this school. Look at her contour, so much better better better better than yours. You're not even as pretty as her. The ground looks better than you."

"Shut up."

"We both know I control you. Don't lie to yourself. There's only one way you'll ever shut me up, and even that isn't guaranteed. Better get to class. Don't run, you jiggle too much. Fucking whore."

"Can we just go now?... Please?'

"Yes. Hurry up. Go faster. Faster. FASTER. Stairs. Got to climb the stairs. Don't trip. Don't fucking trip. How many stairs are there? Do you remember? 28. or was it 27? 28? 27? 28. 28. 27. 28."

"27."

"Check again."

"27."

"You're going to be late. Get going. Move it. Go faster, whore. You can do it. I believe in you."

"Thank you."

"The teacher's staring at you. She only smiled so that she can cover up how much she hates you. You're so ugly. She wants to quit teaching because of you. You're not even smart. Lowest grade in the class. You don't talk, what's wrong with you? Wrong. Wrong. Wrong!"

"She likes me. She said so."

"She's lying. She's fucking lying. Can't you tell? Or are you too daft to notice?"

"She wouldn't lie to me."

"Yes she would. Do you think she actually cares? No. She just needs a paycheck, just like the rest of us. Except for you. Because you're too fucking mental to work. Hahaha. Is that my fault? Oh is it really? No. It's yours. You created me. This is all your fault. No one else’s. Stop trying to blame me. I'm just doing my fucking job."

"You're fired."

"Ha. You can't fire me. You gave me power and you can't stop giving it to me. You're addicted to me. You have to eat lunch. Go pick something up. Oh? No calorie facts? Well, I guess you're going to get super fat. Enjoy it fat ass."

"Y'know what? I will."

"How do you feel now? I know, horrible. But you won't vomit because you don't want people to notice. They'll all notice. You're horrible at lying. Everyone knows you're fucked up. Everyone. Knows. Everyone. Everyone."

“You’re right.”

"Don't go up to them. They all hate you. You're always the only one who works alone. Everyone's in their pretty little groups and here you are the ugly duckling of them all. You're so childish, scared by people younger than you. Ha. They're more mature. You're nothing to them. They matter and you don't. Never will. Never ever. You have to walk up to them now. Oh? You're going to do it. No you're not. Once they looked at you, you turned around and sat back down. You're fucking worthless. None of them need you, that's why they'll never ask you to be in a group with them. Didn't you know that? You're so dumb. Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb."

"You're not telling the truth."

"No one except you care about the truth. You're so worthless. Little pig. Worthless little piggy."

"No."

"Would you look at that? Your teacher is talking to you now. He is concerned about your mom and dad. He doesn't know they don't care about you. He doesn't even care about you. You know it. He has too much to deal with too. Give him a year and he'll forget about you. Not even. A month. A day. 20 minutes."

"He's nice to me though."

"He's faking it. He would never talk to you unless you were in his class. Why should he care? You're worthless."

"Fine. I'm going home."

"Press the right button to open the door. Don't press the alarm. We don't know how to turn it off. That'd be embarrassing. Remember last time. You cried. I laughed. Cry, cry, cry. Not even try to find the problem. Just so worthless you cry, cry, cried. Why do I even bother with you?"

"I don't know."

"Did you write down your homework? You're going to forget. Forget. I'll make you forget. Take a pill. Take a pill. Take a fucking pill. Go die. Finally."

"No."

"Don't deny me. I control you. You have no power over me. I have power over you."

"I'm going to bed."

"Sure, don't wash your face. Don't wash anything. You have no energy left. Go to sleep. I'll be waiting for you tomorrow morning. Goodnight, Ugly."