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monarchberrysblog · 5 months ago

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hello there! 21, but going on anon. could i request a pregnant reader who is feeling incredibly insecure about her body. after an instance where a woman openly flirts and asks miguel out in front of her, she breaks down crying. miguel reassures her and they start having the craziest, wildest, hottest sex imaginable

GROWING PAINS

✭ 🔞 Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader ✭

✭ summary: pregnancy is a challenge, not for the morning sickness or having the urge to pee every other step but for the outside challenges that create tension.

✭ content warning: mentions of morning sickness (if you have emetophobia, skip the first five paragraphs), degenerate home-wrecker, comfort, pregnancy sex, and p-in-v penetration.

✭ word count: +2.1k words

✭ (a/n): let me get a crack at it 😋 I had fun working on this 💜🪻 (if there are errors I missed, please let me know!)

MATURE CONTENT MDNI | MINORS WHO INTERACT WILL BE BLOCKED

The nausea of the day came in like waves during a full moon at the beach. The smell of toilet water and bleach greeted your nose while kneeling in front of the toilet before you. Dry heaving became a regular habit as the smell of toilet water didn’t contribute to the nauseating sensation.

“Are we okay, cariño?” His voice sent chills down your spine as you rested your head on the toilet seat. “No…” You whined, sounding like a child who had their toy taken away. “C’mon, don't rest your head right there…” Miguel cooes to you.

A low groan escapes your throat as you wait in anticipation to throw up, already wanting the feeling to pass by. “Do you want some tea? It'll help with the morning sickness.” He suggests to you before kneeling next to you and rubbing your lower back slowly.

“Yeah…” You groaned out before your body lurched another heave out of you.

“It’s okay…” He whispers quietly and holds your hair back. “Let it out if you need to.” He blows air to your face, cooling you down from the warm sensation you feel all over your body. But the salvation in your mouth still lingered.

“Thanks…”

“Miguel!” You called out to him from the bathroom, looking down at your swelling belly. “Yes, cariño?” He steps into view, returning from his morning workout. A soft kiss on the forehead gives you small butterflies in your stomach before you remember why you called him in.

“Can you please get more coconut butter at the store? I need some more for the stretch marks.” You raised (his) your hoodie to reveal the glistening stretch marks and slightly swelling belly.

“Hmm, did we run out already?” He makes his way over before he ruffles your hair and looks through the medicine cabinet. “Could have sworn we had some.” He mumbles before his palm rests on your belly, allowing his thumb to caress the marks.

“No, we ran out.” You add, getting on your tiptoes to peek at the medicine cabinet for the umpteenth time.

He nods after his eyes mindlessly scan the pill bottles, toiletries, and some of your make-up items. He clicks his tongue and moves his palm away from your belly. “Yeah, I'll get you some more, cariño. Let me jump in the shower first and then go to the store. I don't need to smell like sweat.”

The comment made you pout. The post-workout smell always lured you in, like catnip. You could cling near him and bask in his smell if you wanted to.

“Do you want to join me?” You nod eagerly, taking off the hoodie and tossing it at him.

“Do you want to go to the bathroom, sweetheart?” This is the same umpteenth question he asked you while you walked around your local mall down. “No, I'm fine.” He lightly squeezes your hand and gives you the look. The “you better go” look, as Miguel always fell victim to making frequent stops in gas stations or stores to satisfy your bladder whenever the two of you drove around.

“Just go, baby…” Miguel sighs, patting your lower back before he playfully spanks your rear.

You huff before you shuffle into the public restroom while resting your hand on your swelling tummy.

The sight was always amusing for Miguel; it was adorable—the sundress, the comfy sandals, and your hair neatly done. But the adorable sight was interrupted almost immediately. Two hands grasp his arm with such a grip that it can make anyone’s muscle ache from under the skin, even enough to bruise the muscle. Miguel shrugs it off and looks over to the source. “Aren’t you handsome?” The voice coaxed him before her hands squeezed his bicep. He shrugs his arm away and looks over to the bathrooms instead.

“I’m married.” Miguel’s statement lingered in the air before she looked at his arm and took in the sight of him like he was a tall glass of water.

“So am I.” She giggles before she looks up at Miguel with doe eyes. The discomfort arose in his stomach as if he had had a terrible dinner waiting to be released.

“Where’s your husband then?” He questions, hearing the fear in his voice. He shrugs her hand away from his arm again and waits at the bathroom in anticipation for his little wife, you, to return. But the yapping woman continued to speak, not getting any social signals that Miguel wasn't interested.

“He’s at—” Her words cut off before her features go ghost white, enough to mistake her for a blank piece of printer paper waiting to be scribbled on with a permanent marker.

“Miguel.”

A smile of relief paints his features as he walks over to you and gently takes your hand. Your attention is on the woman, seeing her twirl her hair with her fingers. She only giggles and immediately stops when she sees your swelling belly underneath your sundress. “Oh honey, I bet you can't satisfy your husband while you look like you're about to pass out.” She continues to yap, not caring about the looks of disgust from other women around the area. “Cariño, let’s go.” Miguel urges, not comfortable with the woman now harassing you and, arguably, your unborn child.

“Married men are allowed to cheat on their pregnant wives…”

You open your mouth, only to get tugged away from her by your husband, who does not want you to make a scene in such a public environment.

“Not interested. I love my wife dearly.” He steps in, lightly tugging you away from the uncomfortable space.

But hearing the words wasn't enough. For the past few weeks, you've been down on the stoops. Despite being your second trimester, the morning sickness faded away but lingered like a bug—the stretch marks on your belly, the constant bathroom stops, and the aching feet.

The weight of a burden rested on your shoulders like you were carrying pails of water up a mountain with your heart. It pulled you down into the earth’s core.

“C’mon, baby…” He pleads once again, gently tugging you away from the degenerate woman.

The car ride back home from the mall felt like the most uncomfortable situation for Miguel. Sure, it wasn't his fault, but it damn well felt like it was when this woman threw herself at him, having no good intentions.

Despite him pushing her away with his words, she relented nonstop, picking and picking at Miguel like a vet ticking fleas away from a stray cat.

He glanced at you, but you turned away from him while sitting on the passenger side, looking only at the window. He occasionally squeezed your thigh while trying to engage in a conversation. But it always ended immediately with your simple one-word answers.

Your portions were smaller during dinner. A small scoopful of your dinner was ‘enough’ for you.

“Cariño,” His voice breaks the silence on the dining room table while you move a small broccoli around with your fork. “Is that all you’re going to eat?”

“Yeah, I’m okay with this.”

He frowns at the meek portions. This was your favorite dinner throughout your pregnancy. Now? You eat as if it were the thing you despised the most.

“Cariño, can we talk about what happened?”

“No, no, we don't.” You intervene, stopping his words.

He furrows his brows, and the subtle pout on his lips says that he isn't going to let this go. “…yes, we do.” He steps in, gently taking your hand in his.

“Cariño, honey.” His eyes soften, allowing his thumb to massage your knuckles in small circles.

“I am sorry—”

You shake your head, looking up from your plate. “No, don't apologize. It’s not even your fault.” You put his words to an end before you slide your hand away from his. “I feel…”

You sit back in your seat and put your hands up in defeat, feeling tears form. “I don't know.”

Nothing came to mind. Your brain was murky like muddy water on the side of the road. “I feel bloated and unappealing and pent up.” You expressed many words, but none nailed the coffin of feelings that were forming in your heart. His palm finds its way to your cheek and lovingly cups it while wiping away your tears.

“Hey,” His mellow tone greets you but doesn't fully envelope you. “Please, cariño. Take a moment to breath.”

“I don't know,” You sniffle a bit before looking at your swelling belly. “I don't like being unappealing.” The words finally found on your lips, spilling out like word vomit.

“No, baby. Look at you. You are beautiful.” He places his hand on your belly, slowly moving the sundress around with his touch. “You are carrying our baby, our beautiful baby. You've been nothing but glowing. You are glowing to the point where you light up a room. You make rooms look good. A room where our family will grow, all thanks to you.”

You laughed through your tears, hearing his ramble. But the simile managed to put the tears to an end. “You make spaces look good, feel good.” He slowly helps you from your seat, easing you to your feet. He stands behind you, bringing you close to his chest. His hands slowly move, soon placing them on the bottom of your swelling belly, lifting the belly upwards, easing your lower back.

You stagger back in relief, resting back on him. “There we go.” He whispers, seeing your brows relax and your eyes close blissfully. “But I think that woman is right. You look exhausted.”

You hum to his statement, caving in to his warmth and touch. “Yeah,” You exhale. “I am exhausted.”

“Do you want me to take care of you?”

“…please.”

"Let me know if it's too much, cariño." He whispers, slowly laying you down on your shared bed. Your back decompressed against the mattress, earning a sigh of relief from you. "It's never too much." Your reassuring smile puts him at ease in his lower stomach. "Just let me know, please." He still pleads, taking off his sweatshirt and disregarding it to some odd corner of the room. "Let's lift this..." His hands work their way to the hem of the dress, lifting the skirt up.

"Lay on your side for me, nena." He demands, slowly helping you lay down and surrounding your belly with toss pillows.

The sound of his zipper filled the space, causing you to look over your shoulder and see Miguel immediately taking off his pants and boxers. His hands pull at your underwear, revealing your core, waiting for him and him only. The sound of the bed settling down increased the anticipation, feeling him bring you close to his chest before his hand fondles your breast ever so gently. "Take a deep breath-"

"Just put it in, Miguel."

Your demands come true as you feel the same familiar stretch at your core, earning a low moan from the both of you. "There we go." He groans, grinding his bulbous tip against your cervix.

"Harder, Miguel." You plead to him, feeling the soft grinding and his length rubbing against your puffy clit. "I don't want to hurt you or the baby." He whispers, keeping the soft motions.

"You won't hurt me or the baby. I promise.” You sigh and only push your rear to his hip. “I can handle it.”

That sentence is enough for Miguel to cave in and come to his desires. “Oh my god…” You sigh, pushing down onto his length. The slow strokes savored your gummy walls as if you were the main dish at a fine cuisine. “Look at you, so pretty.”

The slow strokes slowly became harsh and rapid. Gushing and slapping filled the space as you felt your nails claw at the bedsheets. “You like that, huh?” He breaths out before he lets go of your breasts and holds onto your hip instead. The single twitch on his cock sends you into a chokehold, leaving you clawing for more.

“Yes, keep doing that.”

A small smirk forms on Miguel’s lips before he keeps the same tempo before he slows down. “Oh, this?” He picks up the pace, similar to before, but with heavy thrusts.

“Yes, that,” You breathe, crashing your hips against his.

“Only for you, cariño.”

The rapid thrusts are enough to sway the bed from side to side, allowing the bed to creak with every motion. Soft pants from your lips escaped before you took Miguel’s hand. “Are you doing well, cariño?” You drunkenly nod before raising your leg and feeling his hand grasp onto your knee, allowing easier access and movement.

“I’m close, Migs.” You buried your face onto a decorative pillow, muffling the moan that slowly evolved into a soft cry of pleasure.

“Together, cariño. Together.” He groans, keeping the same delicious friction. The sensation of his length against your puffy clit creates mouth-watering friction, enough for you to move in sync with his motions.

“It's so good…!” You babble over and over again, tears of ecstasy rolling down your cheeks. “We’re there, almost there.” He groans out before the two of you collapse onto each other. “Oh my god…” You whined out as Miguel’s rapid breath fans your skin. “You okay, mamás?” He gives you a forehead kiss before he slowly pulls out and only nuzzles close to your neck.

“I feel better than ever.”

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kooqitas · 7 months ago

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#pairings: bf!jungkook X friends!bts X reader #synopsis: where your boyfriend decides to ask his friends what they want to see #tags: pwp, group sex, blowjob, rough oral sex (m.), fingering (f.), humiliation, degradation, cumslut, spit, sperm, tears, free use (?). aftercare mentioned but not shown. mention of bisexual jungkook #notes: this is more fetishistic than usual on this blog, so DON'T READ if you're uncomfortable with 7 guys cumming on your face and swearing at you. #wc: 2,2k

you see your friends after a months, like since you and jungkook are living together you don't see them. it's funny, cause you are friends an years ago, but at a some months you just can't see each other.

"you're so hot dressing like that, maybe if we fuck before the guys comes..." jungkook said lifting your skirt and rubbing your hole.

"namjoon text me, he said that come in five minutes with the guys"

"i promise that i can make you cum in five minutes"

you laughed, because you know that’s real…

but the other six guys are at your door in five minutes. not just six guys but six best friends of yours.

"i know that we fucked yesterday, but god, i need eat your pussy again, i'm addicted, i need fuck you every hour, every minute, every second, night after night..." despite the completely dirty speech, jungkook was kissing his shoulder calmly.

“the guys are coming in any minute” you tried to convince yourself.

“don't be so mean to me, give me that dirty little hole, please”

jungkook moved one of his hands up to the thin strap of your shirt, pulling it down and exposing your nipples, he turned you around, putting his mouth there without any ceremony. you were used to your boyfriend's tongue, how he sucked and bit the nipple of your breast with devotion.

and then the doorbell rang.

"jungkook, stop, the boys are here." you tried to stop your boyfriend.

"i'm sure they wouldn't mind seeing me fuck you, baby. and you don't mind showing how that tight hole stretches with my cock, sure?”

god, this is a FUCKING true, you and jungkook are worse than each other, but more than showing, you'd easily let them stretch you too!

"i know exactly what you thought, dirty little girl." he said before going back to sucking your nipples.

and then they rang the doorbell again.

"holy shit!" jungkook complained, going to open the door, you are trying clumsily to put your clothes in place.

when the other six men entered your house you smiled, you missed them, namjoon was the first to hug you, leaving a kiss on your forehead in a gentle way, and damn, you had seen some photos he posted at the gym, but he was BIG…

seokjin came next, the tall man kissing your hand before giving you a cute hug.

and after, jimin came, leaving a wet kiss on your cheek as he always did, the blonde guy had a scent that was enough to make your panties even wetter.

shit, jungkook shouldn’t have teased you.

you noticed that taehyung whispered something to yoongi, who laughed, muttering something like 'have decency?' and only then did you notice that, probably due to jungkook's saliva, your tits were wet, and the thin shirt clearly marked this.

"oh, yes! you disturbed us, i was dying to fuck my wife and you arrived."

a lot of things happened in that sentence, jungkook calling you 'my wife' and mainly, him exposing your sex life to all his friends.

it's not like they didn't imagine, you were friends before you and jungkook dated, the other six knew what you were like, and how jungkook was too, it was a matter of adding a + b, sometimes they would say something in the group chat, but It was the first time they had said something like that in front of them.

"if you want to fuck her, i don't care, as long as i can watch. it's not like i've never fucked you guys." hoseok said as if she wished a 'good morning'.

and that was the truth, besides jungkook, you had already had sex with at least four of your friends, and the same went for him, it's very likely that that's why he wasn't jealous.

"oh, can i? because i really want to do this."

god, your boyfriend was a perv.

“please, i miss seeing her tits.” namjoon confessed, reminding you of how he loved being on top of you, sucking your nipple to make you relax on his fat cock.

“dude, respect my girl!”

jungkook scolded namjoon, but you knew it was a joke as soon as your boyfriend came behind you, pulling the strap of your shirt down and exposing your breasts to his friends.

if you stopped to think about it, you would think it was crazy, your boyfriend sharing you with six other guys, but on the other hand, the other six guys were your friends, and you wanted much more than just looks at you.

“does anyone want to see anything else?” jungkook asked, making you feel your panties soaking, you felt like an exposed slut, a trophy, and that would never be a bad thing.

"her panties" seokjin said, looking at you with devotion, you had never done anything other than kiss him at a party.

“i want something” taehyung said.

"what do you want to see?"

"i want to see her on her knees sucking my cock." it was direct.

"if you suck taehyung's cock you'll have to suck mine too!' yoongi spoke up.

"and certainly mine too." jimin said, rubbing his thumb across his lips.

“let me get this straight,” jungkook scratched his throat. "are you saying to my face that you want my wife to give you a blowjob?"

"it was you who offered her to us like a prostitute." hoseok spoke up, unbuckling his belt.

god, you never felt so horny, your boyfriend and your friends discussed you as if you were even in that room.

"what do you think about this, baby?" Jungkook asked you.

"well..." you just walked around the counter, heading towards the sofa (being followed by the seven men as if they were puppies), and then removed your skirt and the blouse that was around your waist.

jungkook came to you, kissing you as you removed his clothes, his fingers brushing the white lace of your wet panties as you let out little moans into his mouth. your boyfriend was completely turned on, rubbing his pecs on your nipples making you moan even more.

"my little slut is so greedy, seven guys in your mouth? will you be able to handle it?"

"i need to get it!"

"good whore!" he kissed you one last time. "you don't deserve that much, organize yourself to kiss her in pairs, and you know her and the word, anything I'll insist on killing each one of you.”

jungkook barely finished and jimin and seokjin came close to you, jimin from behind, pressing his already hard cock on your back, and seokjin on your belly, at that moment you wanted both of them inside you, but all you got was seokjin sucking and nibbling your nipples while jimin kissed you and played with your wet panties. you moaning to the two of them while the other five watched everything.

you didn't even notice when taehyung and yoongi arrived, their firm hands using you to rub themself, it was pathetic, the pinch that yoongi gave your left nipple while your hand was inside taehyung's pants made you scream in pain, but mixed with pleasure, you liked that aggressive way.

"are you going to call me daddy again tonight?" namjoon asked as he approached you with hoseok, sticking two fingers into your pussy without any warning when hoseok’s kissing you “i missed that drippy messy hole.” namjoon goes fast, he starts scissoring his fingers inside you, you moan so loud because everything is even hotter when you see all those other men looking at you.

"i think the guys will like to see this" hoseok moved out of your way, exposing everyone to the image of you moaning into namjoon's fingers.

"so pretty our bimbo slut!" jimin said, watching the scene.

your boyfriend wanted to tell namjoon to stop it, take you to the bedroom and fuck you until his body shut down, but just seeing how much fun you were having with it all made him wait.

namjoon adds a third finger in without warning and you're feel so humiliated, leak around his hands when he fucks his fingers in and out of your cunt at an insane rhythm.

"tell your boyfriend how much you miss my cock opening all that hole, how much you miss your girl juices running down my cock. how you love look at my cock crammed in your tight pussy” and then he took his fingers out of you, rubbing them on your lips and forcing you to kneel on the floor. “you're not going to cum, unless whore, you're going to shove our dicks down your throat and let us cum all over your body, then your boyfriend sees what he does to you full of other men's cum”

and then you noticed the other six men approach you with their dicks in their hands, taehyung was the first to pull your hair, and you were agile with your warm tongue tracing his dick up and down.

while your tongue was still on taehyung, hoseok rubbed his balls in your face, and you tried to grab them on your tongue too, but it was in vain.

“jungkook you date a prostitute!” seokjin said when you grabbed his dick, starting a masturbation.

"i'm sure she can handle two" jimin said, shoving his cock along with taehyung's down your throat.

and you sucked it, not even you know how, but you sucked it like it was the most delicious lollipop in the world while they both thrust hard into your throat.

at one point in the night, you had jimin and taehyung's dick in your mouth and seokjin and hoseok one in each hand. namjoon, jungkook and yoongi took turns rubbing their dicks over your body and slapping your chest and face.

jimin took his dick out of your mouth, and you fit seokjin's cock, watching from the side as jimin started jerking off.

yoongi was in your right hand, you caressing his balls.

you felt some tears in your eyes, sometimes hitting your friends' thighs to make them stop for you to breathe, before returning to the aggressive pace.

the feeling was much more pleasant due to the environment than the sexual act itself, since you could barely actually suck the dicks, every time someone was coming in and out of your mouth.

"i think this stupid bitch was too greedy, she hasn't choked on my dick yet" namjoon complained, making you release seokjin and hoseok's dick that were in your mouth, when the two came out, an absurd amount of saliva ran out of you, it was humiliating, but you didn't have much time to think as soon namjoon grabbed your hair and made your nose touch his pelvis.

and then yoongi and jungkook joined him, rubbing their balls all over your face while you just opened your mouth and gladly accepted whatever they gave you.

"you look like a bitch in heat, trying to suck all these dicks when you clearly can't!" yoongi complained.

and this triggered a series of humiliations.

"disgusting mouth, can't even suck dick properly!" jimin said.

"i'm ashamed to say that that mouth touched my dick." seokjin said as he buried his throat on his cock, making you cough and cry.

"i think the only good hole in you is your pussy." namjoon said shortly after spitting at you, encouraging the other six to do the same.

no matter how much they cursed and humiliated you, you had never felt so good, the feeling of having seven men in a circle around you was inexplicable.

and when hoseok left your mouth just to cum you felt even better.

his sperm falling down your face and breasts, mixing with that of jimin and taehyung who came soon after.

“our cumslut, so disgusting, free whore, thank u, jungkook” taehyung joked, grabbing your hair.

you came back with namjoon's dick in your mouth, choking and coughing several times as he fucked your mouth with even greater force than he used to do in your other holes.

“dating jungkook made you stupid, that mouth doesn't do anything right!” namjoon shouted, pulling his dick out of your throat only to spit a thick string of saliva there and hit you on face.

your face full of other guys cum while you was still sucking namjoon was what made your boyfriend cum on your face, making namjoon's big cock a little dirty.

"be useful at least a little and make me cum in that throat" yoongi said.

you put yoongi's dick back in your mouth, sucking it and namjoon's as they fucked you, and you saw stars as they came together and filled your throat, so full to the point that it leaked out of your mouth even though you tried to swallow.

you cum, without any stimulation other than the humiliation and the cum on your body, you just came so hard that your body shook.

you were a mess, your entire body and the room floor is a mixture of tears, cum, and spit. and you were still fucking wet.

"do you want some help with her?" your friends offered, after putting on your clothes and seeing that you were completely destroyed.

“no need,” jungkook thanked. "i take care of my princess."

and then the other six walked over to you, giving you a careful peck on the mouth before being led to the door.

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joelmillers-whore · 1 year ago

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Fuck Me Like You Mean It

summary: a miserable time out at a club turns into quite the night when you run into someone you least expected to see.

word count: 4.9k

series or one-shot

warnings: SMUT, explicit 18+, MDNI, no outbreak, dbf!joel x f!reader, dark!joel, spanking, dubious consent at times, voyeurism, exhibitionism i guess, dirty talking, language, joel calling reader a cock slut, slightly creepy joel, unspecified age gap, daddy kink, brat tamer joel, hand job for a second, manhandling, dominant joel, oral (female and male receiving), semi-public sex, bathroom sex, jealousy if you squint. as always, if i missed something, please let me know.

you are responsible for the content that you consume. please read the warnings before continuing with this fic. enjoy babes.

A/N: i am so sorry firstly for teasing you all with snippets of this one-shot and then just not posting it lol, life has been a little chaotic, to say the least and i was just feeling so uninspired to finish it (literally i do this to myself). but so many of you loved the little teaser i posted and i couldn’t just not give ya’ll some delicious dbf!joel. so, here it is.

ALSO, a huge thank you and shoutout to kylee @hellishjoel for reading and beta-ing this for me, i love you and your freakouts were so valid haha. forehead kisses.

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The pungent stench of sweat curled around your nose, setting your already overstimulated nerves into hyperdrive. Possessive hands pawed at your hips, urging you back into their body, into their growing stiffness.

Normally, you’d be all for it. The game. Going out each weekend, getting shitfaced with your best friend, entertaining men who you would otherwise have no interest in just to see them work for a moment of your attention.

But not tonight, tonight you’d had enough of it all. The handsy men, the unrhythmic and too-loud music, and just the whole played-out scene really. There wasn’t anything to get excited about anymore, each weekend blurring into the same version of the last, and the one before that.

It was boring and you couldn’t tolerate the lacklustre men around you for much longer. So, twisting out of the weak grip of the twenty-something you had been dancing with all this time, you abandoned them and your friend who reeked of desperation.

She’d hounded you all week to go out to a club, hoping to get laid, vetoing your suggestion to just get drunk and find someone at a bar. Now, you were at a seedy club downtown, getting groped from every angle by mediocre-looking men who smelled of too much Axe body spray and sweat.

The mere thought of the combination curdled your stomach, propelling you deeper into the club and all the way to the bar. You thought that alcohol might right your foul mood, your skin already pricking with annoyance at your current circumstances.

Getting to the bar, it was as packed as you had been imagining. Everyone was contending for the bartender’s attention, demanding drinks that you were sure were as watered-down as your first shot had been.

You sighed, wondering why you had let your friend talk you into coming out tonight, when it was the last thing in the world you wanted to be doing.

Lack of desire for the club had turned into plain boredom now, every ounce of your body thrumming with the longing to escape. But you’d never just up and leave your friend, no matter how much you wanted to. You’d just have to grin and bear it.

Tapping your finger along to the music, that wasn’t even good, the slow and melodic electronic music nearly putting you to sleep, you waited for your drink. Finally getting your drink from the bartender, you slurped it down, hoping the subtle sting of the alcohol would wake you up, and trigger something to make your night more enjoyable.

You began to walk back to where you had left your friend, deciding to scoop her drunk ass up and take her back with you to your place to call it a night at... you checked your phone, a pathetic ten-thirty. But you stopped in your tracks when something caught your eye, or rather someone.

Turning your head toward the seated area, which basically served as the VIP section without actually having the name, because there was nothing special about it. Old red velvet couches that had seen better days and probably had every fluid known to man seeped into the cushions, and wobbly tables that were smattered with decade-old stains.

You squinted your eyes, the stage lights blinding you as you put a hand up, shielding your eyes as you attempted to make out a vaguely familiar shape that was sitting in said area. You took a tentative step forward, thinking that your eyes were deceiving you, the wild lights making you see things. Because there was no fucking way that you were actually seeing what you were seeing, no fucking way.

Your eyes bulged out of your head at the sight. Your dad’s neighbour, Joel Miller, was sitting on one of the couches, a beer in one hand, his other hand disappearing below the cut of the table. Your eyes followed his hand, trailing down the length of him until they snagged on the back of someone's legs, kneeling below the table.

Your lips parted slightly, completely caught off guard by what you were seeing. You were watching your dad’s neighbour— or better yet, his best friend, get sucked off at a club. Feeling your face heat, you looked away, embarrassment coating your skin.

Your stomach lurched, turning with nausea and something else, your skin pricking with sweat as you glanced back up at Joel, meeting his already waiting eyes. Those chocolate brown orbs were blown, wide, and ghosting with surprise as he raked them over the expanse of you.

His face glowed in the low light of the club, the flashing lights dancing and snagging your gaze to his lustful expression. The way that his eyes were heavy-lidded, the slight sheen that coated his brow, and the way that his chest rose and fell excessively.

It was a scene that you couldn’t look away from, even though you wanted to. You wanted to get out of there and go... well, you didn’t exactly know. The longer that Joel’s eyes held yours, the more you felt yourself being drawn into his orbit, his world. Your chest began rising and falling in time with his own, and a dull throbbing began in your cunt, surprising you completely.

You didn’t think that you’d be this kind of person, someone who was turned on by watching other people having sex. But you also couldn’t deny or explain the influx of wetness that saturated your panties.

You awkwardly clenched your thighs, rubbing them together to ease some of the pressure you felt. Joel’s stare burned into you, causing your heartbeat to thrum erratically in your throat.

You felt sick and depraved and like you should be anywhere else in the world, but another part of yourself couldn’t look away, because you didn’t want to.

You wanted to see Joel fall apart right in front of you, to see him burst at the seams and devolve into a fit of pleasure right before your eyes. And like you had wished it into existence, you watched as he tipped his head back, snapping his eyes closed, his whole body convulsing as he came. You’d be lying if you said that it wasn’t a beautiful sight to behold.

Another gush of your own arousal leaked out of you, sticking the thin material of your panties flush against your cunt, rubbing against your already swollen clit. Fuck, you felt too hot and you needed to cool down, maybe splash some water on your face.

Ducking out of Joel’s line of sight, you headed past the winding staircase, down a rather dark hallway, and toward a couple of heavy-set doors that housed the bathrooms. There weren’t many people around, only a few bodies scattered throughout the hall.

Couples made out in the dark and you may or may not have seen a drug deal going down. But none of that mattered now, the only thing you needed to do was close yourself into a stall and try to get your hormones under control.

Even though the thud of the music carried all the way down the hall, you could still hear a rhythmic thump of someone stomping in your direction. You turned on your heels, anxious to see who it was. Before you could even blink, strong arms shoved you past one of the steel doors, locking it behind you, before planting you against it on the other side.

Your eyes trailed their broad and expansive chest, cresting at their salt and pepper beard and mustache, and settling on their sinful eyes. Eyes you had just been staring into moments before. It was Joel. Shock and something lustful coasted through you, sending a shiver of pleasure up your spine.

Joel’s face was inches from yours, his breathing mingling with your own, the heady scent of beer invaded your nostrils. His eyes dipped to your lips and then lazily dragged back to your eyes. His hands were resting on your hips, keeping you between the door and his body, caging you in.

“What’re you doing?”, you asked, swallowing thickly, trying to avoid his eyes.

“What’s it look like ‘m doing?”, he replied, his Southern drawl coming out as thick as honey, making your thighs snap together.

You shook your head gingerly, “Dunno...”.

His lips quirked up, a sinister smirk plastered on his face, “Turn around”. His voice was gruff and assertive, making you quiver at the tone.

You were stunned into silence, your mouth opening and closing like you were trying to catch flies, surprised by his forwardness.

“What—”, you started.

You couldn’t even catch your breath before Joel’s rough grip grabbed your arms, turning you around in his hold and pressing your front against the edge of the sink, basically bending you in half so that your ass was facing him, on full display.

“This fuckin’ dress”, he mumbled behind you, fisting the material and tugging it up, bunching it around your waist, leaving your ass bare save for your drenched thong. “Wanted to fucking rip it off of ya”.

You whined, pushing your ass toward him, your body completely under his spell, his raspy voice suddenly fulfilling every dirty fantasy you’d ever had about this man. It wasn’t as if he was unattractive by any stretch of the word, he was ruggedly attractive even.

Your mind couldn’t concentrate on your thoughts of how attractive Joel was before a stinging slap came down on your bare ass cheek. You craned your neck, as best you could, but you felt another quick sting, forcing you to remain in the position you were in.

“Fuck—”, you half-whined, half-mewled, both turned on and pissed off at the same time. “You can’t just—”.

Another slap, harder this time, causing your body to jolt and instinctively wiggle away from the pain.

“I can—”, Joel groaned, another full-palm slap on your ass, probably leaving a large, red imprint there. “And I will”.

Joel’s other hand was pressing down on your back, pushing your face further and further toward the porcelain sink that wasn’t as white as it probably had been once upon a time. It made your stomach revolt against you, the combination of cigarette ash and week-old vomit was not the most pleasant scent.

You felt Joel’s hand slip away from your ass, his fingers trailing over the back of your exposed legs, moving lower and lower. You attempted to look behind you again, his body not crowding you anymore.

When you did manage to sneak a peek, he was lowering himself onto his knees, spreading your legs farther apart by the back of your knees.

Your eyes went wide, “What- what are you doing, Mr. Miller?”.

Joel rolled his eyes, nipping at your sore ass cheek, causing you to jump. “So many goddamn questions”.

You muttered something incoherent, a protest of some sort, but Joel wouldn’t hear it, only ignoring you and continuing on his mission. He pulled your deep red thong to the side, the chilled air in the bathroom hitting your exposed clit deliciously.

“Mm, my favourite colour”, he groaned.

You shook like a leaf as you awaited what came next, feeling Joel’s harsh breath closing in on your pussy, the anticipation actually killing you. It was like a shock to your system, the feel of his warm mouth suctioning to your lips, sucking and licking like he had been deprived all this time.

Your hips pressed back into him, involuntarily chasing the sensation, the friction, the high. The brash feel of Joel’s beard tickled you, circling your entrance like a shark would its dinner. He licked along your folds, fucking his girthy tongue into your hole as he spread your cheeks further apart, stretching you painfully with the size of it.

You were a moaning mess, hands strangling the edge of the sink, as you held on for dear life. Searing pleasure gripped your lower stomach, throttling your insides as Joel picked up his pace, helping you to your orgasm.

It came over you suddenly and violently, making you shake as you clenched your eyes shut, rocking back into him as light burst behind your eyes, making your body sweat and tingle with the aftershocks.

You felt Joel move to stand, palming the flesh of your ass cheeks with both his hands as you took this opportunity to catch your breath. Your chest heaved as you lay virtually flat against the sink, your breasts squishing down painfully.

Lightheaded and completely fucked out, you hadn’t even been aware that Joel’s hands were on you again, manhandling you so that you were turned around, facing him. He roughly gripped the hem of your dress, yanking the material down, your breasts popping out of their constraints.

“D’you like what you saw earlier?”, Joel asked, his voice dropping an octave, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin. “Hmm? Was that sweet lil’ pussy weeping for me while I was getting blown?”.

Your mind was clouded, a fog settling over each neuron, slowing down your capacity to think and speak, let alone to respond to him. You nodded your head, moaning in his ear, rubbing your jaw along his own, scraping your skin over his patchy beard.

“Fuck”, he groaned, rutting his hardened bulge into your thigh, creating succulent friction for himself while you leaned back, taking it. “I almost blew my load when I saw that you were watching me, gettin’ off on seeing that”.

You dropped your head to his shoulder, your mind still stuck in that post-orgasm haze.

Joel gripped your chin in his fingers, tipping your head up so that your eyes were locked with his, “Eyes on me, darlin’. I ain’t finished with you yet”.

You nodded again, your breathing coming out rushed as you gulped down heaps of air, filling your lungs, eyes locked on Joel’s. Your lids were heavy, vision clouded as Joel leaned forward, lips grazing yours.

His teeth came down on your bottom lip, suddenly, making you yelp. The pressure was light, not as hard as you were expecting, not as hard as a part of you wanted. Joel groaned, his hands roaming all over you. Your hips, your stomach, your ass.

Your hands raked up and down Joel’s chest, steadying yourself with the feeling of the coarse material underneath your palms. Your gaze flicked down to his buttoned-up shirt, to the three buttons that were undone, the dense hair on his chest, stippled with grey and white.

He hummed, his chest rumbling below your fingers as you dipped them under his shirt, weaving through the loose curls, exploring the feel of him. His chest was solid, firm, strong, dependable. A strange wave of calm washed over you, igniting your confidence.

“No...”, you breathed, your chest heaving, pulling one raspy breath after another from your lungs, “I’m not finished with you yet”.

Joel’s eyes widened, his mouth parted, his tongue peeking out to swipe over his already glistening lips. A smirk tugged at the edge, his index finger slipping past your bottom lip. You opened wider, allowing his digit to slip into your mouth, the heedy taste of sweat and something sweeter settled on your tongue, your taste buds exploding with the tang of him.

“Is that so?”, Joel cooed, his voice dripping, oozing with unbridled desire.

He pushed his digit deeper into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat roughly. The intrusion was sudden, making your eyes snap shut as you tried your best to keep it together, to not give Joel the reaction he was looking for. But you gagged, all the same, drool pooling and dribbling out of the corner of your mouth.

You heard Joel click his teeth, a disappointed tsk coming from deep in his chest as he tried again, this time gripping your chin with his other hand, making sure you opened wide for him.

“Come on, you can do better than that...”, he mused, his middle finger accompanying his index, sliding them deeper and deeper down your throat, until you couldn’t do anything but take it, the will to fight against the shock to your system fading quickly. “Show Daddy how much you want to suck his cock”.

Your pussy began to thrum rapidly, your slick running down your inner thighs, making them sticky, making you even more of a mess than you already felt. You moaned around Joel’s fingers, sucking and bobbing your head along them as best as you could.

His hand dropped from your chin to rub at your peaked and sensitive nipples, playing with them, distracting you from what you were doing. It was maddening, the sensation, the tweaking, the way he chuckled under his breath when you stuttered around him, groaning every time you took him deeper.

He pinched your right nipple harder, twisting it, “Keep going, baby”.

That was all the reminder that you needed. You shifted your focus back, inhaling through your nose deeply, taking his fingers down more, more, more. Tears bubbled along your waterline, making your vision of Joel blurry, and unfocused.

Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, a thin line of your saliva still attaching you to him. Your attention was focused on the strand until it broke, your gaze sliding up Joel’s face, past his greying and patchy beard, his full, plump lips, and settling on his burning eyes.

“Are you ready for Daddy’s cock now? Hm?”, he asked, in an almost mocking tone.

You nodded, still a little dazed, still a little flustered. He grabbed your chin forcefully, his grip tight as he angled your head up, your eyes downcast as you kept them locked with his.

“Tell me you want it, darlin’”, Joel’s face was inches from yours, his lips so close that you could push up on your toes and kiss him, feel them against you, but you didn’t, not yet. “Tell me you need it”.

“I-I need it...”, you said, low. Joel’s brow raised, urging you to continue, “Daddy...”, you whined, your hips grinding into his thigh absentmindedly.

Joel nodded, his pupils blown out, gleaming with lust and dark intent. You watched as his hands dragged across his stomach, sliding down farther and farther, resting above his belt.

“Can I...”, you trailed off, preoccupied by his massive bulge, the way that it twitched in his jeans, practically punching a hole through them.

Joel smirked, “Yeah, go ahead, baby”. His breathing was stunted, coming out in shallow pants as he anticipated you finally touching him.

You reached out, hands dangling loosely on his hips, thumb rubbing along his zipper. You heard Joel’s breathing hitch above you, and you smirked. So, he was just as affected as you were... interesting.

Holding in a breath, you tentatively searched his eyes a last time, he nodded slightly, his eyes never leaving you. You sank to your knees, Joel’s hand darting out to grab your arm, stabilizing you as you lowered yourself fully.

You looked up at him through your full lashes, trapping him with your stare as you undid his jeans, slowly, with purpose. Your heart hammered in your chest, your mouth already filled with saliva as you awaited what you anticipated to be a huge cock.

You couldn’t believe that you were on your knees, wrestling with Joel’s belt as he stood over you, towering over you, when just the other day he was helping your Dad change the oil in your car.

Your Dad hadn’t been any the wiser to the way you had been ogling his neighbour and best friend the entire time. How you traced every bead of sweat that presented on his brow, how you watched intensely as his back muscles contracted under his plain black t-shirt every time he bent over the hood of the car, making you bite your lip as you imagined all the ways he could bend you over that hood and rail you into oblivion.

You had focused on his dirty fingers, how meticulous and deft they were as they tinkled with the fine parts inside of your car, how filthy they were, covered in inky black smears. You felt like you were in heat, completely turned on by normal, everyday things, something as simple as a man— who again, was old enough to be your Dad, helping your actual father tune up your car.

Pulling Joel’s zipper down, his black briefs hugged the shape of his cock, the fleecy material moulding his straining member beautifully. Your mouth watered at the sight, the size of him, the way that he smelled, even before you pulled him out of his underwear.

You couldn’t help yourself, you needed to taste him then, immediately. Your core fluttered as you inched forward, hands wrapping around his thick, sturdy thighs, your nose burying deep into his hardened flesh, inhaling his intoxicating scent. And it was intoxicating.

Your head was already swimming, your lips rubbing up and down his shaft, tongue licking his clothed cock. His musky soap took over your senses, the way his heavy scent settled over you, drawing you in deep, your tongue basically lapping at him now. Greedily, hungrily, shamelessly.

Joel’s hands dropped down to your hair, tangling in it. His hold was painful, bordering on brutal. You couldn’t handle it anymore, being so close and yet not close enough.

Your hands fumbled with the waistband of his underwear, dragging his pulsating cock out of them, feeling the weight of him in your hand. How warm and supple he was, how heavy and manly it was.

Wrapping your hand over him, feeling flesh on flesh, skin on skin, warmth flooded your core, arousal seeping from you again. Joel sharply inhaled a breath through his teeth, wincing when you took hold of him.

You looked up at him through lashed eyes, “What’s wrong?”.

Joel shook his head, “Cold”.

You snickered, rubbing your thumb over his slit, making his fists in your hair tighten significantly. In the low light, you could see a glob of something shimmering on his shaft, calling out to you. You took a closer look, realizing that it was lip gloss. Her lip gloss.

Your gut simmered and boiled as you inspected it, collecting it on your finger and wiping it off on his jeans, practically snarling as you did.

“She meant nothing, baby”, Joel said, his voice devolving into a groan when you slowly started stroking him.

You hummed, not completely satisfied with his answer but deciding to let it go for now. He wasn’t yours and you had no say over what or who he did. You tugged harder, angrier, even though you knew it was irrational to get upset over this.

“I can do it better”, you said, catching yourself off guard with your own words. Joel angled your head up, making you look at him.

“Show me then”, he mumbled, his eyes glazing over with desire as he watched you intently.

You sank down lower, face now level with his cock, fingers brushing against the wiry, short hair at the base. You inhaled deeply, inhaled the scent of him— sharp, masculine, heedy.

He was all man and he was all yours for the moment; his lips parted slightly, his eyes hooded as he looked down at you, his tongue darting out to run along his parched lips, watching you like a hawk, cementing to memory the image of you on your knees for him, his best friend’s little girl hungry for his cock, ready to gag on it and swallow down every bit of his seed until she was choking on it.

Joel’s cock pulsed under your touch, twitching with anticipation. Your lips quirked up at the edge, satisfied with his reaction to you, even though you hadn’t even started yet.

You leaned in, planting a sweet kiss on his tip, Joel’s hand flying to your hair, steadying himself as your tongue popped out, running along the underside of his shaft, the feeling so fucking delicious that he would have burst if he hadn’t tugged you away from his cock faster than you could suck him into your mouth.

“Stop... fucking teasing me...”, Joel breathed out, through clenched teeth, the pain in his voice making you giggle.

“Okay”, you conceded, rolling your eyes like the fucking brat that you were.

Joel loosed his grip on your hair significantly, and you pushed on, suckling at his tip, your tongue gliding over the head over and over again, effectively driving him insane— if his noises were any indication of that.

You took a deep breath through your nose and took more of him, hallowing out your cheeks, covering your teeth with your lips. Spit painted his cock, the smell mixing with the overwhelming scent that was already present in the bathroom.

You bobbed up and down on Joel’s cock, spurred on by the moans and broken grunts that were coming from him, your name and only your name spilling from his lips.

“God, you love this cock”, Joel mumbled, loud enough for you to hear, your pussy beginning to throb again. “Don’t ya?”.

You attempted to nod, opening your throat more for him to slide his length farther down.

“My little cock slut, huh?”, Joel grunted, his other hand joining the one that was already tangled in your hair, grabbing your head and shoving himself deeper down your throat.

You lost your rhythm, sputtering around him when you felt his tip hit the back of your throat. You closed your eyes, trying to breathe, but Joel wasn’t having any of it. He yanked hard, tipping your head up, your eyes glazed with tears.

“What did I say? Eyes on me”, he growled, taking over— taking charge of the situation. You gripped his thighs, holding on for dear life, as he used your mouth to get off, not caring in the slightest that you were running out of air.

Joel’s hips snapped violently as he pushed himself down your throat, groaning at the feel of it hugging his cock, squeezing it like he was fucking your pussy, fluttering every time you swallowed around him.

He grunted loudly, his tempo becoming stuttered, “What would your Daddy say? Hm? What would he say if saw you right now, your mouth stuffed full of my cock, makeup running down your cheeks?”.

You moaned around him, eliciting a pained groan from Joel, “Fuck, yeah, ‘s it... you’re doing so well for me”.

Tears were streaming down your cheeks, your eyes stinging as you blinked them away, swallowing around Joel’s cock periodically, trying to get him to cum.

He was close, you could feel it in the way that he was tensing up, his pace unsteady and rushed, head thrown back as he let the feeling wash over him. It was a sight to behold, your arousal leaking from you as you watched him.

A loud bang came from the other side of the bathroom door, some muffled shouting. Joel’s head snapped up at the intrusion, his thrusts becoming angrier each time he pulled out of you, only to shove back in harder.

The banging came again but this time Joel didn’t take his eyes off of you, didn’t want to miss how you reacted when he came down your throat.

“Want you to swallow it, darlin’. Don’t want you wasting a single drop”.

You hummed again, a hand reaching for his balls, massaging them in time with his thrusts. A loud grunt was all the warning that you got before Joel spilled his load down your throat, his seed hot as it pooled in your mouth, the taste salty and overwhelming to your senses.

You swallowed as much of him as you could, delighting in how he shuddered above you as he milked himself into your waiting and open mouth. He stepped back from you, tucking himself back into his jeans, running a hand through his sweat-slick curls.

A drop of his cum ran down your chin and you didn’t waste a second before you thumbed it, sticking the finger into your mouth and sucking it clean, a lewd pop emitting in the echoing bathroom when you were finished.

With a hand on the porcelain sink, you got to your feet, adjusting your dress and fixing your hair and makeup in the dirty mirror. You shrugged, not caring how you really looked, the club was dark enough that no one would be the wiser to what had just occurred. You hoped.

You turned to Joel who still had that look in his eye as he stared at you.

“What?”, you asked.

He shook his head, “Nothin’”. Another bang on the door, Joel’s head turned to the noise, his features darkening, “I’m going to knock their fuckin’ head off if they knock one more time”.

You walked to the door, patting Joel’s chest as you passed him, pulling it open. You stopped before you were all the way through, looking back at Joel.

You cleared your throat, your voice coming out raspier than usual, “See you around, Mr. Miller”.

You could have sworn that you saw a touch of a smile ghost his face, but you couldn’t be sure. You left the way you came, traversing the dark hallway and meeting up with your friend who was more than a little drunk.

You joined the group of them, dancing and grinding for hours. Maybe your night out wasn’t as bad as you had originally thought. You unconsciously scanned the dance floor— the club for the brooding neighbour you had a quickie with in the bathroom, but he was nowhere to be found.

You shrugged, only mildly disappointed that you were dancing with horny boys rather than the man who had made you see stars over and over again. But you smiled to yourself because you’d see him again, that was a guarantee, and maybe, just maybe he would need to help your Dad fix your car.

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sagesolsticewrites · 10 months ago

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religion's in your lips, the altar is my hips

in which Steve takes care of you after a bad day

- including but not limited to: praise kink, hair pulling, oral (f receiving), Steve lowkey being a service dom 👀

(this is. very self-indulgent. very veryyyyyy self-indulgent. you have been warned <3)

a/n: huuuge shoutout to @upsidedownwithsteve's (aka Emmy, Queen of Smutty Sunday <3) most recent smutty Sunday event for giving me inspiration to write my very first smutty fic! Obligatory disclaimer that yes, this is my very first smut fic ever, I am an ✨asexual virgin✨ please manage expectations accordingly, yada yada yada. Also so many hugs to my bestie Kenz @fangirl-imagines for looking this over before I posted it ☺️ Kenzie has some incredible fics, go support her y'all!

Word count: 2870

Warnings: THIS IS SMUT. MINORS BEGONE. 🔞

Please like/rb if you enjoyed! 🤍

You let yourself into your apartment with a sigh, shoulders relaxing the tiniest bit as you step over the threshold into your home and finally toe off your heels.

Bypassing the darkened kitchen and empty living room, you open the door to your bedroom, where you knew you’d find a shirtless Steve in the middle of his post-work ritual of playing some game on his computer.

He looks up as you enter, face brightening with a smile as he greets you.

“Hey baby, how was—”

In lieu of an answer, you flop face first onto the bed with a groan.

You can hear the smile fade from his voice as he hisses sympathetically, “That bad, huh?”

You lift your chin so it’s propped up on the pillow as you explain your terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day.

“You know that project that Marie was working on? She asked me for help on it, and I gave her some pointers, but she said she still wasn’t really understanding it so I ended up having to do all of it for her. And she’ll probably take all the credit for it, too.” You grumble, rolling your eyes, “And we had that meeting with our new clients, and my boss basically volun-told me to take notes for it, even though that’s really the liason’s job, and then she criticized me for not taking as detailed notes as Lauren even though that’s literally Lauren’s job! And she was there, she could’ve taken the notes, I don’t even—”

You shake your head in exasperation, shifting topics, “And then I didn’t even have time for lunch because Sara wanted me to help train the interns, and…” You end your rant with a groan, letting your face drop back into the pillow. “‘M just. So tired.”

“Sweetheart…” Steve’s voice turns soft as the pillow underneath your head, and he gets up from his spot at the desk to climb onto the bed, pulling you into his arms.

You curl into him instinctively, your head finding that space in the crook of his neck that feels like it was made for you personally, one hand coming up to toy with the curls at the nape of his neck, tracing patterns along the freckles and moles dotted along his skin.

“What can I do to help, honey?” Your boyfriend asks, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Jus’ wanna… I dunno, just. Stop.” You mumble against his shoulder, shrugging and curling further into him.

He hums in understanding, grabbing the hand that’s currently drawing invisible hearts around the moles near his collarbone and pressing a kiss to the back of it.

“You’ve been doing so much for everyone today,” he murmurs, voice layered with understanding and adoration as he leans in and peppers tiny kisses over your forehead, your nose, your eyelids, and you relax even more as his voice washes over you, “Worked so hard.”

He pulls you closer, scattering kisses all over as you finally release all the tension you’ve been holding, letting out a sigh and shifting in his arms to face him. You don’t realize you’re straddling him until you’re pressed nearly flush against him, his arms wrapped securely around your waist.

His lips brush over every part of your face, down to your neck and then back up as you become putty in his hands, murmuring soft words of praise to you the whole time.

“You just need to stop working now, huh? Need to stop thinking,” His lips draw a path to your ear, where he whispers, “need to let someone else do all the work, huh, baby?”

A shiver runs down your spine, constantly in awe of the power just his voice has over you. His hand settles on your hip, a comforting, grounding weight while his other hand brushes a strand of hair back from your forehead. His lips work their way back down over your cheek, stopping to hover just over yours, mouths brushing together as he murmurs in a voice like silk, “Is that what you want, honey? Want me to take care of you?”

Warm chocolate eyes meet yours, soft, caring, always ensuring he has your consent before he does anything.

At your near-imperceptible nod, he drags his hand up to cup your chin, thumb dragging along your bottom lip.

“Need your words, pretty girl.”

“Yes,” you breathe, and that’s all the confirmation he needs to surge up and capture your lips with his.

As you brace yourself on his shoulders, his hands move to the thin strip of exposed skin where your shirt has ridden up. Your kisses become hungrier, ignoring your need for oxygen in favor of Steve’s plush, kiss-swollen lips, and he slowly drags up the hem of your shirt, breaking the kiss briefly to get your permission.

At your eager nod, your shirt is off and tossed to some corner of the room, his mouth eagerly on yours once more.

You can feel exactly how much he’s enjoying this through his sweats, and you instinctively begin to rock in his lap, dragging your increasingly damp core over his.

His hands grip your hips, the familiar feeling sending a thrill through you… but rather than guiding your movements like he normally would, he holds them still.

You pull away, brow furrowed, but before you can voice your confusion, he flips you onto your back, moving to hover over you in one smooth movement.

“I told you,” he murmurs against your lips in a tone that sends a pulse of scorching heat to your core, “I’m doing all the work, sweetheart.”

The whimper you let out is muffled by his lips on yours once more, his wandering hands and hungry kisses making short work of turning you into a moaning, gasping mess.

“Steve,” you whine out his name as his lips travel down to your neck, and you can feel his smile against the hollow of your throat before he returns to licking and sucking dark patches into your skin, the occasional use of his teeth making delicious shivers shoot up your spine.

“What is it, sweetheart?” He mumbles against your skin, trailing his lips along your collarbone. His eyes meet yours, a mischievous twinkle mixed with the searing heat in them turning you molten as he asks, “What do you need?”

Unable to find the words, your hand finds his hair instead — God, that hair — and begins pushing him down towards where you really want him.

“‘M gettin’ there, honey, I promise,” he grins, pausing your efforts to press a kiss to the valley between your breasts, “Lemme take my time and I promise it’ll be worth it, ok?”

He reaches up to toy with the strap of your bra— a simple nude thing you could get away with wearing under a white shirt at work— a questioning look in his eyes answered by a furious nod from you.

He makes short work of the clasp, and that really should not be as hot as it is, but— oh who are you kidding, even his breathing is insanely hot right now.

You throw your head back as he presses kisses all over your chest, mumbling against your skin the whole time about how pretty you are, just gorgeous sweetheart, God, I can’t believe I get to do this for you…

Your head goes deliciously fuzzy with the praise, and you can’t quite form words so all you can do when he takes your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it for good measure, is let out a keening “Ohhh” and instinctively tighten your grip on his hair.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Steve groans, the noise sending heat racing through your body, and you grin knowing you were the one to elicit it, “You sound fucking incredible.” He murmurs more praise as he turns his attention to your other nipple, giving it just as much attention and eliciting more gasps and moans and whines from you before he continues his journey south.

You lift your head and watch as Steve Harrington fucking beams when he reaches your stomach, your pouch poking out slightly more than you’d like over the waistband of your jeans.

He meets your eyes, his own swimming with sincerity as he begins to scatter kisses over your midsection.

“You”

Kiss

“Are”

Kiss

“Fucking”

Kiss

“Stunning”

Kiss

When it seems like he’s covered every single inch of your exposed skin in kisses, remaining stubbornly focused on your torso when what you really want is for him to be significantly lower, he meets your eyes as he plays with the waistband of your jeans, once again wordlessly asking your permission.

And once again, your furious nodding is all the consent he needs to peel your jeans off and toss them away.

“Sweetheart.” He breathes, wide eyes on where your jeans once were, “Honey. Baby. Are you trying to kill me?” He says in a strangled voice at the sight of your simple lacy panties in a deep, wine-purple color— a color Steve once drunkenly confessed was his favorite, though he told anyone who asked he preferred red.

You bite your lip in an attempt to contain your grin, “I thought you might like those.”

“Like them?” He murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to your inner thigh, looking up through lidded eyes to meet your gaze as his own darkens, “I never wanna see you in anything else again.”

Your toes curl, and your breaths become shallow in anticipation as he scatters slow kisses all along your inner thighs, carefully spreading them apart, stopping when he gets to the edge of the purple lace.

He holds your gaze, gauging your reaction as instead of pulling them down over your hips to toss to yet another corner of the room, he simply…

Pulls.

The lace.

To the side.

You barely have time to let out a quiet, shaky, “Oh my God,” at the ravenous look on Steve’s face before his mouth is on you and you forget how to think, you forget how to breathe, you forget everything except Steve.

Let it be known: Steve Harrington knew how to eat a girl out.

He licks a thick, fat stripe up your center, gathering the moisture collected there before darting up to flick at your clit, an action that has you gripping the sheets like a lifeline, a stuttering moan that sounds vaguely like your boyfriend’s name escaping from your lips. His arms hook around your thighs, pulling you close in an attempt to keep your hips grounded, and he continues a few more passes of the same lick, flick pattern until you’re a writhing mess underneath him, his current strategy both too much and not enough.

He pauses just long enough to meet your eyes, pressing a single kiss to your clit that sends a jolt of pleasure up your spine, before diving in.

His tongue finds your entrance with ease, the way his nose pushes through the thatch of wiry hair to nudge at your clit providing extra stimulation as he makes short work of making you fall apart. His tongue swirls through your folds as he lets out a languid moan at your taste.

“So fuckin’ good for me, sweetheart.” He mumbles against your core, “So perfect, lettin’ me take care of you. This is all you needed, huh?” His eyes flick up to meet yours as you shudder and moan underneath him, struggling to keep your eyes on him.

He licks another languid path through your folds, savoring your taste, before continuing, his voice muffled as he licks and sucks at your entrance “Jus’ needed me to give you a break, needed me to tell you it’s okay to turn off your brain and jus’—” Steve punctuates his last words by wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking gently “—be a good girl for me.”

The combination of stimulation to your clit and Steve’s words has your hips arching off the bed, despite your boyfriend’s best efforts to keep you still. You can feel him grin against you and let out a dark chuckle at the moan you let out at his last words in particular, the way your hand tightens and pulls at his hair all the evidence he needs.

Still, he asks you, though he doesn’t quite expect a coherent response.

“Aw, sweetheart. You like it when I call you a good girl? You like bein’ a good girl for me?” He purrs in a voice like syrup, lips still brushing your folds.

“Fuck, I— yes, Stevie,” you whine brokenly, gently gripping his hair in an attempt to bring him closer to where you want him, whimpering softly, “Stevie please.”

“I know, baby, I know,” he murmurs, scattering kisses frustratingly just outside your core, “Jus’ trust me, I gotcha.”

You resist the urge to move, to just grab him and put him where you want him, even as you let out a frustrated whine.

Just as your patience is about to run out, you feel him smirk against you before diving back in, holding your legs apart as he sloppily licks and sucks at your entrance, his tongue diving deep inside you.

You let out a gasping moan as he attacks your core, practically clawing at his hair in an attempt to pull him impossibly closer, your brain going fuzzy and then melting entirely when you hear the endless praise falling from his lips as he eats you out.

“So good for me sweetheart, just perfect— shit, do you have any idea how good you taste?” He groans against you, his thumb coming up to gently circle your clit as his other hand moves to splay flat over your hips, holding you as still as he can, “Could do this all fuckin’ day, god you’re amazing sweetheart—”

Then he clamps his lips around your clit and moans, and you’re fairly certain you’re going to die of pleasure, both your hands flying to grip his hair and yank as your back arches off the bed, your head falling back against the pillows, mouth open to let out a high, keening moan.

When you come back to your body, Steve is back to gently licking through your folds, and your hands claw at him, needing him to be closer.

“Steve,” you whine, “Stevie please, ‘m so close, I jus’— I need— please, baby.”

As your words turn into incoherent moans and pleas, Steve is quick to assure you, thumb returning to playing with your clit as he mumbles against you, “I know, honey, I know what you need and ‘m gonna give it to you, I promise. Been so good for me today, taken such good care of everyone, now it’s your turn, ‘m gonna make you feel so, so fuckin’ good, baby—”

He dives into you once more, thumb rhythmically circling your clit as his tongue hits every spot inside you in a pattern that has you turning to liquid underneath him, your legs hooking together behind his back to keep him right there, and your vision goes white as Steve brings you towards your release.

You let out a cry as you hit your climax, and Steve dutifully guides you through your orgasm, murmuring soft praises the whole time.

“Such a good girl for me,” he murmurs as he pulls away, mouth glistening and pupils dilated wide. Your hand cards through his soft brown waves, chest heaving as you catch your breath. Steve brushes gentle kisses to your inner thigh, your hipbone, your stomach, following a path up to capture your lips with his own, swallowing the contented sigh you let out.

He pulls away, meeting your gaze with a smile as he pecks your nose.

“Feelin’ better?”

You hum contentedly, “Much.” Your thumb comes up to stroke his cheek as you pointedly glance down, “What about you?”

Steve lets out a mock-annoyed groan, forehead coming down to rest on your shoulder.

“Baby, we just went over the whole thing about you not needing to take care of everyone.”

He lifts his head, meeting your gaze, “Seriously, though,” he presses a kiss to your cheek, rolling to lay next to you and pulling you into his chest, “I’m fine. This was about you, and I’m so glad I could help take care of you for once.”

You cup his cheek, turning his face to yours. You hope he can see every sincere, tender thought in your expression as you simply say, “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart. You know that.” He murmurs in response, lips quirking up into a small smile as he turns to press a quick kiss to your palm.

“So,” he says, fingers stroking through your hair, nudging your eyes closed, “nap time and then appetizer dinner? We’ve got mozzarella sticks and some chicken tenders I can throw in the oven.”

You grin, despite already being half-asleep, “That sounds perfect.”

You can feel his smile as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“I love you most.”

“I love you infinity.”

“I love you infinity plus one”

“I love you—”

“Alright, let’s call it a tie, babe.”

Tagging a couple friends! Hi besties @austin-butlers-gf @sassy-ahsoka-tano @dontbesussis

#steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things smut #my writing #sage writes

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guppybibi · 3 months ago

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𖦹 pairing: John ‘Soap’ MacTavish x fem!reader

𖦹 content: Crack & fluff, not proofread, ooc i think

𖦹 notes: more self indulgent fics, posted this later than expected

The phrases “I’m hungry” or “I’m starving" will practically be non-existent to you once you get together with John. You, his missus, hungry? Oh we just can't have that, that's as bad as the world getting striked by a humongous meteor! He needs to make sure his beloved missus is well fed, what kind of husband is he if otherwise?

Don't even move, he's already mixing up a bunch of different ingredients to make some sort of Scottish concoction that's usually either a hit or miss for your personal taste. The next second, you're getting a spoonful of whatever he made stuffed in your mouth.

So when he sees you reject the airplane of food whooshing towards your mouth, a baffled look is on his face. He swore he heard your stomach grumble, he's positive! “Urr ye nae hungry, bonnie? Ah swear ah heard yer tummy rumbling.” He gulped, setting the bowl and utensils aside and going right over next to you.

“I’m alright, not hungry today.” You snappily reply, as if a worm was in your brain telling you to chop-chop. Turning your head over to the TV, you leave Johnny to purse his lips in disapproval. Did you not like the food he made? No, you would've directly told him that. His mind starts to wander, like it was on an adventure to find out what was wrong. Though the grumbling of your stomach pulls him out of his thoughts, alerting the big red ‘worry’ button in his mind.

“Did ah dae somethin’ wrong?” He quizzes, nuzzling his face into your neck. The feeling of his warm breath fanning against your neck making you twitch a bit, but not enough to water down your fiery anger. “You ate the last pudding cup, John MacTavish.” You answer straightforwardly, looking at him right in the eye. Uh ohh..This wasn't good. If he was afraid of anything it wouldn't be guns and explosions, (Though he still flinches at the sound of fireworks sometimes, don't tell anyone that. It's confidential information.) it’d be his angry missus.

“O-oh..did ah, bonnie?” His voice faltering, the sweat beading at his forehead betraying him as it clearly showed his nervousness at the moment. “Don't act stupid, MacTavish! I saw the plastic cup in the bin!” You shout back in an accusatory tone, your brows furrowing while you point at him. If he was a puppy, his ears would be down right now. You could even visualize it, with the way he was pouting his lips in guilt there was no doubt about it.

“C’mon i’m sorry, bonnie..i didnae mean tae eat it, 'twas in th' fridge fur lik' a week.” He apologizes sincerely, gentle eyes all over you. “Ah thought ye didnae waant it anymair.” His expression and tone was making it hard for you to stand your ground, it was blowing out the burning wick of the candle that existed at the back of your mind.

“Forgive me, please?” The Scot pleads, noticing that you were giving in. It was the perfect time to start using the puppy eyes on you. You couldn't stay mad at him for long, even if you wanted to. “Fine..” And with that, he's all over you. Kissing every region of your face affectionately, he really was like a puppy. You could imagine a fluffy little tail wagging right now.

“Ah promise tae buy ye mair puddin..” He was for sure going to keep that promise.

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thearcherstankatsuki · 4 months ago

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please please please. - jo togame.

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my first post! this is just small drabble! based off please please please by sabrina carpenter aksksjsks. hope u like this!

warnings: fluffy, reader is a nerd lolol, me pushing the nerd x scary jock/delinquent agenda because!!, protective togame <3

ps this is kinda ooc i think…let me daydream pls. walk with me

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no because. imagine being jo togame’s girlfriend. you’re sweet and smart and logical, and it’s an actual mystery as to how you two got together.

he’s the second in command of shishitoren and you’re scoring near-perfect averages at the end of every semester. he kicks ass with his fists and you do it using cue cards and super cute pens.

so just imagine trying to get his ass to behave. your boyfriend is laid-back, practically careless (that isn’t to say he doesn’t love you or care about you; no one should EVER doubt him on such a thing) but he can be possessive. so much so that it becomes a theatrical production every time he finds himself needing to defend your honour.

you’re following him around the house after he makes a casual remark about one of the guys who likes to hit on you being dead meat the next time he sees him, and you’ve got your head in your hands begging him not to interfere.

he just shrugs, kisses your forehead, and walks past you. “ain’t my fault that asshole don’t know my girl’s taken. lemme handle it, princess.”

and you fold. because. HOW COULD YOU NOT.

or or or your teacher is being annoying. you’ve worked harder than anyone else but she won’t give you full marks under stupid excuses like “your paragraph wasn’t detailed enough.” and your boyfriend doesn’t even need to be TOLD that you were looking slightly gloomy at lunch before you get a call back up to your class, and your teacher reluctantly grumbles that she gave you your credit where credit is due.

cue a smiling togame in the back as he waves at your teacher teasingly, then scratches his nose with his middle finger and wraps an extremely muscular arm around your shoulder as he walks you back to lunch.

anyways. give me a togame PLEASEEE PLEASEEE PLEASEEE

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#jo togame #togame jo x reader #wind breaker x reader #wind breaker #togame jo

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thetriumphantpanda · 1 year ago

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Come Away With Me | Joel & Tommy Miller (Monday)

Summary | Day One of your trip to the lake house with Joel and you can't keep your hands off each other. It's all about making up for lost time.

Warnings | Fluff, 2(3?) lovesick fools, mentions of food and alcohol, explicit smut, breeding kink, oral sex (F & M Receiving), unprotected PiV sex (We can't all have a sexy Joel Miller to make us pregnant, please wrap it up), talk of UTI's (Honestly, not worth it, PEE AFTER SEX PLEASE), as always, Tommy kinda getting cucked and Joel just being Joel.

Word Count | 5.1K

Authors Note | The love that this series has received already, without me even posting a chapter has been overwhelming and I am so grateful to you all for being so enthusiastic about this. This little trio means more to me than you can ever imagine and I'm so incredibly happy to be able to bring them back to you. I would love to know what you think about this first instalment, so please leave your comments, reblogs and my ask box is always open if you want to scream about this with me. If you enjoyed this then please consider leaving me a tip on my Ko-Fi here.

SEASON TWO OF TRIAL & ERROR. Read the first instalment here (This probably won't make sense without it.)

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

You press a kiss to Joshua’s forehead as he keeps his hands around Tommy’s leg. He’s four now, toddling about, like a perfect little human, and still, whenever you see him, your chest swells with happiness and love in a way you didn’t think would still be possible.

“You be good for daddy, okay?” You smile, ruffling the hair on top of his head, before bending down to his height, opening your arms for him to fall into as he hugs you, “I’ll be back soon, I promise, and I’ll call every day.”

A whole week away from your baby boy was daunting. You don’t think you’ve ever spent longer than twenty-four hours without him, but you know he’s in good hands. His dad knows what he’s doing, you’re not worried.

Tommy has picked Joshua up into his arms, the little boy clutching onto the collar of his shirt as he leans down to lock his lips with yours. You smile into his kiss, letting your hands drop to his waist to pull him a little closer to you.

“You make sure you give the old man a run for his money, okay?” He smirks when he pulls away, hand running over your hair.

“He’ll wish he hadn’t come up with idea.” You whisper back, one last chaste kiss to Tommy’s lips and Joshua’s head.

“You ready?” Joel asks from across the truck, sliding into the driver’s side.

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

Joel is nervous. He very rarely feels like this in his older age, especially when it comes to speaking to Tommy. They’ve grown up together, he basically helped raise him, had countless awkward conversations with him, including the one that got him here in the first place, waiting patiently for his birthday so he can steal away his girl and have one night with her all to himself, but he’s still nervous.

It's the end of summer, Sarah will be leaving for college in the next few days, dead set on becoming a doctor, so Joel’s decided the only way to celebrate his little girl going off and doing what neither he nor his brother could do, and to ease the impending loneliness he’s going to feel at having this big house all to himself, is a cookout. He’s fed everyone, spent time keeping Joshua amused so you and Tommy can eat in peace, and now, a few beers in, he thinks he’s ready.

He walks down to Tommy, who is cleaning the grill off, listening to the sounds of you and Sarah chasing Joshua around his garden, trying to tire him out. He puts his hand on Tommy’s shoulder and squeezes and they share a smile between them.

“You alright, brother?” Tommy asks, brushing down the last of the grill.

“I’m good,” Joel replies simply, “But I have something to ask you, a favour.”

“Anythin’ for you brother.” He smiles, setting down his cleaning tools and picking up his beer.

“I know we never discussed it, between us, but what happens between me and her, it makes me happy, y’know?”

Tommy’s smile gets bigger, and Joel knows that because it’s all his brother has ever wanted for him, to be happy, and he doesn’t think he’s ever been so grateful for the man in front of him.

“I know second time around it’s takin’ longer than we’d all like,” Joel sighs, you’d all been trying for months for the second baby – people had told you second time around was easier, but whoever decided that was a damn liar, “I just wondered, y’know, ‘cause she’s stressed and all, whether I could take her away?”

“Take her away?” Tommy asks, eyebrow cocked with his lips on the bottle of beer.

“Not from you,” Joel stutters, “Just for a week, somewhere quiet, I don’t know, the lake or somethin’, just see if her relaxin’ might help things.”

“Where were you thinkin’?” Tommy asks.

“I’ve been lookin’ and there are some nice places up in Colorado,” He rubs the back of his neck, not wanting to admit to his brother that he’s trawled the internet late at night trying to find somewhere he can afford, that in his mind he has it all planned out, “Close enough that we can get back if anything happens with Josh.”

“I don’t know that she’ll get the time from work, Joel,” Tommy sighs, “It ain’t that I don’t want her to go, I know she’d love the time away, but she’s pressed.”

Joel turns around and follows Tommy’s eyeline, you’re sitting on the grass with your back against the veranda, watching as Sarah plays with Joshua a little further away. Your head is leant back against the wood and Joel can tell you’re exhausted. A full time job, plus being a mother, whilst Joel’s got Tommy working longer and longer hours so they can finally get their business off the ground properly.

“When was the last time she was anythin’ but a mother?” Joel asks, turning back to his brother, “Come on brother,” He pleads, “We can give her a break, give her the chance to be just her again,” Then he decides to sweeten the deal, “I’ll even give you the week off work.”

“You really don’t have to beg me Joel,” Tommy insists with a smile, “If she can get the time off work, then you can have her.”

You’re three hours into the drive. Joel has insisted he can make it in one go, with a few comfort breaks on the way, despite it being a twelve-hour drive, but you’re not going to argue with him. He’s well and truly in charge this week and you’re more than happy to relinquish control to him. It’s nice, having someone else worry about you, whether you’ve got enough snacks to keep you going, whether you need to stop to use the bathroom, whether you need to close your eyes and take a nap, as opposed to you worrying about doing that for your son.

Joel is tapping his hands on the steering wheel. Sarah had made him a mixtape before she left, supposedly full of the songs they used to listen to in the car together, though you can’t imagine Joel had allowed much Taylor Swift judging by how fast he was to press skip when the familiar sounds of Teardrops On My Guitar started playing through the truck. He’s just finished singing along to Bon Jovi, a smile on his face as he looks at you.

“I love your voice,” You smile, running your fingers lightly up the arm that is resting near you, his warm palm on your thigh as he drives, “It’s not too late y’know, to make it big with your guitar.”

He snorts but with a smile on his face, “I was never any good at bein’ on stage, always got choked up and froze,” He turns his head to you a little, “I’m happy to just save my singin’ for you.”

The CD he’s got playing skips to the next song and the sounds of Destiny’s Child’s Survivor start filling the car. Joel is already moving to press skip so you grip hold of his wrist.

“Don’t you dare,” You warn, “This is such a good song.”

“Sweetheart, come on, you don’t really wanna listen to it.”

You chuckle at him, “You’ve listened to everything you wanted, just give me this one song.”

“If I’m lettin’ you listen to this,” He growls, “Then you’re gonna owe me.”

“Is that right?” You play coy, “And what do you deem suitable payment for a single Destiny’s Child song?”

You watch his face, still trained straight ahead on the highway, but with that smirk that you always love to see from him. It means he’s thinking something filthy and filthy Joel is something you simply cannot get enough of. You watch as his eyes meet yours momentarily and then drop to his lap. If you hadn’t been so focused on his face, you’d have missed it, but your eyes trail down his body where you can already see him growing in his jeans.

You lean back in your seat, nodding to yourself, “Joel Miller, grown man, wants me to suck his cock whilst he drives, just like a horny teenager.”

He brings a hand to the back of your neck and squeezes, trying to gently drag you forward, “I’ve waited a fuckin’ year to have you to myself, pretty girl,” He speaks lowly, “Didn’t think I was gonna wait for a bed, did you?”

You chuckle but move to undo your seatbelt. He keeps his hand resting on the back of your neck, but it’s gentle. He doesn’t pull you towards him, just waits for you to set your own pace. You reach across the console of the truck with your hand, palming him through his jeans, reveling in the way his head tips back and he lets a long sigh fall from his lips.

“You missed me, huh?” You tease, bringing your fingers up to the button on his jeans, you should have known he had something planned when he turned up without his belt on.

“You seriously askin’ me if I missed you?” He asks as you pop the button and drag his zipper down slowly.

You lean over, lips pressing a chaste kiss to the scruff on his jaw, “Boost my ego, Joel Miller,” You whisper into his ear as your hand sneaks underneath the waistband of his underwear, “Tell me how much you missed me.”

He lifts his hips for you a little so you can shuck his jeans down just enough to pull his cock out. You lean over, Joel’s wide palm still resting at the nape of your neck as you fist him, running your hand up and down his length. If you were a stronger woman you’d tease him, but you’re as desperate for him as he is for you, so you bring your mouth right to him, swirling your tongue over his tip, lapping up the drops of pre-cum that are waiting for you.

Your wrap your lips around him and swallow him down as far as you can take him without him hitting the back of your throat, using your hand to pump the length your mouth doesn’t reach, swirling your tongue around him as you pull your mouth back up.

“God fuckin’ damn, babygirl,” Joel groans above you, hand tangling in your hair as you continue to bob your head up and down on him, “You’ve done this before.”

It strikes you in this moment that in the four or so years you and Joel have been together like this, he’s never once let you put your mouth on him like this. Before Joshua, he had always been hyper focused on your pleasure, whether you felt good, and in the years since, in those few short hours you had together, he’d never once asked for it, had stopped you when you tried, he’d only ever come for you when he was fucking you.

You sneak your hand lower, cupping his heavy balls in the palm of your hand as you take him further down your throat. The added sensation of your hand has him bucking his hips up into your mouth enough that you have to pull away from him, coughing and spluttering.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” He worries, taking his hand from your head, “Are you okay?”

“Focus on the road, Miller,” You demand, moving to get right back down to business, “If I choke to death on your cock that’s my business.”

“Kinda hard to focus on the road when I’m seconds away from filling your mouth, pretty girl.” You can hear the strain in his voice as you start working his cock again, pulling off only long enough to reply.

“That’s what I want,” You whisper, “You gonna come down my throat Joel?”

“That what you want?” He grunts from above you.

“Wanna taste you.”

“Well pretty girl, you just keep goin’ and I’ll give you what you want.”

He stays true to his word, and after a few short minutes, he’s gripping a fistful of your hair, breathing your name out, as his cum spreads across your tongue. Salty, masculine, musky, but distinctly Joel, and you think from this moment on you might be hooked on the taste of him.

You pull back up, sitting back in your seat, Joel turning his head to watch you as you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out just enough to show him what he’s given you. Then, you close your mouth and swallow every last drop, wiping the small amount that had gathered in the corner of your lips back into your mouth.

“Jesus,” Joel breathes, “You’re somethin’ else, baby.”

It’s late evening by the time you and Joel arrive at the lake house. It’s dark so you can’t properly take in your surroundings, but it’s peaceful and quiet, and when you step out of the truck, it smells different. The smell of pine and fresh water fills your senses and it’s at this moment you realise you really needed this – a break away from the suburbs and the city you’re so used to.

You make a simple dinner of chicken and roasted vegetables, washed down with lukewarm beer that hadn’t had a chance to properly chill. Joel insists on doing the dishes, silently cursing he didn’t pick a cabin with a dishwasher. The more time he has to spend washing up, the less time he can spend buried deep inside you, which is what he wants most right now. He’s hungrier for you than he’s ever been, you having refused his offer to pull off the highway so he could return the favour earlier.

You’ve taken two fresh beers from the fridge outside with you. He can see you sitting on the small swing seat on the porch, taking small sips of your drink as you wait for him. You’re on the phone to Tommy, letting him know you arrived safely and then he can hear your voice change as you speak to Joshua – more high-pitched than normal. The conversation doesn’t last long, Tommy clearly needing to put Joshua down to sleep, so you’re hanging up the phone in no time. He notices you shiver through the window, so he digs out one of his flannels from his bag that hasn’t made it to the bedroom and takes it out with him, draping it across your shoulders. He takes a seat next to you, his thigh touching yours, as you hand him his beer.

“I bet this view will be beautiful tomorrow.” You muse, taking another sip of your drink.

“I don’t know,” He speaks back softly, looking at you, “It’s pretty perfect to me already.”

You can feel your face grow hot at the compliment, but you smile. Joel drapes his arm across the back of the bench, and you automatically shuffle in closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder as his hand trails up and down your arm.

“So, how have you really been in that house without Sarah these past few weeks?” You ask, hand coming to rest on his thigh.

“It’s been strange,” He answers honestly, “But I’m so proud of her, my little girl training to be a doctor.”

Your heart swells because you’re pretty fucking proud of her as well. She’d worked so hard to get into medical school the past few years, finally settling on what it was that she wanted to do, and you have no doubt that she’s going to find some incredible medical breakthrough during her career.

“Still don’t know where she got her brains from,” He grumbles, “Sure as hell ain’t from the side me and Tommy got ours.”

You swat your hand to his thigh, “What have I told you about being kind to yourself?” You chastise, earning a low laugh from him, “Don’t sell yourself short, you started your own business Joel, not everyone can do that.”

He nods, but you think it’s more to placate you than understanding his worth, but you decide to let it lie, “You know, she’s not far from here,” You offer, “If you wanted, you could go and see her.”

“I’d like that,” He smiles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “I’ll call her tomorrow, gonna have to think of a white lie as to why I’m all the way out here though.”

“I’m sure if we put our heads together, we can think of something.”

It’s silent for a while between you. Listening to the wind rustle the leaves on the trees is soothing. Pair that with Joel’s gentle tracing up and down your arm, and the way he’s slowly rocking the swing with his foot on the ground, and you’re almost ready to fall asleep.

“Hey Joel,” You whisper, leaning your head up towards him, he answers with a hum of acknowledgement, “You wanna take me to bed?”

He leans down, pressing his lips softly to your own, “I thought you’d never ask.”

You stand, extending your hand to his, which he takes, letting you lead him back inside. Because he’s used to it, the routine of checking the locks at home, he makes sure he double checks all the doors are locked before letting you take hold of his hand again and lead him down the small hallway, into the master bedroom at the end.

The bed is huge, white sheets resting on top, with plump pillows at the end. If it wasn’t for Joel’s hands on your hips and his lips on your neck, you’d be focused on falling into it and going straight to sleep. He’s walking you forward, trailing wet kisses down the expanse of your neck, then he turns you once your knees hit the foot of the bed.

He brings his palms to your face, cradling it in his hands as he leans down, pressing those soft, plush lips to your own. You bring your arms to wrap around his shoulders, pressing yourself up on your tiptoes as his arms wrap around your waist, pulling your body flush to his broad frame as he opens his mouth, tongue licking into your own mouth as he deepens your kiss. It’s the first time he’s kissed you since last year, both of you having some form of silent agreement with each other that Tommy doesn’t need to see that. He see’s everything else you do when you’re together, when he’s watching his brother fill you up, this here, when Joel kisses the very breath from your lungs, this is just for the two of you.

With his mouth still latched to yours, he uses his hands to push his flannel from your shoulders, before he reaches down and tugs your own shirt from where it was tucked into your jeans. He takes his time, unbuttoning it one notch at a time, until that too is pushed from your shoulders. You don’t even realise he’s undone the button on your jeans until he’s pushing them down your hips – too focused on the way his mouth tastes.

“Sit down, pretty girl,” He whispers, dropping to his knees, “Been drivin’ me wild all day,” His hands trail up your legs, parting them in front of his face when you perch on the edge of the bed, “Thinkin’ about you all wet down here, after you sucked my cock.”

He runs his thumb over the front of your panties, tracing the seam of your pussy, which has indeed been completely soaked for him since you sucked him off. He presses his mouth, wet and hot, against the delicate skin of your thigh as you let your head drop back and a sigh to escape your mouth. His mouth comes to rest between the crook of your thigh, where the seam of your underwear is, and you think he might just pull them to the side and give you what you want, but instead, he starts a trail of kisses from the opposite knee, moving slowly up your other thigh until you’re squirming for him.

“Don’t tease me,” You beg, running a hand through the curls on his head, “Make me feel good, Joel.”

“This what you want, pretty girl?” He asks, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, dragging them off you when you lift yourself off the bed a little, “Want my mouth here?”

His thumb runs up the seam of your pussy, the friction without the barrier of your panties delicious now. You spread your legs for him, heels resting on the bottom of the bed, baring your spread, aching cunt for him. His palms are resting on the inner part of your thighs now as he leans in, lips pressing a single chaste kiss to your clit.

“Fuck,” You breathe out, chasing the feel of his lips as he pulls away, you almost whine until you feel him push one of his delightfully thick fingers straight into your weeping pussy, “Fuck Joel, holy shit.”

He’s grinning up at you like the devil when you look down, pulling his finger out all the way before slipping it into his mouth to clean it off, “You been this wet all day?” He asks, thumb moving to gather the slick at your entrance to drag to your clit, moving in featherlight movements.

“Y-yes,” You manage to choke out, “This is what you do to me.”

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he puts his face right back where you want it, tongue licking a firm, wide strip from your weeping hole and up to your clit, using the tip of his tongue to place precise flicks on your swollen bundle of nerves. He’s so fucking good with his mouth it actually hurts. He’s managed to learn exactly how you like it, what combination of moves with his mouth and the addition of his fingers bring you over the edge the fastest and that’s exactly what he’s doing right now. He slips two of his fingers back inside you, curling them straight up into that spot within you that makes you cry, lips sucking your clit into his mouth whilst his tongue still moves perfectly across you.

“God fucking damn it, Joel,” You cry, fingers tugging at his hair as you push your pussy closer to his face, “Gonna make me come.”

He doesn’t bother to pull his mouth away from you to tell you it’s okay like he usually does, just continues the movements just as they are until your crying his name out, the rope that was pulled taught inside you snapping as your pussy clenches around Joel’s fingers and you come so hard your vision blacks out for a moment.

You collapse down onto the bed, arms no longer able to hold you up as Joel takes his mouth from your clit, gently pulling his fingers from you. Without needing to be asked, you scoot up the bed, letting air fill your lungs. Your eyes are trained on Joel as he starts to undress in front of you, smirking at you when he drags his shirt over his head.

“You should charge people for this,” You mumble, “Sure a lot of ladies would pay good money to watch you strip.”

“Like this?” He chuckles, slowly undoing the button of his jeans, dragging the zipper down painfully slow as you start humming, encouraging him to really put on a show, “Zip it.” He laughs, pushing his jeans down his legs, his cock hard and pressing against the thin material of his boxers.

He shucks them off his body as well and you watch, captivated as he fists his cock, he is, next to his brother, one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Joel Miller,” You breathe out as he clambers onto the bed, pulling you up slightly so he can take your bra off, “Do you know that?”

His mouth is pressing kisses between your breasts, letting his teeth nibble small marks across your chest before he takes one of your nipples in his mouth. You can feel his cock pressing between your folds, running up and down your pussy as he settles properly between your thighs. You run your hand through his hair as he trails his lips up to your face, peppering your jaw with kisses.

“Can’t say I’ve been told much,” He whispers into your ear, “But I’ll take it.”

You can feel him reach between you, base of his cock in his hand as he brings the tip to your slick cunt. He thrusts forward just a touch, giving you the tip, lips settling onto your own so he can swallow the small moans you let out as he inches deeper and deeper into you until he bottoms out. You shift your hips underneath him, legs hitching around his waist.

“Baby please,” He pleads, “You gotta give me a second,” His head dropping to the crook of your neck, “Fuck, how does it always feel like I’m fucking you for the first time?”

You want to give him all the time in the world but you’re just as bad as he is. He needs to move, and he needs to move now otherwise you think you might actually die.

“Please Joel,” You moan, rolling your hips up into his, hand still firmly tangled in the curls at the back of his neck, “You need to move.”

“I ain’t gonna last, babygirl.” He groans as he pulls himself out and slams back into you.

“Don’t care,” You moan as his lips attach themselves to your throat, “Just need to feel you.”

He moves, placing his hands on either side of your head, pushing himself up, as he drags his cock from your tight heat and starts thrusting properly. You’ve had this man more times than you can count, two or three times a month for the past six months whilst you try for your second baby, but the way he feels inside of you never fails to set your body on fire.

He’s always so big, and you feel so fucking full of him. You close your eyes and tilt your head back further into the mattress as he drives himself deeper into you, head of his cock brushing against your cervix. It’s pain and pleasure, it’s too much and not enough all at the same time. He makes you stupid when he fucks you like this. Focused on one thing, and one thing only.

One of his hands clutches your chin, his voice hoarse with pleasure, “Look at me,” He demands, “Give me those beautiful eyes when I fuck you.”

You do as you’re told, eyes opening and staring into his own chocolate orbs that are dark with lust. God, you love him. You know you shouldn’t love him this much, it’s dangerous, but he’s so fucking good to you, you can’t help yourself.

“Good girl,” He praises, making your pussy clench around him, “Doin’ what you’re told, you’re so good for me, aren’t you?”

“So good Joel,” You moan, fingers gripping the meat of his biceps as you hold onto him, hips rolling up to meet his with every thrust, “Want you to come for me.”

“Yeah, want me to fill you up, pretty girl?”

“Yes Joel!” You cry, “Fill me up baby, please.”

His hips start to falter from their precise thrusts of before, he’s so fucking close, you can see it on his face, hear it in his growls. He dips his head back to the crook of your neck, teeth nipping along your collarbones as he pounds into you. He lets out one long moan of your name as he stills inside you, and you can feel the familiar warmth of his cum filling you up. He brings one of his hands down to cup your ass, lifting you up a little, as if he thinks the angle of your pelvis makes much of a difference when it comes to getting you pregnant.

He groans into your neck as he slips out of you, letting your hips finally drop to the bed as he rolls off you, collapsing in a heap beside you as he catches his breath. You lean over, kiss pressed to his cheek with a mumble that you’ll be back in a minute once you’ve cleaned up, the pain of last month’s UTI still fresh in your mind after you fell asleep without going to the bathroom.

When you return, two glasses of water in hand, he’s already pulled back the sheets and has settled himself back against the pillows. You hand him his glass, setting yours on the nightstand as you climb into bed, settling your aching bones against your own pillow when you realise this is uncharted territory with you and Joel. When you spend your one night with him, neither of you sleep – you spend as much time as you can connected, making each other feel good, and when he’s with you outside of that, with Tommy watching, or joining in, whichever he feels like doing that night, he’s always gone in a flash. You’ve never settled down to sleep next to him, you don’t know if he snores, you don’t know if he wants you to cuddle into his side and drift off to sleep together.

“Stop thinkin’,” He sighs, “And c’mere.”

You smile, crawling over the space between you as he moves his body down to lie flat on his back. You drape one of your arms over his tummy as his wraps around your shoulder, the other resting on your arm wrapped around him. You bring your leg up to wrap between his and let out a sigh.

“You have no idea how much I’ve always wanted this,” He whispers quietly, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, “Somethin’ so simple as fallin’ asleep with you.”

You hum against his warm skin, letting the thumb that’s resting on his tummy start rubbing small circles on his skin, “It’s nice,” You speak, punctuating it with a yawn, “Hope you don’t snore though.”

His chest rising with a chuckle as he pulls you tighter to his body, “Go to sleep, babygirl,” He speaks quietly, “I’m gonna wear you out tomorrow.”

You don’t know whether he’s referring to the hike he wanted to take you on through the mountains, or the fact that you both know what you’re really here for. Is he going to keep you right here on this mattress all day, filling you up until you can’t take it anymore? Either way, being here with Joel has already been the ointment you needed for your stress. Your shoulders are more relaxed, and you don’t have the headache you usually do at the end of the day from gritting your teeth. Whatever he’s got planned, you’re going to take it, and for now, you’re going to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach that this time, though longer than you ever get, is still fleeting. You can worry about that another day.

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diamondheartyux · 2 months ago

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Decided to finally try posting my fanfics here ♡

Got Your Number

S.Coups x Changkyun x reader

Genre: Smut ⚠️18 + Only⚠️

Word Count: 12.6K

Warnings: aggression, possession, shared partners, unprotected sex, derogatory language, spanking, pet names (lots of "good girl" 미안해),

Dating an idol isn’t for the weak, much less marrying one. There is always something pulling his attention away from you so one day, mid-function, you decide to find something or well, someone, to give you the attention and entertainment you deserve. And you find it alright, after your husband reminds you what it’s like to be under his touch and at his mercy before he passes you off to your plaything.

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You sigh. Your shoulders sag as the sound runs through your body before you cross your arms over your chest, jutting your bottom lip out. “But I hate these functions, Cheoli” you whine dramatically. You hated half his schedule honestly. The meetings, the social events, the interviews. They were all so fucking boring. They took his attention away from you. Seungcheol places his hands on your arms softly, an equal pout spreading across his face.

“I know but I have to do them. Do this for me? Please. I'll miss you too much if you don't come. I can't look sad in the pictures.” He pokes his bottom lip out, his voice a higher pitch than normal as his words are wrapped in the whine escaping his lips. He widens his dark eyes, giving you a puppish stare. Your heart flutters at the sight. He knows you could never resist him, especially when he’s pouting. You sigh again, this time you lift your foot slightly before setting it again down in protest.

“Fine. I'll come. But I'm not going to pretend to like it. My job is to be your wife, not wear a mask for the paparazzi.” Your voice is defiant, the absolute dread of going evident in your tone. You make sure to let him know how much you dislike these things every time one happens. And they happen a lot. Seungcheol chuckles, his hands rub up and down your arms lightly. He leans in and places a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling away to look at you again then leans back to take in all of you.

“Okay, princess. Go get ready.” He says with a jerk of his head. “Wear that dress I like” He raises his brow slightly and you shake your head lightly, rolling your eyes before bringing your hand to slap his chest playfully. “Stop. We haven't even left yet and we won't leave if I put that one on.” You stick your tongue out at him before shrugging his hands off you. You turn quickly and begin to make your way to your closet, stomping in a continued protest. You fling the door to your walk in open dramatically, your level of spoiled evident at the array of clothing, purses, jewelry, and shoes filling the massive space dedicated solely to you.

You definitely are not wearing his favorite dress, on purpose. If he wants to drag you out to another function against your will then you are going to wear something that would draw a lot more attention to you instead. All eyes on you. You huff, grinning slightly as you survey your wardrobe. Your hands pass softly over each article as you stroll the closet, looking for THE outfit to wear as a tease and a punishment.

You stop in your tracks, as your hand brushes against a dress as your eyes light up. This was it. You smirk, pulling it from the rack. It was perfect. Cherry red, it wraps around your neck in a halter to drape lightly over your breasts leaving a split in the middle. The tail end of one side hangs loosely down your leg, the other coiling around your back to billow like a train behind you. The bottom starts at your waist, hugging your curves before it stops mid thigh, the opposite side pulled up to rest in a swoop on your hip to leave the side of your leg fully exposed. It left very little to the imagination and you hope it makes Seungcheol struggle to pay attention to anything but you.

You slip into the dress, pairing it with some strappy gold, open toed heels. You slip on your shiniest gold plated jewelry to make sure you were the brightest diamond in the room. You spend less time on your hair, opting for a simple half up, half down hairstyle. It brings the hair off your face and neck to show off your accessories while leaving perfectly placed strands to frame your face. You add soft eyeshadow and bright red lips to match the dress, admiring yourself in the mirror of your closet as you run your hands down your sides and over the curve of your hips, taking a few turns to admire your body in the reflection.

You smirk, a small huff of air leaving your nose as you approve your look before you grab a small clutch that matches your shoes before exiting. You make your way to the living room of your shared penthouse to findSeungcheol waiting, reclining on the couch. Already clad in his attire, he sits with one foot crossed over the opposite leg. He wears black jeans he holds up with a gold buckled, dark brown belt in which he has a black, high neck shirt slightly tucked into. His blazer is blacked, studded with silver specks to match the small silver chain around his neck. His obsidian, ear length hair is pushed back to reveal his forehead, half of his bangs hanging just above his eyes. Your heart stops at the sight of him but you work to recover, remembering that despite his beauty he is still taking you somewhere where he wouldn’t pay any attention to you.

You lift your head higher, squaring your shoulders back as you take purposeful strides towards him, not missing the way his eyes graze your body. A flicker of heat flashes in them and you smirk at the sight. You continue to walk past, not stopping to wait for him, as you make your way to the door. You hear him following, the soft clack of your heels echoing in the space around the two of you as he closes the door before following you to the car.

Ever the gentleman, Seungcheol opens the back door to the car waiting for you, allowing you to slide in before he closes the door softly. On the ride to the venue, he wraps his hand around yours and squeezes it, his thumb caressing the top of your hand softly. The ride is quiet, as expected, and you spend the entire drive staring aimlessly out of the window, watching the scenery fly by. The idol life was a hard one, forever torn between wanting to give your fans the best you can but also just wanting to be human. The rides there were spent in silence as Seungcheol prepares himself for the role he has to play on screen, one you also have to play with as well. You sigh under your breath, your gaze focusing on the skyline. The sky outside your window is muted, the bright blue morphing into pale pinks and oranges as the sun begins its descent into the horizon as you pull up to the venue.

You sit patiently as Seungcheol exits the car before coming around to open your door for you, offering a hand to help you out. You slide your hand into his before placing your heeled feet onto the asphalt one by one. You stand with your husband’s help and smooth your dress out before he takes your hand and places it onto his arm. The two of you walk quickly inside a bustling open space. Tables fill the area to your right, all decorated with white flowers and crisp linen napkins. To the left sits a stage, decorated with the same white flowers and a small pulpit-like stand. Apparently this was some sort of an awards ceremony.

You groan audibly, making sure Seungcheol hears your displeasure as he leads you to the tables as you follow a sleek suited staff member. When you approach your table, he pulls your chair out for you and waits for you to sit before pushing the chair forward. He leans over and places a kiss to the top of your head before sauntering off to an adjacent table already full of most of his group members. You sigh again, propping your head on your hand as you survey the room. It’s filled with people, some you recognize and some you’ve never seen before. Boredom sets in quickly, the feeling of not wanting to be there setting in relatively quick tonight.

You bounce your leg under the table as you continue to scan the room, looking for a reason to get up and leave. Seungcheol loved you but he loved his members too. It was a balance he was good at maintaining and you knew that tonight was not a night for you. You begin to pull your eyes back to your empty table until something catches it. Or, well, someone. He is off the side and alone. At average height, his jet black hair is parted in the middle and his bangs frame his face as they come to rest on his cheeks. His cheekbones are accented for the cameras, his jaw sharp enough to kill with that paired with his cherry tinted lush lips. He looks dangerous, absolutely enticing in his white button down that is splashed with black and light gray squares across it. He has his shirt tucked into a pair of black dress slacks and a matching tie, polished loafers completing the ensemble. He knew he was attractive and it was evident in how he carried himself.

You smile and your stomach flutters. This is definitely your target. Something moves in your peripheral and you jerk your head to the side to see your husband as he makes his way around the table next to you. His eyes aren’t directly on you but you know he is watching so you wait before you make a move. Your eyes find your new interest again and you watch him closely, noting the way he carries himself as you size him up. So confident, so…..catty. You smirk, noting Seungcheol from the side of your eyesight. Very slowly, you slide your ring off, the diamond catching the lighting momentarily as you toss it into your clutch. You stand quickly, wanting your husband to see you as you stalk off towards some other man, a prospect... someone else who would give you the attention you deserve. You walk gracefully, your steps purposeful, as you sashay your hips with a little flair before approaching your handsome stranger. You smile as you stop to stand next to him, clutch in hand while you cross your arms across your chest.

“Enjoying the chaos from the safety of the sidelines, I see.” you tell him as you train your eyes to the room full of tables before you. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before and I’d remember because you’re quite the tall glass of water.” You smile slyly, turning your head to catch his gaze before locking on to his obsidian orbs. You watch as a faint flush of pink graces his cheeks before it disappears and an equally sly smile graces his lips. You watch his eyes as they flit to roam your body, your dress a beacon for straying eyes. You lean in slightly, pushing your chest out to cause the slit in your top to open a little more and give him a better view of your assets.

His eyes flutter momentarily, not lingering which almost causes you to pout. It wasn’t the reaction you had wanted but you try not to let it get you down. It was kind of hot that he didn’t immediately fall to your half ass effort. You like to chase sometimes. In the time your eyes are off of him, his eyes are on you and drinking in your body. The curves of your hips and your breasts, the thickness of your thighs, and the empty spot on your ring finger. A smirk crosses the man’s face before he turns his attention back to the room. When you return to people watching, you can see that Seungcheol is casually looking around the room trying to find you..You smirk quickly, reveling in watching him try to find you before turning back to the man next to you. You shift on your feet, using the motion to move a bit closer to your strange man to allow your arms to touch. A thrill immediately shoots through you at the contact.

“I’m going to be honest with you,….” you trail off, pulling your attention from the crowd and returning your gaze to the man next to you. “I haven’t gotten your name yet, actually.” You say cheekily. He smirks, chuffing slightly before he answers, leaning in towards you a little. “You never asked actually. But it’s Changkyun.” He leans back but not all the way, keeping a small space between the two of your faces.

“Ah, well I’m going to be honest, Changkyun. These things are quite boring to me and you caught my attention. You look like a little bit of fun, some color to all this drab, you know? Care to keep me occupied?” You ask boldly, tightening your arms around your chest to help push your breasts up a little more, for extra persuasion if he needs it. Changkyun chuckles softly, the sound light yet deep at the same time and it sends a small shiver through you.

“I’m not sure if you could handle my brand of occupied, princess. You look like you’re used to everyone giving you everything you ever want.” He brings a hand up to your waist, his fingers trailing down to your hip lightly before he grips it. “Fun, huh? How bad do you want some entertainment?” Changkyun leans in, his mouth dangerously close to your ears as he whispers. “Would you beg for it?”

You scoff, struggling to force down the warmth that was beginning to blossom in your stomach. The fact that he could read you so well was,....attractive, and paired with the husky tone in his voice as it caressed your ear, you had to fight hard at the reaction your body was having. His fingers on your waist all but burned with warmth and it radiated everywhere. Your brain struggles to formulate a response, unsure of how you would even answer when he speaks again.

“Aww, cat got your tongue, princess?” he tsks, the sound shooting directly into your ear from his lips before he leans closer to almost nuzzle your neck. “I thought you wanted to play. You don’t want to be my little kitten?” His voice is raspy and his breath ghosts across the crook of your neck. You shiver noticeably this time, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth with your teeth. His fingers squeeze your hip lightly again before pulling you towards him, your bodies snug together as you stand hip to hi and your breath catches. You set out looking for fun but you didn’t expect it to play out like this.

He slides his fingers slowly from your hip around to your back to rest his hand softly. The touch is cool, featherlight as his fingertips all but hover over your skin but your body is on fire underneath it and you fight to press your back harder into his slender hand. He lifts his head, grinning cheekily before he glances around the room again. His fingers begin to draw lazy lines up and down your back, charting their course dangerously close to your ass before moving back upwards again. You were melting faster than ice on a cloudless, summer day already and so you take a breath, grounding yourself mentally before you make a move.

You turn towards him ever so slightly, your bodies touching faintly. You slide a finger through one of his belt loops and tug it softly, praying the fluster you’re feeling isn't evident in your voice when you speak again. “Beg? I don't beg. And even if I did, I'm not sure you could make me do so. I require a lot of attention. I'm a lot to handle.” You swallow silently, hoping the faltering shake in the last of your words wasn't noticeable because damn, did he have you fucked up and fucked up so fast. This was supposed to be your game of cat and mouse but you were slowly becoming the mouse in this power play . Another low, husky chuckles fills the air between the two of you, the sound acting like a fan to the embers smoldering in your stomach.

“You have no idea what I'm capable of, princess. The question is, ….are you brave enough to find out?” He turns to look at you and arches an eyebrow, watching you questioningly. A challenge, a dare, an invitation. Your breathing speeds up slightly, your chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. Your eyes flit across his features before roaming the rest of him, your mind quick to run away as it begins to create wild fantasies of the ways he would make you beg. You shove them away for a moment, ignoring the excited flutter they send through your core before falling back into your original role in this dynamic. You are the cat and this is your prey. You can make him beg and plead for you, make him absolutely fawn over you. You are that bitch. With your renewed confidence, you catch his eyes again as you place your other hand against his stomach and run it up to rest on his chest.

“Brave enough? Oh, Changkyun. The things I would do to you.” You tell him with a soft laugh. “I'll play your game and whoever begs first loses, hm?”

You smile confidently as you catch a hint of lust flicker across his eyes. He smirks at you, the action devilish in nature, before he leans close to your ear again. The hand that is trailing your lower back dips even lower this time, grazing down slowly while his fingers curl around to cup the curve of your ass before squeezing softly. He brings his mouth to your cheek, a chuckle escaping his mouth as nothing but a mere ghost of a breath, its warmth billows between you and hits your skin, spurring on a shiver that runs through you. His raspy voice deepens dramatically as he whispers softly into your ear .

“Game on then, princess.” You hear the sly grin in his voice and it doesn't help in smothering the ever growing fire burning inside you. Without warning, his teeth graze your earlobe and tug softly before releasing it. A small gasp leaves your lips and you bite back the moan traveling dangerously close behind it. He leans back up, the grin you heard seconds before plastered across his face smugly as he turns his head to watch the room again. You push your body closer to him as you run your hands slowly down his chest, stopping at the top of his pants. You dance your fingers delicately over the button, gliding them teasingly down the zipper. You can feel his body respond to your touch and it sends a rush through you. It's a turn on but also feeds the raging lust rising like a phoenix in the flames blazing in your core. A slender, wide hand wraps around your wrist to halt your teasing strokes followed by a soft, sensual chuckle.

He clicks his tongue twice, his voice muted. “You're going to have to do better than that. Are you trying to simply turn me on or make me beg? Hm?” His eyes never leave the room in front of you as he continues. “Be a big girl, princess. Didn't you say I had no idea the things you would do to me? Why don't you tell me then. Use your words.” His words are a demand in the disguise of a request and if he wants to play, then you will play to win. You shake your wrist from his grip then slide your hands around his waist, crossing them around his back lifting up on your tiptoes to bring your mouth to his ear.

“You want words, I’ll give you words.” You whisper before nipping his ear gently. You brush your lips against the inside of his neck, the touch featherlight before pulling back to leave a breath of space between his skin and your lips. “You’ve considered it, haven’t you? In the short time we’ve been here, you’ve imagined what it would be like to run those big, slender hands across my small, delicate body.” You uncross your hands around his back and bring them to his waist as you begin to slide them back up his chest at a snail’s pace, agonizingly and exaggeratingly slow as you allow the buttons on his shirt to snag against your fingers.

You press your lips into the crook of his neck again, just as light as before and bring your mouth back slightly. Your warm breath rolls against the cool imprint of your lips and you can feel the slight shiver it sends through him. You smirk confidently to yourself before you whisper again, pressing your chest into his body. “I’ll admit, I’ve thought about how it would feel for you to touch my chest, to squeeze and knead my breasts before teasing my nipple, pinching and rolling it between these fingers before putting your mouth on them to tease with your tongue.” Your hands stop to rest flatly against his stomach, the heel of your palm touching the top of his waistband.

“I bet that tongue is amazing too, hm? I’d love to straddle your face and see if it can make me cum all over those plush, pillowy soft lips of yours.” You hum softly next to his ear, the sound bouncing around in your throat. “But I also would love to tease you with my tongue as well. You wouldn’t be able to resist as I licked your cock softly, maybe swirl my tongue around your head a few times before I inhale you into my warm, wet mouth and do my best to suck the very atoms of your body out of you. I just know the sounds you are bound to make would shatter my existence. They would be a delicacy to satiate my finicky palate”

You drop a hand to the front of his pants and are met with a noticeable bulge. A surge of arrogance swirls in you pairing with your own arousal as your mind creates images to the words you were feeding Changkyun, further turning you on as well. You place a kiss on his neck, exaggerating your movements and you can hear a small, soft groan before it dies in his throat. You press your body flush against his, your hands sliding around his waist once more before you teasingly grind against him softly. You bring your head from his neck, moving softly to face him, leaving your lips mere centimeters from his as you flick your eyes to his then back to his lips. You close the small space between you, pressing your mouth to his and fight back to moan threatening to escape. Your body aches, desperate for his touch but you resist the urge to give in and pull back quickly, grabbing his bottom lip with your teeth to pull it with you before releasing it. You hum, a satisfactory smile creeping across your face.

“I wouldn’t stop there though. You play a hard game but I bet you would fold the minute I actually took the reins. Imagine it, you straddled between my thighs, my hand wrapped around this delicious neck of yours before I submerge you deep into my tight, warm, absolutely soaking wet pussy. I’d fuck you so good, Changkyun. I know you’d be begging me then, only you would be begging me to allow you to fill me up. What a sweet sound that’s going to be because I just know you’ll be begging before the night is over anyway.”

His hands come to grip your waist, squeezing roughly and you scoff, sending a puff of air from your nose as you curl your lips into a sassy smirk. You press your lips against his again, sliding them slowly across his. You grip his waist with an equal strength, pulling him into you more while rolling your hips against the hardness protruding from the front of his pants. You pull away from the kiss and a moan in protest leaves his lips which you nip a little less gently this time. His eyes find yours and you’re thrilled to see the lust blazing in them. Too easy, you think to yourself. Game.Set.Match He digs his fingers into your hips more, the sensation sending electric jolts through you. You want so desperately to wrap yourself around him but you refuse to lose this little game. Instead, you hold his gaze before you speak again. “Maybe we should continue our little pursuit somewhere more private. Unless, you’re into publicity. There’s plenty of it here, especially with all the cameras.” You smirk cheekily at him, leaning forward boldly to grab his tie with your teeth to tug him forward as you step backwards softly. Changkyun doesn’t resist but he comes close to you again, your bodies almost flush so he can whisper in your ear.

“I’m not afraid of an audience but I feel like it would be best to keep your end of this under the cover of privacy.” He nibbles your earlobe softly and you bite your lip quickly, everything about him driving you absolutely insane now. “Let’s go, princess. Surely there’s an empty office back here somewhere we can play in.” Changkyun doesn’t wait for you to answer before he drops his hands from your hips reaching to remove yours from his waist so he can grab your hand and lead you to a hallway off to the side.

“Oh, by the way. There’s a man out there in a sparkly black blazer that has been really focused on you lately.” He mutters softly as he tugs you closer to the hallway. A thrill shoots through you at his words. You know you would be watched and the confirmation excites you even more leaving you to feel giddy as you let Changkyun lead you through a door then down a reasonably long hallway. The offices here were all dark, everyone having clocked out hours ago and what employees left sprinkled out in the chaos you just left behind, keeping everything running smoothly. As you near the end of the hallway, he tries a few doors only to be met with door handles jingling in the empty space as the first few come up locked. The third one opens, swinging into a dark room that you can vaguely make out a desk and chairs in. His hand fumbles along the wall before finding a switch which he flips on.

The room illuminates quickly allowing the quaint, cluttered desk to come into view. A rolling chair sits behind it with two low back chairs in front of it. It was a small room, but it would work. You close the door behind you and the moment the latch catches, Changkyun is on you. He pushes you against the door with his body, pressing into you roughly. His hands roam your sides, sliding teasingly over your breasts before coming to cup your neck. You gasp slightly, your body aching under his touch as you almost give into the wildfire blazing under your skin . He dips his head, bringing his lips to almost touch yours. His breathing is rapid, the gusts of his breath rolling off your skin. You meet and hold his gaze, desire lighting both of your eyes but neither of you would cave.

“Remember, kitten. Whoever begs first loses but I’m considering changing the rules. How about whoever moans or whimpers first loses, no? Or can you not handle that steep of a challenge?” His voice is deep and raspy, his words are almost a growl as they leave his lips. Your head is spinning, drunk off the lust feeding from his touch and his sounds that you almost give in right then and there but you don’t. Somehow you manage to gather yourself long enough to agree. Changkyun pulls you to him, his hands still cupping your neck before he crashes his mouth against yours. The kiss is needy and laced with desperation. You lose yourself in it, your hands wrapping around him to run as far up his back as they can go. You fist his shirt in your hands and press yourself against him more despite being flush with his body. His tongue flickers across your lips as if knocking to ask for permission to enter and you part your lips willingly for him. Your tongue dances with his wildly, exploring his mouth and savoring the taste of him in yours.

He begins to walk backwards and you follow, desperate to keep the connection between your mouths as you drop the clutch you’ve been carrying this entire time, the sound of it hitting the floor echoing around you. His hands slip from your neck to your hips where he guides you, his steps hasty. His legs bump the desk behind him and he swings you around swiftly, pressing you against the edge of it. His kisses grow sloppier, his tongue more eager and it takes effort to not let the moans building up inside to slip gracefully from your mouth into his for him to swallow. Your bodies press against each other, neither of you willing to put space between you. His hands come from your hips to glide up your stomach before they rest on your chest. Your body slouches under his hands as if sighing in relief. Your chest aches for more and as if reading your mind, he obliges to your thoughts as he begins to knead your breast gently. He weaves his hands into the slit of your dress, grasping your bare breast causing you gasp softly into his mouth.

He grinds against you and his erection digs into your front. You want to moan so desperately, the ache building between your thighs almost unbearable. He pulls away, breaking the contact between your mouths and kisses your jaw before kissing your neck, making his way down your body. His hands release as well, one coming to move the fabric of your dress to the side before he places his mouth on one of your plump breasts. You gasp quietly, quickly shutting your mouth to hold back the moan you wanted to release. He sucks softly, his tongue coming to swirl around your nipple before he flicks it across it, swiping up and down. Pleasure shots through you, running directly from his mouth and into the wetness pooling between your legs. You bite your lip hard, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you begin to fear you’ll lose this game because the sensations running through your body were heightened with him and you desperately needed to make some kind of sound.

He pulls back, your nipple clamped between his lips stretching it lightly as he moves before he releases it to give the opposite one the same attention. Your body trembles under his touch, the lust inside blossoming into a full grown monster and you aren’t sure how much longer you can keep it at bay. He teases and taunts your other breast, his free hand kneading the opposite one at the same time. You unclench your fists, dropping the fabric of his shirt to grip him, pushing your nails into his skin under his shirt. His response was felt when his teeth grazed the nipple in his mouth before he pulled back to kiss up your chest, stopping to nibble on the sensitive area of your neck just below your ear. His hands grab your hips as turns you, pulling your back against his chest.

“Hands on the desk, kitten.” he commands, the words a growl simmering in the back of his throat. You obey immediately, placing your palms flat on the desk leaning forward to arch your back and push your ass into him. You hear his breathing hitch, obviously fighting the groan he wants to release before his hands are running up the back of your thigh. “Remember, you lose if you moan first.” He says hoarsely.

His hands make steady pace, slipping under the fabric of your dress on one side, before stopping to squeeze your ass roughly. His fingers journey up to play with the top of your underwear, curling around it as he begins to pull them down slowly. You press your hands harder into the desk under you, the sounds compacting dangerously in your throat as if waiting for the right moment to erupt like a dormant volcano into the room around the two of you. He tugs them down in an antagonizing slow pace, leaning forward to place kisses along your shoulder blades as he does.

His breath caresses your skin on your bare back and your body shivers, your bones feeling like jello underneath him. He pulls your panties down just enough to give him access, leaving them to dangle at the top of your knees. He runs a hand between your thighs, his fingertips immediately finding your needy and sensitive clit to rub delicate circles on it. You loll your head forward and bite your lip again as you roll your hips into his fingers. Pleasure dances across your body, the performance from his fingers Oscar worthy. The lust inside you bangs violently at your willpower, begging and pleading to give in and let him have you right here against this desk. And you almost oblige until your internal struggle is interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat followed by three distinct clicks of his tongue.

“All this over a function, babygirl?” A familiar voice carried across the empty room.

Your head snaps up at the sound of it, a smirk playing across your voice as you make eye contact with Seungcheol. He walks in the room and closes the door softly behind him. He takes his blazer off, draping it carefully over a chair in front of the desk before he starts to roll his shirt sleeves up. An irritation flashes in his eyes and disappears as fast as it appears, a stoic expression taking its place instead. Your stomach flutters at it, a thrill coursing in your veins knowing you struck a chord as his footsteps bring him closer to you.

“I see you want to play, love. And I’ll let you play but do you really think he’ll satisfy you like I do?” His firm voice floats across the room, his question more a statement than actual curiosity because he knows your body better than anyone else on this earth ever would. He knows how to make you come apart and how to make you melt like putty under his fingers. He approaches the two of you, his eyes darting from your bent over figure to Changkyun standing flush against you before bringing his gaze to settle on Changkyun.

“Have to say it’s a surprise to see you here, Changkyun.” Seungcheol says matter of factly. “Though I shouldn’t be. You’re very much her type.” He crosses his arms across his chest, his eyes dancing with emotion as they move to focus on you.

“You’ll get your turn in a minute. So sit back and enjoy the show. Let me show you how it’s done.” You watch him jerk his head at Changkyun, signaling for him to move out of the way to which Changkyun obliges. He doesn't say a word instead he nods before backing up until he is leaning against the closed door, his arms coming to rest across his chest. You watch the men closely, confused a little at the recognition between the two. When you begin to lean up straight, ready to ask the men if they knew each other, Seungcheol’s hand grasps the back of your neck firmly.

“Aht, aht baby girl. Back down. Hands back down on the desk like a good girl.” He commands.You shudder, noting the tone in his voice and the edge that no one else would notice but you as you lean back over the desk and plant your hands on it firmly again, bracing yourself for what was to come. Seungcheol’s hands run across your back as he comes to stand behind you. He traces his fingers across the bare skin of your back, dancing them up lightly where your top was tied around your neck. He leans forward slightly as he works to untie the bow holding the fabric across your breasts, pulling it apart delicately before allowing it to fall freely from his hands. The fabric sags at the lack of tension and begins to shift down as it starts to pool on the desk beneath you, exposing you to the cool air in the room. Your nipples harden at the sudden change in temperature and Seungcheol’s hands are quick to reach around to play with them. He rolls both nipples between his fingers, both hands teasing you, as he leans forward to kiss your shoulder blades gently.

You shudder beneath him knowing the gentleness is a precursor to what’s to come and you wiggle in anticipation, your ass rubbing against the now strained front of his pants. He pinches your nipples hard, tugging them roughly before he lets them go, sliding his hands around your side as he begins to caress your back lightly. He brings his hands down to run across your hips then down your thighs and back up to cup your ass. One hand dips between your legs and his fingers slide between your folds as he rubs them back and forth, coating them with your wetness. He pulls them back and clicks his tongue again.

“Aw, look at you. Soaking wet already but not for me.” He mocks a pout before slipping his fingers into his mouth, sucking your juices off his digits. “But you still taste just as sweet.” You shiver again, your body ready to burst at any moment as you feel his hands caressing your bare upper back again. He teases you, running his fingertips along your sides lightly before running one down to your hip and the other up into your hair. He fists it quickly and tugs it, pulling your head backs lightly. He leans down to your ear, his breath in quick pants already before he all but growls in your ear.

“No one can make you feel like I do. I’m going to show him how it’s done but just remember, my little cherry blossom, that you are mine. You belong to me. This body? It’s mine. This pussy? It’s mine.” Seungcheol digs his fingers into your hip painfully and pulls your hair harder before shoving your face into the desk forcefully, leaning in more to reach your ear again. “Oh and, you can moan with me. Don't hold back, baby. I'm not playing your silly little game. I want you to let him hear how good I feel. Let him hear what he won’t ever be able to make you do.” he growls so low, the words are barely a ghost in your ear. Your body shivers involuntarily as if his words triggered some kind of muscle memory and it was prepping itself.

You whimper softly as you impatiently wait to feel him sliding into you. When it doesn’t happen almost immediately, you press backwards and whine in hope to coax Seungcheol into giving you what you want. Instead, a sharp smack echoes in the room before heat radiates through your ass. You yelp, jumping slightly at the slap, your motion stifled by the hand holding you against the desk. He chuckles softly at your reaction, rubbing the reddening skin tenderly with his hand to soothe the ache. “Did you really think it would be that easy, baby girl? That I would just give in to you?” You whimper in response, the yes evident in your tone because that’s what Seungcheol does, he gives you anything and everything you want. He raises his hand again before striking your ass in the same spot with an open hand. You stifle your yelp this time, flinching at the tenderness already setting in as he rubs the spot softly again. You knew he was marking you right now but also punishing you at the same time. He would eventually give you what you wanted but he had to deny you first. He had to claim you so Changkyun knew whose body this was, who you belonged to, and that no one would make you come apart like he could. You whine softly when his hand falls from your ass once more. “Cheoli-” You begin only for him to cut you off before you can finish.

“Cheoli isn’t here, my sweet little blossom.” he responds as he places a third slap to your ass, this one stinging more before the pain morphs briefly to a hint of pleasure at the end. You moan quietly as he massages your cheek once more. His hand on your head relaxes as it trails down your back to rest on your hip. “Only fourteen more to go.” he tells you, the smirk on his face present in his tone. You whimper in protest, desperate for him to plunge into you and fuck you but instead he continues speaking. “Count them, angel.”

Another whine falls from your lips, drawn out to express your disdain but before you could open your mouth to protest, his hand falls back against your tender skin. You groan, forgetting that you are supposed to be counting. His response follows quickly, ever ready to make sure you behave. “Count them. That was four, my love. The next one you forget, we start over.” You sigh, bracing yourself for the next one. It comes with two more quickly behind it.

“five, six, seven…”

Your ass stings with every collision of his hand against it but each time the pain lessens after slowly turning into pleasure. Your whimpers transform into soft moans, your body shivering with need, ready to explode at any second. His hand connects again, three back to back one more time.

“eight, nine, ten…”

Seungcheol spends a little extra time caressing your red, tender skin. You had no doubt there would be a handprint left behind after this, especially as he kisses around the outside of the red area shining brightly like a trophy for him. His lips leave your skin, swiftly replaced with another set of three slaps. You moan softly, arching your back to push your ass up and back to him, almost forgetting to continue your count. Your body was an inferno of lust and you were desperate for relief from it.

“eleven, twelve, thirteen….” you moan almost inaudibly. A hand rubs the place of impact again and you whimper. “Cheoli please,... no more.” you pant softly, the whine in your tone drawing out the syllables in each word. “I need you, please.” You hear him chuckle again as he rolls his hips against you, the strained front of his pants sending a chill through you. “Such a needy little thing today aren’t you?” he chuckles again as he squeezes the almost blistered part of your ass, causing you to wince softly. “You only have four more to go, baby.”

You whine more before his hand connects with your skin again. You brace yourself for the others to come and when they don't, you quickly count out the number.

“fourteen..Cheol-” was all you could get out before his hand connected again. You whine loudly, knowing he was drawing the last few out unnecessarily. “fifteen…” his fingers dig into your hips, the touch possessive but loving. Another smack stings your skin, this one more forceful than the last. The pain fades quickly as you slowly drink in the pleasure throbbing under your skin.

“sixteen..” You barely manage to moan out as you anticipate the last one. Seungcheol rubs your ass generously, the hand on your hip comes down to grasp the other side as it joins in on the massage. His fingers grip your flesh roughly as he pushes and pulls, spreading your ass cheeks apart slightly, his fingers brushing close to your aching cunt. You moan, instinctively moving your body to the touch in attempts to get the friction you desperately need. Your body was burning, the flames all but consuming you. You whined loudly in protest when his fingers trailed further away, leaving you aching instead of full. The second the sound of your whine spills over your lips, his hand collides with your red, raw ass the final time, this time with more force than any of the others previously. The pain stings longer, tears forming at your water line, the pleasure masked by the throbbing. You sniffle softly as Seungcheol places a gentle kiss to your skin, careful not to make it hurt further.

“Seventeen” you say softly, a single tear slipping down your cheek. He places another kiss on the small of your back, peppering his way to the nape of your neck, his hands wrapping around your waist as he presses his body against you. He kisses the crook of your neck and whispers in your ear. “That’s my good girl.”

You shudder, the movement coursing through your entire body as his arms squeeze around your waist softly. You smile at the tenderness before he unwraps a hand and snakes it between your legs. His fingers slide to your clit and you moan at the touch before he begins to rub small, soft circles on the sensitive bud. You roll your hips against his fingers, the desperation returning as you crave more of the pleasurable sensation shooting through you before it coils tightly in your stomach. Seungcheol knew how to work your body. He knew how to touch you to ignite you and then set you off, to let you sizzle and burn out and he knew that you were already wound too tight. He quickens his circles as you moan at the change in pace. Your hips buck against his fingers, the sensation too much as it sends you right over the edge almost instantly, that coil snapping almost explosively. You cry out as your body trembles, Seungcheol’s fingers never relent in their pace as he rubs continuously to draw your pleasure out.

Your hips slowly stop pushing forward as the last lingering bit of your orgasm fades. You rest against the desk, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you come down. Seungcheol places a soft kiss to the nape of your neck again, nuzzling you softly with his nose. “So beautiful when you fall to pieces for me.” he whispers softly against your neck before he leans back to stand up. A thrill shoots through you when you hear his clothing rustling. You hear a heavy sound as he unbuttons his pants and they fall to the floor. His hands grasp your waist again softly as he pulls you backwards towards him. “Turn around.” he commands and you obey without question. You spin around to face him and he tugs your dress up to expose your lower half, bunching it around your waist. He presses his body against yours, his hard cock rubbing against you as he lifts you just enough to sit you on the edge of the desk. “I want you to look at me as I make you come again. I want to watch as your eyes roll back as my name flies from your lips. I want to see just how you belong to me. I want you to watch me as I fill you to the brim and know that you will always mine.” He says with a soft growl.

Your eyes meet his and you can see the need for dominance, the possessiveness flickering in them. The sight sends a spark of arousal through you, your body revving up again under his gaze like it always does. His eyes never leave yours as he spreads your legs and nestles between them, lining himself up with your entrance. You wrap your legs around him as he slips himself into you slowly, making his way inch by inch. You moan softly at the fullness, the familiarity a relief. Your hands come around his neck as he bottoms out, your bodies flush against each other. He rocks his hips forward sharply, a small tease as it pushes himself deeper into you. You moan again before you whisper softly, “Cheoli, just fuck me already, please.”

Without any hesitation, he pulls back and thrusts into you again and you hum in satisfaction. The sound fuels him and he does it again, settling into a rhythm. You roll your hips to meet every upward stroke he makes, slamming yourself against him with equal force as you match his rhythm. The sounds of your moans mix together to form a symphony between you, the sound reverberating in the air of the room as his pace quickens, each thrust harder and faster than the last. Your head lolls back and his mouth comes to your neck immediately. His pace lessens slightly as he nibbles and sucks on the sensitive skin right below your ear. Every time his teeth graze your teeth, your skin prickles before sending a shiver through your burning body, adding fuel to the newly growing fire.

He bites your neck harder before sucking even harder, determined to leave yet another mark on you, another sign that you were his for everyone to see. You moan loudly, your fingers trailing up to curl into his hair and you tug it quickly. He growls almost animalistic against your neck before he picks up his pace again, causing you to curse under your breath before the words transform into a loud moan. The ember burning in your core catches and ignites, the flames consuming you now as they dance wildly, threatening to explode. Your fingers tighten in Seungcheol’s hair as you work to match his pace when he slows down drastically before stopping, leaving you to dangle on the edge of your release. You groan in protest and his lips catch yours to swallow the sound. His mouth presses against yours passionately, an edge of tenderness linger with every part of his lush, rouge colored lips. His tongue dances out to caress your mouth, begging for entrance and you grant it, flicking your tongue out to meet his. They clash intensely, your tastes melding together in the space between you. You rock your hips against him, needing him to continue, craving him to push you over the edge into the awaiting bliss.

He groans softly but refuses to move, his tongue still dancing in and out of your mouth. He leans forward into you, the motion moving you backwards until you are flat against the desk underneath you. He leans down closer before pulling your legs from around him, his lips still entwined with yours. His teeth nip your bottom lip, pulling it with him as he moves back before he releases it. He grabs your ankles, tossing them over his shoulders before he leans back down, rolling your body up ever so slightly. You cross your ankles around his neck and his hands grip your hips before he begins to thrust into you again. You shutter and moan, his thrust echoing throughout your body. He begins to slam into you relentlessly, his strokes equally fast and rough pushing you back to the edge again. Your eyes start to flutter closed when he grabs your chin roughly. “Aht aht, look at me.” He bellows, his voice husky, laced with the lust driving him. He drives into you faster and harder, the sound of flesh connecting floating through the air as he finally pushes you over the ledge, catapulting you into the awaiting tides of bliss . The tension entwined in your stomach finally breaks, releasing intense tides of pleasure to crash into you. You cry out, your eyes rolling back and wave after wave runs through you, ebbing and flowing in an extended duration as Seungcheol's pace continues.

He growls at the sight of your trembling body as you clench around him tightly, your orgasm vibrating against him with each wave. He drives into you faster, the precision to his thrusts fading as his need for release takes over. You moan softly, the last edge of your orgasm leaving you sensitive as he pounds into you roughly. Your eyes stay fixated on his, noting the possessive, lust glazed look in his eyes as his beautiful obsidian orbs bear into you. You bring your lower lip into your mouth and gnaw it slightly, your body flickering with a new arousal at the sight of him. His fingers dig into you, as if anchoring you in place and you know he's about to tumble off the edge of his own climax.

As you guessed, the next thrust into you, Seungcheol groans loudly, cursing on the tail end of the sound. “Are you ready for me to fill you up like a good girl? Are you ready for me to mark my claim on you, angel?” he asks, his voice low and raspy. You moan softly in response, the only answer he needs before he rams into you one final time as he cums, his sticky seed squirting into you. He bucks his hips with each wave of his orgasm, the impact of his body against yours sending vibrations through you, further sparking the arousal beginning again. After a moment, he stops thrusting and his hands come to your thighs, rubbing them gently before he untangles himself from your legs. He pulls you up, pressing you into his chest and places a soft, passionate kiss on your lips. You moan softly when his hands come to your breasts. He kneads them softly, stopping to tease your nipples every now and then. You push your hips forward slightly, your body responding to his touch like it always does.

He breaks the kiss before he pulls out of you slowly, pulling you off the desk and turning you around again. He places a hand on your shoulder blade and guides you to bend over back over the desk while the other hand trails slowly downward, his fingertips leaving the ghost of their path to tingle behind them. He follows the curve of your ass before he stops at your entrance. You can hear him groan softly at the sight of your over-filled cunt, his release dripping slowly from it right before his eyes. He runs a finger down the inside of your thigh to swipe his cum onto it. He runs it back upwards before he slides it into you, pushing his seed deeper inside. You moan, pushing yourself against his digits, your body still sensitive from your previous orgasm. A heat flickers up once again under his touch and you sigh at the feeling of him. Seungcheol continues to slip his fingers in and out of you at a slow, antagonizing pace. You whine in protest, trying to push yourself against his hand for the friction you were once again craving.

He continues to finger you slowly, taking his time with every slip inside making sure to curl his fingers and brush against your sweet spot before sipping them out again. You whine loudly, the desperate need to be filled and fucked again overwhelming to the point that your eyes threaten to tear up. He teased you softly and slowly, stoking the flames smoldering again in your core. He slips his fingers out, bringing them to your lips, to which you instinctively open your mouth for. He slips them into your mouth and you obediently begin to suck them, swirling your tongue around his digits to remove the mixture of you two from them. You moan softly at the taste, the sound vibrating against his hand, and he slips from your mouth as he steps away. An ache burns between your thighs and you squeeze them tightly.

You whine as he pulls away from you, your body almost shaking with the need for his touch and another release. He steps back to redress himself before stepping to the side. You watch him, still leaning over the desk, as he walks to your purse discarded on the floor. The sound of the latch popping echoes as he rummages through the clutch before he tosses it on the floor, the rest of the contents spilling out. He makes his way back to you, his footsteps heavy across the small distance, the sound giving you a thrill. Seungcheol Reaches out and takes your left hand before sliding your wedding ring back onto it gently. He places your hand back down on the desk and comes to stand behind you, shuffling coming from his pocket. His arms come around your face, something dangling between them. He shifts his hands at the nape of your neck, brushing your hair to the side as he works to fasten the dainty day collar on you. Your hand comes to touch it, feeling the delicate chain and the olive branch dangling from the small O shaped ring nestled cozily against your throat. Seungcheol leans to rest his lips just next to your ear, his voice soft and low as if telling a secret only meant for you.

“A reminder,...” he says as his breath billows against the shell of your ear. “of whom you belong too, princess, while you have your fun.”

He places a soft, tender kiss on your temple before retreating, stopping to stand in front of the door. You shiver, your body aching for more as you watch him walk away to stand and watch. As if he was observing you to prove his point. Your eyes widen, excitement flooding through you. Your body, pre-warmed for the next contender, buzzes at the thought of him watching you as you test out Changkyun, a challenge to prove that your heart, body, and mind all belong to Seungcheol. Another touch ignites against your skin, this one unfamiliar but equally as exciting. Your body purrs beneath it, teased and eager for the attention to come. A sting radiates through the tender skin of your ass as fingers graze across them. You hiss softly but don’t try to move, allowing Changkyun’s hands to finish their journey. A hand dips down, two fingers slipping into you with ease as he begins to pump them in and out slowly. You bite your lip as he fingers you slowly, your body grateful for the touch. You rock back against his hand slightly in a dire need for more as he pushes every drop of Seungcheol’s release deeper into you as well. You can hear the jingle of his belt as it unfastens and the soft swish of fabric as his pants fall, letting them pool at his ankles. Another rustling of fabric follows as he quickly unbuttons his shirt to toss in aside as well. You shiver lightly when he presses his naked body against yours, his erection nestled between you. You groan, pushing yourself back, your body desperate for more as he leans over, fisting your hair forcefully. He brings his lips to your ear, his breathing coming in shaking rasps as he whispers to you..

“You’ve not had enough, have you?” he chuckles, the sound no more than a low rumble. “I’ll admit, I was a little disappointed he got to have you first. I wanted to be the one to get off first, to christen your sweet little pussy but now I’m curious as to just how full you can get. You’d like that wouldn’t you? To be filled to the brim like a good little cumdumpster.” He hums, the sound vibrating through your body, fueling the ache inside. You whimper softly, pushing back against him to convey the need you felt. You wanted him to bury himself to the hilt inside you and, in that moment, you would beg for it.

He releases your hair and leans up, his hand dragging harshly down your bare back to wrap around your hip firmly. He grabs himself with his free hand, stroking lightly before teasing you as he rubs his head up and down between your cheeks. You groan softly when he stops at your entrance and you push back against him lightly. He doesn’t stop you but pushes himself forward, sliding into you quickly. It felt different, the way he filled you, the way he touched you so roughly without a gentle undertone. It felt good but in a different way. It was volatile and explosive instead of slow burning, a spark meant to detonate instead of fizzle out delicately. You sigh, the sound morphing into a moan at the sensation. Your body heaves at the relief of being full but continues to burn for more. He grinds against you, his thrust rough, before he pulls almost completely out of you.

“Sounds like you lost, kitten. Now let’s see what other noises you can make.” he murmurs before he slams back into you forcefully. You moan loudly, your body rocking forward against the desk. The tension in your stomach was already dangerously close to snapping, a courtesy given to you by Seungcheol, leaving you barely hanging by a thread. Changkyun’s thrusts remain the same pace, railing you as hard as he could as he worked towards the release he knew was already built up. Your fingers tense, trying to grasp the desk as you poorly attempt to keep the sounds flying from your mouth down. A sharp clap rings out, your already sensitive skin burning furiously as his hand connects with the raw skin of your ass.

“Choke back one more sound and I’ll bruise the other side. Let me hear how it sounds when I am filling you up, princess.” he growls, his thrusts coming faster. You moan loudly, partly from obedience and partly from the pleasure exploding in every cell of your body. His strokes continue, angling himself to hit all the right spots, and within minutes the structure of your release wobbles and collapses. You cry out, your head lolling back as you arch your back to push against him, clenching him tightly. Release slams into you, your body quivering almost violently as your third orgasm surges through you. Changkyun continues to pound into you, drawing your pleasure out longer.

Once the waves subside, he slows down before coming to a stop, rolling his hips against your ass in a tease before leaning over slightly. He snakes a hand around your throat, pulling you up flush against his chest. “Next time” he grumbles “I want to hear my name spill from those slutty little lips.” He squeezes your neck tightly before releasing it and you shutter, your body still smoldering despite the orgasm that had just barely finished wrecking your body. He slides out of you, a small whimper of protest leaving you, and moves back as he reaches to turn you around. He lightly tugs your arm down, a signal that you need no explanation for. You drop obediently to your knees, your hands coming to rest on his thighs as you look up at him. He steps out of his clothing, tossing them to the side and smirks as he strokes himself softly, watching you with attentive eyes.

“I’ve got something to help satiate the thirst you so clearly have, kitten. And don’t worry, there’s enough to fill you with after too.” he says, a catty, arrogance in his tone. “Open” He commands firmly and you oblige, parting your lips compliantly as he guides himself between them. You hum softly as you start to suck him slowly. You can feel his muscles tighten under your hands and you smirk, feeling a little arrogant. You swirl your tongue around the end of his head, flicking it over the apex lightly before sucking him a little harder as you slowly descend. You slide down until your face is flush with his pelvis, his cock nestled against the back of your throat. He groans before coiling both hands in your hair, his fingers wrapping tightly around the strands gathered in his fists. He thrusts his hips forward, the motion pushing his cock further into your mouth.

Your eyes hold his gaze, his jet black orbs dancing with a blaze of lust and dominance as he pulls back to push into your mouth, his pace picking up at the next stroke. He pulls himself almost all the way out before practically slamming into the back of your mouth. Your fingers curl against his thigh as his thrusts grow faster, the rough rhythm growing steadily. He hits your throat again, this time pulling your hair to hold you there as you gag forcefully. He groans louder this time and the sound echoes through you as it turns you over in its grasps. Another ache starts to form between your thighs as you gasp for air when he pulls out. He doesn’t give you but a few seconds to breathe before he’s back against your throat, pounding in and out before shoving himself as far into your mouth as he can to watch you choke, each gag more intense than the last.

Your nails now dig into his skin, redness forming around them as tears start to form and seek escape down your face. His groans come more frequently, morphing into the most beautiful hisses and soft moans you’ve ever heard. The throbbing between your legs has grown considerably despite the absolute storm he was unleashed on your face. His pace grows erratic as he continues to crash against your mouth over and over. Your throat burns, a rawness settling in from the harshness of every dry heave you make mixing with the relentless pounding of his cock against it. The tears that formed originally never stopped forming, your face undoubtedly streaked with mascara. His hands tighten on your head, his sloppy strokes heightening before he collides with your throat one final time.His throws his head back as a long, low moan flows from his lips. You can feel his thighs shaking under your fingers before his hot, saltiness sprays into your mouth. You moan, the sound vibrating around him which causes him to jerk, thrusting against your face again. He keeps you firmly flush against his pelvis as his body twitches with his release.

You lift your eyes up to watch his face as the last waves of pleasure reside, leaving him breathless and panting. When he looks down, he catches your gaze and groans. “Drink up, kitten.” he commands as he pulls out, waiting to watch you drink him obediently. You drop your hands from his thighs before swallowing his load, holding your tongue out to show him almost proudly. He reaches down to grip your chin with his fingers, tilting your head upwards. The heat between your legs all but ignites threatening to catch and cause a wildfire as he stares deep into your eyes, a confident smirk dancing across his lips. He could see the lust glazing your eyes and he knew you wanted more.

“Such a good girl you are.” he coos, your body melting but also revving up at the praise. He releases your chin and your eyes drop, noting the marks on his thigh. You grin slyly to yourself before he snaps your attention back to him. “Up” he tells you, his hand hooking under your elbow to help you stand. He stands in front of you, moving you backwards against the desk, lifting you slightly to set you on the edge of it. The ties of your dress drap from your waist, resting almost on the floor. The skirt of your dress sits hiked around your waist still, your bare ass sitting on the cool desk. He settles in front of you, your legs going around him instinctively as he nestles between them as you bring your hands to his waist.. His lips crash against yours, gentleness knowing no place with him as he flicks his tongue against your mouth. You part your lips, allowing him to slip inside. He moans softly as his tongue dances and plays, the taste of him in your mouth lingering. His hands come to tease your breasts, squeezing, tugging, and pinching in almost a frenzy. You roll your hips against him, anxiously waiting for him to be back inside you again.

He pinches and tugs one of your nipples hard before swiping his hand across it forcefully, a small clapping sound echoing around you. You gasp into his mouth, the brief pain of the slap quickly morphing into arousal. You tighten your legs around him more, pulling him even closer to you, your bodies flush once again. A hand snakes up your chest and wraps around your throat and you moan against his mouth immediately as his thin fingers clamp around it. He squeezes it firmly as his kiss begins to turn sloppy. He wraps his free hand around your waist and pulls you closer to the edge of the desk. You can feel him, now freshly hardened between you and you groan softly, the sound scattered between the dance of your tongues. He pulls back, the sound of his rapid breathing sending a shivering straight to your core. You bite your lips softly before trying to close the distance between your mouths once more only to be met with a low chuckle.

“Needy, aren’t we, kitten?” He grins, the sight just another douse of fuel to the fire raging in your stomach. He backs up before taking a few strides to the chair pushed neatly against the desk. He sits down, slouching slightly before spreading his legs some. “You want it? Work for it.” His voice was strict as he pointed to his crotch, his erection inviting you to come sink down on it. You shiver from excitement, more than willing and ready to be filled with him again. You wanted to bury him as deep inside of you as you could all while making him come undone to you. You may have lost your little game, but you could still make him cum harder than he ever has before. You hop down from the desk and saunter over to him quickly, sliding into his lap eagerly. You position your legs around his as best you can before reaching between you to wrap your hand around him. You slide your hand up and down slowly, teasingly before you lift, lining him with your entrance, and sit down slowly. You take your time on your descent, reveling in the feeling of him filling you inch by inch before he bottoms out inside you.

You moan as you settle on him rolling your hips instantly, refusing to waste time. His hands come to rest on your waist, tugging you in rhythm to help you along. You begin to buck your hips, increasing your pace as you grind against him, your hands resting against his chest. You lean forward, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck as you begin to place needy kisses on his skin. You peck, nibble, and suck lightly on his skin, threatening to leave a mark, as you stop grinding against him and start to bounce. You slow down to a teasingly slow pace, your nips on his neck getting harder as you bite down a little more each time. He groans and his fingers dig into your skin harshly before he starts to buck up into you. You moan as he slams into you, your pace faulting as his own picks up. He thrusts upward hard and fast, pulling you down with every upward motion. Tension begins to coil in your stomach again as he hits your spot over and over. Your lips come off his neck as you bury your face into it, every moan of yours depositing straight into his ear. Each sound you make only encourages him. He moves faster, then harder and then faster again, the pleasure tightening more and more. You whisper his name softly as he slams into you again and he growls, the sound almost sending you over the edge. He whispers against your hair after, his strokes never breaking pace. “Louder. Say it louder. I want to hear you scream for me the same way you did for him, kitten.”

Your body trembles as it reaches the edge of your release. You want to fight and make this last but you know it was only a matter of moments before it snaps and you fall right off into the swirling whirlpool of pleasure waiting for you. And you were right, the next time he guides you forcefully down onto him, you feel it snap. You cry out his name loudly, clenching him tightly as your body quivers while your fourth orgasm smashes through your body, draining you with every wave. Changkyun’s pace becomes erratic at the sight and sounds of your pleasure and his thrusts become sloppy and needy as he chases his own release. You moan at the feeling of him slamming into you, your body sensitive still as his fingers dig into you harder, pain shooting from under them as he groans, cursing under his breath before he reaches his own orgasm. You can feel his cock twitch before he lets go, filling you up with his warm, sticky cum. He gradually slows down little but little as the remnants of his orgasm slowly fade away.

His grip on you releases and you sit for a moment, waiting for your breathing to return to normal before you slide off of him. You can feel a warmth begin to trickle down your leg but you say nothing. Instead you grab the fabric ties of your top and begin to tie them back in place to cover yourself then pull the bottom of your dress down to hopefully hide the trail dripping down your inner thigh. You watch as Changkyun sits up completely before standing. He walks to the pile of discarded clothes and steps into his pants, pulling his bottoms up and refastening them around his waist. He takes a few steps to the side where your purse lies open, the contents hanging out, and grabs your phone. His fingers fly across the screen before he’s walking towards you, phone in hand, then stopping arms reach away. He flips the phone out towards you with his hand.

“If you ever need someone to love you when he’s gone, well ... you got my number” he says with a cheeky grin, the corners of his lips crinkling into a catty like curve before he winks at you. Changkyun turns around to scoop his shirt up and pulls it back on quickly, adjusting it as he slides between Seungcheol and the now open door, squeezing against the door frame to disappear out of sight, leaving you still dripping under the watchful gaze of your husband.

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