#getting caught

[angelsheartts]

✩‧₊˚ I HOPE NOBODY CATCH US !! .

(but i kinda hope they catch us, anyway)

#pairing : lucifer, adam, alastor, vox x gn reader

#cw: suggestive content, +18 mdni, cuss words lmao, getting caught in suggestive situations ig?? tentacles on alastors part my bad, vox likes to get caught.

#notes: guys please feel free to ask requests, i’m getting out of ideas and i don't know what you all wanna read on my blog help.

PART ll

˖ ˚ ༘✶ LUCIFER .

you both were having a pretty steamy make-out session in your hotel room at the hazbin hotel, clearly not the best idea since everyone was still at the hotel, and HELL does lucifer gets loud.

"ah-, my love, " he whines loudly, pressing his forked tongue deep inside you. feeling him humping against your bedsheets as you wrap your legs around his neck, you knew he was close. "lucifer, you make me feel so gooood~" you moaned, grabbing his horns as you felt like your orgasm was soon to come.

well, nobody warned you how SENSITIVE this man was when someone touched his horns; his wings literally popped out in a second. "fuck, fuck, i’m so close (name); can i cum, honey ? please i-"

a door opened, making lucifer wrap his wings around you both. "(name), i heard some noises. is everything alri-" well, this was akward. "IMSOSORRYISHOULDHAVEKNOCKED" she said, embarrased, closing the door, leaving you and lucifer with a flushed red since you both literally got caught, by HIS daughter WHILE having an orgasm.

after that 'accident' charlie started knocking every time she entered your dorm, and apologised to you many times.

˖ ˚ ༘✶ ADAM .

adam can be very tiring sometimes when keeping his hands to himself, he would literally fuck you anywhere so everyone could see who makes you feel so fucking good if you would just let him, but of course you wouldn’t allow something like that.

except for today, you and adam had a meeting with the other angels so you wouldn’t have guessed that your husband had already been planning on how to convince you to do not-so-holy-things to skip the meeting.

until, you started noticing how touchy he was getting with you, at the beginning it was a playfully kiss on your neck then a slap in you ass and somehow you ended up giving him a blowjob.

"you’re so hot when you shut the fuck up" he said, smirking while gripping your hair tightly to make you go deeper. "fucking bitch, sucking it while having you on your knees, as you fucking should 'cause im the original dick, babe!" letting him talk to you like that reeallyy turned him on, just the thought of you being so obedient to him makes him want to cum.

"what the fuck" a voice made you both turn, noticing a lute with a very disgusted look in her face cursing at you both for being so reckless.

sadly this wasn’t the first time lute walked in on you both, so she just left LMAO.

˖ ˚ ༘✶ ALASTOR .

alastor tries to have the least amount of physical contact during such activities, so it wasn’t a rare occasion for you to finger yourself, while listening to his voice telling you what to do.

you didn’t really know if it was because you were bored, or you were just horny, but you had the urge to have some intimacy with alastor. he didn’t mind because it had been a long time since you both had some intimacy.

"you have been such a good partner, my dear” he praised, smirking widely like he always did. "I think it would only be fair if i give you something in return."

well, that was 15 minutes ago, and now here you were feeling his tentacles thrusting into you so roughly. alastor would only chuckle at your expressions while ocassionaly telling you to touch yourself as he wanted. seeing you trying to get some release made his bulge twitch inside his pants.

well, at least it made it twitch until someone interrupted you both, making your partner disappear the tentacles who were just inside you a few seconds ago.

angel dust was the one who accidentaly walked in on you both, and alastor told him if he ever talked or made jokes about what happened he would transmite his screams on his radio broadcoast. angel dust still teases you though.

˖ ˚ ༘✶ VOX .

vox actually wants you both to get caught, like he really has no shame at all. he loves fucking you if it means that you both might get caught in the act.

sadly, you can’t even recall how you ended up with him having you bend over his desk right before a meeting with the VEES.

surely, you both could have stopped if you wanted, but why would you even consider that when he’s literally vibrating just in the right spot, making you fuzzy from the overstimulation.

"fuck, yeah" your boyfriend's voice is shaky as he keeps thrusting in you, seeing how his cum rolls down your thighs, makes him increase his pace. "you really want us to get caught, don’t you, babe? squeezing me around as if i would even think about fucking pulling it out" he says chuckling with a slight glitch on his voice. "ah- vox, it’s too much i-" vox slapped your ass, making you yelp from pleasure as you were feeling so overwhelmed.

both of you being so close to your orgasm, didn’t noticed when velvette and valentino entered the room until velvette shouted at you both for fucking like animals, and not waiting until being in a more private place, alongside her was just a valentino smirking, while being dragged by velvette. valentino would have been glad to accept the offer if you would have invited him though.

[dolliewonyy]

Caught !

Summary: Y/n gets caught making out with the one and only. Benny Rodriguez.

Warning: making out, getting caught, both are 15+, and my TERRIBLE and FIRST writing

"Please y/nn! Just one peck. " Benny whined. We are currently walking to the sandlot today, a bit earlier than usual.

"No! What if they see us" I said turning to look at a pouty Benny. "That's why we came earlier! So that you could give me one peck! " Benny said.

Not gonna lie it was an.. Okay idea.

"Fine, only when we go to the sandlot. " I finalized. Benny then smirked, feeling like he's on top of the world. After all, he gets to kiss one of the cutest girls.

We then arrive at the sandlot. As we get in, Benny pulled me into a soft and gentle kiss.

I chuckled and kissed him back. Obviously. Who wouldn't?!

The kiss went after a while. Until we heard rustling. We quickly pulled away and we were met with the sandlot boys.

"What are you guys doing here so early? " Bertram asked, suspicious. "Yeah Yeah! You guys would usually walk with us! " yeah-yeah said.

"Wait.. Did you guys.. Make out? " Smalls asked with tease laced in his tone.

"W-what no! " I stammered while Benny immediately refuses of the accusation. "Whats that shiny thing on your lips? " Tommy asked. I look at Benny and see my lipgloss. My strawberry lipgloss. On his lips. Messy.

I closed my eyes and turned to them. Expecting what I know it's about to be-

"BENNY MADE OUT WITH Y/N" Ham yelled. All of the boys then start teasing Benny and me, while some were a bit jealous, but don't show it.

"I'm so sorry" I whispered to Benny.

"Wear that often please. I love strawberries. " Benny whispered back as I giggle slightly.

"Thought you hate 'em" I replied. "Well now I love them" he shots back, a smirk playing on his lips.

[goddessofbees]

Hello I participated in the ✨JayTim Exchange 2024✨

@jaytimexchange

And I got @jaytim-addict as my giftee! I loved the prompts they gave! I hope i did some of them justice!

I tried going with a comic book style...

Prompt: "robin Jason finds pre-robin Tim stalking him and the bat"

Prompt: "Jason is kidnapped and Tim comes to the rescue"

[xxnymeriatargaryenxx]

the thrill and excitement of having sex here against one of the pillars knowing anyone can see you…. and literally EVERYONE can hear you 🫣

while the entire castle is asleep, you are having your mischievous red keep rendezvous 🔥

***and the fun part is you can imagine this with any ASOIAF character!! 🐱🍆**

[darkeralmond]

reader x conrad fisher where she/yn is belly’s bff and has been coming with them to cousins for the past couple summers.. one summer things change between yn and conrad and they kiss on the last night but she says they can’t (obviously bcos she knows how belly feels about him) next summer tho she gives in and they start secretly dating/hooking up and then belly finds out — v angsty with maybe some smut 💗

by far one of my favorite requests, anon! thank u sm for the request!! i love u sm!! ❤️❤️

Dead To Me

Conrad x fem! Reader

synopsis: conrad confessed the y/n last summer about how much he liked her, but y/n told him that they couldn’t date. this summer, the night when belly goes out with cam to a drive in movie, y/n finally decides she wants to be with conrad but only in secret. when y/n and conrad are getting hot and heavy at nicole’s party, belly walks in…

warnings: 18+, underage drinking, light smut, vulgar language, y/n playing the victim, angst

word count: 2.7k

a/n: i got a bit carried away, but this shit was SO FUN TO WRITE OML!! I laughed, I loved, and I cried when writing this. thank u sm anon for suggested this, I think this is one of the best works I’ve written in a while.

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Cam parked in front of the house and looked over at Belly before glancing back at you. “You girls ready?” he asked with a smile on his face.

Belly turned back to you and nodded her head confidently. “Let’s go,” she said. You hopped out of the backseat and linked arms with Belly. Cam the two of you like a lost puppy as you and Belly both strutted into the house confidently. You held your chin up high as you walked up through the front door.

Loud music blared from the speakers when the three of you entered. There were people everywhere drinking and getting high. “Belly!” a girl called out to her. She ran up to Belly and hugged her tightly while squealing.

Seeing how happy Belly was with this other girl sparked jealousy in you. It made it seem like she’d be fine without you. Belly then let go and turned to you. “Y/N, this is Nicole! She’s my older deb sister!”

Nicole. You knew that name. It was the name of the girl Conrad took to the deb ball previously. “Hi,” you faked a smile. You spoke in a honeyed voice to throw Belly and Nicole off.

“Y/N! I’ve heard so much about you!” Nicole held out her hand to shake. You hesitantly took it and gave it a firm shake before quickly letting go. Something about her seemed fake, and you weren’t saying that only because of her association with Conrad. “Let’s go get some cake!” She grabbed Belly’s hand and dragged her off, leaving you standing alone.

“Well, great,” you muttered to yourself as you looked around for anyone to talk to. Jeremiah was on the couch flirting to some guy you didn’t know and Steven was just running around getting drunk. Your blood boiled as the feeling of loneliness settled in.

You needed a drink to wash away this feeling of anger. You slivered through everyone, making a beeline to the kitchen to find any sort of alcohol. Your eyes landed on the Pink Whiteley bottle on the counter. Something to wash it all away. You popped the bottle open and poured it into a red solo cup. You then started sipping on it while examining the people in the kitchen.

That’s when you met his gaze from across the room. He drank out of a beer bottle while staring at you. You wouldn’t… not with him. Not on Belly’s birthday. But Belky was occupied with her other friends, she wouldn’t notice if you disappeared.

Your eyes shot a look over to the stairs as you jerked your head over. He caught your gist and immediately stopped his conversation with the group he was talking to.

You couldn’t hear what he said to them, the word you could read off his lips was “bathroom”. You then snuck through the crowd and up the stairs. A minute or two later, he ran up the stairs to meet you at the top.

LAST SUMMER

You sat on the beach next to Conrad as the two of you stared out at the waves. “What’s it like…?” you asked, looking over at him.

He chuckled, “What’s what like?”

“You know… sophomore year.” You had been pretty nervous for your sophomore year, it was all you and Belly had talked about this summer. “Everyone says it’s way harder than freshman year and I’m really nervous.”

“Oh,” he smiled. He looked over at you, something about his blue eyes made your heart flutter. No, stop. This was your best friend’s crush. “Nah, it’s pretty much the same. Just have to take a couple APs and a few state tests.” He placed his hand on yours as he said, “You’ll be fine. You’re smart enough to make good decisions.”

Conrad then squeezed your hands. You felt a surge of electricity run up your arm and straight to your chest. You never realized how badly you wanted to hold his hand until now.

As the two of you sat there you thought about how wrong this felt. You had always felt this way about Conrad, you had always wanted to tell Belly, but she beat you to it. He always managed to give you an amazing feeling that you had to deny. Belly suggested you should get with Jeremiah since she thought he would be perfect for you, but you didn’t want to.

You always thought about Conrad. You thought about how cute he was, but it wasn’t just his cuteness either. Conrad really knew what he did and was confident in himself in ways no one ever had before.

“Y/N, can I tell you something?” he scooted closer to you to the point where your shoulders touched.

You froze, “Uh, sure.”

Conrad sighed softly and leaned toward you, his breath tickling your ear. His words sent shivers down your spine. They sounded almost seductive. “I like you. Like, I think about you constantly. Like, sometimes I dream about you when I’m awake. Like, all the time.” He pulled away and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Sorry if that was weird, I don’t normally say things like that.”

The world fell silent around you. Even though there was nothing but crashing waves, the air felt charged. You looked down to where your feet were buried in the cool early morning sand. You could feel the warm blush spread over your cheeks. You bit your lip nervously.

“I really like you too,” you finally breathed out. “But we can’t be together.” You couldn’t meet his eyes anymore. Not when you knew what kind of expression he was giving you. If you glanced up right now you would make you feel even more guilty.

“What do you mean?” he sounded confused. Obviously he was, he probably didn’t know rejection like this. That’s if you could even consider your answer rejection.

“Belly…”  you swallowed, your mouth feeling incredibly dry. The words stuck in your throat. Your thoughts raced, trying to conjure the sentence together. “She…she likes you. She’s liked you ever since she was 10. I can’t do this to her. It’ll hurt her”

Conrad was quiet for a moment. “I don’t care about that, I care about you, Y/N.” Your heart sank. “I want to at least try.”

There was another long pause. You felt the tension build between you. “No,” you whispered softly. “I don’t think we should.” You didn’t want to hurt Belly. You just felt so conflicted about this whole thing. You stood up, your hand fell out of his. “I’m sorry, but I can’t do this to her.”

You walked back to the beach house, taking long and quick steps. He called your name repeatedly, but you didn’t listen. You were a better friend than that.

THE BEGINNING OF THIS SUMMER

“Y/N,” Belly said as she walked into your guys’ shared bedroom. “I need to tell you something.”

You looked up at her while taking a sip of your Coke. “What?” You placed the can down on the nightstand, kicking your feet as they hung off the bed.

She plopped down next to you and put her hands on your thigh. “Well,” she had an enlarged smile on her face as her cheeks flushed red. “You remember Cam, right?” You nodded your head which warranted her to say, “He asked me out on a date!”

You gasped, grabbing her hands quickly as you turned your body to face her. “Oh, my God!” The two of you squealed and bounced with joy. “Belly, this is huge! Your first date!”

Her eyes sparkled happily as she gushed about her date. Her excitement was contagious; you also couldn't stop smiling. “Yeah! I need you to help me pick out an outfit for tonight.”

Your smile then faded a bit, “Wait, date tonight? Bells, who am I gonna hang out with?”

She shrugged, “You can hang out with the boys while I’m gone. I think conrad’s staying in..”

Right, she doesn’t know. You sighed, looking away from her. You were on the fence of telling her about what happened last summer, but you couldn’t. Not when she was this happy.

You took a deep breath in and met her gaze again. “Alright, but you have to promise you’ll tell me everything when you get back.” You grabbed her shoulders and shook them excitedly.

“Ok, ok.” She laughed as she got up. “Now, help me pick something out!”

Later that night, you laid on her bed. She still wasn’t back and you were feeling lonely. Not just because Belly wasn’t here, but you wanted to be with Conrad. You had since last summer, you knew it was the right time to finally do so. Belly had a crush on someone who wasn’t Conrad. You knew what you had to do…

You had to talk to Conrad.

You rolled out of her bed and snuck down the hall to his bedroom. The rooms felt closer than usual as you lunged for his room. You held your fist up to knock, but you froze. You couldn’t move anything. There was an invisible force holding you in place. It felt like you were being held against your will.

The door swung open and there stood Conrad in front of you. He looked a little bit disheveled. His hair had fallen down, covering some of his face. “Oh, hey,” he said while looking down at you, running his fingers through his hair in an effort to fix it.  “Did you… uh… need something?” he stepped aside and motioned for you to come into his room.

“Yeah actually,” you replied quietly as you followed him in. He went over to his bed where he sat down, tuning his guitar. You sat down in the rolly chair by his desk and patted your hands against your thighs. After a few minutes, you cleared your throat. “Listen, I wanted to talk about last Summer.”

Conrad looked up from his guitar for a second. “Sure. What about it?”

You bit your lip nervously. “I think we should do it.”

His head snapped up. “What?”

“Belly’s going out with Cam now and she’s lost interest in you,”  you spoke slowly, unsure of where this conversation was headed. “And, well, I like the idea of being together.”

A nervous grin spread across his lips. “So we can do it?”

You nodded, “Yeah. We can do it, but only in secret.”

He smiled brightly, leaning his guitar against the wall. “Are you sure?” He asked, staring into your eyes intently.

“Positive,” you answered.

PRESENT

He lifted you by your waist onto the dresser before placing his lips on yours passionately. You felt every muscle in your stomach twitch. He kissed you deeply, making sure to pull you closer to him. As his fingers brushed against your chest, you gasped lightly.

Part of you felt guilty for hooking up with Conrad while Belly was just downstairs. Part of you felt angry for the way Belly ditched you to hang out with her “better friends”. Part of you felt scared that Belly would catch you two in the act of hooking up. Part of you liked the adrenaline that came from hooking up in secret. It made things more exciting between you and Conrad, and it sure as hell created more sexual tension.

As you pressed yourself closer to him, your hands found their way under his shirt. His skin was smooth and tanned. He hummed against your lips as your hands traced his skin.

He pulled away and quickly locked his lips onto your chin, leading down to your neck. His tongue trailed along it as he sucked lightly on a spot. You let out a small moan at the sensation. A shiver ran down your spine at his touch. You ran your fingers through his silk hair as he began to suck harder at your skin.

“Conrad…” you moaned, running your fingers through his hair again. He growled low. “Please,” you begged as you tugged gently at his hair. You tried to take control of the situation, but he wouldn’t let you. Instead, he took over.

You felt your mind slip into darkness for a few moments as you felt him press kisses to the side of your neck. His hands then moved to your breasts, caressing them gently. Your body jolted at the unexpected pleasure.

His hands were warm against your skin as they rubbed up and down the sides of your breasts slowly. His breath huffed against your neck as he began sucking hard. His teeth lightly grazed the skin causing your entire body to shake.

“What the fuck?” a voice yelled. You opened your eyes as Conrad quickly let go of you. Belly stood there with her mouth wide open, her eyebrows lowered as she stared at you two. “Y/N, are you fucking serious?!”

Conrad was frozen in fear. “Belly, let me explain!” You quickly hopped off the counter and approached her.

“You’re hooking up with Conrad?!” she yelled.

Conrad glanced down at you, “I think I should…”

“No! You’re staying right there!” She pointed at him as she cut him off. “Y/N, were you going to tell me?”

“I-I wanted to tell you earlier, but you were too happy talking about Cam,” you stuttered. “I didn’t want to hurt you by telling you!”

She scoffed, “You wanna know what hurts? You hooking up with Conrad to begin with!”

Your jaw tightened as you glared at her. “It shouldn’t matter now! You’re gonna end up dating Cam anyways!” You were starting to get upset as she stood in front of you with her arms crossed.

Her eyebrows raised in anger. “Don’t bring Cam into this! You know exactly why I don’t want you hooking up with Conrad.” She stared at you as she saw your expression turn even more guilty.

She noticed as Conrad turned his attention away from her. “You fucking told him, didn’t you?” You stayed silent, just staring at her. She scoffed, “Of course you did.” She let in a long inhale, she was on the verge of tears.

She shook her head as she paced around the room. You had never seen her this hurt before, you didn’t know how to react. She took in a long inhale. “How long…?” She turned to face you. “How long have you been hooking up?”

You frowned, “We started hooking up the night you left with Cam...”

She walked toward you while grasping onto her hair like she could pull it out. “Is this some kind of sick joke?!” Her voice cracked at the end as her fists clenched at her sides. “Why?! Why would you do this to me?!”

You flinched. “I like him, Belly. He likes me.”

“Oh yeah?” She was crying now, from a mixture of sadness or anger. “You’re dead to me…” She made her way to the door to leave.

“Belly,” you called out to her. “You don’t mean that…”

Her eyes flickered back towards you, “We both know I fucking mean it.” She turned and slammed the bedroom door shut.

You stood there, tears falling down your face as you turned to face Conrad. You could see the hurt and regret in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but stopped himself. He seemed hesitant to say anything.

When he finally decided to speak, he sounded almost ashamed. “This wasn’t my intention.” He looked away from you then.

You walked up to him and hugged him tightly. “I know…” You sighed, “Belly’s just heart broken.” You cried harder, “I’m such a bad friend!”

“Don’t say that” His arms snaked themselves around your waist as you buried your face in his shoulder. “I hate that this is how she finds out about us.”

“Me too,” you sobbed. This whole thing was a mistake. Not telling Belly was a mistake. You should’ve just been honest. Conrad rubbed his hand up and down your back as you cried. “I wanna go home…”

“I can drive you back to the beach house,” Conrad suggested.

“No,” you looked up at him. “I want to go home.”

[theaskywalker]

Imagine George walking in on you and Fred making out in the kitchen

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[glitterbiss]

“Unwillingly Attached”- Anthony Bridgerton x SBF!Danbury Reader pt.1

a/n this is my first ever…”one shot?” Whatever it is. I’m kind of nervous to put this out there, but I realized that every time I get immersed in a character again, I need to release this creativity; my mind is full of scenarios and I never put them into play. So this is a start, and I hope I will continue to put more out. Hope you all enjoy and please leave feedback, I wanna improve my writing. 💙

Summary: It is the night of Lady Danbury’s niece’s 20th birthday. Overstimulated by all the dancing and clutter of people, she takes a breath of fresh air, only for it to be irritatingly suffocating by her constant aggravation

Word count: 2,521

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, innuendo, black!reader, dirty talk, body worship, age gap

Also, I recommend playing Toxic by Midnite String Quartet and How Deep Is Your Love by Kiris Houston as you read cause it really adds to the tone, in my opinion.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Bridgerton characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” Lord Bridgerton uttered, his voice carrying the weight of authority. “I understand you wish to have time to yourself, but you must remember, this ball is held in your honor. I ask that you head inside.” His words hung in the air, a command disguised as a polite request. He spoke to her as if he had the right to dictate her actions, a presumption that had become too familiar.

Anthony and Y/N have known each other for years. Seeing that she had been close friends with his sisters, the girls were inseparable. So, when they got in trouble with the eldest Bridgerton, she did as well. Now Y/N did not mind having her ears talked off by the man, but when he tells her what to do and give her orders…that always ruffle her feathers. She still respected him as the head of the house, taking his title into consideration; a few eye rolls at his orders never hurt. Anthony had always known of her doing so, or even sometimes catching her looking at him with a disgusted expression; he ignored them, finding it humorous. The man saw it adorable that she felt irritation from his orders. However, now, a woman grown, she won’t hold her tongue.

The woman let out a deep, frustrated sigh, shutting her eyes as irritation bubbled within her. She turned to face the man sternly, her patience with him wearing thin. Her full brown curls swirled in the gentle breeze, dragging across her back and catching the eye of the viscount. His gaze, as always, drawn to her captivating presence.

The sight of her, his eyes tracing the curls, captivated Lord Bridgerton as they delicately caressed her skin. There was a longing in his gaze, a wish that he could be the one to stay there, to trace the path of her hair as it brushed against her skin. He had often wondered how it’d feel if it were his skin that her hair graced across. He yearned to know the sensation of her curls against him, a desire he kept hidden beneath the veneer of his composed exterior.

“Why do you persist in dictating my every move, as if you possess any authority over my actions, Lord Bridgerton?” She spoke with a conviction that underscored her diminishing regard for the man’s title. The respect she had once held for him had eroded under the constant and unsolicited commands. He had granted her no peace or autonomy, so she no longer cared to show him any deference.

“Well, I-.” He attempted to interject, but she swiftly cut him off with a simple action. Her finger rose, effectively shushing him before he could utter another word. He responded with a sly chuckle, a testament to his amusement at her forceful assertion.

“You are not in a position to control me, Lord Bridgerton. You are not my father. You are not my husband. You will cease this presumptuous behavior.” She warned with a tone that brooked no argument. Her words hung in the air, a clear and unequivocal declaration of her independence.

With that, she turned her back to him, a symbolic farewell to his overbearing presence. She moved gracefully down the steps, her every step a proclamation of her newfound freedom. Her destination was the garden, a sanctuary where she could find solitude and peace, away from the stifling authority of Lord Bridgerton.

Finding himself intrigued by her newfound authority, the man trailed a few steps behind the young woman, his eyes drawn to the sway of her dress as it brushed against her ankles. His mind wandered, painting vivid images of his hand slipping beneath the cool blue silk of her dress, tracing a path upward along her leg. A groan escaped his lips at the thought, the sound more akin to a moan than an expression of frustration.

Lord Bridgerton found himself at a loss, unable to pinpoint exactly when his interest in the girl had intensified. Was it the fact that he had witnessed her transformation from a naive girl into a mature, full-bodied woman? Or was it the subtle defiance she displayed each time she rolled her eyes at his words, a clear indication of her growing impatience with him? There was something incredibly exciting about riling her up, and he found himself fantasizing about doing so at all times, even when he was preoccupied with his responsibilities as a viscount.

“Y/M/N,” the Viscount’s voice stern with authority, invoking her middle name as he always did. It was his unique way of commanding her attention, a tactic that he had adopted over the years. He used it as if it held some magical sway over her, as though uttering it would compel her to pay heed to his words. Or perhaps, he simply enjoyed the privilege of being the only person who could address her in this manner.

A few feet behind her, he stood his ground, his eyes locked onto her retreating figure. He expected her to halt at the sound of his voice, but she didn’t. A sigh of resignation escaped his lips as he watched her continue. He knew her all too well. With hurried steps, he caught up with her, his hand reaching out, gently grabbing her elbow. His fingers pressed into her skin, pulling her closer.

Suddenly, they were chest to chest, their faces inches apart. His warm breath mingled visibly with hers in the cold air. Confusion and determination mirrored in their eyes as they held each other’s gaze. His eyes slowly drifted down to her lips, curiosity tugging at his heartstrings. He wondered how they would feel against his own. His mind was a whirlpool of questions. ‘If I kiss her, would she kiss back?’ His gaze snapped back to her eyes, searching for answers.

“I do have the right,” he spoke slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I am a gentleman. I worry for your safety just as I worry for my sisters. You are my responsibility, just as they are.” His eyes found hers once again, his breath hitching as he let his hand run down her arm. The urge to lean in and press his lips upon hers was overpowering, but he resisted. Her eyes scanned his face, taking in his longing expression. Her heart pounded in her chest, and a sense of confusion swept over her. Why was she not pulling away? Why did this situation affect her so much? And why did she feel a sudden urge to kiss him?

“Anthony,” his name escaped her lips in a whisper before she could stop herself. His firm response, “Go. In. Side.” The man’s tongue laced with desperation, a warning to both her and himself. He desired to provoke her once more, yearning for her reaction. Yet, as much as he was fully aware of the dangerous path they were treading, he was also on the brink of losing his restraint.

And so, they stood there, in the tranquil garden, lost in each other’s presence, the world around them fading into insignificance. Desperation apparent in both of their gazes. “You do not listen.” She responded, feverishly desiring for his reaction as she stood her ground.

Despite the fact that Y/N found the lord intolerable, a revolting presence in her life, she couldn’t help but be aware of his physical presence; his determined gaze, the teasing smirk that would often grace his lips, the warmth and strength that radiated from his hands each time they dared to touch her body. Even though to an outsider, their interactions might have seemed normal, both of them found their thoughts consumed by these moments as they lay awake before sleep.

“Why do I seem to provoke such anger within you?” He questioned, his voice barely above a whisper, as his fingers traced a path from her arm down to her waist, finding a comfortable resting place on her hips. Inside his mind, a battle waged. He desperately fought against his impulses, but his resolve was weakening. The proximity of her body, the sweet aroma of coca butter that clung to her skin, a scent that was rich, tantalizing, and utterly irresistible, was causing a hunger to stir within him. A hunger laced with lust. To make matters worse, the soft glow of the moonlight seemed to highlight every curve of her body, making her skin shimmer enticingly. ‘Am I being a fool?’ He silently questioned his own sanity.

His gentle caresses elicited a soft moan from her lips, a sound she detested because it was a clear indication that her body was willingly succumbing to his touch. The temptation was winning. It was even more frustrating for her to know that he felt the same. That he was just as affected by her as she was by him. She wasn’t the only one grappling with dangerous thoughts. Yet she chose to continue this game of tension. “You vex me, Anthony.” She admitted, her voice barely audible as her lips brushed against his. “To the point where my mood shifts dramatically the moment you step into the room. It’s infuriating.” Her words ended with a soft sigh. Her hand found its way to his chest. She tried to push him away, to create some distance between them, but felt an inexplicable urge to keep touching him.

His response to her words was a low groan, a sound that clearly indicated his satisfaction at knowing he could affect her so deeply. “You have become such a source of torment for me, Y/M/N. Why do you fill my mind with such vulgar thoughts?” His words were out before he could stop them, not that he cared much in the moment, carried away as he was by the intense emotions.

Her breath became slow and heavy, her eyes closing as she allowed her mind to conjure up various inappropriate scenarios, her head tilting back subconsciously to feel his breath against her neck. He drew in a sharp breath as he watched the moonlight play on her exposed neck. Her gold and diamond jewelry sparkled in the soft light, seeming to dare him to stake his claim. He leaned in, inhaling her scent deeply before pressing his lips gently against her throat, moving to the side of her neck, nipping at the skin.

Y/N’s hand held onto Anthony’s coat, her nails digging into the material as his warm tongue tasted her skin. Her thoughts were a whirlwind. ‘What if someone catches us?’ The risk only added to her excitement. His hand slowly moved up her sides to her chest, his thumb beneath her breast, holding her there as he nipped at her neck. “I think of you before I fall asleep,” he murmured into her ear. “I wonder if you’re a whiner, if you beg. Do you enjoy being told sinful things while being pleasured?” She stood there, intoxicated by his words, as she held onto his shoulder with one hand while the other played with his hair. “It keeps me up all night,” he admitted.

“Lord Bridgerton, we must stop this,” she warned, her voice shaky and not very convincing as she responded to his kisses, which had now moved from her neck down to her breast, just above her bodice. He seemed to ignore her words. No one would see them, bodies hidden behind the large fountain; he was far too entranced to give up on what had been a mere fantasy until now. “You are so invigorating,” he replied, scattering kisses up her jaw before claiming her lips with his own.

The instant their lips met in a fervent connection, a realization dawned upon them both; this encounter was going to become a complicated affair. Anthony, caught in the heat of the moment, wasted not a second. He wound his arms around her slender waist, pulling her lithe body into the solid strength of his own. The taste of her plump lips ignited his senses, sending him spiraling into a euphoric haze. She was his intoxicant, his addiction, and he was helplessly ensnared.

Y/N’s hand found a resting place on the warm expanse of his neck, her delicate fingers tracing patterns on his flushed skin as she kissed him with a hunger she didn't understand. She often found herself exasperated with the lord, especially his orders. Yet, as she delved deeper into the intoxicating kiss, she comprehended that perhaps this inexplicable frustration was born out of a hidden desire for him.

Their tongues intertwined in a passionate dance for supremacy, their breaths coming out in ragged gasps as the intensity of their kisses drained them of air. Yet, the lack of oxygen didn't deter them. Their mouths continued to hungrily devour each other, the sound of muffled grunts and moans filling the air, punctuated by the occasional silence. Anthony found himself leaning in for more, more of her sweet taste, more of her intoxicating scent. Meanwhile, Y/N held him in place by gripping his hair, the moon silently bearing witness to their fervor.

His hand slipped from her waist, the rough skin of his fingers gathering up the material of her dress. As he pulled and collected the fabric with his other hand, it bunched up around her thighs. His palm traced a path on her smooth skin, gentle and tender, causing her to shiver under his touch. Lifting her leg from the ground, he hooked it around his hip, calling out her name in a voice that was as breathless as it was low.

Engulfed in a cloud of lust, Y/N barely registered the sound of his voice, the deep, strong, but gentle timbre sending shivers down her spine. A sensation started to bubble up within her, threatening to consume her completely.

Suddenly, the echo of a sharp gasp pierced the silent night. “Oh!” Startled, they both broke away from their passionate tryst to confront the intruder. Standing there, eyes wide with shock, was Daphne. “I’m so sorry,” she stammered, spinning on her heels to make a hasty retreat back towards the ball. Anthony, anxious about his sister's unexpected arrival, hastily set Y/N's leg back on the ground and rushed after Daphne, eager to provide an explanation. His primary concern was to prevent any animosity from developing between Daphne and Y/N.

Left alone, Y/N was haunted by guilt, her mind swimming with the weight of having kissed her friend's brother. She hastily adjusted her dress, her hand instinctively flying to cover her still tingling lips. Panic set in as her eyes scanned the surroundings, the reality of her actions hitting her full force. She couldn't believe she had kissed him, and the question that echoed in her mind was, "What is wrong with me?" She pondered if she would ever be forgiven. Now that she had recognized her feelings for him, would she be able to let them go? She didn't want her friendship with the girls to end because of this.

Y/N decided then and there, from that moment on, she was going to stay as far away from Lord Bridgerton as possible.

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Your bio says I can request a fantasy if my own so here goes one…

“CAN EYE SUQ YAUR BO00OB?”

Ummm…I think I know what u want 😏 (this is a little different from my usual, but why not lol)

"𝒯𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝑀𝑒 𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈" ~ 𝐻𝓎𝓊𝓃𝒿𝒾𝓃 𝒻𝒻 𝟣𝟪+

🎵pairing: SKZ Hyunjin!bf x Reader!gf | 🎵wc: 1.1k | 🎵summary: Your boyfriend Hyunjin is obsessed with playing with your tits. |🎵cw: 🔞MDNI!! Pure smut…but mostly just tit fondling and hardcore making out...♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

You joined Hyunjin at the dance studio to watch him practice. A lot of times Hyunjin just wanted to dance for fun, but he also really liked when you joined him. To be honest, you weren't as good of a dancer as he was, but you knew how to at least keep up with him.

"Damn..." Hyunjin swore under his breath as you entered the studio.

"What?" you asked as you watched Hyunjin run his fingers through his fluffy hair.

"I kinda wish we would've stopped for coffee," he said sucking his teeth.

"I can go get some for you if you want it that badly," his eyes shot up at your comment.

"Really?!"

"Sure," you giggled.

"Here's my card," he said before pulling out his wallet. "Just go to the coffee shop in the lobby. You can get yourself something too," he smiled.

"Alright, I'll be right back," you waved before leaving your boyfriend behind in the studio.

You ordered Hyunjin an iced americano and got yourself an iced peach tea. You heard music playing as you made your way back to the studio. You walked in and sat against the mirror, next to the Bluetooth speakers connected to Hyunjin's phone.

"Oooh," Hyunjin smiled bouncing over to grab his drink. "Thank you~" he said cutely before kissing you on the cheek, making you giggle.

“What’d you get,” he said plopping down next to you.

“I couldn’t decide between a matcha latte and a strawberry frappe so I just got peach tea,” you said before sipping your drink.

“How do you come from a frappe and a latte to peach tea,” Hyunjin chuckled.

“You already know I’m indecisive,” you smiled nudging his shoulder.

“Hmm yeah. Well, I think I’m ready to dance again,” Hyunjin said before jumping to his feet and extending a hand towards you.

“Umm…what do you think you’re doing,” you raised a brow.

“Indirectly asking my lovely girlfriend to dance with me,” he smiled harshly showing nearly every tooth in his mouth.

You sighed and grabbed his hand as he pulled you to your feet.

☆Now Playing: Company - Justin Bieber ☆

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link to the dance you did>>obviously the first duo

Hyunjin played Company from his phone, a choreography that you two had practiced a few times, but never done it completely right.

You watched yourself in the mirror as you copied Hyunjin’s moves. You danced closer to the mirror for the first few movements before stepping back to dance right next to him. There was a part where you stood in front of Hyunjin while he was down on one knee. The next move was for him to grab your hand and ease his way up your body, but he took a moment to pause at your boobs. He shook his face between your tits before rising to his feet.

You gave him a dirty look as you followed through to the next step of wrapping your leg around him for a spin. Instead of just grabbing the back of your leg, you could feel his hands caress your ass before sliding down to the normal position.

You could feel the sexual tension rising as you saw the smirk on his face. You smiled and shook your head as you continued the dance. The next few step were separate from each other, but when it was time for him to dance behind you, you weren’t surprised when he grabbed your boobs in his hands.

“Ahhh! Hyunjin! Focus,” you laughed.

You could hear his little snickers from behind as he followed you to the floor for the next step. Hyunjin decided to “improvise” by grinding himself against you before pushing himself off of you. You smirked as you did the next move, pushing yourself back on the floor as he walked closer to you, before rising to your feet.

He placed his fingers on your chin and pulled you in for a kiss. It was quick as he went into the next move, dancing with you in his arms.

At this point you could tell that Hyunjin had given up on the dance and was now just concerned with getting his lips on your body.

He held your face in his hands as he met your lips. “Touch me like this,” you said as you gently pulled away moving his hands from your face to your ass. You watched the lustful smirk appear on Hyunjin’s face as he grabbed your ass in one hand and wrapped your waist in the other. He fell into your neck, kissing everything from your lips to your jaw to your neck.

The song played continuously in the background as Hyunjin turned your body around, putting your ass against him. Now, you were facing the mirror. You watched as he wrapped one hand around your throat and the other traveled from between your legs to his favorite spot, your tits.

He massaged your boob in his hands as he fell into your lips, inserting his tongue as you grinded your ass against him. You felt as he started to slowly move his hips forward with your movements.

You were enjoying this so much you accidentally moaned in his mouth. He stopped to look at you before walking you over to the bench where you straddled him, feeling his hard-on against your folds. He pulled up your shirt, revealing your tits that he eagerly bit into while gripping your ass.

You knew it was about to get dirty quick so you pulled your shirt completely off, exposing your bra. Hyunjin smiled and reached his hands around your back to unhook your bra. The straps hung lazily around your shoulders as Hyunjin enjoyed your nude breasts.

*Click*

The sound of the door opening nearly made you turn around in shock, but Hyunjin stopped you, by pulling you tightly into his chest.

“Woah! What’s going on in here?” Felix said as he entered the room. “I thought you said you were practicing the dance today,” he continued.

“Hehe…I was…but umm…could you give us a second,” Hyunjin nervously stumbled over his words.

“Sure, mate. Just so you know the others are coming up here too,” Felix chuckled before opening the door. “Don’t worry I’ll let you know when the get close,” he whispered before stepping out.

Both of you let out a relieved sigh.

“That was really close,” you said as you fastened your bra.

“Yeah, and we were just getting started,” Hyunjin added as he reached down to pick up your shirt.

He helped by pulling it over your head as you wiggled your arms through. Hyunjin reached around to pull your hair out.

“Oh hey guys! What took you so long?” You heard Felix shout coupled with other chatter.

“We’ll finish this when we get back home,” Hyunjin said as he kissed your cheek before running to open the door.

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He knows (1/1) (jegulus)

It was quiet. Perhaps too quiet. Well maybe not too quiet in a strange way, but definitely too quiet in a James way. Remus suspected to find him the dorm but the stillness and silence of the tower room suggested he might be wrong.

When he took a few more steps into the dorm he realized he had be correct, and that it was too quiet because James Potter was dead. Well not actually dead. He would be soon enough if Sirius found him the way he was.

James Potter wasn't dead, and he wasn't quiet when Remus poked him in the ribs startling him with a yelp and an attempt at jumping out of bed that resulted with him tumbling to floor.

No James Potter wasn't dead, he wasn't quiet, and apparently wasn't too smart either. Remus learned that when the other boy who had been sleeping, curled up on James' chest and wrapped in his arms also woke up to the yelling and banging of James' rude awakening.

Regulus Black sat bolt upright in the bed, eyes so wide with fear and panic as he regained consciousness and recognized that Remus was standing in front of him.

James Potter wasn't dead, he wasn't quiet, but there were now three people that were ready to murder him and one of those people didn't even know it yet.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Remus said to James at the same time Regulus said this Remus.

They exchanged smirks and James offered a small laugh, replying into the sharpness of the air, "Um having a nap?" He said trying to diffuse the tension.

"Don't be daft James, that's Sirius little brother!" Remus announced. James thought this was a rather funny thing to point out, but when he chuckled no one else was laughing.

"James I thought you locked the door and sealed the curtains!" Regulus complained as he searched for his clothes and started getting dressed.

"Not so fast, Regulus. That's your brother's best friend!"

"Oh sod off Lupin, I've always been a shit brother and Sirius will be the first to tell you that." Regulus rolled his eyes, and his coolness building back up around him.

"Remus please you can't tell him, not yet," James begged from the floor, literally still on his knees.

"James," Regulus and Remus said again at the same time, though their warning tones meant different things.

"You might actually get yourself killed you know that? Just from how stupid you are," Remus said with a huff as he sat down on the bed.

"Thank you," James said seeing Remus give up the fight. Regulus came around the bedposts and tossed James his jumper and trousers. His confidence suddenly so high, unashamed and seemingly disinterested in having been caught. James offered a sweet smile in return and if he was a cartoon his heart would be popping out of his chest.

"Don't thank me yet, if Sirius finds out I'm not going to be able to stop him from doing whatever he sets his mind to," Remus shook his head.

After James pulled on his clothes, he pulled Regulus into his side, whispering apologies. All Remus heard was, "I'll see you tonight okay?" as Regulus began to walk out of the dorm.

And James Potter wasn't dead, he wasn't quiet, he wasn't too smart, but he was openly smitten. And the blush on Regulus' pale cheeks suggested the feeling was mutual.

"How long?" Remus asked after James sat down on his bed to out his shoes on.

"Actually Remus I don't think I'm going to tell you any more details. That way you can plead ignorance when Sirius decides anyone who knows or kept this from him will need to pay consequences too." James replied.

"How can you be a good friend and a shit one all at the same time," Remus laughed as they got up and headed out of the dorm together.

"I don't know Remus, all I know is that I love him and there really isn't anything I can do or want to do now to stop that," James said with a shrug.

"Make that a bit more desperate when you tell Sirius that you're sleeping with his brother and please for the love of god let me be there when he finds out," Remus said.

The two boys laughed together all the way down the the Great Hall. Of course soon enough they both would be in trouble.

[anylady-fics]

Inside | Lee Know x F Reader

Summary:

[…]

“What are you doing?! They're gonna see us!” you whispered to him, your face showing how desperate and scared you were, while he just covered you from the waist down.

“Isn’t this fun?” He pulled you closer, keeping you still. “Just stay quiet, baby. No one will notice.”

The only problem was, you were almost naked from the waist down, and his cock was buried deep inside you, making you clench around him, and the angle… Oh god, there’s no way no one will notice.

[…]

*** this work is for adult audiences. Minors DNI ***

Tags: #lee minho fanfic #cockwarming #semipublicsex #creampie #getting caught

2,279 Words - cross posted on ao3

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When you walked into the house and realized no one else was there, you threw yourselves on the couch and started kissing desperately. You hadn't seen each other in days, so you were kinda hungry for each other.

Minho lived with three friends, so chances to do what you were doing were pretty rare. You took every opportunity you could get. Sure, the bedroom was an option, but it felt too ordinary. You always used the bed and tried to keep your noises to yourselves, though it wasn’t always possible. Sometimes, it was nice to mix things up, especially with the risk of getting caught, even though everyone knew you were always fucking.

"Where are they?" you asked while still kissing him, not wanting to stop. "Will they be gone long?"

“There was a birthday party…” He slid his hand under your blouse, pushing up your bra and pinching your nipples. “They'll be gone long enough for us to have some fun, at least…”

The couch wasn’t very big, but it was enough for two horny people. You kept kissing, deepening it and grinding against each other. His hands were all over your body, touching your thighs and then sliding up to rub your clit through your soaked panties. You felt a bit uncomfortable on the couch, so you stood up to take off your panties before sitting on his lap, perfectly aligning with his hardness.

“I love when you’re this easy…” He caressed your face, brushing your hair back.

“But I’m always easy for you, baby. Didn’t you notice?”

You rolled your hips on his lap, teasing him as he squeezed your butt roughly, his fingers leaving new marks as the old ones had faded. You grinded a bit while unzipping his pants, pulling them down just enough to free his hard cock. You held him at the base, rubbed him against your slickness, and then pushed him inside you, loving how he stretched your walls.

You didn’t have all the time in the world since his friends could come back anytime, so you aimed for a quickie so you could go upstairs and fuck again. But Lee Know had different plans.

“Lay down... back on my chest…” He bit your lower lip while holding your face with both hands.

“But…”

“Shh, I wanna touch that pussy while I fuck you, baby.”

It was impossible to say no to him, so you did what he asked. You lay down on the couch, spooning, and you pushed him inside you easily. You rolled your hips against him, just like he wanted, feeling his hands squeezing your body and his low moans in your ear. He lifted his leg to start thrusting harder, and you were getting really needy for him to fuck you right, but then you heard some noises at the front door.

You tried to get up quickly, but Minho held your waist with one hand and used the other to pull a blanket over you before turning on the TV. You swear you'd never seen him move that fast before. You were stunned and in total panic as you heard footsteps approaching.

“What are you doing?! They're gonna see us!” you whispered to him, your face showing how desperate and scared you were, while he just covered you from the waist down.

“Isn’t this fun?” He pulled you closer, keeping you still. “Just stay quiet, baby. No one will notice.”

The only problem was, you were almost naked from the waist down, and his cock was buried deep inside you, making you clench around him, and the angle... Oh god, there’s no way no one will notice.

You looked at the TV, where an old movie was playing, something you would never watch, which made the situation even worse. You heard voices getting closer until they were in the living room. Great, his friends were getting closer, and you didn’t know what to do.

“Look! Someone's watching TV!” Jisung’s voice was unmistakable, as was his excitement. He glanced at you lying on the couch, said a quick ‘hi,’ and focused on the TV. “Man, I love this movie!”

To your complete surprise—and desperation—he decided to sit on the sofa near your heads. You started to sweat from panic, just wanting to vanish. And Minho? Haha! Minho was just laughing casually, like he wasn’t purposefully twitching his dick inside you.

“Hah… It’s really good.” You tried to answer them, but your voice cracked, and Jisung looked at you, seemed worried.

“Are you okay? You’re kinda red… are you sick?”

“She has a cold…” Minho had one hand below you, holding you tight and pushing you against his body, looking just like a sweet caring boyfriend. “But I’m already taking good care of her. Right?”

You sobbed when you felt his other hand sliding through your body and coming between your legs. You tried really hard to keep your legs together so he wouldn’t touch your clit, which was clearly his intention.

“Wow…” Chris came into the room right after and scanned the situation for a few seconds before bursting out laughing. He laughed really hard, and Minho joined in, which was really bad because his hips moved, making his dick slide in and out, forcing you to hold your breath so you didn’t moan by accident. Fuck, that situation was making you lose your mind, but you were so wet that they could hear the sound of your arousal if Minho thrusted a bit harder.

“Gonna sleep, guys. Take care of Felix later, he’s kinda wasted. And Minho… congrats, man.”

“For what?” Jisung asked, moving a little on the couch so he could face you.

But Chris just laughed louder and ran up the stairs, disappearing from your sight. Of course he realized what was happening, and probably Felix would too. Only Jisung was distracted. You were just thankful Felix was still outside because he would definitely notice and make a joke about it.

“It’s your birthday or something…?”

You had to laugh because you couldn’t believe Jisung was being that slow. You heard Minho sighing in your ear, tightening his grip on you, as you were clenching around his cock because of your laughing.

“Oh, Han! Ignore him, he must be drunk.”

“You’re right! He did drink a lot…”

In a second, he was already paying full attention to the movie, and Minho once again tried to slide his hand between your legs. You couldn't say anything since you weren’t alone, so you just kept trying to keep them closed, rubbing them together, but Minho… oh, he played dirty.

He started kissing your neck, fully aware it was a weak spot of yours. He smelled your hair, whispered dirty things in your ear, growling and fucking you painfully slow while his friend was right there next to you, watching that shitty movie.

You sighed louder because, despite everything in that crazy situation, it was so fucking hot… You caved to him and didn't have any strength left after what he did. His fingers touched your clit, and you had to close your eyes tightly and bite your lip to hide your reaction, it was suffocating you. Your whole body was burning, trembling under his touch, and you could easily cum like that, even with him just staying still inside you, touching you in such a sloppy way.

“Are you guys hungry?” Jisung’s voice snapped you back to reality, and you froze, clenching really hard on Minho’s cock. He let out a heavy breath, almost moaning in your ear, and you were sure his friend would notice what you were doing… but he didn’t.

“We’re kinda thirsty , actually. Could you please bring something to drink?” That shameless bastard said while his fingers abused your clit nonstop. “Nothing cold for the lady, of course.”

Jisung just agreed without looking at you and went to the kitchen. You didn’t know if you wanted to laugh or cry because he didn’t notice what was happening under the blanket. He wasn’t innocent, but maybe a little more clueless than you thought.

“If you keep clenching like that, I’m gonna cum inside you… is that what you want?”

“And if I cum? Do you want him to see that?”

“He won’t see anything, we have the blanket. And I can feel that you’re soaked, baby. I know you’re enjoying this…” He put more pressure on his touch, making you roll your hips against him unintentionally. “See? Such a slut for me…”

God, he played really dirty. He knew you loved when he talked to you like that. You completely surrendered.

“If you tell me you don’t want this, I’ll stop right now…” He kissed your ear, making you shiver even more. You could feel how tight you were around his cock and how hard he was. When he sighed in your ear, it confirmed that you wouldn’t ask him to stop because you were enjoying this as much as he was.

The only real difference between you two was that you were really worried about being exposed, and he wasn’t. Jisung was taking a little longer in the kitchen, and he let you both know he was boiling water to make you some tea. He was such a sweet person, you almost felt bad about what you were doing.

Minho and you enjoyed the brief time you had alone, kind of... He kept his cock still inside you, touching your clit and kissing you whenever he could reach. It was more than enough to push you into an intense orgasm that made you dizzy. It was so hard not to move or make any noise while your whole body drowned in pleasure. You thought you were about to go crazy when he started to thrust against you, even slowly. It was so fucking good and so fucking hot that you could scream, and it got even better when he let out a low moan in your ear.

You were such a wet mess under that blanket, and it got worse when he came inside you, holding your waist roughly. His hot liquid made you want to fuck him, roll your hips, but you had to stay still. You were being too bold already.

You were both completely sweaty and out of breath when Jisung came back to the living room, bringing mugs of hot tea for the three of you. There was no way you could sit up, so you started thinking of a thousand excuses, one of them was to pretend you were asleep.

And then, to your complete horror, to make everything even more complicated, you heard Felix's voice approaching the room, apparently talking on the phone.

Minho started laughing, hiding his face in your neck. His dick slid out of you, and you tensed up, thinking that as soon as you moved, everything would drip down your thighs, and your panties were out of reach to help you contain it.

“You guys don't want the tea?”

“I'll wait for it to cool down a bit…” you replied, now feeling sanity returning to your body and wanting to strangle the man behind you, who kept laughing.

“What are you guys watchi-... AH! Oh…”

You saw Felix with wide eyes when he looked at you both on the couch, instantly getting embarrassed after getting closer to where you were. As you predicted, just like Chris, he realized everything right away.

You didn’t know if you should say something or not, so you just stayed silent and thought about pretending to faint, because knowing Felix, you thought he would make some suggestive comment, and Jisung would finally figure it out. You were very nervous, and probably your face showed your desperation and panic, because you were saved.

“Jisung, ahn… I need your help. Can you come upstairs with me?”

“Help with what? I’m watching a movie…”

“I need to feed my fish. Let’s go upstairs.”

Oh my god, you thought your abdomen would explode from holding in your laughter. Any reaction from you could cause a much bigger mess, and the couch could be ruined, and it was communal. You had to contain yourself.

“You don’t even have a fish. Are you embarrassed to say something in front of them?”

“Yes, exactly. I need to tell you something, but it has to be upstairs.”

You breathed deeply, completely relieved when you heard the two of them going up the stairs. Felix had been brilliant, a true angel. However, two of the three people living there had noticed, so it wasn’t as discreet as it should have been. Of course it went wrong! You don’t know what the person who came up with this idea was thinking!

“Are you happy? Both of them figured it out!”

Minho was adjusting his pants, zipping them up and showing you your panties in his hands. You didn’t move because you wanted to ask him to give you the underwear so you could at least get up without dripping your fluids everywhere, but you didn’t even know how you were going to put them on without moving too much.

“They didn’t mind, and they might even have enjoyed it… maybe even think about you later.”

“And you don’t care if they do?”

“Why would I? They might think about you, but…” He got up from behind you, standing carefully while putting your panties back on, solving your problem. “It’s my cum that’s going to be dripping out of you until tomorrow.”

“You’re naughtier than I thought.”

“Only because you like it that way. Can we go upstairs? We’re not finished yet.”

“I know we’re not.”

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Wanna Get Stuck Between Your Teeth

🩸Previous Parts Here🩸

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heat, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, a little denial, flustered Kells, overwhelmed Kells, Dom being a good boy, pregnancy symptoms from hell, fingering, oral sex, misuse of a refrigerator, choking, face fucking, d/s undertones, Kells and his need for control, breath play, tripping, improper use of ice cubes, getting caught, nervous boys, coming clean, crime family togetherness, enemies to lovers 💣 Rating: explicit

All ideas helped by: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

It was an afternoon that had felt mostly like any other when a decision was taken out of the mob boss’s hands. They were trying to set up a new buy that day and everything was pissing Colson off. His pants were too tight and his stomach hurt. The fabric of his shirt was too itchy. Everything he tried to eat was completely wrong and he kept sweating so much he knew his jacket might be ruined but he had to wear it. That part of him he was trying so hard to deny was starting to show in earnest and he still wasn't comfortable spilling the truth to anyone who didn't already know. Every time he looked around his table he wasn't even sure who he could trust anymore. The news his mother was relaying from her deep throat dude was keeping him miserable and pissed. It made the omega question everything but his mate and the two men who basically lived with them. He hadn't remembered inviting Mod to stay but more often than not there he was.

“Turn the fucking air up. It's a god damn sauna in here.” He cursed to whoever would obey first.

“Boss it's freezing. You good?” One of his boys asked and Kells shot him a quick glare. Thankfully Dom still listened but the boy would do anything for him and he knew it. Including freezing his dick off. Shit.

“Never mind.” He groaned and pushed out of his chair, stalking off somewhere to find air. It was always stuffy in their basement building and while it was safe it was starting to feel gross. He made his way to the kitchen and unbuttoned his suit top and shirt before opening the refrigerator door and letting the cold air soothe him.

“Baby you good?” Dom approached his mate carefully. They'd been doing better since their last big blow out but that didn't mean he wasn't apprehensive at work. He was pretty sure the other men had figured out what they were but he wouldn't push.

“Fuck no. I'm melting, everything fucking hurts, I'm exhausted to the point of passing out on my fucking feet, and oh yeah! I can't even wear a T-shirt in LA!” Damnit! He'd meant to stay calm. He really hadn't wanted to get emotional but that was yet another thing he couldn't stop and he just wanted five minutes of peace.

Dom took a chance and stepped closer behind his lover, pressing his hands under his lover's bump. It wasn't much and they weren't very big yet but it took a little pressure off the omega's organs he hoped. “‘Ey don't mean to piss ya off. Jus’ letting ya know ‘ey ‘ere.” He hummed softly but the other man scoffed.

“As if I could forget for five seconds.”

“Ooooh, ya wanted to forget aye? Fhought ya wanted to cool down. I can ‘elp wiv forgetting.” The Alpha purred, one of his hands dipping lower on his mate's abdomen until he hit the straining buttons of his pants. His fingers made quick work of undoing them before he pushed them down and his body followed suit.

“What- Dominic, what the fuck?” Kells wasn't upset, he was just confused. They were more than in public they were at his fucking office where he was supposed to be- “Oh shit yeah- good boy. Fuck-”

Dom chuckled as he spread his lover's thighs and wound his arm around Col’s hip and between his legs before he slipped two fingers deep. He wasn't messing around for once, he knew what the other needed. He savored the feeling of Col’s cunt no matter how much he got to play. He was always hot and dripping wet and so fucking tight. “‘Ere ya go. Feel better?”

“Shut the fuck up. You'll ruin it.”

The Alpha huffed softly as he moved around his love to kneel between him and the open fridge. He didn't want to ruin his baby momma's cool but he knew how to get him off best. “Sure I should be quiet?”

“Fuck yes. Your voice is pissing me off today.” He meant it, but not in a rude way. Everything was pissing Colson off. He didn't know how the guy stayed in that crouched position flat on his feet so long but he wouldn't question magic. Not when it got him exactly what he needed.

Dom reached for Col’s hand and laid it gently on his head as his tongue flicked out over the tip of the omega's cock. “Make me.”

“Yeah? Maybe I don't hate you today.”

“Oh goody.” Dom grinned and rolled his eyes but he did take pride in what his partner said. He took even more in the look Colson gave him when he opened his mouth wide and waited to be choked like the ‘good boy' he was.

They'd been working through things Dom barely understood but it made them both feel safe and that was all that mattered. Of course Kells knew more in the bedroom, he couldn't even count how many beta girls he took to bed before they met, but Dom was mostly innocent of all that and especially the world of kinks. He knew he liked it when the older man pulled his hair and choked his breath. He loved giving up his control and Kells obviously needed it. It was mostly only with blowjobs but they were talking about someday letting the omega top. They both thought it was safer to wait for the baby to come but Dominic was happy with whatever he got.

“Mmm pretty little slut. Begging for it aren't you?” The omega cooed darkly, his hand curling around his dick as he fed the tip between plush pillow lips. Dom knew he wasn't supposed to answer but his eyes flashed red and his pupils blew. Colson didn't know how the fuck he got so lucky. An Alpha who could both fuck and take direction like the sub he seemed to need to be. Kells cursed when he hit the back of the boy's throat and the fingers inside him searched deeper. Dom had given him a moment to find his bearings but when his touch found Col’s spot he didn't let up.

The boy bobbed his head a few times, keeping the suction of his honestly obscene mouth tight. Kells might be the one with the pussy but his lover had the mouth to match. Col reached out with his free hand to hold onto the fridge door and he tried to find the perfect pace to roll his hips. The juxtaposition of the cool air and Dom's hot mouth was exactly what he needed. “Best boy. Take me so good. Relax?” He asked or demanded he wasn't sure.

Dom hummed softly and opened the back of his throat. His jaw went slack when his hair was tugged and he felt his mind drifting to that warm hazy place. He knew it was his need to be a good Alpha that made him so happy like that but he didn't mind when it made his omega so content. His own dick was throbbing, making his slacks feel as tight as his mate's. He could see the imprint on the man's inked abdomen from his waistline and hoped it wasn't fucking with their babe.

Colson's hand moved from simply pulling hair to cup the back of his boy’s head and on the next thrust forward he pressed deeper until he felt Dom's throat spasm around him. His other stayed tight on the door and distantly he noticed everything on the shelves shaking with their play. “Pussy tight. Fuck- Take it. I know you want to.” He rasped and was answered with a sharp massage of his spot. When he finally moved back the killer's eyes were red in more ways than one and dripping tears. “Choke or taste?” He panted, his legs already trembling. He could tell it took his bitch a second but Dom tapped him inside once to answer. Of course. Crazy psycho bitch. He was truly in love.

The Alpha could feel himself already near coughing and he knew he'd need his inhaler after he was done but the look of love and pleasure from his omega made everything worth it. Every pump inside him was bruising hard and he couldn't wait to feel the man cum for him. He tried to keep his lips tight, he knew the boss wouldn't want to look a mess, but drool was spilling down his chin. His arm was already dripping slick but he cupped his palm to try and keep it off Col’s pants.

“Almost- you're so fucking-” Whatever the omega was about to say was cut off when Dom's pillow pink lips hit his skin. That was the home stretch and his bitch was about to hit a home run. Veins were showing behind pale skin turning pink as the boy fought to not fight for air. Colson held him tight as the Alpha's fingers scissored inside him, his inner walls squeezing back tight. That golden coil of pleasure pulled tight in the man's belly as he bucked forward and back on his touch. When Dom's body started to struggle without his permission and his eyes blinked fast the omega broke.

Dominic stayed close until Kells all but ripped him off. He caught the last few drops of pearly white on his tongue while his arm and chest were drenched in slick. He tried to help keep his lover on his feet but he was barely alert himself so when Col’s knees buckled and he went to grab the ice box it tilted forward, spilling its contents over them both. He had just enough control to gently push the other man but Colson tripped over his pants and fell on his ass, thankfully catching himself with his hands.

Watching the Alpha catch the fridge for him felt erotic all on its own but the mess that surrounded them was more comical than it was driving him mad. When Dom tried to push it back in place the special tray they kept for whiskey round ice fell from the top shelf and hailed over his lover's head. When a few slid down inside the boy's shirt he jumped forward and fell against Col’s side. Surprisingly instead of complaining about the mess Kells couldn't help but laugh.

Dom grinned at his mate's glee and he chuckled along with him. They did look silly, he was sure, surrounded by the contents of the fridge, splayed on the floor, Colson's cock out, while the Alpha was soaking wet. At least the surprise ice had cooled his own need. “No ice play I guess?” The omega joked and Dom stuck his tongue out.

“It's different when ya know it's coming I'm sure. Why? You wanna try?” His voice was so fucked it sent a shiver down the man's spine.

Col's eyes went wide as he watched Dom pick up a ball of ice off his chest and pop it between his lips. He swallowed hard at the sight of his jaw working before the killer spit it out and held it between his thumb and pointer finger. He shivered when it was set against the tip of his now soft spent dick and his lover traced it down his shaft, over his balls, before it disappeared from view. He felt the cool air before the actual ice was slipping inside his cunt, followed close by his lover's middle finger. “Fuck-”

“Tha' should ‘elp ya cool down.” Dom purred with his choke shot voice as he kissed and licked over Colson's tattooed chest.

“N-not really?” The man tried to quip but his Alpha just smirked against his skin before flicking his tongue over his sensitive nipple.

Dom kept his mouth soft and his touch hard, his finger fucking the ice deep inside until all he felt around him was water. Colson growled when he pulled out but he cupped his palm there and waited. Crimson eyes met gold and the psycho demanded- “Push.”

“Oh-” Kells didn't know what sound escaped him but it was definitely high pitch and not his normal. He tried to gently do as he was told and even though he knew the bastard's plan, it was obvious, it was still shocking to watch Dom sip from his own palm whatever mix of water and slick he'd been given. “S-so ice play?”

“Mmm, fink so.” When the boy smiled at him it felt more like the lion grinning at the lamb but Colson wasn't normally anything so soft.

“Do you need me to…” The omega trailed off, looking down at Dom's lap with longing eyes.

“Nah, I'm waiting till I can be inside yas.” It was so simple and sweet but it made Col’s cock jerk.

“Maybe we should go home early? Rook can do the buy.” Shit any of his men could. Maybe he had been putting too much pressure on himself lately. Especially since he knew it bothered the boy to be here so often.

Eventually they got themselves up and straightened the room but as they made it back to the office it was insanely obvious they'd been up to something. When Kells settled at the head of the table and glanced around at his boys they all kept their eyes averted. He wouldn't stand for disrespect no matter what it was over. “The fuck crawled up your asses? Did someone fuck something up while I was gone for five minutes?” It had been an hour at least altogether but still.

Mod cleared his throat and Col looked to him to watch the beta tug at his own shirt and when the omega looked down at himself he cursed. Dom had buttoned his top but not his suit jacket. He hadn't even fucking thought. Shit. He hadn't bothered with it before he started showing, he needed access to his holster so he hadn't even thought twice. It wasn't a habit yet. He'd been denying his child this whole time besides quiet moments with his mate. He didn't want everyone knowing because he damn well knew he'd lose their respect. His gaze flicked to his lover in the corner who was finally taking his inhaler. This wasn't something the Alpha could protect him from and he probably wouldn't let him anyway.

He stood on shaking legs and tried to keep his breathing even as he slipped off his jacket and draped it on the table in front of him. He crossed his arms over the swell of his stomach and glared daggers at his men. “I'm not going to apologize for lying to all of you for so long. You know what the fuck it's like in our world. I couldn't have gotten where I am without it. I'd hope though knowing how I met you all and what the hell we do here that I can trust you. To me you're family and shit… it's just getting a little bigger. Travis knew. He knew from day one and he still set me up to take over. If you can't respect me I hope you can respect him. Are we good?” He tried to swallow the lump in his throat but tears burned his eyes that he had to fight back. He would not pussy out in front of them. Later. When he was safe in Dom's arms at home. Maybe.

“Uh boss?” Dub was the first to speak up, he was normally the calm and collected one. “We know you're an omega, I think some of us are just a little shocked you were fucking your mate where we eat.”

Colson could have predicted a world of reactions but that wasn't one and it definitely wasn't that the rest would burst out laughing at his shocked face. Mod just shrugged and shook his head but Rook eventually caught his breath enough to speak. “I mean I didn't know Travis but all these old timers did. I only figured you out a few months back. Sorry boss but you're kind of obvious.” And off he went again on his fit.

Dub pushed himself up to stand and walked over to put his arm around the omega's shoulders. Dom made a face at another man touching what was his but he tried to ignore it. “Colson man, I was there when Travis found you. A lot of us were. I've known since day one but I figured it was your choice how to live. I follow you because I respect the fuck out of what you do and I probably respect it more because of what you are. I know you fought tooth and nail to get here.” He sighed as he looked between Col's baby bump and the man who put it there. “We didn't want to fuck up your progress by acting like we knew shit. I'm glad you found someone who'll put up with your controlling ass. Good on you brother.” He nodded to Dom who tried to smile back.

Kells felt adrift as his friend walked away after patting his back. He was lost in a wave of confusion. He locked eyes with his mother as he sat back down and she gave him a gentle loving smile. “I told you. You should have known they'd accept you. Besides, they already follow an omega.” She teased with a playful wink and the boys laughed again.

“So you fucks all just… let me lie? I look like a douchebag!” He huffed.

“No boss, we get the need. It's not like everyone knew and some people probably wouldn't be so chill.” They all knew Rook meant Megan. She hadn't come in for weeks since she took her special assignment. She claimed deep cover but Colson knew she was trying to win over other people. She didn't know the guy was Collette's old friend. “You look like a douchebag but not because you lied about being an Alpha. You just look like one cause of those fucking glasses.”

Colson couldn't help but share a chuckle at that. He hadn't even worn a pair because he'd woken up with a headache. The child he was still scared of admitting existed was slowly taking away all his armor. “So we're good? Besides you all being raging assholes?”

“No problem to have. You're scary as fuck either way.” Rook held up his hands as if in surrender and Col rolled his eyes at the kid’s antics. He was the youngest recruit and newest besides Dom and Tom but he fit right in.

“Damn straight. We'll try not to fuck in the kitchen.” Kells acquiesced. He hadn't meant to let it go so far.

“I think we need a whole new fridge. I can't look at it the same. How am I supposed to eat my sandwich when I know it might have touched your ass?” Rook teased and Kells realized at least one of them must have actually seen them instead of just heard through the walls. He wouldn't feel ashamed though. He refused.

“Peeping fucking Tom.” He joked instead which of course got the other omega involved.

“Fuck you. I resent my name being used as an insult for such a creepy little voyeur. If he wants to watch he should just live with you. Can't go a week without catching you somewhere bodily fluids shouldn't be.” Tom grumbled and finally Dom started to relax.

“Not a voyeur, you two are the kinky fucks who probably wanted to get caught. Shaggy would be ashamed.” Rook shot back and Colson was surprised the boy even knew such an old reference. He was even more shocked when his mate joined in.

“Wasn't me.” Dom shrugged with an innocent face. Everyone seemed surprised to hear him talk but they all laughed until the faux Bambi look broke and the Alpha cracked a grin. “Besides we stayed off the counter mostly. I ain't no hea’ven.” The way he could never pronounce his ‘th’s always made Colson's belly flip but it just made him giggle harder.

“Tell that to our kid you just gave a fucking brain freeze.” The way it slipped out so easily made them both stop and share a look. It terrified Kells but he wanted to test being better about it.

“Holy shit TMI! I didn't stay and watch you sick fucks!” Rook threw a wadded up piece of paper in their direction that Dom easily caught and tossed back, hitting the other boy in the face. “Does that mean we can finally talk about the kid? It's been driving me nuts dude! I'm excited for a little one around here. Finally someone younger than me! No one can call me ‘kid’ or ‘baby face’ with a baby in the family.”

“We don't call you that cause you're the youngest. You just act like a little shit.” Dub teased, patting the guy on the back a bit too hard. They all always roughhoused. How had Kells not noticed they were being careful with him?

He gave his mate a look and Dom took his seat next to him, their hands finding each other under the table. He didn't know how to explain to them he was still adjusting to being a parent when they were all so excited so he just kept quiet as they joked between each other over who should get their names passed down. Absolutely not but he wouldn't ruin their fun. Not when they finally felt like a family again. “Wanna go ‘ome still?” Dom asked softly, squeezing his palm.

“Nah, not yet. Maybe we can order in and head out after? If you're good?” The omega made sure to ask, he didn't want to torture his mate.

“I'm good. If I ain't we'll jus' use the bafroom next time.” The Alpha winked.

“Hey Dom! Do you guys actually eat beans on toast over there? I'm trying to win a bet.” Rook called over and neither man knew how the conversation had made it to that point but Colson was just happy to see his lover finally included. With all the camaraderie he could almost ignore his nausea at the thought or anything else that had been pissing him off all day. The heat didn't feel so bad and his shirt wasn't so uncomfortable without the jacket on top. The swell of his stomach somehow didn't bother him, not even when Dom rested their twined hands against it.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 🖤

I'm a little dead so I hope the smut came out alright. Sometimes my brain says everything sucks. I hope you all enjoyed the boys finding out 🤭 of course everyone already knew. Hope you're still having fun with this cause I sure am 🩸🖤

[dnfao3tags]

Really random but do you have any fics of Dream catching George mausterbating (sorry my spelling I so bad) or playing with sex toys and then it ends up in sex??

a similar tag is perhaps my watching porn tag -> here

and here's what you specifically asked

getting caught

— You’re Dying For Me by gnftavi (expl. | comp. | 1.5k)

“Dream— Ah! I-I’m gonna cum!” George moaned out, breath hitching. “Are you?” A voice came from behind the couch. George’s body reacted before he could. He sat up quickly, shoving his dick into his pants quickly. His head whipped around, eyes meeting the person who was standing behind him. It was Dream. Of fucking course it was.

Part 1 of You're Dying For Me pt 1 + 2

— Sit Tight, Get Messy by dnfsinner, isntitcrazy (expl. | comp. | 15k)

George goes into Dream's room and finds something that he wasn't supposed to see. Perhaps the key to what he wanted had been breaking the rules all along.

— i used to be my own protection by oopsiedoops (expl. | comp. | 4k)

"You heard me?" George looked mortified, crimson shame creeping up his face. "Well...yeah." Dream rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "And saw." "Oh, God."

— Guilty Pleasures and an Even Guiltier Presence by icycas (expl. | comp. | 1k)

George forgets to turn off teamspeak one day and Dream lingers in the call.

— I Go Off Like a Gun by Fetish Ball (arsenicarose) (expl. | comp. | 5k)

George gets off to the thought of Dream, and Dream overhears.

[undercoverdrxco]

Anthony Bridgerton/You

Here’s to the Honeymoon (5+1)

- five times that you were caught, and one time you were not -

…here’s to celebrating your honeymoon in the same house as the nosiest of Bridgertons

[xnarlie-starlightx]

When someone’s already catching up what’s going on being like: Wait a minute…

[impala1967dwinchester]

Jensen Ackles- New Girl

Pairing: Jensen x Mrs.Ackles, Jensen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Home Wreaker, cheating, married and cheating, scandalous, almost getting caught, feelings, accidentally being a home wrecker, therapist, implied smut, roughness.

Summary: Being Jensen's secretary comes with a very odd relationship. One that Jensen seems perfectly fine with.

WC- 2.9k

A/n- @firefly-graphics for dividers

Main Master List // Jensen A. Master List

"I need you in my office in five," Jensen said to me over the speaker from the landline. Five minutes was a long enough time for him to change from being pissed off and ready to blow off steam on yelling at me. His words echoed in my mind.

I'd been working with Jensen for the past 6 months. Everything was cosher until the workload got harder, and the stress on Jensen got worse. When he had hired me, it was "Yes, sir", and "Yes, Mr. Ackles right away Mr. Ackles." But now it wasn't anything but a few words to me every day. The office was bleak and so was Mr. Ackles's attitude.

I hadn't the slightest clue as to what was truly ever going on with my boss. You'd think that I would, I'd hear gossip or find something out, but that was never the case. He was so damn secretive about nearly everything.

Five minutes never seemed so fast. I bumped my leg, my heel ever so slightly hitting the carpet floor. I kept my eyes on the right lower corner of my computer screen. Watching the clock tick by. You could say that this was a waste of time and you might be right. You could say that I could be working on something, but it would be worthless especially if I knew that was where this was going.

Mr. Ackles only ever called me into his office, when he was going to fuss and yell at me. He was a great employer when he was 'a nice' employer. There is always something about him coming back from lunch with his wife.

Something about his wife made him furious. No matter what he'd come in guns blazing and a few moments later he'd call me in. I realized at the start of my employment what it really meant when he called me into his office.

I was a paid therapist at those times. He vented to me about his wife, and how he wish 'I could somehow get out of this ridiculous relationship.' I slide the wheeled chair back, shaking the bravery onto my face as I went into the lion's dens. I let my heels glide me over to his door, knocking only once.

"Come in." It was quick and cold. Not loud and robust like I expected to come through the door. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Mr.Ackles had taken off his dress jacket it was laying around the edge of his chair, and had rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. A look that would nearly have me at my knees if he was anyone else.

He was my boss, and yes we had an odd relationship when it came to me coming into his office, but I couldn't and wouldn't think of my boss as a hot older gentleman. It would go against everything I believed in, and for starters, you can't be in love with your boss.

"Mr.Ackles," I said, from here I wasn't sure what was going to happen. I was never truly sure what sort of plans came into his head while he waited in his office for me.

Would today be another day of wasting hours of listening to him come to the same conclusion that he hated his wife? That he wished for something and someone different in his life. With Mr. Ackles being the head of his company, I think it was rather hard to deal with everything that came with running a business and treating your life like you were walking on eggshells.

I had only met his wife once. Slightly orange hair that was longer than mine, tall and demanding behavior as she walked into the halls. On the prowl for her husband, searching through rooms and halls. Until she came to my desk. Now, this was at the very being of my employment. She gave me a rather snotty look, before looking me up and down and scoffing. "Hello, may I help you?" I was still new to the job and new ways of being a secretary. With a roll of her eyes, and a hand placed on her hip. "I'm here for my husband. I'm Mrs. Ackles" She said.

I rang her husband and heard the saddest sigh ever over the phone. A sigh of disappointment, sadness. I'm not sure what was sad, the yelling made the conversation hard to listen to. She came out speed walking down the hallway. "You can fuckin' deal with him." and with that, she had never walked back into the office.

"Mr. Ackles. I can sit down if you need me to." I said softly. I never wanted to yell, for too many reasons but one of them. Was simply because I wasn't like his wife. He had yet to look up at me from his desk, his eyes cast down on the wood pattern. I took a moment and waited for some sort of something to come out of his mouth.

I moved further into his office. Closing the door behind me, and walking past the chair that was laid out for people. I stood next to the side of his desk, hopping up onto the desk. My legs were crossed and my skirt rose up on my thighs. My skin showing off, and not on purpose. "I'm here, whatever you need Mr. Ackles," I said softly again. You don't need to rush him.

"It's Jensen, Y/n." He said finally, but his gaze was looking down at his wooden desk. I reached out, "Okay, Jensen. Can we talk about what happened?" I said. My hand landed on his shoulder blade. I felt him shiver at the touch I swallowed thickly. Worried that maybe I had crossed a line, an invisible line. He moved under my touch my hand slipping from his shoulder blade and made into my own lap. Jensen was leaning into his big office chair, but it wasn't big enough.

I tried to come up with some words, but sometimes silence is better. "You know she's always so worried that I'm fucking you." Jensen said, my first inticst was to ask why, ask how she had come up with a conclusion like that. "I can't tell if she's saying I'm fucking you over, or she truly thinks that I'm fucking you." My hand came up to my hair fingers running thorugh it. Worry was written on my face. I could feel it, and I knew that Mr. Ackles could see it.

"Why would she think that, sir?" I asked. Jensen looked over me, and for the time I noticed something I had never seen before. Freckles, that were littering his cheeks, and nose. If I had the time I'd count and recount them every day. I shook my head trying desperately to get out of my own thoughts. "I'm not sure, maybe she is jealous of just how much time we spend together? Maybe she is jealous of how pretty you are?" Jensen said. My heart quickened in my chest I swear he could hear it.

"I'm not as beautiful as she is though. She shouldn't worry about me, I'm nothing in comparison to her." I said quickly, say only what is right to say, not what you feel in this type of satin. I didn't realize just how close I had gotten myself to Mr. Ackles. Not even more then a arms length away from each other.

God, I had never realized how good he smelt. His cologne was everywhere in this room, about him was like a drug. The closer Jensen and I got the more my heart raced in my chest. "Maybe I should just do what my wife is accusing me of doing. Maybe I should let myself take what I want after all these months." He said. It was loud and clear. "Maybe I should just drag you over my desk and fuck you raw, like my wife thinks." Jensen said. My mouth was left gapping open.

All sorts of thoughts ran throw my head before I felt the softest touch on my exposed skin. I looked down to see a giant hand nearly wrapping around my thigh. "I'm sure she... I'm sure she doesn't think you're doing anything like that with me, Mr. Ackles." I muttered. "Why because I'm your boss?" Mr. Ackles asked. I was chewing at my lip. Thinking about how to get out of this. Jensen seemed perfectly fine with having his hand wrapped around my thigh.

"Yes," I whispered as I continued to look down at his hand on my thigh. His fingers moved, squeezing at my flesh. if I was smarter, if I didn't want this I would have moved already, but at last, I'm still sitting here on his desk, with his fingers playing at my flesh.

"So, are you saying you wouldn't love me to fuck you with my fingers?" Jensen hinted. My words weren't working, and neither was my mouth as I tried and failed to come up with something to say to Mr. Ackles. There could be a thousand things that happen. We could get caught, he could fire me after everything because he realized that he fucked up, or he... we could continued whatever this new relationship is.

"How about you just relax and come here," Jensen said pointing towards the center of the desk. He pushed a few things out of the way and made room for me. I didn't move at first too scared that if I did, everything that had been said in the small space would prove untrue. He waited until he grew impatient. "Come now, I promise you," Jensen said softly, reaching out his hand so I could take it. I hopped down from the desk with his help before moving in front of him. Jensen moved back in the office chair, the wheels helping move him back to give me room to hop onto the desk once again.

Once again I was sitting at his desk. I tried to cross my legs, but Jensen stopped that. Pinning them instead next to each of his thighs. My heels dug into the office chair as I realized how exposed I was to him. "Look at you, doing so good for me." Jensen praised me, his words felt like smooth honey rolling down my back. Making me relax more into his touch.

"I noticed that you shut the door behind you when you came in," Jensen commented, I turned to look at the door. I bit my lips before turning back around and looking down at him. "Did you do that on purpose? Did you think that something was going to happen?" Jensen questioned me. I shook my head, not trusting how my words might come out.

"You'll have to answer me sooner or later, don't go forgetting you work me now Y/n." Jensen said, as he brought his hands further up my legs. Caging me in with his body, as I caged him in with my legs. "You know I should have seen it beforehand." He continued. "You're always so sweet to me, letting me ramble on about how shitty of a relationship I have with my wife. I bet you wanted to take advantage of that. Did you want to take advantage of your boss huh?" Jensen questioned me. I shook my head. "Oh you poor sweet thing." Jensen teased. I swallowed hard, as I wondered how faar he would elt this go.

"Are you worried we might get caught?" He asked. For the first time, my words came tumbling out of my mouth with no regard for how small or timid they might sound. "Yes, I'm afraid we might get caught," I whispered. "Oh no sweetheart. We won't get caught because you're going to be real quiet." He said encouruaging me to agree with him. "wuiet?" I asked. "Yeah, quiet. So I can fuck you." Jensen said.

His fingers twitching as they got closer and closer to my waist. "Mr. Ackles, don't you think this has gone to far. I wouldn't wanna upset.." i was shushed by Jensen. One finger coming up to brush up agasint my lips. My attention had drawn out and began to focus on his long pointer finger. I felt my eyes cross as I looked down the bridge of my nose.

"Like I said Y/n, it's Jensen. Frankly, I don't give a shit what Mrs. Ackles thinks. Unless you care about whatever boy toy you've got waiting for you at home? If you have any boy toy waiting for you at all." Jensen said. "No I don't have anyone waiting for me at home," I said quietly. Thinking and reminding myself just lonely I indeed was. this job was everything that I had. It was the most interaction I had with anyone in a while now. I didn't have a shit ton of girlfriends, so there wasn't much of leaving the house and getting shit-faced drunk before rushing back home for work on Monday morning. I didn't have a boyfriend that was excepting me back home after my work day ended. I didn't even have an animal that I took care of.

Mr. Ackles was my life in an odd and obsessive way.

"Y/n come back to my baby. I know you must feel lonely, and I can fix that for you." He said, his hand turning and cupping my cheek. "But you've got to keep it our little secret." He said eyes big, not willing to open up to anyone or anything. This was the closest we had to trusting each other.

"Okay," I said. It was simple. Saying it was simple, but what happening was far from simple. It was what you read in fantasy novels or romance novels. "Good," he said before he was leaning in,. I melted as he got closer to my touch. Excitement was running through my bones, and I breathed in one last time before his lips were on mine.

I had expected something different. With Jensen's rough exterior, I was expecting the same as how he would kiss or touch me. Everything led to something new that I was discovering. His lips were plump and soft when they came in contact with mine. He was cradling my cheek, there wasn't an ounce of pressure behind any movement he made.

There was no tongue that came busting into my mouth. Nothing forced, as Jensen's lips came lifting off my mine. "Now, that wasn't too bad was it?" he asked me. There was a twinge in his eyes, something had shifted in him as he kissed me. I could feel just how hot my face was. Just how much the blush had covered over my face.

"Aren't you just a cutie?" Jensen teased as he left my immediate space. I shook my head, "Mr. Ackles..." I tried to say but was stopped by a strong arched brown looking back at me. "It's Jensen dearie." He said but urged me to continue. "Jensen are you gonna touch me soon?" I asked, my words of course are timid, but enough to make him laugh.

A heavy, deep laugh from the bottom of his stomach. "Are you getting a little frustrated with how sweet I'm being with you?" He questioned me. "Hmm" Humming, I took a deep breath, and leaned into him. Kissing him deeply, all while I let my finger roam around him.

Undoing the buttons of his collared shirt, my hands glided over the white tank top covering his warm skin. "Can you take this off?" I asked innocently. "Of course anything for you." He said leaning back and stripping from the collared shirt and the tank top. Warm-toned skin came into view. Abs that weren't super toned were definitely there to be seen. I let my hands do whatever they wanted to do. Grazing over his skin down to meet the ridge of his dress slacks. Playing ever so slightly with the belt that held them nicely on his hips.

"No, not yet dearie." He said swatting my hands away from his belt. "You already got something, now why don't we make it fair and you lose some more clothing." He commented. I bit my lip and blinked a few times before reaching for my blouse. "Do you want the pleasure?" I asked him dragging the motion out. He didn't think too hard and for too long. His fingers took over control of my blouse. Undoing all of the buttons until the only thing that was left was my bralette. A dark purple that hung nicely to my skin tone.

"Purple? A very naughty color for you to be wearing to work don't you think?" Jensen said as he cupped my breasts in his hands. "I would have never thought about this when I hired you." I shivered at the thought as he continued to play with my breasts through the thin purple lace. "Whatever you say, Jensen." I huffed out. The teasing of his fingers and hands. Warm flesh against warm flesh was wonderful.

"I have all sorts of things planned for your sweet thing," Jensen said before letting his face fall into the valley of my breasts. His lips and mouth teased, licking, and sucking at my skin. My hand came into his hair, a slight pull and tug here and there as I couldn't help but moan at each of his teasing licks.

"What am I going to do with you, Mr. Ackles?" I said through moans of pure enjoyment. Jensen lifted his head, looking up at me through thick lashes. "You aren't sure what you're going to do with me, but I know what I'm going to do with you," Ackles said. Leaning up to kiss me softly.

Completed on: 01/25/2023

Posted on: 01/26/2023

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