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sanghyukstattoos · 4 years ago

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SF9's reaction: cockwarming

Genre: fluff-fluff-fluff; smut-smut-smut

Characters: SF9!

A/N: None of the images in the collage are mine, refer to here for more; For more SF9, read here, for iKON, read here and for optional bias writings, read here!

Youngbin:

Plays in pairs

When you first present the idea to him, given that the circumstances are of a light atmosphere, you'll fluster him, impeccably. His cheeks will turn pink and he'll maybe giggle a little and cover his mouth out of shyness but he won't be averted to the idea. He loves it but you just caught him off guard ahaha. When it's under a serious circumstance, like you are describing what you would like to try out, he would seriously contemplate your idea. He won't seal the deal if he doesn't like it the first time around. He'll try for a second to give it a chance. During your first time trying this out, it'll be spontaneous. Like you are watching a movie or a documentary and you or him decide that you want to give it a try. He'll firmly hold your waist as you settle onto him. If you are horny, you wait for a few minutes before you think, 'Enough of this' and rock him out of this world. What could he say? If you aren't, it'll be peaceful. But there's a dilemma. If you are sitting on the sofa, you can't see the screen. But you want to watch (sad). He'll say, ''It's okay'' and switch off the tv and it will resume in the bedroom. Just a beautiful atmosphere where you have deep conversations. He'll listen to your insight and internally marvel at how your perspective and compliment them with some of his own. It's like turn-taking, an essential part of a relationship where you go back and forth, speaking about one topic to the end of it where you have nothing to say anymore and then you'll move onto the next. It'll go on for ages, till the two of you are hungry. When the two of you go the kitchen to make something, he'll do what he couldn't do when the two of you were cock warming. The same thing may happen when the two of you are about to fall asleep, the lack of lights appeal to his other side, love-making.

Inseong:

This one is a funny bunny

It's a routine for you to cock warm after sex just like when he's on the laptop, surfing the net at the dinner table and you are sat on his cock, back to his chest, keeping him warm. After sex, it's a gateway to another round, on the bed or in the shower or to sleep in that position but not cock warm. He would love cock warming in the morning if it's cold then, probably in your balcony or in the kitchen, hugging you from behind and trailing his hands to your tummy and chest every now and then. He would love when you capture when you capture his lips in a sweet embrace, beginning a long make-out session when he's in you. If he's horny, you can bet that he's going to tell you about it. ''Babe'', he places a delicate kiss on your neck, ''tell me'' you moan out. His hands have already found your tummy and trailed downward, rubbing your clit but not to just merely stimulate you, to see if you are wet as he imagines you to be. He loves you. He's going to make love to you, to see those expressions on your face and feel you around him, holding you in his arms till the two of you have exhausted yourselves out which could one round or more than one. I can imagine you and him in the kitchen, he's got you pressed against the counter and that's how the cock warming while horny scene may play out. Another one is when abroad, maybe in a hotel or airbnb, he'll have you in his arms but that's not how it starts. He'll be playful about it, surprising you with a hug from behind, kissing the spot near to your ear, whispering some *interesting* innuendo into your ear, it makes you laugh anyway. A couple of seconds later, he's turning you around, kissing your tummy and inner thighs all the way till he's on his knees, he'll make sure to nuzzle his nose against your panties and lick a stripe at the material, slowly pulling them down. Arousal buzzes through you because he's telling you, ''fuck, baby you taste so good, stay still for me'' or something like that, it's a little muffled because he is preoccupied in drawing you to pleasure and pleasure and then release. He'll eat you out multiple times or till your knees buckle, depending on whether you had sex previously and then just maybe, in a moment driven by passion, he'll carry you to the sofa and that's where you'll cock warm, giggling to one another of what just happened, what you want to do afterwards. Wrap your legs around his waist, press him against the sofa and lift your hips again, he'll start the process again, all while laughing. It's just light-hearted.

Jaeyoon:

Absolute sweetheart/ dream husband

In this scenario, let's say that he is your husband. When you suggest cock warming, he's a little uncertain (by his little frown) but also inquisitive (by his questions), *Frowning* ''What is it about?'' would be the situation, he would look very cute when he asks. Presumably the two of you would be cuddling and you happened to stumble onto this conversation, he would not be shy, just like, 'You have an idea, let's hear it then!', also like an explorer, he's willing to try new things even if it means pushing his boundaries a little bit. But, this does not fall into that category of pushing boundaries. Maybe pushing his patience if he's horny. The latter scenario is guaranteed to occur at multiple points of time. You'll be lying on your side with his cock in your ass, it's a little jerk that alerts you or his hands that begin to wander everywhere like kissing your neck, then your lips and his hands have already begin to stimulate your clitoris. You moan into the kiss and then he knows and he smiles into the kiss while rocking his hips against yours. Everything is forgotten in the background. Unless it's life-threatening. Like food can burn or you could watch three episodes on netflix that you aren't truly watching, he's not stopping till the both of you are tired to the bone and have released multiple times. Quite the sweetheart though, he'll get up and shake himself if he's about to fall asleep the next minute and he'll grab a cloth for you like you protest but he says as he's already getting up, ''no, stay there, I've got it!''. You smile and slump and he cleans you, tosses it away and then climbs on top of you, pulling you into his arms. If he can, he'll try the idea of cock warming and spoon you throughout the night but if he can not, he'll definitely do it the next day. He's committed to the plans he makes or what's going on at that moment. Let's say you have an argument, you are trying to smooth things out, ruffle out misunderstandings and you won't talk it out with sex but communicate to him about it. The night will end in cock warming, to bring you closer and then it's all jokes from there, especially about the argument, it's either you teasing him or the other way around and that's how you fall asleep: content.

Dawon I Lee Sanghyuk:

He has his days.

On a day when he's tired, to the bone maybe, he's come back from work and you want to cuddle, using the idea of cock warming to propose the intimacy you want to feel during the night that you couldn't during the day, I'm sure that he'll do it for you. If he does not fall asleep immediately, he'll caress your backside, admiring the way the flesh conforms to his grasp. He loves all of you. He will pepper kisses along your neck, down your collarbone and to your breasts, sucking your erect buds but he won't touch your centre. He likes to go slow, never stopping these moments with you or he'll take you in the morning. At times like these, he loves when you touch him, just your touch on his skin, turning heated. When you are making out, it would be your tug on his hair, like urgency for more or roaming your hands all over him or tracing his hair from his navel to the band of his underwear would be his favourite save for the best of all, when you direct how everything goes. If he does fall asleep immediately, it'll be after he kisses you. During this time, regardless of whether you were cock warming or not, he would love for you to tangle your fingers in his hair, it lulls him to sleep and even to sleep in your chest, being the small spoon, he would absolutely love it. He has trouble sleeping alone but when he's with you, it's not the case. When he stretches you out after days of not having sex, he tries to hold himself back from releasing, the wait and foreplay was enough to spiral his mind, gasping in your ear. But if you are too tired, he'll take it into consideration, seriously and hold back from lifting his hips off yours and filling you up. When he cock warms just to end the day comfortably, it will turn it into sex if the two of you contain some semblance of energy and are away from that playful and teasing mood, with hours on end before you sleep. It will be just the feeling of his cock filling you up, holding you to the bed with your legs wrapped around his waist, whispering how much he loves and that you are doing well, growling and stilling, your release triggering his, holding you when you are tired or in between rounds decorates the night. He holds your hand when you have sex, always, if your hands aren't roaming his body, feeling it. Otherwise, he'll hold you, preferably with all of your clothes off, no material between the two of you, you two speak about your day, the present and the future. It could even be a tickle session that ensues. The atmosphere will be lively, especially with his jokes and teasing and all the loves he has to offer.

Rowoon I Kim Seokwoo:

Prince of visuals, no?

Since he has such visuals, let's imagine that he takes you on a yacht (ya-ch-ht; hard time spelling that folks 🥵 + why do people go on a yacht? I'm struggling to think of a reason?). Seokwoo's marvelling over your amazement at the beauty of the ocean, the clear blue waters and occasional shade of the fish passing by. He even jokes that he hopes ''no shark gets the two of you'' and then laughs at your expression. Please, he's trying, don't throw him overboard :/. You enjoy the heat some more before he's by your side again, the yacht is paused, it gives you ideas. As soon as he's sat by your side, you take to straddle him, therefore effectively cutting him off. The surprise is evident on his face but his hands are resting on your backside, getting comfortable there. He groans out when your lips touch his neck, nipping the flesh to give him love bites which earns those husky groans of his. They send vibrations down your spine, tingling your core with wetness. With such a beautiful scenery surrounding the two of you, it's easy to fix your eyes on two places and think about how beautiful either are. He intimately hugs you, sucking an area on your breast, removing it from your top and placing the perk bud into his mouth, the act itself is hot and you grind down on him, not holding back your moans because of the silence of the ocean, save for the splashing of waves. You ride him, letting out sweet fucking moans, whimpering in his ears for him that it's so good, you can't get enough. When you are all sweaty, you cock warm in the shade, making out. It's a very soft moment, like sealing the deal? He wants to make you happy and he'll do stuff for you to achieve it. Cock warming is bonding for the two of you, to spoon and gossip about the other rich couples that you saw or speak about your day or just lay there, in each other's arms, enjoying the moment. When it's cooler, he would be okay to cock warming in a public space such as underneath a tree on a beach. You may be a bit far from the sea but you can smell it which makes you happy. It's a very calming day when you are tucked in his arm, leaning on his chest with his cock buried deep inside of you, feeling a little chilly but you are covered by a blanket. All in all, it's private for the two of you.

Zuho I Baek Juho

Cat man 🦸‍♂️

He would love to cock warm indoors, when his cats are sleeping, safely tucked in their beds as you are in each other's arms. It'll be quiet, you can only hear what's outside, maybe the train passing by or vehicles or pure silence which is hard to come but not impossible. If something's disturbing you like traffic, heavy honking, he's not for it and he'll move you two to somewhere else like the bed or on his studio chair. If you are tired and want to cock warm while he is producing, he'll hold you close to him and ignore the cramp in his legs. When he sees you sleep, he'll go soft and admire your prettiness, not forgetting to wrap a blanket around you. When it's silent, a relaxing atmosphere in which you can fall asleep easily, it's where cock warming will occur the most. An example could be in a space by the windows in a high-rise building or if the place was in a non-busy area like the countryside. There are occasional noises, some make you perk up while other's make you laugh, all while intimately spooning with him. You tell him: it's an indescribable feeling but you will try explaining. Don't be scared, he'll love your words. Relating cock warming to something and being subtle instead of explaining outright would prompt his chest to blossom with love from you, it's the feeling you've brought out from him and to in expressing his feelings, he may cry a little and kiss you like 'Can you feel this love I feel for you? I love you'- is what he is trying to say through the kiss. It's a very wholesome moment, your confessions to each other, spoken beautifully. He would also love to cock warm bare, without any clothes so that the two of you can be purely intimate and he loves your body. If you don't or lack appreciation for your fine self, he'll initiate cock warming if you aren't already and kiss your body and squeeze the parts he can't reach like his appreciation for your butt/ breasts/ stomach or whichever one it is that you are conscious of/ don't love as much as possible. And the opposite too! If he's not feeling okay or feels conscious of himself (pressure from people telling him how artists should look?), cock warming would be a way for you two speak about it whilst loving one another at the same time.

Yoo Taeyang:

What a precious guy

May be confused about the concept at first, even awkward the first time you attempt this, it takes him a little while to get used to this scenario: laying on the bed in each other's arms after carefully navigating your limbs around, his cock in you, completely. But he warms up, he'll make sure that you are comfortable and will also love to take this concept elsewhere, like the living room when you watch tv. When he's tired, he may not be able to carry it out simply because he has no energy or he may be horny (head) but not (body), it happens~ When that happens, he wakes you up with kisses, all over your body and he'd do this, regardless of what happened the previous night, it's automatic for him. Another scenario would be when he is bored, laying around doing nothing and fumbling for something to do, he'd initiate cock warming, that little sigh when he slips into you, relief. From there, he may definitely not hold himself back, the two of you would end up having sex. If it's you and he's doing something and you want to sit on his cock, he'll set down what he is doing and let you. As you hold onto him, he'll notice your whimpers, softly decorating his ear, letting him know how much you want him. He'll tease you till you are hiding away in the crook of his neck or playfully hitting him but he'll satisfy your desires all night. It's for you. However, when he does want to cock warm, he'll snuggle into you, nestling his head over yours. Little touches, lingering over your waist will be presented to you, as well as his admiration for your body. He'll cock warm in your sex or ass. When it's in your ass, he'll take his time admiring your ass, your breasts, any place he can place a kiss on really but he's not really kissing, he's looking and telling you how much he loves you.

Hwiyoung I Kim Youngkyun:

Resident cutie

He's got you in the palm of his hand especially because of that cute face, cute expressions, cute mannerisms, overall a very lovable guy. Can be awkward sometimes but it's okay because his loving personality makes up for it. Is also a shy little bean at first which makes you want to shower him with lots of love and praise. Glady accepts your kisses and hugs, gets shy when you first do them but eventually reciprocates them. To the point where it's comfort, safety and that you can be vulnerable with each other. *This is quickly turning into a boyfriend! Hwiyoung*. It's something that he suggests, the idea of cock warming. Really your jaw should drop when you hear it from your boyfriend. After a sex session, when the both of you are all sweaty and won't go for another round, he wouldn't mind if you were on your knees, keeping his cock warm with your mouth. He could be leaning back on the seat, going through his favourite sites while you sit in between his legs, ignoring the ache in your thighs. He would have you cock warming naked, bare for him and only him to see while he himself is fully clothed. That session could have potentially included bdsm, in a separate room that you have specially for it and this time, you could have been flogged, denied your release or being used, whatever your fantasies may be. It could also be the opposite way where you are the dom. In that case, it would be a command or a form of bonding where he will be punished if he moves when he is in your sex or you cuddle and speak to one another about the session, respectively. If bdsm is not included, then he would love to cock warm! To him, he gets to be with you and speak to you- whatever it may be about. For example, it could be deep, philosophical conversations or you both cuddle and sleep. Either way, he likes spending time with you especially in such a quality manner.

Chani:

*insert a gulp and a surprised face*

Remember that SF9 was discussing about mature concepts as a part of planning for their Kingdom stages and the editors used a fish filter to emphasise Chani's round eyes or rather, his innocence. ''HUh!??!'' is his brain, whirring away like an air conditioner at an office, rolling round and round when you propose this concept. He goes blank and you just sit back, waiting patiently. It has come to this moment. But his smile grows and it keeps on growing till he's unexpectedly pulling you onto his lap and connecting your lips. He knows that you should discuss it first but first, he wants to have you as close as possible when you discuss this. At first, he's peppering kisses on your face with you giggling, telling him that you want to continue and then he says, ''one moment baby'' before he swoops in for your lips. You reciprocate the passion, the moment is neither heated nor too soft, just in between and you have a make-out session for a couple of minutes. He doesn't know why, it's random but the both of you are loving it, like an initiation ceremony into a new stage of your relationship. And here were all along, navigating blind (👀🚫). It's planned with enough space for creativity. You are on the bed and you squeeze his shoulders when he presses at your entrance and fills you up. You wait to adjust to him. At first he's like, ''This it?'' and you have to laugh at that, quite true that you also though the same thing. Soon he's kissing you all over, sucking your nipple and the area around it, turning it a shade darker: he's teasing you, taking his time till he's done cock warming. He tells you that he would love to try out cock warming in your ass sometime and then it's all giggles from there. You ask, ''did you search-'', cut off by his fingers that circle your clit and press, drawing a gasp or a hitch of the breath from you. Then he starts to rock his hips and you know that cock warming is over, at least for now. He's hovering on top of you and losing control over his thrusts and spilling into you later on. A common scenario would be when he's playing games and you are sitting on his cock, maybe sleeping or doing something else, unbeknownst to his friends that he's speaking with on his headset.

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cocobutnochanel · 4 years ago

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The Kims | 18+

Genre: smut, angst, drama, au

Main Characters: Kim Minseok, Kim Junmyeon, Kim Jongin x Reader (oc: female)

Warnings: profanity, sex scenes, aggression, mature themes, slavery(not literally idk)

Summary: When you thought life wasn't a fairytale and you were no Cinderella, truth slaps you in the face when you become an orphan overnight and your step-family sells you off to the richest family in town.

Kink List: verbal degradation, size difference, exhibitionism, blowjob, gagging, mention of tears, spanking, overstimulating, daddy!Junmyeon

Part 3

(Part 1, Part 2)

The following days were boring once again. The Kims were busy, as per usual. Their money wasn’t made by staying at home and laying around. You really had no idea what their family’s business was into but it was safer that way. Baekhyun always said that the less you know, the better.

You sniffed the air and immediately guessed it was cookies. You ran to the kitchen where Kyungsoo was mixing the ingredients while the oven beside him was releasing a very distinct smell.

“That smells so good!” You inhale once more, catching Kyungsoo’s attention. He beckoned you to come nearer. “Help me with this, will you?” He pointed to the bowl.

“Sure.” You smiled at him and skipped to his side. You look at the dough he was mixing. “You should really add more chocolate chips.” You advise to the older guy.

He looked at you with thinking eyes. “Won’t it be too sweet then?” He asked, still holding the whisk in his hand. He contemplated for a moment but followed your advice nonetheless.

You smile when you see him pouring half a cup of chocolate chips onto the mixture. Kyungsoo was good with food but he liked his food not that sweet. He always needed yours or Baekhyun’s opinion.

After mixing, he jokingly puts some of the mixture on a tiny teaspoon. “Try it.” He jokes but you open your mouth and go for the mixture.

You let your tastebuds examine it before your eyes light up at the satisfactory taste. “That’s it! You got it, Kyungsoo-oppa!” You exclaim a little too loud. Kyungsoo grinned at how you gushed over the tiniest things.

“You really are a child.” He pinched your nose and ruffled your hair. “Yah, oppa! Don’t do that!” You glared at him jokingly which made him laugh even more.

You hear someone clear their throat. You quickly turn around and see Junmyeon walking inside the kitchen.

“Young master, we weren’t expecting you. How can we help you?” Kyungsoo immediately greeted him, saving you and your flustered self. You bow your head towards Junmyeon as a late greeting. You silently hope he won’t give you shit because of this.

“I just went to check since I heard some voices.” He nodded at Kyungsoo, making the tension in the air even thicker. Baekhyun appears by the open door behind Junmyeon and his eyes widen at the site of our boss in the kitchen.

Quietly, Junmyeon turned around and walked out of the kitchen. He whispered something to Baekhyun’s ear and proceeded to walk away. You sighed after the nerve-wracking scene finally ended. Junmyeon might look gentle and soft but he is no exception to the danger all the Kims have.

“You okay, Y/N?” Kyungsoo’s worried voice made you look at him. “I’m fine, oppa. Still not used to them, I guess.” Your voice was weak and faint. You shook your head, trying to get the nervousness out of your system.

Baekhyun entered the kitchen with a worried face and you look at him questioningly. His gaze shifted to Kyungsoo and back to you. This time, he even looked more worried.

“Spill it, Baek.” You say to him confidently despite your heart beating against your chest.

“Kyungsoo, Junmyeon said to bring Y/N to the study now.” Baekhyun looked away as if that would erase the worry on his face. You were confused as to why Junmyeon would say that to Baek. He could’ve told us directly or sent me after him but he didn’t. He had to order Baekhyun and now this overthinking man was all over the place.

“It’s okay, Baek. He’s probably just pissed we’re noisy.” You try to reassure him but your voice audibly shook. “We’re fine, Baekhyun.” Kyungsoo walked to Baek’s side and placed a hand on his shoulder.

Kyungsoo beckoned you to follow him out of the kitchen. He took his apron off by the counter and started walking down the hallways of the mansion.

You sigh once again and Kyungsoo turns around for a moment. You mouth an ‘I’m fine’ to him. He walked continuously until we reached the study’s door.

Kyungsoo cautiously knocked and announced your arrival. “Bring her in.” You hear Junmyeon’s muffled voice through the door. Kyungsoo turned the doorknob and pushed the wooden door open carefully. He gave you one last glance until he gestured he would leave.

“No, Kyungsoo stay.” Junmyeon’s voice was eerily calm, it scared the living shit out of you. He was even calmer than he was when they first welcomed you. You have no idea if this was a good or bad sign.

Kyungsoo simply nodded at the boss’s order and stood by the door with an expressionless face.

You see Junmyeon smirk a little as he looked at you while signing papers on his desk. You tried to look at Kyungsoo for help but he avoided your gaze. He didn’t want any trouble with the bosses.

“Strip, Y/N.” You hear Junmyeon say this so normally, his eyes still on the pile of papers in front of him. “E-Excuse me?” You tried to ask while looking at Kyungsoo for help. “I said strip. Are you hearing impaired?” He looked at you incredulously.

You gulped at his request but nonetheless, your hands went to the hem of the dress you were wearing. Kyungsoo tried to get a hold of the doorknob but Junmyeon spoke again.

“I said stay, Kyungsoo. Are you all deaf or dumb?” Junmyeon looked at him angrily. Kyungsoo immediately retreated to where he stood earlier.

He wanted you to strip in front of Kyungsoo? What was the point of all of this?

“Strip, you fucking whore. Stop playing dumb.” This was the first time you heard Junmyeon curse and honestly, it shocked you. You only shook your head and unzipped the back of your dress.

Your dress fell to the floor as you look at Kyungsoo who had his eyes stay glued on the floor. To be in this state with Kyungsoo present made you want to run and cry, you consider him a friend and an older brother after all. Your heartbeat now doubled as you stood in the middle of the room in your underwear alone.

You hesitated to do it but you couldn’t afford Junmyeon to get angrier. Your hands unhooked your bra from behind. You took it off so slowly, it was excruciating to watch. Your fingers hooked the ends of your lace panties and you took it off afterwards too.

Junmyeon looked up from his desk, a satisfied glint in his eyes as soon as he saw you naked. You close your eyes. You were naked in front of Kyungsoo. You wanted to run and hide. He was a friend for you, how could he stomach this image of you?

Junmyeon stood up, snatching your attention away from Kyungsoo. He walked to you and you bit your lip nervously. His hand reached for your cheek as you closed your eyes in anticipation of what was about to happen. It was shame, fear and anxiety all at the same time.

“Kneel.” Junmyeon ordered you as he shifted you to a position that your side profile was more visible to Kyungsoo. You followed Junmyeon’s command and kneel in front of him.

When your knees touched the velvet floor, it felt like you lost all your dignity as a human being. You were a slave to this man and if he said you should eat dog shit, you would. He was your god, after all.

Junmyeon unzipped his pants and pushed it lower, allowing his 9-inch penis spring to life. You gulped at the sight of his masculinity and you couldn’t help but gasp when it almost touched your face.

He looked at Kyungsoo who was standing by the door, eyes still on the floor. “Kyungsoo, watch us.” Junmyeon said with so much amusement in his voice. You refused to look at Kyungsoo when he said this. You knew Kyungsoo would obey him.

“Suck on it like the whore that you are.” Junmyeon smirked and held you by your hair. You wince a little at his harsh hold but then, you knew you should follow him.

You swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat and held the erect member. You opened your mouth and started to suck on the head. “Fuck.” Junmyeon audibly groaned when you let your tongue flick on his tip.

“More.” He pushed your head towards his cock more and you could feel it against your tonsils. Tears started to form in your eyes and you started to choke. You didn’t know if it was the huge penis in your mouth or the shame that you were feeling as you felt Kyungsoo’s gaze get heavier as he watched you and Junmyeon.

Tears streamed down your face but Junmyeon couldn’t care less. The choking and gasping noises you made just drove him crazier and harsher. He kept pushing you towards his cock, making you take it in as a whole every single time. Your head bobbed as more tears came. You didn’t know how something as degrading as this made you want it even more.

Junmyeon let go of your head as he threw his head back. You sucked his cock to your own accord now. You didn’t know how or when but this brought the same funny feeling you had with Minseok and Jongin.

You hold his cock as you divert your attention now to his balls. You caress them with your tongue while your hand pumped his member. “Fuck, Y/N. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The curses Junmyeon spat made you want to work for it more. He was such a formal and professional person, you found out he only cursed like this whenever he was aroused.

You went back to his large cock and let your tongue flick its tip. You taste the salty precum and assume this was a compliment from Junmyeon. You took it in as a whole and he finally released his salty and bitter juice inside your mouth.

Before you could swallow his cum, Junmyeon held your jaw and made you open your mouth. Seeing his cum on your tongue made his cock twitch and his lips smirk. “Good girl.” He praised you and you felt the tingling sensation in your femininity heighten.

“Sit.” He pushes you onto the floor. You obey him and he makes you turn, facing Kyungsoo. You see his emotionless face as he stood there idly. You turn red in embarrassment as the thought of Kyungsoo seeing you suck your boss’s dick sink in.

Junmyeon pulled your left leg forcefully, making you widen the space between them. You cringed at the sight of your wet pussy that was facing Kyungsoo. His eyes widened at the sight and Junmyeon chuckled at that.

“Won’t you look at that? You’re wet and I haven’t even touched you.” Junmyeon growled, holding your legs apart from behind. You turn away in shame but Junmyeon uses his other hand to hold your jaw in place. He wanted Kyungsoo to see you like this.

“You still think this whore is a child, Kyungsoo?” He sarcastically laughed. Kyungsoo only shut his eyes. “No, Kyungsoo, watch. Watch this child turn into my whore.” He bellowed, his hand reaching for your pussy.

You felt his middle finger flick your clit and you whimper. He starts teasing you down there while he stared at Kyungsoo’s face. He was taunting him, showing him who you truly belonged to. You belonged to the Kims as their plaything.

He pinched your clit, making you scream. Your hands went to Junmyeon’s shoulders that were behind you. Your thighs trembled and you feel yourself reach your own peak. You clutched his shoulders as you felt your release. You close your eyes shut because you knew you were gonna squirt and Kyungsoo was about to see that too.

You opened your eyes and looked at Junmyeon’s satisfied face but stubbornly, he went on. He kept teasing your clit even if you already came. His gaze on Kyungsoo was smug and confident.

He puts a whole finger inside you so suddenly, making you jump in surprise. You bit your lip when you felt him entering and exiting your pussy so easily. You were that wet for him. For his touch.

His other hand that were holding your thighs apart travelled to your boob. The warmth of his palm against your cold breast makes you moan. “M-Master.” You manage to make out as you get wetter and wetter.

His finger started grazing your nipple as soon as he heard you begging. Jongin must’ve told him your nipples were your greatest weakpoint. You feel another release coming your way.

You cried as you reach for his shoulders for support again. You felt something gush out of you once again. You feel Junmyeon’s smirk against your bare shoulder.

You thought he was satisfied already but he kept going on. You were turning crazy now as he wanted you to come again. The finger that was entering your pussy was now below you as you rode it yourself. His hand was no longer moving. You pounded on his finger like the whore that he called you.

“Look at that, Kyungsoo.” He smugly bragged, gesturing to you who were now going crazy for his touch. He removed his hand from below you.

You were disappointed but he quickly crawled to your other side, his face now in your pussy. He was placing soft kisses on the inside of your thigh. He lets his tongue run down your vagina and you feel yourself tremble once again.

“I know that face.” Junmyeon declares as he sees you squirm. He beckoned Kyungsoo to come nearer. You hid your face in your palms immediately, blocking your sight as quickly as you could. You feel Junmyeon’s warm palm hit your pussy and that was enough to send you over the edge again.

You feel another wave of release coming. Tears once again came back to your face as you squirted for the third time today.

You fluttered your eyes open and you wanted to hide immediately. Horror entered your system. You see Kyungsoo’s face in between your legs. His cheeks were wet from your juice while Junmyeon stood behind him, smirking.

“See, she’s a bad girl, Kyungsoo. A slut, even.” Junmyeon licked his lips, an amused glint in his eyes. Shame was an understatement for how you were feeling right now. He was my oppa. He wasn’t supposed to see this, what more feel it on his face?

Junmyeon pushed Kyungsoo away from you. He replaced Kyungsoo’s position, his member still erect.

He enters you without any difficulty. You were so wet, his dick easily slid in and out of you. He rocked you as you laid limp on the floor.

He was grunting as he thrusted every time, hitting your G-spot. He pulled out immediately, letting his cum land on your bare stomach. You come one last time and this earns you a chuckle from Junmyeon.

You sighed when it was finally done. “You can go now, Kyungsoo.” Junmyeon smirked as he stood. Kyungsoo immediately raced out of the study. He must’ve been traumatized and that made you guilty.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Junmyeon formally said, pulling his pants up. He was back to himself after that final release. His pent up frustration might have been the reason why he switches personality when aroused.

You stood up too. You picked your clothes up from the floor and wore it back. Junmyeon nonchalantly returned to his desk and continued with his paperworks.

You were about to exit but Junmyeon spoke once again, his eyes still concentrating on the paper on his desk.

“Lesson for today, Y/N: Never make me jealous. I hate hearing you squeal and call someone else oppa.”

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sector-i-closed · 4 years ago

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Caught

Requested by anon

Model au + photographer!Hongjoong

Mingi x Reader x Yunho

Warning: Exhibitionism, anal fingering, double penetration, orgasm denial but reader comes, spanking one time

The day at work was not favoring you well in the slightest.

Already you had unwittingly succeeded in getting into a cat fight with a fellow model and your skin was also a mess after a breakout of acne littered your face and created chaos for the makeup artists who fussed over your appearance.

You were extra anxious today and wished that you could relax, trying to find comfort that the steroid that was used to control the inflammation of your acne that your dermatologist tried to console you but the best they could do was prescribe the steroid for you.

"Focus, focus on the camera, Y/N!" Hongjoong barked out, knowing that he could get a better face from you as he remained behind the camera lens, snapping away.

You were struggling to zone into autopilot, which was where you functioned the best for both photoshoots and fashion shows.

Part of the reason why you were more distracted then usual was this particular shoot required you to be partly exposed for the fashion spread of the upcoming issue of the magazine that you modeled for most of the time, though what made it awkward was that you were paired with two fully dressed male models that made you feel smaller than you really were and the attractiveness of the pair was enough to unnerve you, let alone the humiliation of being exposed and posing with them was enough for fire to rush directly to your face and awaken every cell of your body.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" The male model that you had came to know as Mingi spoke near your ear, his low voice prompting you to involuntarily shudder beneath the other male model known as Yunho's fingertips where his large hands held your waist.

"I'm- I'm fine... Just camera nerves..." You bit down hard on your lower lip, hating how you trembled at the effects of the male's that surrounded you.

"You've got this sweetheart. We all do..." Yunho encouraged as he tried to convince himself that everything would be alright as everyone moved their forms in front of the camera.

You wanted to sob in frustration, feeling a sense of arousal in your system and you chided yourself for feeling such a strong, intoxicating sensation around your coworkers.

"Hongjoong, it's time to go lunch!" The fashion coordinator who was named Yeosang called out to the photographer.

"I'm not leaving until I'm finished with my subjects." Hongjoong muttered sternly at the fashion coordinator.

"You'll leave if I bring Seonghwa to get your ass taken care of! Your fatigue is showing and to put it mildly you look like shit because it's apparent that you're not sleeping." Yeosang folded his arms across his chest and you watched the scene unfold before you with your coworkers.

"Don't bring my boyfriend into this!" Hongjoong scowled, "And this is what happens during fashion week.

Pack fashion shows to photograph into your schedule and the ad campaigns for the following season and that equals little sleep but I'm not complaining about it." Hongjoong shrugged, returning his attention to you, Yunho and Mingi.

"But it still doesn't give you the right to burn yourself out. I'm calling Seonghwa so he can get you to at least eat something." Yeosang threatened, visibly worrying for his friend.

"Alright fine! Fuck it! I'll go for lunch and come back to my project." Hongjoong growled irritation while the fashion coordinator smirked in response to the photographer leaving quickly.

Yeosang followed after him and other personnel left, leaving you and the two male models alone.

"Should we go?" Mingi voiced his question to Yunho as he took notice in your extremely flustered appearance.

"We don't have to! I brought my own lunch! I would love to share it if you two are interested!" Yunho replied cheerfully.

You groaned quietly at your own state of undress, promptly plodding to the bed that was being used as a prop for the photoshoot.

"I'm good..." You replied, bringing the sheets to your chest and lying down on your stomach.

"I'm willing to share!" Yunho pouted, whacking your ass playfully with his hand. A far more erotic sound then you intended to release drifted from your lips and immediately you froze in place, regretting your vocalization immediately.

"Uhm..." Your eyes were wide with fright as you looked up at Yunho who looked equally as alarmed as you did.

"Shit... That sounded so hot." Mingi quirked an eyebrow at you as he carefully drew closer to you, supporting himself by leaning against a bedpost and proceeding to gaze down at you from where he stood.

"I'm- I'm..." You stuttered out, feeling embarrassed by your vocalized actions as lust involuntarily clouded your vision. Mingi immediately recognized the look in your eyes, leading him to move closer to you as he gauged your reaction.

"'m pathetic..." You mumbled under your breath, clinging to the sheets as you desperately tried to reel yourself in from losing yourself to the feelings that ran rampant in your body, fighting an inner war with yourself regarding weather you wanted him to get closer to you or for him to stay as far away from you as possible when he was eyeing you so dangerously.

"You've done well to resist this long. It's up to you baby if you want to continue resisting or taste what you're wanting to experience." Mingi touched your back with a firm touch, sending shivers down your spine as you moaned out loud without attempting to restrain it this time.

"She's so needy for us. I wonder how she got this way!" Yunho cooed while touching the other side of your back.

"She was squirming at the way that your crotch would occasionally brush against her backside and her body was so hot..." Mingi's hand languidly moved along the warmth of your skin, sensing the smoothness of your flesh beneath his fingertips.

"Hngh...~ p-please...~?" You whined, drawing a blank as to what you were begging for. Arousal freely seeped from between your legs and the intense craving to be filled was overwhelming your sensibility to preserve your dignity.

"I'm not going to do anything unless you tell me what it is that you want." Mingi smirked as he stopped his hand at the small of your back, feeling goosebumps form beneath his hand.

"W-want to be f-filled up..." You moaned out reluctantly, turning onto your back to seductively gaze up at the two males that stood above you.

"Filled up by whom?" Mingi was enjoying dragging it out, even with the risk of the staff returning to the photo studio was adding to the excitement of the moment. You looked at Yunho then at Mingi, "Both."

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"Come here, doll." Mingi beckoned to you from where he lied down on the bed, his pants down to his ankles as his feet rested flat on the floor.

You had stripped off your jeans and was now fully naked and you felt little inhibition in the present moment as you sauntered over to Mingi and straddled him.

Heat flooded your body when you sensed Yunho moving up behind you, "You're beautiful as you are in every way imaginable." Yunho murmurs softly and reached between your legs to pet your pussy, gathering your slick on his fingers and moving on to massage your perineum and then your anal entrance with slow circles that gradually gained confidence with each desperate mewl that you uttered while on top of Mingi.

"Just like that, babygirl." Mingi growled as he cupped the back of your head with his hand and pulled you in for an aggressive kiss, easily blurring your consciousness as his tongue invaded your parted lips with a needy ferocity that left you weak in the knees as he brought you down on his hard cock with his free hand.

You whimpered vulnerably from the firm intrusion of his cock pushing inside of your dripping pussy, feeling pleased from how well he stretched you with his girth.

Yunho was groaning from the feeling of your entrance greedily sucking his fingers deeper inside of your ass.

"So good and tight. I wonder if anyone has ever done this to you before?" Yunho asked curiously, withdrawing his fingers from your stretched entrance and shortly afterwards replacing his fingers with his cock.

"A-ah~" You whimpered, being unable to speak because of the pleasurable sensation of Yunho stretching your ass with his length.

"Shit I can feel you, Yun! So tight for us, princess." Mingi groaned as he sucked amarking at your sensitive pulse point.

"I can feel you too, it's amazing! Her ass is perfect, taking my cock so well." Yunho slammed his hips into your body, following the same rhythm as Mingi had set which was a rough impatient one.

Sweet, sexual wails left your lips as you closed your eyes from the overwhelming bliss of your body being filled by cock and used for pleasure.

Your eyes slid shut as you felt your orgasm approaching after several moments of being stimulated beyond your wildest expectations and Mingi's cock was twitching erratically with each thrust that was growing sloppier and sloppier beneath your body.

His moans mixed with your high pitched cries and Yunho's erratic breaths as he gripped your hips and chased his climax.

"C-can I cum pl-please~?" You begged, uncertain as to who was responsible for giving you the go ahead as you helplessly took the pounding that both of their cocks were giving you.

"No, let's get back to work. You three can play later~" Hongjoong's amused tone froze the male models in their tracks and you felt your orgasm rip through you at that moment, the humiliation of being caught pushed you over the edge and both Mingi and Yunho were astounded just as much as the photographer was.

"F-fuck..." You whimpered as you shakily removed yourself from the males.

"You may rest a moment to calm yourself, Y/N. Then we're back to work." Hongjoong nonchalantly remarks as he converses with another staff member who seemed to be shaken by walking in on the three of you.

"Can we continue this later?" Mingi asks near your ear as he held you to comfort you after your unexpected climax.

"S-sure..." You smiled at him weakly and giggled when Yunho nuzzled into you.

"I'm glad! I wasn't ready to say goodbye!"

Tagging @yunhoes-twancings-nsfw and @hanatiny my lovely people I love you sm 💖💘💓

#ateez scenarios #kpop scenarios #ateez smut #kpop smut #ateez mingi #ateez yeosang #ateez yunho #ateez hongjoong #ateez seonghwa

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 4 years ago

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Meeting and Dating Lucas

(My spotty gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(This meeting scenario is literally just the beginning of the shoplifter scene but I can’t help but see it as the way Lucas would flirt)

- You met Lucas at the record. You were browsing the records when he first saw you, and dear god, you were beautiful.

- He spent a good while stalking you through the store before he finally approached you and started up a conversation, complimenting your selection and asking if you like music.

- It’s obvious that he’s somewhat flirting with you and you certainly don’t mind. In fact, you play along and flirt back, earning you a small smile from him.

- While you’re talking, you ask about a certain album and he tells you that he can put in an order for it. He asks for your number so he can “call you when they get it in ...and for other things”.

- You write it down for him, handing it over as you repeat his own words “for other reasons” with a coy smile.

- He calls you the next day and invites you to have dinner with him, telling you he’ll come pick you up since he’s bringing you to “a special place”. Before he hangs up, he asks if you’ve ever been on a motorcycle and you take the hint, opting for pants rather.

- So, for your first date he takes you to a clearing where there’s the perfect view of your city. He’s got a blanket and candles set up already, along with a basket of food.

- The two of you spend hours sitting and talking, watching the sunset and the stars come out. You wind up laying down against the blanket and watching the sky which is when he leans over, sliding his hand along your cheek and kissing you softly.

- Your hands come up to hold his arms and soon enough, he’s pulling you over to him, his arms winding around your waist and your hands cupping his face.

- It truly was the perfect end to the perfect night.

- Tame pda. He likes having his hands on you and you close to him but he tries to keeps things light and classy.

- His hands on your shoulders as he stands behind you.

- His arm around you as you’re sitting/standing together.

- Measuring and playing with each other’s hands.

- Random petting and soft touches.

- Cheek and forehead kisses.

- Slow, passionate kisses.

- He’s usually the big spoon whenever you cuddle, burying his face into the crook of your neck and pressing kisses along your shoulder.

- He’s always affected by the sight of you half naked, no matter how long you’ve been together. When you first start dating, it’s arousal but the longer you’re together, it shifts more towards admiration.

- He watches you a lot; no matter what you’re doing really. He just thinks you’re stunning and can’t help it.

- He always notices when you change something about yourself, whether it be your hair or nail color or the way you do your makeup. It’s usually because he spends so much time looking at you.

- Being introduced to Joe; since he’s practically his father, and the rest of the gang at Empire.

- He likes using your name; he thinks it’s pretty, but occasionally he’ll call you something personal that only he calls you or a pet name like kitten or doll face.

- Catching him talking to himself. He gets sort of flustered when you say it’s cute.

- Cute compliments and reassuring comments. He’s always there to call you beautiful when you aren’t sure about what you’re wearing.

- The two of you spend a lot of time together. He likes being with you so he always invites you to go along with him when he goes out or goes wherever you ask him to.

- He’s pretty much always willing to do what you want to do. He doesn’t really have a preference when it comes to that sort of thing.

- Watching the sunset and stargazing.

- He’s a slut for the fall so expect to do a lot of those Autumn activities that people usually do: apple and pumpkin picking, pumpkin spice drinks, decorating with browns and oranges, etc.

- Reading to each other.

- Slow dancing together.

- Music and movie references.

- Existential conversations.

- Sarcasm and playfully testing each other’s patience.

- Playing tag and other games like it. He; sorta surprisingly, likes running around and trying to catch you

- Singing along to music and jamming out together.

- Wearing his leather jacket.

- Motorcycle rides.

- Short road trips, usually to the city.

- Coffee dates.

- Drive in movies.

- Going to all different kinds of restaurants together. You’re sort of “foodies” before it was “a thing”.

- He occasionally doesn’t think things through but he always does things in your best interest; if that makes sense. He’s just so caught up in the thought of helping you that he doesn’t think about the consequences he may face.

- He’s sorta snoopy. He’ll occasionally look through your stuff; it’s pretty much always out of curiosity rather than him actually trying to find something.

- Telling each other secrets and stories about your lives.

- He’s really supportive of you, never judging you and always jumping to your defense when someone else tries to.

- Whenever you’re upset, he’ll sit by your side, speaking softly and trying to piece together what happened with the clues you’re giving him; or just listening to what you’re telling him.

- He sorta acts like your therapist at times.

- As zen as Lucas usually is, he can actually get pretty jealous when it comes to you, especially if the person is blatantly interested in you. He’ll usually make passive aggressive comments until they get the hint or try his best to silently remind them that you’re together and that they have no chance of getting you.

- He’s pretty protective of you, both in terms of someone or something. He has no problem insulting someone or making sure they can’t approach you after they’ve upset you, usually telling them just what he thinks of them before he leaves. If it’s something, then he’ll steer you away from what he finds dangerous and keep you close to him. He just likes making sure you’re safe.

- The two of you don’t fight too often but you do occasionally have them. He has a habit of pushing his luck which, obviously, only makes things worse and winds up just making you angrier.

- He feels bad afterwards and knows that he deserves whatever reaction you give him, whether it be hostility or the silent treatment. That being said, he always gives you a sincere and intimate apology, and a long hug after you forgive him.

- He likes telling you that he loves you but he likes saving it for; slightly, special occasions. He thinks it’s a bit of a heavy word so he wants it to be meaningful whenever he does say it.

- You’re one of the few people that he really cares about and knows cares about him. He’s ready to spend the rest of his life with you.

#Lucas empire records #90s movie headcanon #90s movie imagines #90s movie headcanons #90s movie imagine #empire records imagines #empire records headcanons #empire records imagine #Lucas imagine #Lucas imagines #Lucas headcanons #Lucas headcanon

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maybedancanwrite · 4 years ago

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Here’s my first fic for the Harry Potter fandom. Hinny Fic.

A one-shot behind my art. For more, visit my Instagram art page: @dan.artchive

Read here: FFnet or AO3

It was a warm and sunny Friday that shone through the streets of Diagon Alley. Two Aurors wearing their dark red Auror robes were casually walking through the crowd of shoppers. The first Auror appeared to be average in height that had brown hair, tanned skin, and bright grey eyes. The second one was a tall, stocky, strawberry blonde bloke with pale skin and piercing blue eyes. One would think that the pair were normal wizards walking through the famous Wizarding shop in London but the two of them were under a charm to look different. If Alastor “Mad-eye” Moody was alive, he would have seen right through the charm with his eerie magical eye, hence, the moniker, “Mad-eye”.

Apparently, the second Auror was on the verge of nervousness the entire day playing out the worst scenarios possible in his head that could happen on what he was about to do that afternoon. The first Auror found it amusing that the man, who saved the Wizarding World, was worrying over a huge question that could be answered by a yes or no. They strode to the lone jewelry shop in magical London to obtain the thing.

“Okay, here we go,” huffed Harry Potter, the second Auror in disguise. He opened the door and the bell above it rang, signaling the store keeper that someone has arrived.

“Relax, mate, I’m sure she would say yes. You’ve been dating for almost four years now,” said Ron Weasley, the first Auror in disguise for the nth time, assuring him again and again that nothing would go wrong. They had this conversation over a month ago when Harry asked for Ginny’s hand from all the Weasley family members, in secret, of course. If Ginny knew, she would have thrown a fit stating that no one gets to decide to who she marries.

Harry only nodded to the words of comfort coming from Ron. He greeted the store keeper a good day and asked for the ring that he requested to be made a week ago. The store keeper, named Jane, asked for his magical signature (a receipt in the Muggle world) for security and clarity purposes. Upon seeing the signature, Jane’s eye widened in shock and confusion. Who wouldn’t be confused if the magical signature (designed to be forge-proof) of Harry Potter were to appear but the man before her was completely different from the famous Harry Potter? Nevertheless, she kept her confused thoughts to herself and headed to the back of the shop to obtain said requested ring.

It took about two to three minutes before Jane arrived bringing the velvet box. Harry gingerly grabbed and opened it to see a beautiful engagement ring perfect for his beloved girlfriend. The ring was a beautiful silver band encrusted with diamonds around it with the peridot gemstone, her birthstone, on top of it all. It was perfect. Perfect ring for his perfect love of his life. Harry thanked her and requested to keep it a secret for now, because Harry realized that sooner or later, the press will know and would have published it in numerous papers with exaggerated headlines.

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It was now four in the afternoon when Harry realized that Ginny will be off from practice in an hour. Somehow excited yet nervous, Harry fumbled the velvet box silently praying to the heavens that she would say yes. Harry, who took half a day off with Ron, was lounging in the drawing room of 12 Grimmauld Place after they went to retrieve the ring from the shop. Ron, who stayed with Harry after, was still snoring on the couch sometimes murmuring Hermione’s name.

Harry aroused Ron from his sleep telling him that they need to go to Holyhead in ten minutes to finally ask the question. Ron, internalizing Harry’s word, was now fully awake and as excited as Harry. The pair then groomed themselves decently, especially Harry.

Ten minutes and a crack of noise later, the pair of Aurors, now not disguised, were sauntering along the grounds of the Holyhead Harpies’ stadium after some security checks and asking their purpose of visit. Harry told Ron to wear his invisibility cloak only to remove it until after the proposal, after she says yes, that is if she says yes, and snap a surprise photo.

The pair strode down to the stadium’s Quidditch pitch stands just in time to see the Harpies in the middle of their cool down routines. Harry roamed his eyes to a sea of women in green robes to locate where his girlfriend was. After a moment or so, he located her. There she was, looking so hot and sexy even in her current state; hair a mess, flushed cheeks and sweaty.

Thirty minutes later, the captain-slash-coach, Gwenog Jones, was now giving post-practice announcement, one of them was a two-day break much to the delight of the Harpies. Afterwards, the Harpies, who were now heading to their locker rooms, saw Harry approaching the team fumbling something under his robes. The ladies greeted Harry with a wave of hand, some nods, some saying “Wotcher, Potter”, and some pointing to their lead chaser, Ginny Weasley.

Harry returned their greetings and then walked to the center of the pitch with Ron behind, still under the invisibility cloak. He saw Ginny starting to remove her protective gears on her legs. He walked to her and greeted her with a kiss on the cheek only to be swatted by her small adorable hands pointing out that she was sweaty as hell. The two of them giggling while a hidden Ron was fake gagging. She was about to remove her protective arm gears when Harry took hand and donned his serious, loving and passionate face.

“Gin, I-I don’t know how to start this but…,” started Harry, rubbing his thumb along her hand. Ginny, who knows her boyfriend really well, noticed how rubbing his thumb along any surface, this time her hand, is a sign of him being nervous of some sort.

Ginny was about to speak out her thoughts when Harry gently asked her to let him finish.

“Gin, the past years has been my absolute happiest moments. Living like a normal person, no mad dark wizard after me every year, no life threatening activities ever since – well, except for the raids and field missions,” he said, chuckling at the last part.

“What I’m trying to say is…,” continued Harry, hoping the next words that will come out of his mouth would be not be too much for her. “I don’t want you to be my girlfriend anymore.”

Ginny’s jaw drop every slightly with tears now starting to roll down her flushed cheeks. She was too frozen to remove her hand from his. The thing she was scared the most was now slowly happening. The thought of Harry leaving her for someone better than her was always at the back of her mind.

Unbeknownst to Ginny and Harry, Ron was fuming. This was not what Harry told him. This was not the scene he pictured out when Harry told Ron that he was asking his only sister to be his wife. Ron was about to pull the invisibility cloak when Harry went down on one knee, his other hand trembling as he held the velvet box. The box opened itself knowing that Harry had probably cast a non-verbal spell. The box, to Ron and Ginny’s surprise, was not the ring but a golden snitch.

“Ginevra Molly Weasley, my love, my dear Gin, I’m sorry for shocking you like that. I love you and I don’t think that I can go on in this life without you in it. I may be a prat, a git, or whatever do you call me sometimes when you’re annoyed, but this prat loves you with all my heart,” he said, professing his love for her. Tears were still rolling down her cheeks, all flustered. “Would you let me be the happiest man and be my wife? Will you marry me?” asked Harry, gently taking the snitch from the box and caressing it softly along her hand revealing the peridot ring.

“Y-yes! Of course I will marry you, you prat,” said Ginny, hitting Harry square in the chest. “That’s for scaring me like that, Potter.”

Harry slid the ring to her ring finger and kissed her. “I love you so much, soon-to-be Mrs Potter,” confessed Harry, hugging her so tightly.

“I love you, too,” replied Ginny, inhaling his fiancé’s lovely scent that she loves so much. When the couple pulled apart, Ginny asked about the snitch in question.

“The snitch…It’s the snitch I caught from my fifth year, isn’t it?”

Harry nods. “I got it from Madam Hooch. It seems that she has been keeping all snitches that won every House finals. Took me a lot of time convincing her but at the end she caved in,” he chuckled.

Suddenly, a bright flash interrupted the couple’s sweet moment. Ron had finally removed the cloak and took a photo of the newly engaged couple, much to Ginny’s chagrin. Ginny was supposed to be mad at him for interrupting their moment but she noticed that his eyes were slightly puffed so instead of being mad at him, she hugged her brother.

“Alright, you,” said Ron, slowly pulling himself from his sister, trying to discreetly sniff and not to sound hoarse. “Go to your future husband and I’ll snap a photo of you.”

Ginny obliged and went to Harry for their first proper photo of their engagement. Harry, in his Auror robes, held her by her waist while pressing a kiss on her head and inhaling her flowery smell despite the sweat. Ginny leaned against Harry, her puffed eyes showing nothing but love and happiness with her bright and wide smile. She showed her ring to the camera while pointing at it. The snitch hovering close by.

Harry was over the moon, the girl he pined for most of his sixth year, who then became his girlfriend for almost four years, was now about to become his wife. At the prime age of twenty two, he was at his happiest.

#Harry Potter #hinny #hinny fanfic #hinny headcanon #read a hinny fic

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adnauseums · 6 years ago

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One Night Stand

Title: One Night Stand

Word Count: Here

Description: Y/N Y/L/N is always up for a good time. On summer break from college, Y/N travels to NYC to visit her estranged father and to have some fun. This fun just happens to include a New Year party at the Avengers Tower. Arriving early, Y/N faces one simple fact: she’s bored. And who better to cure her boredom than America’s Golden Boy?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Age Gap, Reader is over 18 (Reader is 20), Unprotected Sex, Public Sex, Semi-Public Sex, One Night Stand, Steve Rogers has a big dick

A/N: So if this gets a good enough reaction I might make this a full-on series.

Tag List: @papi-chulo-bucky @bellero @deansbbysblog @ssebstann @persephones24 @buckthegrump @thottybarnes open for more!!

Y/N drummed her fingers on the bar counter, humming in wait as the bartender returned with her vodka. This party was dead. Well, could a party be dead if it hadn’t even begun? She was here for a reason, just one reason only, and if she got something fun out of it then it wouldn’t be a total loss. Y/N downed her two requested vodka shots when the bartender had brought it over. The first was just for the burn. The second was for an added bout of liquid courage.

The room was all but empty, except for the hunk of man a few stools down, the band on the stage all the way across the room, the bartender, and Y/N herself. Her eyes were drawn to the man slab, adjusting her dress subtly to expose more cleavage, spreading her legs slightly to further split the slit in the side of her dress. After a moment of preparing, Y/N cleared her throat. “Hey there,” She stated with a smile. The man looked around briefly, chuckling when he realized that they were alone.

“Hey. It’s pretty dull, isn’t it?” He asked.

Y/N nodded, looking around the room. “Pretty dull indeed. Isn’t Tony Stark supposed to throw these amazing parties? My mom raved about them. Tony Stark knows how to party, and he’s only gotten more elaborate with age. Like he’s a fine wine or somethin’.” The man stood up and moved closer to Y/N, causing her to smile.

“I guess. That’s what people say,” The man said skeptically. He stretched out his hand. A big hand with long, thick fingers, calloused pads. Y/N took it, shaking it in her smaller, seemingly daintier hand. “I’m Steve.” He introduced.

She knew but feigned innocence. “I’m Y/N,”

After a couple hours of talking, more and more people filed into the large room, and Y/N couldn’t help but notice that Steve seemed nervous. “You seem nervous. Everything alright?” Jittery. And little did she know, she actually called it. Steve was, in fact, very nervous, his knee bouncing, hands wringing.

Steve looked her over, smiling half-heartedly. “Just a tad bit anxious. Parties were never really my scene.”

This was her moment, Y/N thought. She cleared her throat, standing up from the stool and brushing off her dress. “I think I have a cure for that.”

Steve raised his brows at her, standing with her. What was that Natasha had said about him being more... what was the word? Spontaneous? “Oh? Please, feel free to share it with me.”

Y/N giggled. Oh, she planned to.

Y/N pulled Steve by his shirt into the family bathroom, the room wide and spacious enough. She closed the door and locked it behind her, finally releasing the Super Soldier. He was flustered, feeling both embarrassed and aroused. “Lemme show you my favorite little stress reliever,” Y/N pulled him down by his tie, smashing her lips against his. His hands dropped to her waist and Y/N moved to nip at his neck, peeling back his collar and having her way with his buttons.

She found it increasingly aggravating, “Fuck it,” She muttered, abandoning his shirt and moving to his belt. She unlooped it and pulled it off of him, dropping it onto the floor with a loud clang that seemed to echo throughout the small space. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled his bottoms pass his knees, briefs and all. His cock laid semi-hard against his thigh and a small wave of anxiety washed over her. He was big. She would have guessed six, maybe seven based on his stature, but in the flesh (pun intended) Steve rested at eight and a half, easily, almost as thick as a Guinness. “Shit.” Y/N muttered. She looked up at Steve, seeing his blushing figure. “Can I?” She asked, a little breathlessly.

“Y-Yeah, but you don’t have t- Oh, God.” Steve was cut off by his own moan as Y/N latched her mouth around his appendage, kitten licking the uncut tip, the head poking through. She pumped the rest of his length as she worked down his cock, Steve growing larger and more noticeably hard. With one hand and her own mouth, Y/N went to town on him, from balls to cockhead, reaching down with her other hand to pull her own panties aside to rub her clit.

Steve tensed, clutching the countertop of the bathroom with his hand. His eyes fluttered open and shut, his mouth agape as Y/N took him further and further until he hit the back of her throat. He felt a coil build in his stomach. It grew tighter and tighter and tighter until, “St-Stop.” He sputtered out. Y/N slid off him with a pop! His length fell back to his thigh, now fully erect, the tip red and leaking precum, and he looked down at Y/N. “I want you. Now.” He muttered, his voice gravelly, and firm.

Y/N bit her swollen bottom lip as Steve pulled her to her feet, moving her dress up to her waist and ripping her panties away. They tore easily, and Y/N opened her mouth to make a snide comment, but Steve quickly silenced her sarcasm with his lips on hers. “Fuck,” Y/N moaned, lips feeling bruised from the sheer force of the kiss. “Steve.” She hissed as Steve spread her wet folds with his fingers, gently pushing and thrusting his thick digits inside of her heat.

“Damn, babydoll,” He muttered, nipping at the skin underneath her earlobe. “All hot and ready for me?”

Y/N moaned and nodded as Steve slipped another finger in. The pleasure seemed insurmountable as he thrust his fingers with one hand and rubbed her clit with his other. She tensed, shaking slightly as he brought her to her first climax of the night, and Steve dropped to his knees, pushing Y/N against the counter and burying his face in her folds like a man dying of thirst in the desert, devouring her.

Y/N let out another pitchy moan, hands gripping the counter behind her as Steve went to town, pulling her into another orgasm. Steve pulled back from her heat and rose to his feet, moving to undo his buttons, “Gotta stay quiet, sugar. I got a reputation to uphold.” He commented, tutting and shaking his head as he discarded his shirt to the ground. Y/N bit her bottom lip, panting heavily, “How do you want me, big guy?” She asked, her voice husky and drenched with need.

Steve pulled her forward, slapping her ass and spinning her around so that his leaking cock was flush against her ass. “I’m gonna fuck you like this,” He lined himself up at her slick heat, “Ready, doll?” He muttered, kissing your neck.

“Yes, yes,” Y/N begged. “I’m ready, I want you.” She panted, “Steve, fuck me!”

Steve wasted no time, thrusting forward and filling Y/N to the hilt, and he bit into her shoulder, groaning muffled against her skin. “Fuck me,” He muttered, pulling out slightly before thrusting back in, “You’re so fucking tight.”

Steve wasted no time thrusting into Y/N, his hips slapping against hers, flesh against flesh. The smacks echoed in the restroom as his pelvis snapped against Y/N’s. He covered Y/N’s mouth as he repeatedly thrust into her, moving his other hand to rub her clit. “Come on, babydoll, one more time, I’m so fucking close.” He hissed into her ear.

Euphoria possessed every nerve in her body, and Y/N moaned into Steve’s hand as her climax seized her in the throes of passion. Steve focused on achieving his own release, snapping his hips into Y/N at a brutal pace until, one, two, three, four, five quick ruts later, Steve pushed himself as deep into Y/N as he could possibly get, pulling her down and flush back against him. His cock pulsed and twitched inside of her, and Y/N’s walls clamped down around his cock. Steve released a choked moan as his load sprang forth into her, ropes of white cum painting Y/N’s walls until he was spent.

But was he done? No, he was not. He was still rock hard, and he fucked Y/N through his climax, pulling out of her swiftly afterward and picking her up, placing her on the counter to face him, her knees falling together. “You look so fucking pretty, fucked out like this,” Y/N was red in the face, her lipstick smeared, hair plastered all over her face, her lips swollen, “You got another round in you?” Steve asked as he continued to pump himself, his former spend providing good lubrication for the action. Y/N nodded breathlessly, “I need words.”

“Yes,” She stated, opening her legs, “Fuck yes.” Steve aligned himself once again, pushing into her, his cock twitching as she clenched around his member once more, the squelch of his previous climax pushing around her slim channel. “Best fucking decision I ever made,” Steve muttered under his breath, chasing his climax once more.

He held his breath as he pistoned his hips into her, throwing her legs over his shoulders to hit a deeper angle. His grunts were primal, animalistic as he ruthlessly pounded away at her heat. His thrusts soon became sloppier and sloppier, and he pulled her even closer, rutting into her like some beast chasing his prey. Almost... there. His lungs burned, and Y/N moaned out a slight sob of pleasure as she was pulled into her fifth and seemingly final climax. Steve pulled her into a bruising kiss as his seed burst forth from the tip of his cock, spurt after spurt of white spend joining a mix of their cum inside of her, deep inside.

He fucked her through his orgasm, so sensitive, so on fire that after a few moments of pushing through, he felt his high draw nearer, the perks of super stamina, it seemed. After setting a final bruising pace, Steve came once more again, strings of his seed splashing against her cervix in thick ropes, the Super Soldier letting out a choked gasp that was accompanied by a face and a loud moan that was certainly not becoming of him.

He nestled his face into the crook of Y/N’s neck, holding his place inside her as he cut his breath before realizing, Fuck. If he didn’t pull out now, he probably wouldn’t for another couple of rounds at least. He slipped out of her cunt with a sigh, pulling his jeans back up and tucking himself back inside his briefs. “That was... amazing,” Steve muttered breathlessly.

Y/N nodded, looking completely fucked out, “You know,” She breathed deeply, “I’ve gotta meet my dad tonight? Or, at least, I did. Wh-What time is it?”

Steve pulled his phone out of his pocket, flipping it open. 23:02. “11:02. We’re just in time for the New Year.” He said with a laugh. Steve moved forward, helping her clean up her thighs, his cum leaking out of her and onto the counter. “We should clean this up,” Steve muttered as Y/N hopped off the countertop, pulling her little black dress down.

“You know,” She muttered, primping her hair and washing her face of the makeup streaks. “We could.” Y/N stopped her sentence there, finishing cleaning her face and hair up before shrugging, “Or we could leave it.” Before Steve could get another word out, Y/N started applying a new layer of lipstick. She closed the tube and turned towards Steve with a wicked grin, sliding it into his front jean pocket, her fingers brushing up against his cock, “Call me a whore if you want- most people do, but can you blame me for gettin’ off to the thought that you’ll think of me every time you see that lipstain ring on your pretty little cock?” She asked, tilting her head.

Steve groaned, throwing his head back and staring at the ceiling. “Fuck me,” He muttered.

Y/N opened the door, “Language, Captain.” She said with a wink, walking out as fresh as she went in, only with a deep tinge to her cheeks as opposed to earlier.

Steve didn’t think he’d see Y/N again, and he’d certainly looked for her throughout the rest of the party but she had seemed to escape his sight. Come one in the morning, Steve had said his goodbyes to his fellow Avengers (despite how new the team was) and trudged upstairs to his floor, flopping onto his bed, “Happy 2013.” He muttered before falling into a deep sleep.

He’d awoke the next morning to JARVIS announcing that Tony had requested everyone’s presence downstairs, awaiting the arrival of a special guest of his. Tony seemed excited, at least more perky than usual and a lot less sarcastic. Apparently, his 20-year-old daughter was moving to New York to finish her law degree closer to her father, and Tony hadn’t seen her since she was just a little kid due to bad blood between himself and his daughter’s mother.

The front doors to the door swung open and a petite woman walked in, shades on and heels in her hands. She’d clearly done some sort of walk of shame, like she’d slept in her makeup. “Y/N/N!” Tony exclaimed.

Natasha rolled her eyes at Tony’s nickname, shaking her head and laughing, “Well, you’re nothing if not your father’s daughter.”

“Hi, Tash.” The young woman said with a grin, Tony shaking his head, “Hiya, Dad.” She took off her shades, her gaze flickering to Steve and she smiled, feigning innocence as if she didn’t even remember their crazy one-night dalliance. Steve froze. He paled. He did a doubletake.

“Hi there, you must be Steve. My dad’s told me quite a bit about everyone,” She addressed Steve. She placed her shades on her head, reaching her hand forward for him to shake. “I’m Y/F/N Stark. But you can call me Y/N.”

#steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #steve rogers angst #one night stand

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writingformadderton · 5 years ago

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Temptation

Ship: Madderton

Word Count : 1545

Summary : Jamie wants to hang out with his friends but T and Rich need some time for themselves, they start making out in front of him. Jamie gets embarrassed and leaves them some space.

Additional Tags: friends, making out, teasing

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It was all because of a stupid phone call. The kind of phone call that left Taron burying his face into Richard’s shoulder, groaning in protest. The kind of call that made Jamie smile but made Richard roll his eyes.

“Okay, see you then,” Jamie ended the call on the other line, leaving silence between Rich and T. Richard almost burst out laughing at the look that crossed Taron’s face. He threw his hands in the air exaggeratingly.

“Why would you agree to seeing Jamie, and on that day specifically?” When Richard said nothing in response, Taron continued, “look, you know I love Jamie. I do. But Saturday was supposed to be our date night. I leave on Sunday and won’t see you for a while,” he frowned, looking down at their hardwood floor.

Richard sighed. It was true, Taron was leaving soon to film for Little Shop of Horrors and Rich had a press tour to do for The Eternals. The two knew that their time together was sacred, so to speak.

“You’re right… Want me to call Jamie to explain this to him? Try and call it off?” Rich asked, rubbing a comforting hand up Taron’s arm, but he simply shook his head.

“No, it’s fine. Can we just leave earlier than usual? Spend some time together here afterwards?” T gave Rich his puppy eyes and the older man was a puddle at his feet.

“Of course,”

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“My boys!” The front door swung open, revealing a very happy Jamie. “Kate’s gone for the afternoon with some friends, so it’s the perfect opportunity for a guy’s night,” He explains, allowing the two men into his home and shutting the door in the process.

“A guy’s night?” Taron chuckled, tilting his head.

“Yes, a guy’s night,” Jamie walked into the kitchen, returning to the living room with a 6 pack of beer. “What kind of friend do you take me for?”

“Aye, I guess filming is done for me, so I’ll have one,” Jamie gave Rich a disbelieving glance. “or two,” he decided. The three men laughed at this, knowing fully well that Richard wouldn’t want to drink just one when given the opportunity to consume more.

“So, what exactly was your plan for the night?” Taron asked, accepting a beer himself. Jamie shrugged.

“Honestly, I figured we could just go with the flow of things. No sports on at the moment,” he sipped the drink in his hand and the other two men nodded.

“Well,” Richard crossed his arms lightly, leaning against the arm of the couch. “Ye see, T and I were supposed to have a date night tonight, but we didn’t want to ditch ye. So we may just leave a bit earlier than we usually would, if that’s already with you,”

Jamie chuckled, “Of course that’s fine with me. Okay, any ideas for films to pop in?”

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Jamie laid sprawled out on his recliner, watching intensely as the action played out on the screen. Richard laid on the couch with a very comfortable Taron on top of him, resting his head on his chest. He combed his fingers through his hair gently, earning a sigh of appreciation from the younger man.

“So,” Taron started. “he’s actually doing all of this because someone killed his dog?”

“I mean, yeah. Have you really not seen this before?” Jamie gave Taron a questioning look.

“Nope. Heard a lot about it, though,” Jamie nodded in response, turning his attention back to the screen.

Taron honestly thought he could fall asleep like this. The environment was so cozy, and he was beyond content with the way things were playing out.

Until he felt a hand rub on his lower back. Shit. Taron tensed up slightly when he felt the hand travel a bit lower, just reaching above the elastic of his sweats. The hand resting next to his head on Richard’s chest clenched gently at his t-shirt, signaling a little “now is not the time”. Taron felt Rich chuckle at this, his hand rubbing circles into the skin just above his bum. He could feel himself warming up at this, realizing that Jamie could see what was happening at any second.

Oh, yeah.

Jamie.

Taron sat up and coughed, running a hand through his hair and earning a confused stare from Jamie. “I think Rich and I are gonna head out,” he began, trying to hide his slowly growing erection “we did say that we were supposed to have a date night, and--”

“Won’t you just finish the movie? There’s only 30 minutes left,” Jamie sighed, flopping back into his recliner. Taron bit his lip, looking to Richard for help.

Rich smiled and said, “I think we can make it till the end of the film, don’t you? It’s just starting to get interesting,”

Jamie gaped at that. “What are you talking about? It's been interesting this entire time!” Richard laughed at the frustration he was causing Jamie.

Richard gently tugged at the bottom of Taron’s shirt, urging him to return to his previous position. He rolled his eyes and did as Rich wanted, situating himself once again. Once Jamie unpaused the film, Taron tried his best to focus on what was happening.

Then Richard’s hands returned to their previous placement. Taron moved his head so that his chin was resting on his chest, staring right into Richard’s piercing blue eyes.

“What are you doing?” He hissed under his breath, earning a smirk from Rich.

“Jus’ having fun. Jamie wants us to stay, so we’ll make it so he wants us to leave,” he moved his hands as he said this so that they were under his sweats and pants, resting on his bum. Taron bit his lip again, holding back a small whine when Richard’s hands squeezed at the flesh there. Giving him one last look, Taron returned his attention to the movie to the best of his ability, but Richard’s hands were making this very, very difficult.

“This is my favorite part of this scene, watch the camera movements and how they follow Keanu,” Jamie said, earning a hum in reply from Richard.

It was an awkward angle, but Richard managed to place light kisses on Taron’s neck, earning a shiver from the boy on top. The kisses slowly turned into bites, making T squirm in the slightest, his hand fisting at Richard’s shirt once again.

This went on for a bit, and Taron was beginning to think that he could deal with this until the movie ended. It wasn’t too bad. In fact, it was kind of relaxing.

Until Richard decided to open his damn mouth.

“Ye have no idea how badly I want my cock in yer ass,”

And that was that. Game over.

Taron held his breath in an attempt to hold back a moan. He shifted his hips slightly when he felt a slight bounce of arousal in his lower abdomen. He closed his eyes and thought for a second, trying to figure out what his best next move was. In the meantime, Rich kept that same smirk plastered on his face, enjoying the torture he was putting his other half through.

“Rich?” Taron whispered, just for the two of them to hear.

“Hm?”

“I’d rather like it if we went home now,” he said in the most serious tone he could master, pulling a laugh from Richard. Jamie turned his head their way, a confused expression written all over him.

“Did I miss something?” He raised an eyebrow, seeing the position the two men were in.

“Nothing other than Richard being a right dick at the moment,” Taron sat himself up out of Richard’s grip, earning a frown from the older man.

“Okay… Look, if you guys want to go and have your date night, I won’t be upset,” Jamie continues, clearly not oblivious to what was going on. Taron felt his face warm at the realization that Jamie really wasn’t as naive as he’d thought.

“It’s fine, we’ll stay and finish the film,” Taron said, ignoring the look Richard was giving him that he could only see in his peripheral vision.

Jamie nodded, cautiously, unpaused the movie, and returned to his comfortable position he’d been in before. Taron rested himself up against the arm of the sofa, putting his attention back on the movie. And then Rich sat up, scooted himself until he was sitting thigh-to-thigh with Taron, leaned over and said, “Wouldn’t ye rather go home, love?” when he got no response from Taron, he continued, “ye don’t want me to pin you against the mattress and eat you out until you’re begging to come?”

Taron stood up like he’d been struck by a livewire, appearing beyond flustered. “Yeah, sorry Jamie. I’m gonna have to take you up on that offer of letting us go home. Thanks so much for the beer and the film, though,” Richard grabbed Taron’s hand, dragging him toward the front door while T was just getting to say, “missed you, mate!” The two were giggling like a couple of school boys, leaving Jamie back to himself.

Taron felt kind of bad for leaving Jamie like that, until he received a text from him that read: Use protection you assholes.

@sarahegerton96 @primaba11erina @taron-eggmcmuffin @maddertonmyheart @multicoloredchicken @anxiety-at-the-classroom

#taron egerton #Richard Madden #madderton #taron egerton fic #richard madden fic #madderton fic #jamie bell #guys night #teasing

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jofabray · 4 years ago

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Hello, Nurse!

Tagging: Jo Fabray and Santana Lopez @subtanaxlopez

Date: September 11

Bingo: Doctor/Nurse (Jo), Wear six-inch heels for a day (Santana)

Summary: Paying a debt

Santana had always loved dressing up in her candy striper outfit, in LA she had mostly used it as a way to meet potential partners. So she was more than happy to do it again, especially with someone who.. was well as hot as Jo. To fill one of her own squares she’d added sex inch white heels as a part of the ensemble. “Hey Doc.” She grinned when she arrived. “What kind of check up will we be performing?”

Santana was - well, there was no word but stunning, Jo thought. She filled out her candy striper outfit all too well, and those six inch heels made her legs look even better then they already did. Jo herself was dressed in a white coat - one that had leather underneath she meant to reveal afterward. "Actually, Miss Lopez, I wanted to discuss these." She held up an empty pill bottle. "Would you happen to know why the dispensary is missing a bunch of medication?"

This was all about points Santana promised herself as she watched the blonde, trying not to look a little flustered by the other girls appearance. She pretended to be a little alarmed by the bottle that Jo produced. "I wouldn't know anything about that Doctor Fabray.. " She lied. "As you know, I'm very dedicated to patient care.. I'd never take anything away from them."

"I see," Jo nodded, as if she was considering that for a moment. "It's a good story, and you're a very convincing storyteller, but...see, this hospital has cameras. Everywhere. And I think if I go to the security room and talk to Steve then he's got a nice DVD full of your appearances for me. So I'm pretty sure it's you. But I'll tell you what. I'm a reasonable woman. I'm sure we can work something out."

Santana gulped dramatically thinking of her Abuleas favourite telenovas while she was acting. "Now cameras.. they can suggest certain things from certain angles. Please Doctor Fabray.. I really don't want to lose this job." She started. "I believe that you're a reasonable woman.. how can I make up for this little.. misunderstanding... Perhaps.. I can make you comfortable in the same way I make my patients comfortable."

Santana was clearly getting into the role, and Jo was grateful for it. Her bingo card full of roleplay scenes had been a daunting idea, but it was nice to find that most people she asked were completely into the idea. "Well now," she pretended to think it over. "I think that's an excellent idea, Miss Lopez. And if I feel very comfortable when we're done here, then I'll overlook this little...indiscretion." She unbuttoned her jacket to reveal the short skirt and leather top she'd had on underneath it. "Consider this your evaluation."

Santanas cheeks went a little red as Jo removed her lab coat, it was the scene she told herself. Her character within the scene was attracted to Jo , she wasn't attracted to Jo. She was momentarily speechless as she eyed the Domme in the leather. "Where.. would you like me to relax you first?" She asked, managing to slip back into her seductive voice and seem less starstruck.

The ego boost that Santana's reaction provided was some positive reinforcement that she could definitely use. Looking around the playroom, she gestured to the medical chair and stirrups that she'd set up. "I think maybe right there. I might as well be comfortable while you relax me, right?" She was curious to see just what the other woman had in mind.

Santana licked her lips, she wasn't sure why she was almost nervous to do what she had planned, but she put it down to this being her first sexual scene since she'd arrived at the place. Kneeling in front of Jo on the floor, the latina glanced up at the Domme. "You should be comfortable Doc.. because I promise soon you're not going to be able to think about anything else other than what I can do with my mouth." Santana purred, before she started kissing up the blondes thigh.

Jo settled herself in the chair, legs propped up in the stirrups - not enough of an angle to wear on her back, but spread to make sure that Santana had good access. They'd discussed limits and safe words, and she knew she could count on the other woman to let her know if she was uncomfortable. "That's a bold promise," she raised her eyebrows, inhaling as soft lips met her thigh. "Hopefully you can live up to it."

Santana might not be a lesbian, but she knew that she was very talented at making girls cum. So she wasn’t nervous about meeting Jos expectations. Having made her way up Jos thigh she found the girls centre and began to push her tongue inside, before pulling back a little to press long licks against the girls folds.

Santana's attentions were exactly what Jo had been hoping for. Turning the doctor/nurse roleplay into something a bit more D/s had actually been Quinn's idea but Jo didn't mind stealing it. Especially when it was going to make her feel this good. "Fuck, yes," she moaned, head falling back. "Just like that."

Santana couldn’t help but enjoy pleasing the other girl, her tongue lapping away at the Dommes folds and clit. She knew she looked good on her knees, but fuck if Jo didn’t look good too. It was crazy that she was actually having this kind of experience with a Fabray. The submissive sucked lightly at the girls clit for a moment before applying more pressure.

Jo hadn't expected Santana to be quite so good at what she was doing - not that she'd expected her to perform poorly, but she also hadn't known what the girl's experience level was like with women either. Fortunately, as she moaned and whimpered under Santana's attentions, she had zero complaints. "Fuck, you're good at that," she gasped. "Right there, right there."

There was something about sex with women that didn’t feel as tiresome as sex with men that Santana couldn’t really put her finger on. Maybe it was the fact that this kind of sex, didn’t involve some sweaty guy on top of her grunting and groaning. When Jo moaned with pleasure it was actually somewhat arousing to the Latina, and that only spurred her on. Continuing to apply pressure to the girls clit with her tongue, flicking over it, before dipping down to lick along her slit.

Jo had planned to hold on and really drag out her orgasm, but she was just grateful that Santana had been willing to help her out with a bingo square. So she simply lay back in the chair, letting herself feel every touch of that amazing tongue. "Fuck yes, Santana." She reached down to bury her fingers in the girl's dark hair but didn't try to guide her, just letting her find the spot that felt best to her. "Getting close," she warned in a low voice.

Santana found herself actually eager to see the Domme cum, she wasn’t sure if she would be willing to admit it afterwards but she was actually very much enjoying the scene. Jos encouragement only made her more enthusiastic in her ministrations with her tongue, sucking hard at the blondes clit and enjoying the way the other girl was pulling at her hair.

Jo's hand tightened in dark hair as she spiralled toward her climax, the hard motions of lips and tongue against her clit driving her insane. It was only another moment, perhaps two, before she threw herself over the edge with reckless abandon and screamed Santana's name into the quiet room. There was definitely some thrashing involved, and likely some hair pulling, but finally she settled back against the chair with a contented smile. "So. Fucking . Good.

Santana wasn’t sure why she was so excited when Jos hand tightened in her hair, if she hadn’t been so busy making sure the other girl came she might have asked her to pull harder. It was electric when the blonde screamed her name, and she continued to lick her through her orgasm. She waited until Jo relaxed to pull back with her usual smirk back on her face. “I hope that made you a little more comfortable Doc.”

"Mmm, much more comfortable," Jo nodded. "I think we can forgive your little indiscretion. If..." her hand tightened and she pulled Santana close. "If we make this a regular appointment. Say, three times a week? You, me, this chair right here? Only until you've paid your debt, of course, but that could take a while..."

Santana couldn’t help but be a little smug, but she supposed that was just in her nature. The tightening her on her hair, made her heart skip but she ignored it. “If three times a week is what you’re describing doctor, then who am I to argue with that?” The brunette responded, her cheeks just a little flushed.

"Good answer, Miss Lopez," Jo smiled, releasing her grip and climbing down on slightly shaky legs from the chair. Trying to resist a giggle, she picked up Santana's hand and folded it until she was holding up two fingers. "I recommend you take two of these and call me in the morning."

Santana didn’t know quite what to say when Jo picked up her two fingers, did the blonde know that she was turned on? The Latina girl nodded dumbly, before trying to pull herself together. She wasn’t some little school girl. “No problem doc, I’ll make sure to take a good long dose.” She responded with a raised eyebrow, she was Santana Lopez. Nothing phased her, not even a Fabray.

It was nice to see that she'd had an effect on Santana - and maybe, if things worked out, she could have that effect on her again one day. "That's a good girl. I'll see you in the morning, Nurse."

Santana nodded, getting up off the floor in the ridiculously high heels. This was a bingo square, nothing more. “See you around Doc.” She responded, and then decided to leave quickly. It was in her best interests not to think about this too much.

#c: santana #thread: hello nurse #bingo20

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kittyboo8015 · 7 years ago

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For @humanitys-saltiest @ladymacbethsspot whom asked for #71 and @zedsdead1001 who chose # 54 I hope you don’t mind that I combined the prompts into this nonsense lol I’m sorry this is late, I’ve hit some snags lately but I’m trying to catch up when I can. Thank you for being patient. If you’re not familiar with the song you can find it here I’m so sorry ..

54. "I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks.”

71. “My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on”

Levi hummed contentedly as he moved about the kitchen. Preparing the house for company was one of his few guilty pleasures. While most people felt overwhelmed or burdened, Levi felt motivated and calm. Although he would put up a front by grumbling as he cleaned, he secretly enjoyed the sense of pride he felt whenever guests complimented the décor and how charming their home was. It had taken him and Erwin years to achieve their dream of becoming homeowners so Levi put every effort into maintaining the home’s beauty.

Levi chuckled to himself at the thought of today’s visitor complimenting the interior design. The only thing Kenny appreciated about the house was a spot on the sofa with an unobstructed view of the wall mounted flat screen tv. His Uncle had a bit of a gruff personality and a questionable past but Levi had a soft spot for the old bastard. The man had taken him in without complaint and raised him after the untimely death of Levi’s mother, Kenny’s only sibling.

The unexpected arrangement hadn’t been easy for either of them at first but they had managed the best that they could. Levi was often alone as a child since Kenny was gone for most of the day doing who knew what in order to put food on the table and keep a roof over their heads.

Aside from butting heads a few times during Levi’s teenage years, he and Kenny had maintained a decent relationship. Some of his fondest memories had involved trips to the racetrack where he got to watch horses, which happened to be his favorite animal, and the ice cream Kenny would buy him afterwards with his winnings.

Levi smiled as he stirred the coffee he had prepared for Erwin to evenly distribute the cloyingly sweet “pumpkin” creamer his husband had a craving for as soon as the slightest hint of an autumn chill appeared. He enjoyed spoiling Erwin occasionally and just the thought of the grin he would receive sent a flush of heat directly to his skin that colored his cheeks and ears a rosy pink.

A chuckle escaped him as he realized that Kenny was no different when he always brought a box of Erwin’s favorite donuts whenever he visited, indulging the man’s ever present sweet tooth. Levi remembered how nervous he had been when he first brought Erwin home to meet his Uncle not knowing how Kenny would react being that the old man was highly unpredictable.

Much to Levi’s relief, Kenny just shook Erwin’s hand and welcomed him to the family after he slapped a beer into his palm.

Levi rolled his eyes as he recalled that his uncle had clapped him on the back and declared that the ‘Ackerman Charm’ must have finally rubbed off on him. The smaller man’s reminiscing was interrupted by the familiar sound of Erwin’s humming as he entered the kitchen.

He then felt Erwin’s weight on his back when his husband leaned in and nuzzled soft raven hair and wrapped strong arms around his small waist.

“Good morning, Darling.” Erwin murmured affectionately into Levi’s ear.

“Good Morning, Erwin. I made that shitty pumpkin coffee you like.” Levi replied as Erwin released him to grab his mug off of the counter with glee.

Levi sighed in disappointment after he opened the door to the fridge and noticed that they only had imported beer. The stubborn old man would refuse to drink any of their “fancy shit”.

“Erwin, I’m going to have to run to the store and pick up some of that horse piss Kenny calls beer. Can you put away the laundry for me?” Levi asked as he grabbed his keys and wallet after throwing on his favorite hoodie.

“Of course I can, Darling.” Erwin stood up and cleared the table.

“Thanks, I appreciate it.” Levi paused in the doorway. “I waxed the floors this morning so be careful, I don’t want you to break a hip old man.” Levi called out before shutting the door.

A mischievous glint appeared in sapphire hues accompanied by a grin as Erwin dug through the laundry and retrieved his favorite cotton socks. He quickly rushed to put the remaining clothing away as promised. He then put his socks on and returned to the living room to put on his favorite playlist.

The speakers came to life and a familiar guitar riff followed by Destiny’s Child asking “Can you handle this?” filled the air as the opening to “Bootylicious” started to play.

After he shrugged out of his bulky robe, Erwin glided across the freshly waxed floor with ease as he replicated the dance from the video by memory and sang along with Beyoncé.

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Levi unlocked the door and entered the house. He flinched at the unexpected assault on his eardrums. He quietly stopped by the kitchen to put the beer in the fridge and then headed towards the living room to put an end to the obnoxious music. All plans were momentarily forgotten as he stood frozen at the scene before him.

The sight of Erwin practically twerking near the arm of the couch wearing nothing except for his underwear and socks while singing “I don’t think you’re ready for this jelly” had him feeling both confused and aroused at the same time.

After the song ended, Erwin switched off the stereo and turned around to find a very flustered Levi standing in front of him.

“I thought I told you to be careful because I waxed the floors.” Levi drawled.

“Oh, I must have misheard you because I was pretty sure you said ‘I just waxed the floors, so go grab your fluffy socks.’” Erwin laughed.

“I don’t see what that has to do with dancing in your underwear.” Levi then looked at Erwin and scowled.

“Does my dancing offend you that much?” Erwin asked with a pout.

Levi shook his head. “No, but your taste in underwear does.” He pointed at Erwin’s boxers that displayed an obnoxiously loud pineapple pattern.

“If they offend you that much, I can always just take them off.” He hooked his thumbs under the waistband suggestively.

Levi jerked in surprise when his phone vibrated with a text. He frowned and pinched the bridge of his nose after reading the message. “I never thought I’d have to say this but my Uncle will be here in 10 minutes so can you please put your clothes on?”

“That’s definitely a first.” Erwin chuckled. “It’s alright, I don’t think you’re ready anyway.”

“Ready for what?”

Erwin smirked in the doorway and shook his ass. “I don’t think you’re ready for this jelly.”

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