#he said give me a spin babydoll

[the-atlas-sister]

ꜱʜᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʟ

ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʟ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʟɪɴɢᴇʀɪᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ… ᴍɪᴋᴇʏ, ᴅʀᴀᴋᴇɴ, ʙᴀᴊɪ, ᴍɪᴛꜱᴜʏᴀ, ᴛᴀᴋᴇᴍɪᴄʜɪ, ᴄʜɪꜰᴜʏᴜ, ᴋɪꜱᴀᴋɪ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴋᴋᴀɪ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴛᴀʟᴋꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴀʟ ɴᴜᴅɪᴛʏ, ᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ (ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ, ʙᴀʙʏɢɪʀʟ, ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴇᴛᴄ.), ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ

𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚘

"Y/n, I'm-" Mikey stopped in his tracks, hand lingering on the door handle of your shared apartment. His eyes were glued to your figure. You were wearing a matching lace pair of underwear. There was a small bow tied around your neck that matched the color of the lace.

"You weren't supposed to come yet!" you exclaimed, eyes wide and a pout on your lips.

"The meeting was cut short," Mikey said, absentmindedly closing the door behind him. "M'glad it did too." He leaned on the door, a small smile on his lips as his eyes raked your body. "What's this?"

"I bought some new lingerie and I wanted to try it before tonight," you explained, blushing shyly.

"You bought it?" Mikey asked, walking towards you. He gently grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him. "I thought I told you to call me when you wanna buy that kind of stuff." He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against him as he looked down at you.

"You were in a meeting, I didn't wanna bother you," you said softly, leaning up and placing a kiss on Mikey's jaw.

"You could never bother me, baby," Mikey hummed, running his hands up and down your waist. "You buy more?"

"Mhm," you hummed, leaning into his touch.

"Well, I think I deserve a show."

𝙺𝚎𝚗 𝚁𝚢𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚓𝚒

"Whaddya think?" you asked, giving your husband a spin. You wore a black lacy bodysuit with matching stockings.

"Lemme see the back again," Draken said, standing and holding your hand. He spun you slowly, his eyes raking your body and the way the lace clung to your body. "Damn," he said, guiding your body gently so you stood with your back to him. You felt his larger hand rest on your lower back before running along the curve of your ass. He cupped your ass and gave the cheeks a small squeeze.

"Ken-!" you squealed, spinning around with a giggle. "Stop messing around, tell me what you think." You grinned up and him and held his hands.

"I think..." He pulled you towards himself with a shit-eating grin. "It's not gonna last tonight..."

𝙱𝚊𝚓𝚒 𝙺𝚎𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚎

"Why're you taking so long!" Baji complained from the other side of your bedroom door. "I wanna see them titties woman!"

"These things are hard to put on!" you yelled back, shaking your head to yourself. You were desperately trying to pull on a tight fitting babydoll dress. It was a striking red color and the cups of the bra where made of pure lace, hiding almost nothing from view. "You can come in!"

"Finally!" he exclaimed, swinging open the door, making you roll your eyes. "Woah..."

"So, worth the wait?" you said with a small smirk. You held out your arms and turned to the side, giving him a view of the back.

"Hell yeah," Baji mumbled, his eyes scanning your body. "Can I...?" He motioned to the dress.

"Yeah, yeah," you said, grinning happily. You sprung towards him, pinching the skirt and offering it for him to feel. Baji took the fabric of the skirt in his hands, using it to tug you towards him gently.

"It's soft," he commented. You nodded eagerly, watching him as he examined the dress. Baji looked up from the fabric and grinned at you.

"What?" you asked with a small giggle, noticing the mischievous glint in his dark eyes. You let out a surprised yelp as he suddenly bent down and threw you over his shoulder. "Baji!" you screamed, gasping as he gave your ass a sharp smack.

Baji grinned and tossed you onto the bed, watching as you bounced slightly. "Gotta get good use out of this dress," he said before climbing on top of you.

𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒 𝙼𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚢𝚊

"How's it fit?" Takashi called to you from his place in your shared bedroom. You were curently in the bathroom trying on a custom slip, made by your handsome boyfriend himself. You examined yourself in the mirror, turning and running a hand over the curve of your own ass. The dress was a light lavender color, conveniently matching Takashi's light eyes. The top was a soft lace and the bottom skirt made of satin.

"Perfectly," you said with a soft chuckle. You walked out of the bathroom and blushed as Takashi's eyes noticeably widened. He sat on the edge of the bed, his legs spread as he lounged. "What do you think?" you said, giving him a small spin.

"C'mere, lemme see it closer," he said, beckoning you closer with his hand. You hesitantly walked closer to him, now standing between his legs. He looked you up and down, bringing his large hands to your waist. He ran his hands along the curve of your waist and down your hips. He squeezed them softly, keeping his eyes on your own. You blushed and placed your hands on his shoulders. "I think... you look better than I could've imagined," he stated finally, drifting his hands to the backs on your thighs. He guided you to sit in his lap, thighs straddling his hips. "And I think I'll need to make my princess more lingerie."

𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚔𝚒

"Takemichi," you sang softly as you entered the living room where your loving boyfriend had been patiently waiting for the past ten minutes. You walked in front of him slowly, wearing a blue slip. It was made entirely of satin and had a low neckline and extremely short skirt. Enough to make Takemichi's face explode in a color of red. "What do you think?" you asked softly.

"Yo-you- um-," Takemichi began, his word falling on each other. It seemed you had caused the poor boy to short circuit, despite how often he had seen you in such clothes, or even none. "I mean- you look beautiful."

"Yeah?" you asked, smiling softly as you climbed into his lap. You drape your arms around his shoulders and neck. "I bought it to match your eyes."

This only made Takemichi's cheeks turn a darker red. "I-" He shyly looked to the side, rubbing the back of his neck. "You didn't need to do that. I'd like any color on you."

"I know, but I wanted to," you said with a small smile. You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚢𝚞 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚘

"Are they still closed?" you called from the bedroom as Chifuyu sat on the chair of the island within your tiny shared apartment.

"Yes!" Chifuyu called back, one of his hands placed over his eyes. He sat on the chair with his legs crossed, feeling mildly bored. He had no idea what the so called- surprise you had in store for him was but it took a bit too long for his liking.

"Okay, open them!" you said, strutting out in a pair of green laced panties and a matching bralette. Overtop you wore one of his cardigans, unbuttoned as to show off the set.

"Holy shit," Chifuyu breathed, his eyes going wide as he scanned the "surprise". "Is that mine?" He nodded to the cardigan.

"I thought it'd be a nice touch to the surprise," you giggled.

"Oh, absolutely," Chifuyu said, eagerly nodding. "S'mere, lemme see it." He motioned for you to come closer, which you obliged. He held your hands softly, licking his bottom lip as his eyes narrowed in on your breasts and how perfect they looked covered in that green lace. He slipped his hands underneath the cardigan and around your waist. He trained them up your ribs and cupped your breasts softly.

"What do you think?" you asked softly, watching as he neared your chest. You gently tangled your fingers in his soft hair.

Chifuyu gently placed a kiss on your nipple over the bra. "I think you look sexy," he mumbled, trailing kissed along the exposed skin. "But I think you look even better with nothing on."

𝚃𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚒

"Come on, show me what my money goes to," Kisaki said, lounging back on his bed. His shirt was unbuttoned and tie messy around his neck. He had recently bought you what you could only describe as an unnecessary amount of lingerie with only one request. That you model every single one for him.

"This hardly should count as underwear," you scoffed, walking out of the large closet in an extremely skimpy bodysuit. It lacked any sort of cup or even fabric, leaving your breasts hanging out. "Are you serious Tetta?" you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

"I like it," Kisaki snickered, standing and approaching you. He gripped your wrists with a gentle firmness, pulling them away from your chest. You blushed at the action, looking away as he eyed your open breasts. "I fucking love it."

𝙷𝚊𝚔𝚔𝚊𝚒 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚊

Hakkai patiently tapped his foot on the floor of the semi-private dressing room. He was nearly a perfect boyfriend, at least you thought so. He would always joyfully accompany you to shopping trips and sing your praises when he sees whatever you try on. Plus he would always stare at you with that loving look in his eyes and a light flush on his cheeks.

You open the dressing room door shyly and step out. You wore a dark blue satin dress. Short, simple, with a lace back. "So?" you said softly, giving him a slow and small spin.

Hakkai's eyes went wide and his cheeks flushed a deep pink hue. He stayed frozen in his seat.

"Hakkai?" you said, frowning a bit and stepping forward. You tilted your head at his frozen figure. "Bubba?" You gently touched his shoulder, snapping him from his thoughts.

"Huh?" he finally says, looking up at you in surprise. You give him a soft smile, which he returns with a shy look. "You look stunning." His words were honestly, even if they were shy and soft.

"It's for you," you stated softly.

"I think it would look horrendous on me," Hakkai said, his nose crinkling in disgust as he gently held your waist.

"Not like that," you laughed softly, placing your hands on his shoulders. "I meant for tonight."

"Oh? OH!"

ɢɪꜰ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ.

[slushycoookie]

Kinktober Day 24 ~ Lingerie

Leon Kennedy x Fem! Reader

Summary: You have a little surprise for Leon.

A/N: Sorry this one was late, wanted to make sure this was still to my standards. Hope you all enjoy!

Prev *✧･ﾟ: Next Kinktober '24 Masterlist

“You like what you see?”

Leon pauses by the bathroom door, honed in on your new outfit. A black babydoll set with a high slit that went up past your hips. It hugged your frame so perfectly. Even your breasts, pushed up a bit to accentuate.

He realizes he hasn't said anything in a few minutes.

“Yeah. Wow, you look…” Leon steps closer to you, looking down to admire the lingerie up close. “wow.”

“Thanks. I wanted to surprise you.”

You give him a spin and he notices the fabric hardly covers your ass. Leon could see the bottom of your cheeks if you bent over just a little.

“You almost look too good not to touch.”

He's even closer now and his breath fans your face. “Almost…”

Leon's fingers curl around one strap. His calloused fingers graze your skin when he pulls the strap down your shoulder. You watch his intense blue eyes with a hand on your hip, almost touching the exposed skin. Your lips part when Leon presses you against the wall, hand cradling your neck.

“Where’d you get it?”

You hold in a smirk, the tip of your nose grazing his. “Why? You gonna buy me some more?”

“Maybe…” He feels tiny bumps on your skin when his fingertip traces your shoulder blade. “This comes in other colors, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah.” Your breath hitches at his lips on your neck.

“List the colors.”

Leon smiles against your skin at your huff.

“Red, blue, violet, mmh.” He’s slowly decorating your neck with his gentle kisses, twirling his index finger around your strap.

“Keep going…”

He travels to your collarbone, leaving a trail of his saliva.

“Black, pink…green…”

Leon pushes up your breasts in the material, admiring your succulent mounds. You sigh while he descends upon you. “You stopped.”

“I can’t think of any more colors.”

“Then guess.”

“Uh, white, purple-unh!”

Leon pulls aside your panties, two fingers rubbing along your folds. “You said purple already.”

“No, I didn’t-” He silenced you by pulling down the cups and suckling on your breast. Your hands finding their way into his silky hair. Leon latches on to your nipple, rolling his tongue around the bud until it erects. All while teasing your cunt. Not diving his fingers into your hole just yet.

You jump when he pulls the fabric down to let it slap against your sex. He grins, switching to your other breast.

“Oooh, stop teasing me.” You whimper when the fabric hits your pussy again. “Please…”

Leon hums, parting from your nipple. Your desperate face is something he wants to memorialize in his head.

“Okay, I’ll stop.”

A brief moment of panic hits your face before he inserts two digits inside you. Your mouth gapes, eyes wide when he starts pumping into you. Wetness from your cunt coating his fingers. Leon watches you from below, taking in what movements make you tick. You're so pretty like this.

Even when your babydoll is ruffled, practically hanging off of you with your breasts on display. He doesn't touch you further than this. Obsessed with the idea of getting you to climax by fingering you.

“Leon…” You coo, gripping his forearm.

“Think you got any more colors to list for me?” He chuckles when you shake your head. “Thought so.”

He picks you up with one arm, easily pulling down your panties. Just enough to cup your sex. The palm rubbing circles against your clit while he's still two fingers inside you. Your thigh around his waist struggling to stay up. All while you're crying under his hold.

Leon feels your thighs clench, your climax taking you by surprise. His chest rumbles at your cunt getting wetter. You shake, nails digging into his skin. His erection pokes you, but he doesn't pounce on you yet. Your afterglow always knocks the air out of his lungs.

“You know, black looks the best on you.”

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[venjras]

MIND GAMES - EREN YEAGER.

screaming, crying, throwing up, i love this one sm. hope you’ll enjoy it too. nsfw : slightly exhibitionism, dirty talk, fingering, dry humping, use of pet names, mention of alcool.

you felt on top of the world tonight, you could feel the electricity running through your entire body. heading to the bar where your boyfriend was waiting for you with his friends, since you were early for your date with your bestie you had decided to stop by for a quick hi. after all, it had been a while since you had last seen the boys.

you would have recognized your boyfriend's dark hair from miles away, sitting with one arm resting on the couch, shirt unbuttoned and a bold smirk as he talked to the others. it still seemed unreal that he was your boyfriend. sigh, entering his vision and immediately gaining his full attention. his gaze was quite literally setting you on fire, making it really difficult for you to walk properly towards them. “oh, oh, look who's back.” it was erwin's voice greeting you, bringing you back to the real world. in the meantime eren had stood up, immediately putting an arm around your waist and stealing a small kiss from you. “hello, my love.” his deep tone ran straight down your spine, creating a flock of butterflies in your stomach that made it hard to breathe. trying not to show it, settling next to him, taking off your jacket and leaving it abandoned next to your body, leaving your fit completely expose.

a flowing mini skirt that reached just above your mid thigh, a black shirt tucked into it, extremely tight, mid-knee boots and as a final touch hanging from your neck was the necklace he had given you for your anniversary. shiny. “didn’t think you’d miss me that much, don’t worry it won’t happen again.” you said sarcastically, greeting levi, jean and armin sitting around the rest of the table. they all adored you and it was a mutual feeling, right from the start you had found a really good connection and after all they had turned out to be such precious friends for eren so it couldn’t have been otherwise.

speaking of the devil, he hadn’t taken his eyes off you for not even a second. his arm was stretched out behind you, his hand caressing the back of your neck. he always needed some form of physical contact, even small and this thing had always driven you crazy. it made you weak, slowing down any logic and rational thought. putting you under a spell. you were all lost in talking, chatting about the news and joking animatedly. after half an hour you glimpsed your friend and stood up to hug her immediately. the skirt had risen up a bit, giving a dizzying view to the dark-haired man who couldn't help but lick his lips. just enough to tease him a little. tonight you felt inspired, you wanted to provoke him and maybe end up bent over in the back of his car. obviously the view was simply reserved for him, behind you all was the wall and it was something calculated to perfection. putting on your coat, bending a little to greet him with a kiss and finding his hand on the back of your thigh, caressing the naked skin with his fingertips. “i’ll take you home, hmm? have fun, babydoll.” and so he let you go, your head spinning and your friend’s words sounding all jumbled together.

the hours passed quickly, between one drink and another, not enough to make you drunk but enough to make you feel lightheaded. however, the feeling in the pit of your stomach had not abandoned you, in fact it had only increased. now you were in the car with him, in the passenger seat, you two were driving your friend home. and once you were alone, silence had fallen, but it was a silence full of desire, as if there was no need to speak to know what was going to happen soon. very soon. “baby..” you turned your head towards him, reaching out to caress his hair, now tied in a small ponytail at the back of his head. “i really, really need you.” the words had come out fluidly before you could even think about them, your voice full of need, of desire. taking his hand, already resting on your thigh, bringing it even higher until it collided with the edge of your panties.

the car suddenly stopped, luckily you were on a not very busy street and almost immersed in nothing but pitch black so it was rare for other cars to pass by. in no time you were on top of him, his mouth attached to yours, drinking you up desperately. hands squeezing your ass, pushing you down on his clothed erection, making you feel how much the whole situation was anything but indifferent to him. moaning against his lips. starting to move your hips against his cock, panting as you felt how hard he was. “need you so bad..” your voice was needy, pulling away from him just so you could look at him with pleading eyes, thinking that you could easily come just by seeing him with labored breathing and messy hair, totally fucked.

now he had you turned, back against his chest and the car visor lowered so you could see yourself in the small mirror. legs spread, blushing violently at the thought of being completely exposed to his merce. “you wanted to play, then let’s play.” he said huskily in your ear, making you want to clench your thighs together in search of some relief but being stopped by his hands that kept them well spread. “eren..” your voice was begging him, lifting your hips slightly as one of your hands went back, squeezing his dark locks, not thinking you could resist any longer. you needed him to touch you right now. “what a messy girl.” he quipped at the way your thighs seemed to spread wider at those word, your impatience made him feel lightheaded. his fingers stroking softly along your wet folds through the panties’ fabric. his breathing fanned along your neck and his lips curled when you shuddered into him, drinking in the twitch of your thighs and the muffled whimper slipped from your lips when he collected your slick, trailing it up to ease the first roll of your clit.

he watched your hips twist under his touch, making him press down on the sensitive bud harder before he's finding a pace and rubbing at you with two fingers. your hands grabbing at his forearm with every sinful circle of his fingers against your cunt, whimpering needily against his body and it's almost like you're begging him not to stop, and that only drives him to press into you even harder, more eagerly as he get lost in the way your lips part to moan when he finally sinks his fingers into your pussy. penties finally pulled to the side. “so fucking wet, my pussy it’s always so ready f’ me." he groaned, his tone wavering with the weight of his arousal. he took a handful of your breast through your shirt, grinning when he realised you've decided to go out without a bra tonight, rolling and twisting at the sensitive peak as you whimpered. “such a dirty girl..” eren’s words were heavy, only making the slick between your legs intensify, making it easier for him to sink his fingers into your tight walls, pressing them against the swollen, sensitive spots inside of you with every practiced twist of his wrist. your clit was getting puffier, more swollen with each graze of his palm against it and he couldn't help but pull out of your cunt to rub your slick around it. so so sensitive to his touch.

“e — eren.. ” you gasped, trying desperately to muffle your moans when you looked over to cast him a starry-eyed look, one that lured him in for a kiss that made the whole car spin as his other hand rolled your sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger. drinking in your next languid moan of his name, licking into your mouth with such an intensity that made you gasp.

“that's my girl, fuck — ” your thighs trembled around him, breaking apart from the kiss wetly to let your head fall back against his shoulder. he kept up his movements, sinking his fingers into your clenching walls with every few swipes just so he could feel the way you were soon going to be squeezing around his length. letting you ride out your orgasm as you grabbed at him and your hips twisted and jolted with every rub of his fingers as they pulled back to roll your clit, prolonging your blissful state until you were pushing him away with a whimper and breathless pant. but he was breathing heavy from where his chin was pressed into your shoulder, grazing his lips along your jawline when he tapped on your clit. chuckling at the way the tiny aftershocks made you jolt before he gently tapped on your thigh.

you just could never win with him, you would always end up at his feet in the end. not only metaphorically.

©️ venjras.

[pouringmyheartoutforpaper]

this is for the girlies (or anyone) that sometimes forget to eat or drink for a while until they feel really sick, and need a personal stevie to force feed them sandwiches.

robin and eds had just left steve’s house, leaving you both there alone. and once you told them goodbye you were hit with a wave of nausea, along with a crippling headache. you staggered into steves kitchen whilst he was cleaning up the board game in the living room and leaned over the sink. trying to breathe deeply in the hopes it would make you feel less like you were going to pass out. steve came in, and was going to pick you up and spin you in his arms when he saw your position.

“baby, whats wrong? you okay? what happened?” he asked, worry lacing his voice.

you turn around to answer him, but you don’t feel like you are able to form words. thankfully, steve can tell enough by how pale you look, like all the color has drained from your body.

“jesus christ baby, woah, sit-sit down” he said, picking you up and placing you onto the kitchen island.

your head felt heavier now, and you slumped over onto his shoulder. he attempted to ask you more questions, to which he only received a whimper from you. he needed to get you water but he couldn’t leave you unsupported, so he carried you into the living room and lowered you onto the couch.

“ill be right back, babydoll.” he said, mostly to himself before he performed the quickest water-run known to man. coming back and propping you up slightly and putting the straw you your lips, “drink.”

you did as you were told, and after sucking on the straw and lazily staring at him until the entire glass was empty, you took a deep breath.

“what the hell was that, baby? what happened?” he asked softly.

“i dunno, jus’ don’ feel good” you replied.

“yeah? what have you eaten today?” he asked.

you stared at him as you recalled your day. and slowly he watched your eyes turn from contemplation to guilt.

“baby,” he warned, “what have you eaten today.”

you sunk into the sofa behind you.

“i forgot, stevie.” you frowned at him, and he sighed.

“have you had any water?”

“you just gave me some!”

“i mean before that, doofus.”

you shook your head no, pouting moodily at him and lying back onto the couch. you felt tears well up in your eyes, everything seemed to be much bigger than it was. you were very embarrassed; and in your hungry, dehydrated brain, steve was very disappointed in you, and could not believe his girlfriend was so stupid as to forget to eat or drink. this was obviously very much not the case, and steve did not think that about you. as the flood came, you attempted to hide it, but he tool your hands and began soothing you instantly.

“hey, hey, look, its okay. you’re okay. shh.” he brushed the sweaty hair out of your face, “need you to lie down while I get you somethin’ to eat, okay? youre probably tired too, honey.”

you nodded tearily, and let him lie you back down. he went into the kitchen and made you a nice toasted sandwich just the way you like it, with a glass of water and a coke. he came back and sat next to you, giving you the food and setting the drinks onto the coffee table. you ate quickly, and were more than halfway through your sandwich when you looked up at him and realized how much better you felt. he raised his eyebrows at you, and you giggled.

“you feel better?” he asked. which only reduced you into a fit of more giggles. he shook his head and pulled you into his lap, whispering into your ear, “you drive me crazy, lady.” he laughed. “your hangry-ness needs to be psychologically evaluated.”

you stuck your tongue out at him and finished your meal before turning back around to him and wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your noses together.

“i’m sorry, thank you stevie.” you said, and kissed him softly.

“it’s okay lovey,” he took your hand into his, “no big deal, just gotta remember to eat, goofball.” he replied.

“why’d i do that when i have a perfectly good personal chef and doctor here?” you said, receiving an eye roll.

“alright sleeping beauty, lets get you a nap. and then all your needs will be full.” he said, taking your hand and guiding you into hie bedroom.

“well… not all of them.”

you received yet another eye roll, but this time it was accompanied by a deep scarlet blush.

[the-boy-meets-evil]

right where you left me | ksy & jww

(where you're in an open relationship with soonyoung, who doesn't want to come on your family christmas vacation. it's okay. you run into your ex at the resort anyway.)

pairing: soonyoung (hoshi) x f.reader, ex!wonwoo x f.reader genre: est. relationships, exes to lovers to ??, love triangles | smut, angst??, fluff word count: ~8.6k (yeah, idk either) warnings: open relationship (implied, not explicitly discussed), wonwoo and soonyoung both know about each other (but never actually interact), reader goes away with family for the holidays, mentions of christmas (including christmas dinner), mentions of drinking, soonyoung is soft for reader, wonwoo just wants a second chance, one (1) holy spirit joke, reader does make a choice at the end, smut warnings under the cut

a/n: this is for the amazing and wonderful @beomcoups from your secret santa, blitzen, for @kpopsecretsanta 💕 summer, i already knew you were actually the best. so, it's been really fun getting to send you asks and come up with something for you. i hope you like it (and i'm so sorry it got this long). this is honestly not where i meant for this to go. ily and merry (belated) christmas! thank you to @wooahaeproductions (once again) for giving me a title and to my bby @wongyuseokie for the beautiful banner so last minute.

a/n 2: i'm for real taking a writing break now because december has been busy 😂

tagging: @aaniag, @gyuminusone, @horanghater

smut warnings: multiple smut scenes, lots of kissing, so many orgasms, so much cum (i'm sorry), dirty talk, spit as lube (just for handjobs), handjobs, blowjobs, implied edging, vaginal fingering, protected sex (yay!), implied/referenced phone sex, kind of dom!wonwoo, kind of switch!reader, wonwoo is bossy, oral sex (f. receiving), begging, slight hair pulling, slight nipple play, choking, unprotected sex (don't do this), fucking from behind, pulling out, cum on the back/ass, referenced marking, referenced restraints, pet names (doll, sweetheart, babydoll, baby), probably teasing somewhere, i think that's it (i swear there's plot in there too)

“Are you all packed?” 

Soonyoung is stretched out on your bed, watching you search through your closet. You sigh when you can’t find the one sweater you’re looking for.

“Almost,” you say. 

“It’s on the drying rack in your spare bedroom,” he says. 

You spin around to look at him, eyebrow raised. “What?”

“That sweater you love? The one you pull out the second it’s cool enough?” Soonyoung prompts. 

You give him a look, but don’t say anything. Instead, you walk into the other room and find he’s right. The last thing you want to throw into your suitcase is actually exactly where he said. You check that it’s dry before retrieving it to fold and tuck away. 

“How?” you ask when you reenter the room. 

He just shrugs. “I don’t know, I guess I know you pretty well.”

That tugs at your heartstrings a little, especially this time of year. Because it’s true. Hardly anyone knows you as well as the beautiful man sprawled on your bed, scrolling through his phone. Yet, he’s also the one that seems to hurt you the most. Always exactly where you need him to be, but never quite within reach. This kind, wonderful human that surprises you with things that remind him of you, but can’t (or won’t) come with you for the holidays to a beautiful, snow-covered resort. It’s not worth bringing up again…

“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” you ask.

…but you do anyway. Like the sucker for pain you are. Like somehow the answer is going to change from the last time you asked.

This does make him look up, at least. It’s hard to see the look he gives you. It’s a little comforting that he does look sorry. Not quite enough to ease the ache in your heart. That’s neither here nor there, though.

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea,” he answers. 

“I know,” you sigh. 

And you do know. Your relationship with Soonyoung happened out of nowhere. When you were trying desperately to heal over the worst heartbreak you could imagine and he happened to be there. Maybe that’s why you feel this inexplicable draw to him, even now. Because he was the one to help you put the pieces back together, the one to let you know that you weren’t asking for something unreasonable from your ex, that it was okay to make whatever type of life you wanted for yourself. Over time, you felt yourself getting more attached and let it happen, even knowing it was the wrong choice. Not because Soonyoung is wrong or anything short of great. It’s just, well, he’s always been honest, sometimes painfully so, about exactly who he is and what he wants. He’s just not sure, at least right now, that a closed relationship where he meets the parents is what he wants. 

An open relationship hadn’t been something you considered. It still wasn’t a consideration when you first started sleeping with Soonyoung. It wasn’t until you realized you wanted more of him that you had to have the conversation. Which is how you’re here, now. Going to see your parents and the rest of your family for a beautiful vacation alone despite being in a relationship. Despite him having met some of your family, like your cousins, and the number of dates you go on. Sometimes it really is enough. Not because you’re telling yourself it is. It just is. He comes up with the most thoughtful dates. Surprises you with little things just because. He’s so insanely thoughtful. So, maybe it’s enough that he doesn’t want to come meet your parents.

“Come here,” he requests, opening his arms for you. 

You sigh before giving in and snuggling into him on the bed. He plants a soft kiss on the top of your head first, then your temple. You settle against his chest, timing your own breathing with the rise and fall of his chest. There’s something so comforting about lying like this. Something that makes it easier to be honest when you’re not looking into his incredibly soft eyes.

“I do get it, Soonie,” you repeat softly. “This makes sense for us and I don’t want that to change. I don’t need my parents getting involved.”

“Maybe next year,” he says and that pulls you up short. He’s never said that before. You can’t really help it, you pull away to look into his eyes. “I like being around you and neither of us has been seeing many other people lately. So maybe it’s something we can talk about in the new year.” 

“I don’t want it to be anything that you feel…” you start and he presses a kiss to your lips.

“I don’t,” he assures you. “And you’re still free to do whatever you want, obviously. I don’t even know what it might look like. Just, I don’t know, I figure maybe after the holidays we can figure out if anything changes here.” 

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you agree. 

“But for today…” he says, drifting off as his eyes roam over your body.

“You’re exhausting,” you complain.

“You tried on Christmas dresses in front of me! I’ve been here suffering thinking that I won’t get to slide that material off your soft skin,” he says and kisses your shoulder. “Sitting here neglected as I watched you pack away skirts and those pants that make your ass look amazing.” 

“You’re not neglected,” you tease as he presses a long kiss to your neck. 

“I’m wasting away from the lack of attention,” he whines.

“Hm, is that right?” you ask. 

“It is,” he concludes. 

“Well, we can’t have that,” you say low, running your hand down his stomach. 

“Don’t you have to leave soon?” he asks, stuttering when your hand runs over his cock through his pants. You rub him ever so gently, delighting in the way he reacts.

“I can stop if you want,” you suggest. 

“You know I don’t want you to, but…” he starts and trails off when you move your hand towards his waistband.

“I’m driving, Soon, I can be a little late. I’ll just blame traffic,” you say.

“Fuck it,” he curses. 

You drag his pants and briefs down in one motion, freeing his cock. You remember the first time you fucked him, when he was nervous that you were going to be somehow disappointed. He couldn’t have been more wrong. Not only is he the perfect size, but he has a way of moving his hips while fucking you that’s always drives you crazy.

There isn’t time for you to be walking down memory lane, though. You spit into your hand so that you can start stroking him, delight in how he’s already a little hard. Maybe he wasn’t lying about the torture of watching you try on clothes. After all, you did catch him adjusting on the bed a time or two. It’s not enough for you, just stroking him and listening to all the beautiful sounds that he makes. Before he even realizes what’s happening, you’re taking him into your mouth. Swirling your tongue around the tip and carefully massaging his balls with your free hand. You hollow your cheeks when you take as much of him into your mouth as you can. Carefully sucking while you bob your head on his cock, running a hand up and down the base as you continue to work on him. 

“Fuck, that mouth is so good,” he whines. “Oh my god! Ugh, yes!” 

One of the things you like about Soonyoung is times like this, where he doesn’t need to be in control. Where he just lets you take care of him. Lets you make him feel good. Just completely turns to putty in your hands. He’s muttering obscenities about how much he loves your mouth, how you know just what to do, how you’re cruel for bringing him to the edge and then backing off. You may not have enough time, but you also can’t really stop yourself. 

“You’re gonna make me come if you keep that up,” Soonyoung warns. 

You pull up off him just for a second to fix him with a look. “Kinda the point, isn’t it?” 

“Not if it means I don’t get to fuck you,” he answers and pulls off his shirt. 

Okay, you can take the hint. You quickly strip off all your clothes and move up to lie on your side facing him. He captures your lips in a kiss and quickly puts a hand between your legs. No time to waste. He runs his fingers along your entrance, collecting the wetness there and groaning, probably at how you’re wet just from blowing him. When he slides a finger inside your cunt, you want to pull away from the kiss. Instead, you just moan into his mouth, spurring him to pump his finger into you faster. Another moan and he presses a second finger in. 

When you first started fucking Soonyoung, you were a little embarrased about several things when it came to sex. One had been how wet you get. He had been so quick with the praise, so quick to assure you that it was a good thing, so quick to make you comfortable. Now, you barely even think about it. Everything with him is effortless, comfortable. It’s entirely too fast when you feel like you’re already starting to come undone. 

“God, I love watching that pussy suck my fingers in,” he says. “So good for me, so greedy.”

“Fuck, Soon, hang on,” you pant out.

“Feeling good?” he asks.

“Yeah but you’re gonna make me come,” you whine. 

“Isn’t that the point?” he parrots back.

“Thought you wanted to fuck me,” you remind him.

He removes his fingers from your cunt entirely too quickly so he can roll over to reach the drawer. With surprising speed, he pulls a condom out and has it on in a matter of seconds. You’re about to ask how he wants you when he rolls back over and hikes one of your legs up. This is a new position for the two of you, surprising with how many you’ve tried. There’s something a little intimate, facing each other like this with your leg up over his arm. His brows furrow a little as he lines himself up. 

“Oh god,” you moan out when he presses all the way in, right off the bat. Even with the prepping, it’s more of a stretch than you were expecting so fast.

“You okay?” he asks. Even though he wants it to be fast, he’s still so considerate.

“Yes, just fucking move, please,” you whine.

“So needy,” he says, but he still moves. 

It’s fast and a little desperate and the angle has him hitting you just where you want him. It doesn’t feel awkward in this position, either, which crossed your mind for a second. You’re clinging to any part of him that you can, moaning incoherently, about to come undone in a stupidly short time. But, he’s babbling too, uttering praises for how good he feels, reminding you how amazing you are. He’s so vocal and it’s what sends you over the edge. He follows right behind you.

You lay on your back and take a few moments to catch your breath. Watch him as he gets up to dispose of the condom. Smile when he comes back and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. He’s so pretty like this, glowing and smiley and perfectly content. So are you, apparently, as he tells you constantly.

“You have to go because I have to shower and I don’t want to have to shower again after that,” you say when you get up.

“But, what if I want round two?” he asks, drawing you in against his body. 

You lean your head to press a kiss to his lips and carefully pull away. “Then, you’ll just have to wait til I’m back.”

“Thought you didn’t mind being late,” he presses.

“A little late,” you say and laugh at the pout. “You’re cute, Soonie, but I still have to go.”

“Fine,” he sighs. “You’ll be back before New Year’s?”

“Yeah, for the party,” you confirm. 

“I’ll miss you,” he whispers into your hair. The kiss he presses to the top of your head nearly has your knees weak. Instead, you just smile as he leaves and rush off to the shower before you get in the car. 

The resort your parents picked this year for the holidays is beautiful. There’s a main resort and also a bunch of smaller buildings with rooms that are more like condos. Your parents are staying in a particularly roomy one, because they love to host, so you don’t feel too stuck by staying with them. It’s also nice because the resort is attached to a ski lodge. You can actually ski straight from the rooms onto one of the trails. It’s all beautiful and you feel incredibly at peace. 

(You also appreciate how there are plenty of things to do for people that don’t like to ski or snowboard. Not that you don’t, you’re just sometimes a little worried you’ll fall.)

The first night was just for relaxing after the ride up. The four hour drive ended up going a lot faster with your cousin in the passenger seat, thankful you hadn’t actually left yet because her car broke down. Even though you don’t live far apart, you feel like you don’t see her nearly often enough. So the car ride is a nice way to catch up. 

Now that it’s the first full day, you’re ready to explore a little bit. Your parents mentioned a little cafe in the lodge that sounds like the perfect place to get a cup of coffee. Of course, you could make it in the room, but it probably wouldn’t taste as good. Bundled up, you head down to the lodge and look out for the cafe. It ends up being pretty easy to find. And it’s not the only thing. 

It’s like a pull that you can’t explain, the way your eyes fall on someone sitting in an armchair just to the side of the cafe. His dark hair has that slightly tousled look, probably from being outside, and his glasses keep sliding down his nose. As you watch, he absently pushes them back up, eyes glued on the book in his lap. There is no world where it makes sense that he’s here and also no world where he could be anyone else. You’re debating whether or not to approach him when he looks up. The smile he sends your way has you feeling things that you know you shouldn’t. 

Your feet carry you towards him without permission and he rises to meet you part way. “Hey, what are you…” 

At the same time, he starts to say, “wow, small world.”

It’s a little awkward (read: a lot) and neither of you really know what to say. It’s been two years since you last saw each other, two years since you last spoke, two years since the break up that nearly tore you apart. Even though it’s been long enough that you feel better about it, it’s still awkward. He probably feels it too, the uncertainty of running into each other someplace so unexpected. The question of how to move forward. 

“So, um, this is…” Wonwoo starts.

“Awkward? Weird? Unexpected?” you offer through a forced laugh.

“What are you doing here?” he asks.

“My family is here for Christmas,” you answer. “Yours too?” 

“Yeah,” he says. 

“Right,” you say. “Well, I was just going to get…”

“Can we talk? Maybe over lunch or something?” he asks just as you’re ready to turn around. 

You’re rooted to the spot, unable to answer him right away. Can you? Yes, you definitely have that capability. Should you? That’s a bit harder to answer. Your brain is full of images of your past relationship - the good, the bad, the ugly - and your current situation. Maybe Wonwoo still does know you, at least well enough to read your face, because he speaks up again.

“Never mind, that was silly to ask,” he says.

“No, it wasn’t. I’m sorry. I’m just, I don’t know, a little overwhelmed, I guess,” you admit.

“Me too, if it helps,” he says. 

You look down at your watch. It’s a little earlier than you usually eat lunch, but maybe that’ll be a good thing. “Do you wanna get something now?”

“What about your coffee?” Wonwoo asks.

“I’m sure the restaurant has some,” you say before you lose the courage. 

Lunch is actually surprisingly easy. Well, after you get some of the awkwardness out of the way. But, it gives you a chance to say a lot of things you both kept to yourselves. Back when you were dating Wonwoo, it got harder until it was too much. He was always soft spoken, always afraid to burden anyone else with his problems. Even when you reminded him that’s what partners were for, he just kept most of it to himself. Which wasn’t healthy for either of you. You wanted things out in the open so you could talk about them, he kept them to himself. Something tiny could fester into something much bigger and then become a real issue. Even when it came to issues at work or with other friends, he was hesitant to mention it. By not wanting to be a burden, he ended up driving a massive wedge between you. And he’s able to share things with you, too. Like how it wasn’t always easy to want to share when he felt pressured. He knows you only cared, but sometimes he wasn’t ready. Sometimes he couldn’t talk about it in the moment and just needed a day to process. Something he knows that he should have shared with you, as well. 

It turns into a much longer meal than either of you expect. After talking about your relationship, you fill in the last two years. He talks about work and friends and reluctantly admits that he hasn’t dated anyone seriously since you. When it’s your turn, you stumble over explaining Soonyoung, ending up opting for full transparency. If he’s surprised, he hides it well. Seems to understand that trying something a little different can be exactly what you need. When you finally check your phone to see you’re running late to meet your cousins, you say goodbye with a promise to hang out again. And an assurance that you haven’t changed your number and he isn’t blocked. 

You spend most of the afternoon playing games with your cousins and sharing what you’ve been up to. The cousin that rode with you, and knows Wonwoo the best, is nearly on the floor when you tell her that he’s here somehow. Especially because she also knows Soonyoung and likes him, but thinks he’s not the long term plan for you. She’s a little surprised, given how much you smiled about seeing Wonwoo, at how fiercely you defend Soonyoung. It’s just, well, he’s been a lot for you in so many ways. Yes, some of it has been painful and some of it has involved learning things you’re not sure you needed to. But, it’s also been safe and protected. It’s allowed you to grow in ways you never expected. 

An afternoon of gaming turns into a night of dinner in the suite, more games, and drinking. Your cousin takes your phone and texts Wonwoo from it. Invites him over to the room to pick you up. Of course, she doesn’t tell you any of that. But, when you answer the door and see your ex on the other side, he suggests you check your phone. You shoot your cousin a look and grab your coat. He’s here, so you might as well go with him. When he holds out his hand for you, you take it and follow him into the night. 

The next days pass in a kind of haze. It’s so pretty to be at the resort, watching the way snow seems to fall more often than not, even if it���s just a light flurry for 20 minutes. There’s a beautiful, tucked away corner of the lodge where you can sit in rocking chairs by floor to ceiling windows. It gives you a perfect vantage point to watch the snow, or watch people coming down trails, watch anything. You’re with Wonwoo more than your own family, a fact that nobody seems to talk about. Maybe because everyone liked Wonwoo and nobody really understood why it ended. You hadn’t wanted to talk about it. And now it doesn’t seem to matter. The man before you isn’t the same boy that you walked away from two years ago. You’re not the same either. Both of you get a lot of time nestled away in the cocoon of the holiday vacation to talk about that. To talk about who you are now and where you want to be. About if things would turn out differently now.

It’s all kind of a practiced dance, though, because Wonwoo knows that Soonyoung exists. He knows that there’s someone you’re not really ready to let go that may be waiting for you to get back to have an important conversation. (He is waiting for you, but you don’t tell Wonwoo that. Because it may not be in the way you wish he was waiting for you. What you do know is that he’s been sending you a lot of messages. There are a lot of things that seem to remind him of you. So, he’s constantly on your mind.) And there are some things that haven’t changed about Wonwoo, too. One of those things is that he doesn’t really find the idea of sharing a partner appealing. Even though he’s one of the most secure people you know, you can also tell what he thinks about the complication of your current situation. There’s no judgment, only more hurdles. It’s like he wants you to consider giving him another shot, but he doesn’t really know where to start. 

Since Christmas Eve and Christmas morning are for family, you get a much needed break from having Wonwoo around constantly. Not that you mind, it’s just that your head needs a little space. You need to figure out what exactly you want. Which isn’t really any easier when you’re separated from your ex, sadly. Both he and Soonyoung are still fighting for space. Your thoughts are kind of a jumbled mess. 

(It doesn’t help that Soonyoung calls you on Christmas Eve. Or that the call turns into FaceTime and that turns into the two of you getting off. Phone sex wasn’t ever really something you were into before him. You didn’t really get the appeal of it. But, you’ve seen the positives of it with him. Still can’t really believe how easy it is for him to push you over the edge when he’s not even with you. And you kind of like knowing you do the same to him, seeing his cum paint his stomach after he finishes. He gets a little sappy after he comes, too. When you’re both cleaned up, he’s still there. Telling you that he misses you and that the city feels a little lonely without you there. It’s not like you haven’t left before, but this just feels different to him. He says it all without seeming to think much about it and you’re not really sure how to take it. Is it honest? Or is it the post orgasm haze?) 

But, after Christmas dinner, you’re on your own to do whatever you want. And you know what you don’t need to do. You know that you don’t need to make this whole mess inside your head more complicated than it already is. You do really miss Soonyoung and all his energy. There’s something infectious about him. But, you also know that he’s been very clear on his wants and needs, even if he says you need to talk when you’re back about what’s going on. Then, there’s all your returning feelings for Wonwoo after all the time you’ve spent with him the past several days. Soonyoung seemed to skate over you mentioning running into your ex like it didn’t matter. Or that he trusts you and that the relationship is open, which is the more likely answer. All of that leads to sitting on the couch of Wonwoo’s suite, sipping a glass of wine. 

“What’s going on here?” you ask, interrupting the formerly comfortable silence. 

“We’re drinking wine on Christmas?” Wonwoo suggests.

You turn your head to look at him and find he’s a little confused. “I don’t mean that. I mean,” you gesture between the two of you, “here.” 

“Ah,” Wonwoo says and takes a sip. 

“Yeah,” you say.

“I don’t know, honestly. I know I missed you and that I feel like things are different now. I think we could have actually worked through our issues if we were these people,” Wonwoo says.

“But?” you prompt. Because there’s so clearly a but coming to what he said.

“You’re in a relationship,” he finishes. 

“An open one,” you remind him.

“That you’re not really sure how to define,” he presses back.

“We aren’t even sure if we’d work together again and you’re already worried about what’s going on with Soonyoung,” you sigh. 

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“We’ve got history and it’s been so nice to be around you. But, if we were to try something out again, we’re not just going to jump back into it being serious right away,” you tell him.

“No, I wouldn’t expect it to,” Wonwoo agrees. 

“So does it really matter if I’m seeing someone else? Does anyone outside of us really matter while we’re figuring things out?” you ask.

This is a definite crossroads for Wonwoo. He’s always been very logical and impossibly smart. In all the time you knew him, he was one to weigh things out and go with what made the most sense. It wasn’t like him to be overly emotional about things. Except, apparently, when it came to you. So, this is a big ask. For him to just set aside personal feelings for you and consider the logic behind what you’re saying. It’s a crossroads for you, too. Because you do know it makes sense to consider exploring whatever’s been happening between the two of you. To not have any what-ifs or questions when you go back to the city. To actually explore another genuine connection so you can better understand what you do or don’t feel for Soonyoung.

Wonwoo sighs and nods. “Yeah, you’re right. Focusing on this and figuring it out doesn’t involve anyone else but us.”

“So that last little line of defense stops now?” you ask, hopeful.

“Last line of defense?” he asks. 

You gesture at the space between you. “Ever since I ran into you, there’s always space for the Holy Spirit between us.” 

Both of you laugh at that when Wonwoo’s face cracks into a smile. It erases the last little bit of tension left between the two of you. It’s clear that he means he’s going to give it a real shot to figure out what’s going on without worrying about anyone else. Wonwoo shifts closer to you, rests his arm on the back of the couch behind you, and presses his thigh into yours. 

“Do you still think there’s space for the Holy Spirit?” he asks. 

“No,” you say with a light laugh. 

“I’ve missed you, doll,” he admits and presses a kiss against your temple. 

“I’ve missed you, too,” you say. You turn your body so your back is against the arm of the couch and drape your legs over his lap. It’s a little more comfortable and it lets you look at him easier. 

“It’s so weird to me, running into you here,” he says and you laugh.

“I’d say it’s some kind of fate, but I know you don’t believe in that kinda shit,” you offer.

“I don’t know that I do, but having you around has given me a break from my family,” he shares. 

“Your family is great,” you disagree. 

“They are, but it’s a lot of people time,” he says with a sigh.

Which is why you suggest that you just sit back and watch a movie, something a little scary because you know that’s what he prefers. It doesn’t have to be some Christmas movie, you’ve gotten enough of that with your cousins in the lead up to the holiday. So, you let him pick something and settle back, appreciating the closeness. 

The movie is good, but you’re kind of a fidgeter. You make it through the first half easily, but in the second half, you start getting a little sick of sitting still. Just little things. Adjusting how you’re sitting. Moving your legs slightly. Reaching out for one of Wonwoo’s hands. Something to trick your body into thinking it’s moving. Until it’s a little more than just a movement. Without even thinking, you pull one of your legs towards you, let your knee bend for a second, because it’s a little stiff, and slide it back. It isn’t until Wonwoo sucks in a breath and clenches his jaw that you realize your foot slid right over his dick. 

“Wonwoo, I’m sorry, I didn’t - “ you start, but he’s moving your legs.

“Let’s go,” he says as he stands up.

“What?” you ask. “Go where?” 

“Come on, sweetheart, I’m not gonna play these fucking games,” he says and pulls you up off the couch. 

You’re really caught off guard, because it had been an accident, but your body remembers this. He’s guiding you in front of him to one of the bedrooms and pressing you inside. As soon as you’re both through, he closes and locks the door. Then, he presses you back into it and kisses you hard. Crowds your space so you can’t move an inch. You gasp when he nips at your lip. This has always been the thing about Wonwoo. He’s so quiet and soft spoken and unassuming around everyone else. Just the smart boy who likes to read and play video games. Until he gets you behind closed doors and a switch flips. 

“Fuck, Nu, I swear it was an accident,” you groan as he kisses down your neck.

“So, you don’t wanna get fucked into the mattress? Don’t want me to show you I still know exactly what you like?” he asks.

You’re not the same person you were two years ago, though. “Maybe I like different things now.” 

“We’ll see about that,” he says. 

Before you can respond, he’s kissing you again. Hard and needy and like there isn’t a tomorrow. Maybe there isn’t for the two of you. It’s not like you’ve managed to clear anything up. 

Wonwoo presses his hips into you. Places his hands on either side of your head against the door behind you. It’s so easy to fall into old patterns with him, where you give up your control. Your hands run along his back, underneath his shirt, and he shivers at the touch. It makes him thrust his hips into you again. It makes him grab your hands and pin them in one of his above your head. His lips are demanding when they return to yours, like he’s taking what you owe him. 

There’s no point in begging for more. It would only make him go slower. So, you accept his tongue into your mouth when he keeps kissing you. You let your hands stay pinned above your head. You even chase his lips when he pulls away. It’s hard to suppress the shudder when his lips brush against your ear. 

“I want to fuck you,” he whispers. “I want to press your pretty face into the mattress and get your ass in the air. Do you want that?”

“Yes,” you whimper out. 

Wonwoo pulls away from you and starts to undress. It’s hard to take your eyes off of him because he’s so beautiful. The broadness of his shoulder and his slender waist. The muscles that he hides behind all the layers flex as he pulls off his shirt and steps out of his pants. But, then he’s looking at you expectantly. Likely wondering why you’re fully dressed. You make quick work of getting out of your clothing before turning back to him. 

“Sit on the edge of the bed, babydoll,” he instructs. You hasten to listen to what he asks and he smiles. Not a soft smile. “Open your legs.” 

You do that as well. With your hands on the bed behind you, you lean backwards. Wonwoo kneels down between your legs and runs a hand up your calf. He nips softly at your thighs, sharp enough to make you gasp but not hard enough to leave a mark. As he moves to your other thigh, he spreads your legs further. Only places a light kiss on your other thigh before his hand returns to your pussy. His fingers spread you open and he blows gently. The sensation makes you shiver. It makes you want to beg for him. Instead, you just grip the sheets tighter. Wonwoo chuckles, probably at your attempt to hold back, and licks a stripe up your center. Flattens his tongue against you and runs it slowly through your folds. 

“Oh god,” you moan. You don’t need to look down to see that it makes Wonwoo smile, but you do anyway.

He continues to work you with his tongue, alternating the pace so that you never really know what to expect. His thumb rubs circles over your clit. Maybe he does still know how to get you going. Or maybe your body just remembers him. Either way, he feels so good. You’re entirely more pent up than you feel like you should be. It would be embarrassing if it was with someone you weren’t comfortable with. 

“Fuck, please, baby, I need your fingers,” you beg. 

“You getting close?” he asks.

“Yes, fuck, please,” you cry out.

“Do you think you deserve to come?” he asks. It’s only his thumb on your clit that keeps you going.

“Please,” you beg and hope it’s enough.

It must work because his tongue returns to your cunt and he slides one of his perfect fingers inside as well. The second is in before you realize it and your moans are more sounds than anything intelligible. It’s an unsurprisingly short time before you make a mess of his face and fingers. After he guides you through your orgasm, he stands up and leans over you. Pulls you in for a kiss so that you can taste yourself on his lips. It’s enough to make you a little dizzy. Entirely too soon, he’s breaking the kiss. He runs his hand over his dick and looks at you.

“Spit in your hand,” he directs and you do it without thinking. The post-orgasm haze still has hold of you. 

You don’t need him to tell you what to do next. Before he can say anything, you take over and run your hand down his shaft. Slide your thumb carefully over his tip. Wonwoo clenches his jaw like he’s trying not to let you know just how good it feels. Because you still know him too. You continue to stroke him and take his cock into your mouth. Just the tip, at first. When you look up at him under your lashes, you know that he’s going to lose the battle. 

“Fuck, babydoll, that mouth is better than I remember,” he groans out. His hands wind into your hair, but he doesn’t fuck into your face. You’re a little surprised he can hold back. Especially when you swirl your tongue around his tip. “Okay enough of this.”

Wonwoo, with surprising gentleness, pulls you off of his dick. You have just enough time to look at him triumphantly before he’s moving you back into the bed. He gets you on your hands and knees, presses your back down so that your ass is in the air and your face presses into the pillow in front of you. You arch your back deeper so that he has the best angle. The bed shifts under you and you assume that he’s lining up behind you. He presses a finger into your pussy again and you squirm for a second. When he removes it, you want to complain. But, he’s quick to line himself up and press his cock into you. The pillow muffles your moan as he presses all the way in. His hands find purchase on your hips as he sets a slow rhythm. 

It doesn’t seem like it’s enough, though. His hand finds it’s way into your hair and he pulls back, more gently than he used to. “Is this still okay?” 

His voice is hoarse in your ear. “Fuck, Nu, yes. Be rough with me.” 

It’s all the permission he needs. His hand slides up your body to take your nipple between too skilled fingers. The first twist has you screaming out for him, wanting him to continue. And he does, all while picking up the pace that he fucks into you. He keeps you pressed against his chest. The snap of his hips and the skin slapping together isn’t enough to cover your stream of profanities. Wonwoo places a hand lightly over your throat, using it to anchor you to him. Your loud moan and reassurance of permission makes him squeeze a little tighter. It’s that perfect sensory deprivation to make it all the more intense. Between that and your earlier orgasm, you’re a bit on overload. It’s a kind of mind blankness that you haven’t felt in awhile. Nothing else exists but the pursuit of pleasure. Your mind is totally empty.

Eventually, his movements start to stutter and he releases your throat. Directs you to rub your clit. You hardly need to touch yourself before you feel your second orgasm rip through you, coming all over his dick. He snaps a few more times before pulling out of you. His cum paints over your ass and your back. Wonwoo collapses next to you and you lower yourself down onto your stomach, trying not to make too much of a mess. 

After a moment, Wonwoo presses a kiss to your shoulder. “What do you, babydoll, do I still know you?” 

“It’s like nothing ever changes,” you admit. 

The two days after Christmas seem to pass just as quickly as the days before Christmas. Something feels like it’s shifted with you and Wonwoo, but maybe not in the way you expect. You’re still spending a decent amount of time with him, still being pretty affectionate, but you don’t end up naked in his bed again. It could just be you, though it feels like a joint decision. It feels like it’s some unspoken agreement. 

Everything with Wonwoo has been amazing, like a little break from reality. It’s been so nice to get to see him again, to get to talk about your relationship and everything it meant. Even though you’ve both changed a lot, it’s nice to realize how well he still knows you. And he seems to accept all the ways you’ve changed in stride, which surprises you a little. Change had never been his favorite thing. There’s also just a general sense of nostalgia to your interactions with him. He’s safe in the way someone says that you can always go home. It feels like falling into old patterns. 

But, that’s not what life is supposed to be, is it? Life is about taking chances and risks and pushing yourself out of your comfort zone. Falling back into step with Wonwoo would be so easy. It’s obvious that he still loves you, or maybe loves you again. It’s so easy to picture what your life with him looks like because you remember. You remember all the plans the two of you made. It just feels kind of stagnant, though. You know the kind of love you’re getting back into. It’s not even about not trusting him or worrying it would end up in another break-up. Things are different enough with your communication that you trust it would be different on that front.

It’s just, if you’re being honest with yourself, you can’t get Soonyoung off your mind. Even when you’ve been with Wonwoo, there’s that small voice in the back of your mind whispering Soonyoung’s name. It’s also really hard to stop thinking about what he said before you left. Maybe it doesn’t mean anything changes. Maybe it only means that you define the relationship a little more clearly and it’s still open. But, if you move forward with Wonwoo, you know what that means for Soonyoung. You know it means you’re going to be saying goodbye to the person who’s challenged you, who’s pushed you, who’s forced you out of your comfort zone. You’re just not sure you can do that.

By the time the last night comes around, you know that you need to have an actual conversation with Wonwoo before leaving. Life doesn’t always give you the chance for closure, so you know to take it when it comes around.

“This is it for us, isn’t it?” Wonwoo asks. 

“Yeah, I think it is,” you say. 

“I hope he knows what he’s got,” Wonwoo says with a sigh. “By the time I figured it out, it was too late.” 

“I hope you know that everything I felt for you was so real, that it’s still real now. It’s just…” you start.

“Not enough?” he finishes and you frown. “It’s okay, I’m not upset. I knew from the start that this was a long shot.” 

“Why did you do it, then?” you ask.

“Because I would have regretted it if I left something unsaid or undone,” he says simply.

“I’m so sorry, Wonwoo,” you say.

“I’m not. I’m thankful we got this chance. Now, I have the closure I needed to actually move on,” he says. 

You’re not sure what else to do, so you just wrap your arms around him. His arms wrap around you without missing a beat and he places a kiss on the top of your head. The two of you stand like that for a few minutes, letting all the feelings wash over you. It’s the next part that’s going to be the scariest.

You haven’t properly talked to Soonyoung since the two of you had phone sex on Christmas Eve. Which is actually on you, at least this time, because he’s been keeping up a relatively steady stream of texts. Asking how the vacation was, how it was to be around your family, even how it was to see your ex. And you haven’t done anything wrong, you know you haven’t, but it still feels like too much to text. It feels like the kind of thing you need to tell him when you’re back in your apartment. Thankfully, you don’t even have to ask if he wants to come by. He knows your schedule, knows how long the drive is, and even assumes you’re tired. Despite that, he asks if he’s okay to come over anyway. He even insists that he just wants to see you, sex can be off the table. (Unless you want to fuck on the kitchen table, because that might be hot, he says.)

He’s at your door in what feels like record time, puffy jacket and beanie covering most of his head and upper body. His arms wrap around you before he even gets through the door or takes off his layers. It feels like he smells your hair when he buries his face there, but you can’t be sure. It’s almost a project to get him to unlatch himself long enough to take off his outer layers and remove his shoes before joining you on the couch. Where he clings to you like the idea of personal space is foreign. It’s more comforting than you’d like to admit. You’re at ease, but your heart is also beating entirely too fast.

“I missed you,” he says softly.

“I missed you, too,” you say back. 

“No, I really missed you. My sister kept asking me the whole time I was there if I was okay,” he admits. He separates a little, but keeps hold of one of your hands. 

You’re not really used to this side of him, haven’t seen him this soft in all the time you’ve known him. “Were you not? You seemed okay in your messages.” 

“I -,” he starts, frowns, and then opens his mouth again. “I was okay, when we were texting. Mostly. But, I guess, I’m just used to you being around. I’m used to sending you something, like something that makes me think of you, and having you answer right away.” 

“You were sending a lot,” you tease lightly.

“I kept wondering,” he starts and shakes his head.

“Wondering what, Soon?” you ask. 

“Do you remember before you left that I said I wanted to talk after the holidays?” he asks and you nod. 

“Of course, I thought about it a lot,” you admit.

“You did?” The surprise is evident on his face and you’re not sure what it means.

“Yeah, there were a lot of times I couldn’t really get it off my mind, honestly,” you share. 

“I figured…well with your ex there and you spending so much time with him,” Soonyoung says.

Your stomach drops a little. “Listen, about that…”

“You don’t have to tell me,” he says, trying to cut you off. It’s your turn to grab his hands, though.

“I do, though. Which is selfish, probably, but I need to tell you for me,” you say.

“You’re getting back together with him,” Soonyoung guesses and his whole body seems to slump. You’re not sure what to make of him caring so much and don’t really want to get your own hopes up.

“No,” you assure him. “No, I think that chapter of my life is over. Seeing him just brought up a lot of unfinished shit. And then with the holidays and the resort. I did…well, we did have sex. Just once, on Christmas.”

Soonyoung nods, but doesn’t seem relieved. “I figured you would, I did basically push you to try other things out. Are you going to see him again now that you’re back here?”

“No,” you say again. “But, I think I want to hear what you were going to say.” 

“I’m not sure now is…” he starts and nearly melts at the look you give him.

“Please,” you say so softly it’s barely audible. 

“I should’ve gone with you when you asked,” he says and that brings you up short. You never dared to hope for that much. “I knew it as soon as you were gone. But, I figured it’d be fine. I’d be right where you left me when you got back. Then, you ran into your ex and you seemed happy for the chance. I thought I’d fucked up and that you’d fall for him again. I considered just showing up. I chickened out, though. I figured if it was supposed to work out, then it would. Part of me even hoped you might fuck him and that you’d realize what it took me just a little too long to realize.”

“And what’s that?” you prompt.

“That I’m ready to give actual commitment a try. That I don’t want to think about sharing you with anyone else,” he says and his voice drops to a whisper. “That I love you.” 

“What did you just say?” you ask. 

He takes a deep breath and meets your eyes. “That I love you. And I’m sorry.” 

You don’t even realize you’re crying until he wipes a tear from your cheek. “I love you, too, you giant idiot. It’s always been you for me. It wasn’t ever going to be my ex. I’m not sorry, though. Everything that we’ve experienced, it’s been exactly what I needed.” 

“You know what this means though, right?” he asks and you shake your head. “No more fucking anyone that’s not me.” 

“We don’t have to…” you start. You don’t want to change him, never have. He’s always been perfect exactly the way he is. 

“I know, but I want to. It’s only you. I think it always has been and you just knew it a lot before I did,” he says.

“Can you just kiss me now?” you ask through your tears. 

When your lips meet, it’s so slow and tender. So full of affection and joy and everything left unsaid. For now, at least. If there’s anything you know about Soonyoung, it’s that he doesn’t like to keep much to himself. It’s been so much, so overwhelming. Even though the kisses are languid, you feel the heat building between the two of you. Feel the desire getting stronger. That’s when he breaks the kiss. Your face must look confused or disappointed because he smiles, so full of genuine affection, and stands up. He holds a hand out to you.

“I don’t want the first time after telling you that I love you to be on your couch,” he says. 

Your smile matches his when you take his hand and interlace your fingers. He brings your hands up to his lips and places a kiss on your knuckles. Doesn’t let go of your hand even when you’re in your bedroom. He sits down on the edge of the bed and pulls you between his legs. It makes you lean down to kiss him, but it’s kind of nice. He finally lets go of your hand so that he can wrap his arms around you instead. When Soonyoung looks up at you, eyes full of affection, it’s just more than you can handle. 

“Please, Soonie,” you whisper.

“What?” he asks.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you request.

“Like what?” he asks.

“Like I’m the only person in the entire world,” you say.

He only smiles at first. “I had a lot of time to think when you were away. I’m just appreciating you now.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you assure him.

“I wouldn’t let you.” 

Finally, he pulls you into bed and it’s the most perfect night you’ve ever spent with him. And you’ve had a lot of great nights. He always takes his time with you, always makes sure you’re well taken care of. It’s different now. His lips are everywhere and his hands seem to need to find whatever part of you they can. You’ve never felt so loved and so safe, even with him. Even though he always makes it comfortable. You know that you made the right choice.

(You’re sure when he’s got you seeing stars from his mouth between your legs. You’re sure when he’s sucking marks into your skin where only he can see them. You’re sure when he asks you to tie his hands to the bed. You’re sure when he asks you to untie him so he can fuck you into the mattress. You’re especially sure when he wraps himself around you to fall asleep. It’s everything you’ve wanted, but only because it’s him. It wouldn’t be the same with anyone else.)

Morning comes and everything looks even better in the soft light of a winter’s morning. You’re not sure you’re ever going to get Soonyoung out of your bed (or your apartment) and you’re not really sure you want to. The new year is right around the corner and you can’t wait to see what it brings the both of you.

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[ludicdoll]

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄

jann mardenborough ☆

pairing: jann mardenborough x fem!reader

contents: smut, cowgirl, thigh riding, praise, softdom jann, gentle and cute sex yk, size kink, cussing

synopsis: you surprise your boyfriend with your new lingerie set when he comes back home from a win.

a/n: somebody sedate me pls i love him

you adjust your appearance in the mirror leaning against the corner wall of your bedroom, pulling up your lace garter. it’s been a few weeks since jann had left for the le mans race, and you missed him dearly. he would text to update you everyday about how it was going, and when you finally got a call from him a week later, he was cheering on about how he had won—you couldn’t be more proud of him. you were expecting him to be back home soon, and to reward him for winning the race, you dolled yourself up and bought a new lingerie set you had been eyeing for the last few days. it was a dark red translucent babydoll dress covered in lace detailing with a matching pair of cheeky underwear.

you smiled to yourself as you play with the small bow on the top, jann loved when you wore cute lingerie sets with bows. he said it made you look angelic in a way.

you switch off the light, then reach over to turn on the small lamp on the dresser to create a more romantic atmosphere. you spin around, watching as the red mesh twirls around your body before walking over to your bed and dropping yourself down. you prop yourself up on your elbows, looking at the reflection to make sure you looked decent. you slightly jerk when you hear the sound of a car pulling in. you lay still, waiting. jann calls out for you from downstairs but you don’t respond. after a few minutes, you hear him walking upstairs. he knocks on the door before twisting the doorknob slowly.

he pokes his head in, a smile immediately breaking on his face when he notices you laying on the bed. “hey, baby.” he mutters while closing the door behind him. it takes you every muscle in your body to not immediately jump into his arms and cover his face in kisses. you stay quiet, staring up at him through your mascara coated lashes. his eyes pan down your body and he inhales sharply.

you finally sit up, crawling over to the edge of the mattress and swinging your legs over. “what is this?” he asks with an intrigued laugh. you give him a timid smile in return, fidgeting with your necklace. although in this moment you seemed bold and confident, your heart was beating so fast you swore he could hear it. you never initiated intimacy in the bedroom due to the fact that you were still so nervous around him. his gaze on you was heavy, almost intense enough to make you come on the spot. “i just wanted to surprise you, a treat for your win at the race.” you reply back. your voice is barely a whisper, and he seems to notice how shaky you are. you watch intentively as he takes off his hoodie, then his shirt before his hands make their way to his belt which he abruptly pauses at.

“are you sure you wanna do this right now, baby?” he asks. you look up, a confused expression on your face. you nod eagerly, placing your hand between your thighs to sooth your nerves. “you seem really tense,” he laughs quietly, but there’s a hint of worry in his voice. you glance down at your thighs, pressing your lips in a thin line. “why wouldn’t i be? i’m the luckiest girl in the world.” you mutter out. jann smiles, caressing your face with his large hand.

he steps closer to you, his eyes darting over to his pants then back down at you. you blink before realizing he wants you to unbuckle his belt for him. you swallow hard before lifting your shaky hands up to his pants, teasingly taking off his belt, making sure he got a good view of your cleavage above you. you stare at his deep v-line before your fingers trail down to his crotch. you unzip his jeans then lean back on your hands to get a better view of him. he pulls off his jeans then crawls on top of you with a small chuckle. “you’re so perfect,” he mumbles against your neck, causing you to squirm when you feel his hot breath on you.

you giggle at his compliment, kissing his cheek. “tonight—i’m all yours.” you whisper softly as you shyly play with the bow on your dress. “yeah?” he asks while he watches you fidget anxiously. “mhm,” you hum back in reply. even though the two of you had been together for over a year, it still felt like when you first started liking him. jann’s lips instantly return to yours, dipping his hand under the open slit in the middle of the dress. his thumb slowly brushes against your waist, making you twitch under his touch. he laughs at your reaction, continuing to tickle his fingertips down your soft stomach. his hand took up your whole torso, so it was easy for him to toss you around. he knew how you felt about his size, he knew you were weak whenever he’d use it to his advantage. you gasped as he hooked his fingers around the thin band of your panties, pulling them down to your ankles.

“so pretty,” he whispers under his breath as his eyes trail down to your exposed cunt. you whine quietly from embarrassment, grabbing the duvet under you and covering your face with it. jann laughs, grabbing the blanket and pulling it away from you. “stop that, i wanna see your beautiful face.” he leans down to kiss you, smiling between each gentle kiss. “jann,” you whimper when you feel his erection rutting up against your pussy. he groans, peppering kisses down your chest and neck. “fuck, i missed you so much, princess.” he finally pulls off his boxers, revealing his hardened dick to you. “i missed you too,” your breathing hitches as you prepare yourself for the stretch—but he suddenly wraps his arms around you instead, swiftly switching positions so you were straddling his lap.

you yelp as slides his hands back down your hips, lifting you slightly so his thigh was between your legs. you choke back a moan when you feel your swollen clit against his skin. “show me how much you missed me,” he rasps deeply as he pulls your dress strap off your shoulder, careful to not rip up the dainty fabric. he takes your breast in his hand before he starts massaging the sensitive bud, groaning in satisfaction when you slowly grind on his thigh. the sounds of your labored breathing and the wetness of your dripping cunt fills the room in echos.

you feel yourself getting hot from embarrassment, you couldn’t believe you were already so wet from this. even just the sight of jann made your legs tremble. “so good, baby—so good.” he choked out as his hand slowly pumps up and down his long cock, his thick tip leaking with precum that you so desperately needed right now. you rest your hands on his upper thigh, rocking your hips faster against him. each movement almost makes you cry out from overstimulation, but you keep going. jann tilts his body down, making you lean back as his tongue runs down the valley between your tits. you throw your head back, moaning louder when you feel the tension in your stomach gradually building up. “i missed you so much, jann. i had so many wet dreams about yo—fuck!” you cry out as he nips at a sensitive part of your neck.

jann traces his mouth down to your boobs, taking your nipple between his lips as he sucks on it, covering his spit all over your chest. he’s gentle and slow, making sure to savor every part of this. he wanted to remember every detail, from the way the ribbon in your hair was bouncing as you were riding his thigh, down to the way your moans would slightly pitch up when you were close. “i can’t stand you being away from me, i hate it when you’re gone.” you whisper lustfully. your words visibly get a rise out of jann, he sighs loudly, knitting his brows together against your chest.

you grind up against him one more time before he suddenly pulls you off back into his lap. you whine out in protest, being that you were almost reaching your climax. jann caresses your jawline with his hand, shushing you softly. “i’ll make you come, baby. be good for me, yea?” he says. you nod, taking in a deep breath. he wraps his hand around the base of his cock, sliding the tip between your folds sensually. he repeats this a couple of times to coat your wetness on him before he slowly sinks himself inside of you. the two of you moan loudly, synchronizing as you start adjusting yourself on his dick. he was definitely above average, you would never get used to that familiar stretch between your legs.

“my perfect girl,” he sighs out as he slowly starts thrusting upwards into your pussy. even though you were sitting on top of him, you still felt so small compared to his huge frame, his strong arms wrapping around your waist to pull you into a warm embrace. “i need you so bad, baby” you whimper loudly, hugging his head close to your chest. jann groans in your ear. the walls of your cunt was swallowing him whole, feeling it flutter around his dick when his tip would graze over your g-spot. “oh fuck, i have to bring you with me to my next races—i can’t be away from you ever again.” your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head from his words. you slowly begin to speed up, resting the palms of your hands behind you to help you support yourself while riding him.

jann pulls away from the hug, arms still around your torso. his large hands shift over to hold your waist, lifting your hips up and down as you slow your pace. he was so big. his dick was girthy and long, and he knew exactly how to use it. the sensation of jann’s cock sliding in and out of you rapidly was almost too much for you. you try to slow your hips, but jann is quick to pick you back up on his dick. you cry out loudly when his tip reaches deep inside of you, causing you to squeeze tightly around him.

the sound of your skin slapping against each other with the wet sound of your slick made a lewd squelching sound, but it only turned you on more. you slowly gaze up at jann’s face, looking up at him with teary eyes. you can see the thin blanket of sweat dripping down from his forehead to his neck—his loose curls slightly damp. he looked so pretty like this. “you’re so handsome, baby.” jann nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck in response, hiding his smile.

your vision was getting blurred with each stretching bounce. jann notices how you were progressively getting tired, so he runs his hand up your back—pounding into your cunt slowly but hard enough to make you cry out from the stir of pleasure and slight pain. you tilt your head up, pulling him into a soft, long kiss. jann whimpers loudly in your mouth, his tongue swirling against yours. the kiss starts to get messy, your spit mixing together as he continues to thrust you up and down in his lap. “c’mon baby, c’mon—ride me, i know you can do it, princess.” his breathing is shaky, lips slightly glossed from your saliva.

you thought you were in heaven as jann held you tightly, moaning and chanting his name with short breaths. you were almost pushed over the edge when you felt his long fingers brush past your swollen clit. jann lets out an airy chuckle as he places his thumb on your clit, rubbing in slow circular motions. your hips immediately jut up while shaking in pleasure. “shit, jann—i’m close.” you whine out as you feel his dick twitching inside of you. “come for me doll, i want you to come all over my dick, please.” jann cooed, pulling softly on your hair so he was making direct eye contact with you. he wanted to see your pretty little face when you would squirt on him. he snaps his hips against yours as you pick up your pace again, a desperate attempt to reach your sweet climax you longed for.

you roll your hips one last time before you’re instantly being undone from his touch, crying out from the coiling pleasure in your pussy. in that same moment, jann let’s out an animalistic growl in your neck, shooting ropes of his milky cum inside of your pussy. “oh fuck!” he moans. you convulse around his thick girth, your orgasm running down his dick to his balls. you groan silently when jann holds you up with an arm and pulls out with a wet pop. it takes you a minute to adjust back in his lap, leaning your head on his shoulder. you close your eyes, sighing in relief while he tangles his arms around your waist.

when you open your eyes, you see jann staring down at you passionately. his eyes are low and heavy, indicating he was slightly worn out—but he had a soft sheepish grin plastered on his face. “i’ve been dreaming about this for weeks.” he says playfully. you giggle, lazily kissing him on the cheek.

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[thecapricunt1616]

Promptober Day 10👻

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 (𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭): “I said I don’t fucking care- just pick something! God” Carmy huffs, going back to scribbling down ideas for the weeks upcoming menu. It was already Sunday evening, and he was overwhelmed and stressed about having to come up with the weekly menu all on his own since Syd was out sick with the flu. 

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hellooooo! Welcome to day 10/31 of Promptober! We are 1/3 of the way through, can you believe it! Thank you so much for all of the love you've all been giving me in regards to both prompt&kinktober! As always,  you can view my schedule & masterlist for this celebration right 🦇here🦇! You can also view the same for my 2024 Kinktober celebration right 🎃here🎃! & If you'd like to be added to the taglist for either celebration, comment on the according masterlist & I will add you! 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k+ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Smut, Face-sitting, No use of y/n, Pet names, sassy Carmy, kinda breath play?, Handcuffs 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬: @/𝘀𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗸𝗮-𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗰𝘀 & @/𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗰𝘀

“I said I don’t fucking care- just pick something! God” Carmy huffs, going back to scribbling down ideas for the weeks upcoming menu. It was already Sunday evening, and he was overwhelmed and stressed about having to come up with the weekly menu all on his own since Syd was out sick with the flu. 

It was rare that he got snappy with you, and knew that when he did it was because he was at his wits end. 

You had been going back and forth over what he should make the two of you for dinner, and you were being indecisive per usual. During times like these, he would usually have you pick from a list of 3 things he could come up with knowing the ingredients you two had in the house, but he didn’t want to have to think- he just wanted you to pick something. 

“Alright, well the first thing I want is my head back” you said in a challenging tone, watching him carefully at the way he reacted. Instead of spitting something back, he just dramatically rolled his big blue eyes without even looking up or acknowledging what you said. You scoffed a bit, putting a hand on your hip “excuse me? Hello?” You said in a firm tone and he finally lifts his head to meet your gaze. 

“I dunno what you’re talking about” he said monotone before looking back at his list and you tilt your head a bit at his bold neglect to take acknowledgment over his bratty behavior.  

“No- no. This is done, you’re done right now. Go lay down I’ll be in there in a second” you said and he shook his head, getting up and going to the bedroom, muttering something to himself about not being fair which just made you smirk. 

You went to your second bedroom which really just doubled as a closet for you, putting on a sheer pink babydoll lingerie dress, and grabbing the pink fuzzy handcuffs from your handcuff drawer. You sauntered back in, turning the fairy lights on for a dimmer ambiance and he sat up on his elbows when he saw you, interest perked when he saw your bare peaked breasts through the fabric. 

His reaction caused you to smirk, spinning the fluffy cuffs around your finger for good measure. “Strip down to your boxers. You need an attitude adjustment” you ordered, and before you could finish he was on his feet, kicking off his jeans and pulling off his fitted white T shirt before laying down for you on his back. 

You took his wrist, cuffing it to the bar of your metal frame, being sure it wasn’t so tight it was uncomfortable. “I’m gonna put that mouth to better use then sassing. You’re not allowed to touch yourself” you knelt above him and he eagerly nods looking up at you with a wanton gaze, cheeks pink all the way to the tips of his ears.”Use your words” you ordered 

“Yes Ma’am” he muttered and you fluffed your nightgown out as you got settled over his face, using his strong large nose to get yourself off at first and sighing in pleasure. He flattened his tongue over your hole, humming softly as he sucks on your folds, using his free hand to grip the fat of your ass.

“I think you’ve been working too much, Bear. You need to clear your head. You remember what to do if it gets too much, right?” You confirmed and he hummed, tapping on your flesh 2 times in succession and you hum. “Good bear” you grind your hips into his face and moan in tandem as he burried his nose and mouth into your flesh. Your eyes fluttered shut in bliss as you use his nose bridge to massage your clit and he rubs and squeezes at your hip as he ate you like a man starved. 

“Fuck- you’re so fucking good at that, babe” you brushed his curls off his forehead,looking down at him through the mesh of your nightgown to see his eyes were closed in bliss, brows knit together in focus as he lapped and slurped at your juices. “So pretty” you purr, grinding your face down further nearly cutting off his air, but he had talked to you about it before, it was his favorite form of breath play. 

“It’s so fucking hot you get so turned on when I suffocate you with my pussy like this- shit” you moaned out, head draping back and your long tendrils brushing his navel which caused him to shiver a bit. You giggled at the action, lifting your hips a bit to let him breathe and he panted softly, his face red and hot from both excitement and lack of breathing 

“You can go longer, I’ll tap you cmon” he said desperately, taking a big breath and you giggled as you sat down, grinding your hips in circles over his mouth and nose, a giggle quickly turning into a breathy moan as your jaw falls slack at the pleasure it brought. You bring a hand up to your breast, playing with your peaked nipple through the thin, mesh fabric of your nightgown, looking down at him with a minx like smirk.

“You’re a fucking freak- I love it” you put your hand on the headboard for support, finding his hand and holding it as you ride his face faster, moaning hotly as his nose brushes over your clit and he thrusts his tongue in and out of your pussy, pushing it up against your front wall and slurping down all that he could.

“Holy fucking shit- Yes- Carm oh my god- I’m gonna fucking cum” you whine, grinding down on him harder and he moaned into you, the vibrations pushing you closer to the edge. “Fuck - fuck carmy- D’you need me to get up?” you shifted your hips and he quickly grabs your hip with his free hand, pulling you back into place and moving his tongue faster. 

“Oh- oh- cumming” you squeak, feeling that hot pleasure filled wave flood your core, your abdomen clenching and core muscles spasming around his tongue. He sucked and slurped down what you gushed around him, nuzzling his nose back and forth over your clit in a way that had your eyes rolling back and lids fluttering shut involuntarily. He continued to eat you out like he never had before, Holding you there until you had fully ridden out your high and moaning into you like he was the one getting head. You could barely scream, or moan- you could just pant and gasp and shiver.

When he finally tapped you you were essentially brainless, looking down at him after you pulled off. His face was nearly purple but he had a lovesick smile on his face, nearly giggling. 

“Can we go again after I catch my breath?” 

Fin

Tag List: @carmenberzattosgf - @daysofyellowroses - @mouseymilkovich - @gallaghersgal - @carmybrainworms - @l4long-winded - @babyspiderling - @southsideserendipity - @djlnkaled

[mamisfavmosher]

taunting call (part 2) // poly!judgment day x fem!reader

SMUT - MINORS DNI

warnings: mommy k!nk, daddy k!nk, suggestive language, oral, penetration, praise k!nk, slight degradation??, pure filth

summary: rhea, finn, and dom get back to the hotel in a hurry so that they can "appreciate" their girl in her tiny lil bikini (although she ends up appreciating them, more so)

After Rhea hung up the facetime call with Damian, she had filled Finn and Dom in on what she had just witnessed and ushered them into their rental car. Finn made quick work of speeding through traffic to get to the hotel. Once they were parked, the three of them filed out of the car, leaving suitcases and belongings behind in order to get to the pool area.

"Are they almost here?" I asked Damian who was lazily running his fingertips along my spine while I lay on his chest, his free hand scrolling through his phone.

"Should be here any minute, baby." He responded and left a lingering peck on my forehead.

"Priest! Leave some for the rest of us!" Damian and I turned our heads at the sudden shout and immediately spotted the three wrestlers quickly walking over. "We got here as quick as we could, but the traffic was absolutely horrible-" Dom stopped himself mid-sentence as his eyes took in my attire. "Woah."

"Hi, guys!" I got off the cabana bed and reached out to give them all individual hugs, relishing in the way their hands roamed my body. "Are you gonna come swim with us?"

"We're going up to the hotel room and you're coming with us." Rhea said in all seriousness. Her hands grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to her.

"Hi, Mami." I whispered and looked up at her through my lashes.

"Hey, baby." She replied in a soft tone and sweetly kissed my lips. Finn and Dom moved to sit beside Damian while Mami showed me her affection.

"Give us a spin, lass. You look beautiful." Finn complimented. I giggled and let Rhea take my hand to spin me around. "Absolutely breathtaking." The boys let out whistles and compliments as Rhea spun me.

"Alright, let's head up to the room. Dom's about to burst out of his pants." Damian laughed out before Dom silenced him with a harsh elbow to the ribs. The rest of us chuckled and Finn helped wrap a towel around my body.

We swiftly made our way back to the hotel room and as soon as the door was closed and locked, Dom yanked the towel off of me and pulled me into a deep kiss. His hands roamed my waist and hips while occasionally reaching down to squeeze my butt. I soon felt Rhea's hands join the mix.

Her fingers were toying with the strings of my bikini bottoms, gently pulling them up my hips to expose more of my butt. I let out a soft moan as her warm palms slid under the fabric, gently squeezing my skin.

"Lay on the bed, baby." Damian said while pulling me away from Rhea and Dom, gently tossing me onto the bed so I was laying on my back. He sat on the bed behind me so that he was leaning against the headboard, pulling me close to lean back on his chest. Rhea laid on one side of me while Finn and Dom sat near the end of the bed.

Mami kissed me deeply before swiping her tongue on my bottom lip. I quickly granted her access and whimpered at the feeling of her tongue exploring every inch of my mouth.

"Blue raspberry?" Mami asked, humming as her tongue left my mouth. "Your favorite. Daddy must have been treating you so well. Getting you your favorite slushies," She licked a stripe up my neck, her fingers tweaking my nipples through the bathing suit. "Tell me, babydoll. What else did Daddy do for you?" Rhea's tone was low, aiming a smirk up at Damian who was combing his fingers through her hair.

The words in my mind were an incoherent jumble due to the multiple sensations being inflicted on my body. Damian's nails were lightly scratching my scalp, the warmth of his strong chest radiating onto my skin. Finn and Dom were both running there hands up and down my legs, fiddling with the strings on my bikini bottoms and leaving soft kisses on my thighs and hips.

Rhea waited for an answer while yanking my top to the side in the process. She licked her lips before lowering her head to take one of my nipples in her mouth.

"Daddy-" I cut myself off with a moan as Rhea started gently using her teeth on my chest. "Daddy treated me so... so well. He-" The pleasure coming from Rhea's mouth rendered me speechless.

"Go on, baby. Tell Mami just how well I was treating you. Tell her how much of a good girl you've been." He cooed with a smirk. "Let her know how you sat so pretty and let Daddy fuck your face." His thumb slipped past my lips, a sign of him telling me to suck. Rhea grinned at the sight and pecked a few kisses onto my cheek.

"Is that right, baby? You let Daddy use you as much as he wanted? Took it all like the good girl that you are?" Her hand gripped my jaw as she spoke to me and I did my best to nod.

All of our attention turned to Finn as he made a sound of disapproval. "Sounds to me like you just went along with whatever Damian asked of ya..." His hand untied one side of my bottoms. "To make sure you got whatever you wanted." He tutted with a raised eyebrow, silently daring me to prove him wrong. Yanking my bikini bottoms down my legs and throwing them across the room, Finn harshly squeezed my hip to secure my attention.

"Finn's got a point, chica." Dom placed a kiss on my knee before rubbing his hand up and down my thigh. "You've been known to suck our dicks in order to get something you want." He playfully shrugged as I shot a glare at him.

"Well, it always works doesn't it?" I mumbled under my breath, but instantly regretted it as they all looked at me with feigned disappointment. "I didn't mean that, I swear! I just-" An icy gaze from Finn shut me up quickly.

"It's fine. You're just a spoiled little brat who manipulates people to get what she wants. Right?" Rhea cocked her head to the side as she asked this, her words laced with a hint of poison. I frantically shook my head to disagree with her. "No?" Her finger traced down the side of my face. "Then how about you show the boys how much you love sucking their dicks and that you don't get them off just to get something in return." She roughly grabbed my jaw and sat me up, shoving me in the direction of Damian's pants.

My fingers made quick work of unbuttoning his pants and pulling out his cock, nervousness causing my hands to shake. I cautiously looked up at Priest to find him already staring down at me. His thumb found my chin and forcefully opened my mouth while his other hand shoved his cock in. Mami was petting my hair, hums of approval sounding from her throat as she took in the scene.

"You wanna show your appreciation for Finn and Dom Dom, too?" She asked. I was already gagging from the length of Damian's cock, but I managed to nod as best as I could. "Alright, boys, go ahead." Rhea wore a sadistic smile as she gestured for the boys to undress and join in on the action. She swiftly untied my bathing suit top and groped my tits from behind as I bobbed my head up and down.

Damian moved me back so I was laying down and crawled on top of me, his dick right in front of my mouth. I happily parted my lips and let him do the work of moving his hips. Reaching out my hands to Dom and Finn, I grabbed hold of them and started attempting the best hand job I could offer at the moment. Every now and then, I would open my eyes to glance around and see Rhea fiddling with her strap-on, attaching it to her waist.

I was caught off guard by Damian pulling himself out of my mouth, multiple strings of spit linking my tongue to his cock. "How much do you love this cock, baby? Show Daddy some appreciation." He demanded, his hand gently wrapping around my throat.

"I love your cock s-so much, Daddy-" I started, but leaned up to kitten lick the tip instead. Rhea was now in my peripheral view as her hand fisted into my hair and yanked my head back down onto the bed. Damian shoved himself back into my mouth and ruthlessly fucked my face as Rhea caressed my cheeks.

"Yeah? You love Daddy's cock?" She tucked some strands behind my ear, waiting for a response. I let out a muffled sound that resembled a 'yes' as his tip hit the back of my throat, tears beginning to stream down my face. "Then make him come." She left a burning kiss on my cheek and I did my best to suck and move my tongue for Damian, eventually feeling his hips stutter. He filled my mouth with his cum and rolled off of me, watching me expectantly. "He gave you a present. Accept it and say thank you." Rhea's tone was aggressive as she lightly pinched my arm. I swallowed what was in my mouth, a few drops dribbling out of the corner of my mouth that Rhea was quick to lick away. "C'mon, what do you say?"

"Thank you, Daddy." I breathed out, my chest heaving from the previous lack of air. Priest reached out to ruffle my hair and smirked down at me.

"You're welcome, princesa. But I don't believe you've received all of your presents yet." He gestured towards Finn and Dom who eagerly came toward me.

Rhea patted the side of my leg before demanding, "Get on all fours." I did as I was told and waited in anticipation as she filled Finn and Dom in on what they were going to do. She came around the bed to stand in front of me and Dom quickly maneuvered himself to lay underneath me. Finn stayed behind me and almost immediately started rubbing his tip through my arousal.

"Okay, baby. Finn's gonna take you from behind while you're riding Dom Dom. I want you to make them both feel good, okay?" Rhea was starting to take control, Damian now sitting against the bed post and enjoying the show. She shoved two fingers into my mouth at the same time that Dom and Finn both pushed into me. Her fingers muffled my loud moan before she pulled them out and smeared my spit onto my cheek, quickly replacing them with her strap-on. The toy was thrusted into my mouth, Mami holding my head in place so I couldn't move away.

I worked my hips against Finn and Dom to hopefully gain them some pleasure, but they eventually took matters into their own hands, keeping me still and rutting into me at their own paces. Once I had gagged on Mami's cock enough for her liking, she pulled out of my mouth and smiled at me while wiping her thumb across my chin.

"Look at you, babygirl. The little cock slut of the Judgment Day, huh? You drooled all over Mami's cock like a good girl." She smirked and leaned down to give me a bruising kiss, lightly biting at my tongue. I moaned out as Dom and Finn started thrusting into me faster, and I reached out to hold onto Rhea's arms for support. Pounding me into oblivion, the boys were quickly approaching their orgasms, rocking me back and forth. Their thrusts grew sloppy and I felt them both pull out before painting my stomach and butt with their cum.

Rhea instructed me not to move while she circled around to the other side of the bed and scooped some of Finn's cum off of my butt and smeared it through my folds, her thumb starting to quickly circle my clit. "What do you say to Dom Dom and Finn, pretty girl? They just gave you a present." Rhea mentioned, harshly slapping my butt.

"Th-thank you! Thank you, Finn and Dom Dom..." I stammered out as Mami's thumb still worked on my clit.

Finn gently gripped my jaw and gave me a sweet kiss. "Anytime, lass. Now focus on Mami. She's gonna let you come soon." He landed another peck on my cheek before joining Damian near the bed post. Dom stayed underneath me, massaging and kneading my tits. I moaned loudly as Mami stuck two fingers inside of me, quickly thrusting them in and out.

"You gonna come, babydoll? I know you're close." Her fingers moved faster causing me to whimper. I felt the knot building in my stomach and desperately shoved my hips back toward her to get more of her touch, her chuckle sounding from behind me. "Patience, hun. I'll get you there." I whimpered at her words and she curled her fingers inside of me, the knot beginning to unravel. I moaned her praises as she slowed her movements, allowing me to calm down. "Such a good girl, baby. So good for all of us."

"Yeah, we're definitely going to spoil you for this." Dom chuckled from underneath me and I laid down to rest on his chest, cuddling my face into his neck. I felt Mami petting my hair, moving to lay beside us.

"Give Mami some cuddles, too, babe." She laughed and pulled me from Dom onto her chest. I eagerly snuggled into her as well before softly mumbling a, "Thanks for the orgasm, Mami." I felt her chest shake as she giggled. "No problem, bub." She kissed the top of my head and tightened her arms around me in a protective hug.

The four of them spent the rest of the day surrounding me in the hotel room. They were constantly checking on me to make sure I felt okay after their slightly rough session with me. I reassured them every time and they came up with multiple ideas on how to spoil me for the next few days.

[terracottapie25]

Pairing(s):bucky Barnes x f reader

Summary:you and bucky were together for two years now and on your anniversary you decided to tell him you're pregnant.

Warning(s):fluff,some strong language.

You were in your friends bathroom staring at the positive pregnancy test in your hands in shock . Your period was late for almost a week and you felt odd the last couple days so when your friend suggested you take a test it kinda made sense . The only hard thing now was telling bucky the news now. You didn't exactly know what his reaction will be to the news but you hoped he would be happy about it,but deciding to tell him on your Two year anniversary when he returns back from his mission.

"time skip to anniversary"

Bucky was supposed to be back by six so you went shopping made him a little basket that had the positive test and a onesie saying exited to meet you daddy on top of a lot of other stuff. Then you made his favorite dishes for diner and decorated the house all romantically so he'll just think you did this for y'alls anniversary.

You were currently finishing getting ready putting on a black dress that shows of your curves and he absolutely loves on you ,when you heard his car pull up in the drive way so you ran down stairs and waited for him by the door . Almost knocking him over when he opened the door by jumping in his arms giving him a passionate kiss as a welcome home. he held you in his arms with out hesitation only puting you down so he could get rid of his shoes and coat.

Then you grabbed his hand and pulled him to the kitchen ,and turning around to find him awe struck at the sight of the dinner and candles plus only now realizing what dress you're wearing and giving you another kiss almost as a thank you .

"happy anniversary buck"you mumble against his lips ,once you broke apart he said"happy anniversary babydoll"and then you ushered him to the table saying"let's eat before it gets cold" and he just laughed but complied.

After you ate and put the dishes away you told him to sit in the living room that you have on e more surprise for him."doll you didn't have to get me anything"he tried to argue against you once you came back with the basket and told him to close his eyes. You placed the basket in his lap ,took a step back and told him to open his eyes.

And the moment he did his eyes got wide and he gasped you got teary thinking he didn't want it but then he saw you look down with tears in your eyes figeting with the hem of your (his) shirt.

Immediately he stood up hugging you saying"doll don't cry ,I'm sorry I didn't want to upset you " followed by a whisper"are you for real" and when he feels you lightly nod against his chest he picks you up and spins you around whilst shouting "I'm gonna be a dad"and making you laugh.

He didn't let you out of his arms after that night ,not allowing you to do anything he thought was to "hard" for a pregnant woman,you didn't complain you actually liked this side of bucky and it made you even more excited to see him with your little bean when they're born.

(I'm sorry if it's bad or if there's any grammar mistakes English is not my first language)

[alcinaslittlemaid]

🎈𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕?🎈

Pennywise 17x Papawise 90! XFem!?Reader

HUGE TW⚠️

I’m depressed again so y’all know what that means?

Comfort and kisses!+Fluff! from the 7ft clown 🥲🎀🎈

Tw: Self harm mention, thoughts of Sewerslide, shitty mental health, medication mention, mental breakdowns, attempts of overdose! Emetephobia!!

The fluff begins in the second ———

Grab a cuppa tea or coffee and Enjoy! 🍷

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You curled up against the large plushies propped up against the wall of your bed, your whole body shaking, your eyes stung from constant tears that streamed down your soft cheeks. Your medication had not worked, causing you to stay up later than usual after pennywise tucked you into bed, before going on a hunt.

You cautiously got up, your mind blank, almost as if you were in a thoughtless trance, you began to make your way to the bathroom. Dried tear tracks coating your face, your pressed a sharp, metal blade into your arm deep, fresh tears dripped down your face, blood gushing out of your arm as you picked up a bottle of pills from the cabinet and began taking them all at once. Stood there staring into the mirror, the room began to spin violently, your throat filling with vomit and your motions becoming mindless and slurred, you became dizzy and suddenly everything went black as you numbly felt your body smack into the floor. ————————

You felt your body be lifted from the cold, hard bathroom floor, spit trailing from your lips causing a long line of drool behind your body.

“Is she alright?” A gruff voice echoed out in your unconscious state “she will be…” a raspy voice answered back as the sound of water sloshing filled your ears in an echoey way “what in the georgies dismembered arm happens to her arms?” The gruff voice sounded concerned “Long story, I’ll tell you don’t worry” the raspy voice replied. Suddenly, your lips were pressed against another pair, air filling your lungs “Come on Y/n” one of the voices puffed “

You sat bolt right up coughing and spluttering “fuck-“, you choked, vomit filling your throat as you puked into the murky water “Aughhhhh- Ayghhhh” you panted “Cough it up doll, it might be a gold watch” papa chuckled, happy that your alive “Now come here” you were suddenly dragged into a bear hug by pennywise, his soft, silk suit rubbing against you “Oh little lamb~ you scared me half to death, I thought you were a goner” You swear you could hear his voice breaking, his heart was racing in his chest

“Come here darlin” papa said pulling you into his arms, holding a fresh cup of water “here clear out your immune system a little” you nodded and almost downed the water immediately “Woah, Woah Woah doll face, slow down you’ll give yourself hiccups” he chuckled again before laying you down in penny’s nest pulling the blankets over you, penny dragging an anti bacterial wipe over your gushing arms “ARGH SHITT!” You snarled in agonising pain, papa smacked your head with a newspaper he was reading “language babydoll” he growled as he kneeled down by your arm, wrapping it in bandages and pinning them up “Shhhh it’s okay pet, shhh”

Finally, either clowns crawled in on either side of you snuggling into you with they’re arms snaking around as you all fall asleep, protected, snug and safe.

Penny’s hand snakes into your hair, drawing little circles on your scalp “Mine precious dolly” he purred drooling slightly on your chest❤️

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I’m sorry for this sob story but again my mental health has declined rapidly so it’s a bit personal 😅

I’ll try not to post as much upsetting stuff

Love you all ❤️❤️

[biwritesfics]

Peaches & Patience

18+ Minors be gone ❤️

Jasper Hale x Fem! Reader

WARNINGS: Smut, patronization (in a hot way, at least for me), pushing but not breaking of boundaries.

I wake up blinking sleep from my eyes. I freeze my body, a cold heavy weight against my back. I relax as quickly as I panicked. I grin and roll over. “You stayed! I said you didn’t have to,” I greet the tall blonde who is taking up about 85% of my full size bed. “I said I wasn’t leaving you darlin,” His southern drawl is thick. God! He was a sleepless ageless vampire he should not have a morning voice let alone one that hot. “Still it’s nice of you.” I’m blushing heavily.

He chuckles deeply, pulling me into a gentle kiss. “I’m taking you somewhere, how fast can you be ready?” For him? Five seconds flat. “Hmm, thirty minutes if it’s casual and only if you stop me from switching outfits twice,” I tell him as we both know my indecisive nature. “Sounds like a deal sugar, your showers’ already running.” God he was perfect. “Thank you!” I give him a peck on the cheek before running off to take one of the most rushed showers known to man. I shave so quickly it’s a miracle I don’t skin myself.

I exit the steaming hot bathroom with my hair fixed, wrapped in a towel. Jasper had seen me looking much worse but I refused to walk out looking like a drowned rat. Strong stone cold arms wrap around my waist as I stand in front of my closet contemplating my outfit. He peppers kisses along my jawline before whispering oh so sweetly in my ear “You’re at the 45-minute mark, much longer and I'm dragging you out naked.” That's not the worst thing I can think of. “You pick then” I motion to the closet.

He picked very well, the green sundress fits perfectly. I climb in the car and Jasper hands me a warm butter croissant. I had learned not to question the magical vampire speed so I just accept the croissant happily. “Are you just not telling me where you’re taking me?” I question him between bites of buttery goodness. “You’ve got the right idea Darlin, don't worry your pretty little head about it.” He squeezes my thigh posessively to punctuate the sentence. To outsiders, it sounded patronizing but to me it was sweet. He was giving me the option to relax instead of overthink what was to come. Overthinking being something that I did often.

The scenery is picturesque as we drive out of forks usual rain into sunshine and fields. We approach rows and rows of trees. Jasper pulls off the road parking. I look at him quizzically. “You’ll see in a minute Sugar, you’ve just got to be patient.He reassures me, stepping out of the truck before walking to open my door and setting me down outside. He lifts me like I'm weightless. We walk hand in hand approaching the trees until I stop in my tracks gasping happily.

“Peaches!” I grin excitedly. “Took you long enough little one,” Jasper chuckles. “Jas peaches do not grow in Washington how-?” He grins “I knew a guy who knew a guy and here we are.” This beautiful gorgeous man had searched for Lord knows how long to find an orchard of my fruit. Most likely the only peach orchard in Washington. I tear up a bit and throw my arms around him. “Thanks, Jaz that's so sweet” He squeezes me tightly. “Anything for you babydoll”

I let go of his embrace and spin around in circles giggling madly. Jas produces baskets from the truck and carries me on his shoulders so I actually have a chance of reaching the fruit. I savor every moment. Each fuzzy peach smells more sweet and delicious than the last. He sets me down in the sun-speckled field. “Are you gonna try one?” I sort through the basket pulling out the ripest one. I sink my teeth into the sweet fruit the delicious flavor exploding on my tongue.

I groan happily as the sweet sticky juice dribbles down my chin onto my neck and chest. Jasper looks at me with an intensity that makes me blush. “Such a sweet messy lil thing” Those words do things to me I am not prepared for. He pulls me into a deep hungry kiss, his tongue demanding and receiving entrance to my mouth. I whimper softly as he takes the time to taste every inch of my mouth. He has me in his arms, my legs straddling his waist faster than I can process.

He presses my back against the bark of a tree but I hardly feel it as he claims my mouth. I can hardly breathe when he pulls away. He places soft yet hungry kisses along my neck that makes my sensitive skin sing with pleasure. I'm a goner, I feel my panties growing wet as he nibbles and sucks at my pulse point. “Jas,” I moan softly. “Good Girl, make those pretty noises for me darlin.” I'm a damned puddle; absolutely melted in more ways than one.

I gasp out loud as Jasper licks a bold stripe down my chest. He pushes the straps of my dress down slowly, leaving room for me to protest. I don't and he trails hickeys down my chest. I grip his hair tightly. “Jas! I-” “Shh Darlin I know, I can smell how wet you are, can almost taste ya, sweetheart.” He grins against my chest no doubt able to tell that turned me on even more. I mewl his name when his mouth wraps around my nipple teasing the sensitive spot suckling and swirling his tongue deliciously.

Jasper pays the other nipple the same attention sliding my dress the rest of the way down, leaving me in just my wet panties. He looks at me, his eyes dark and blown with lust. “So pretty, so sweet.” he purrs, kissing down my stomach. I’m squirming and panting with need. “Jas please!,” I beg. “Patience pretty girl soon you’ll be begging me to stop.” I shudder at the intention behind his words. He pulls down my panties revealing my glistening and swollen pussy. He lips a bold stripe down the length of my slit making me moan out loud. “Tastes so good babydoll,” He groans into my folds

I moan and whine as Jasper traces every inch of my cunt with his tongue before delving it inside me. “Oh-!” I cry out. He grips my thighs tightly pulling me closer working me up with every motion knotting my pleasure tighter and tighter. He traces his tongue around my clit and I shake violently. “Jas m’so close!” He grins against me and sucks my clit into his mouth, making me fall apart. I cum feeling like molten hot pleasure as he laps me up like the sweetest nectar.

“I try and squirm away as I grow more and more sensitive but he pulls me tight. “Not so fast Sugar we’re not done yet.” He growls, stretching me with his fingers,rubbing against my g-spot harshly. I moan and clench around his fingers feeling the pleasure spark and pulse throughout me. He presses his hand down, compressing my abdomen, making everything feel that much more intense. I wail as I feel something inside me snap and I squirt all over his hands. I gasp violently trying to catch my breath. Jasper leans over me grinning. “See pretty girl you just had to be patient.”

[venjras]

MIND GAMES - SUKUNA.

same as the one before only for sukuna this time. enjoy. nsfw : slightly exhibitionism, dirty talk, fingering, dry humping, use of pet names, mention of alcool.

you felt on top of the world tonight, you could feel the electricity running through your entire body. heading to the bar where your boyfriend was waiting for you with his friends, since you were early for your date with your bestie you had decided to stop by for a quick hi. after all, it had been a while since you had last seen the boys.

you would have recognized your boyfriend's pink hair from miles away, sitting with one arm resting on the couch, shirt unbuttoned and a bold smirk as he talked to the others. it still seemed unreal that he was your boyfriend. sigh, entering his vision and immediately gaining his full attention. his gaze was quite literally setting you on fire, making it really difficult for you to walk properly towards them. “oh, oh, look who's back.” it was gojo’s voice greeting you, bringing you back to the real world. in the meantime sukuna had stood up, immediately putting an arm around your waist and stealing a small kiss from you.

“hello, my love.” his deep tone ran straight down your spine, creating a flock of butterflies in your stomach that made it hard to breathe. trying not to show it, settling next to him, taking off your jacket and leaving it abandoned next to your body, leaving your fit completely expose.

a flowing mini skirt that reached just above your mid thigh, a black shirt tucked into it, extremely tight, mid-knee boots and as a final touch hanging from your neck was the necklace he had given you for your anniversary. shiny. “didn't think you'd miss me that much, don't worry it won't happen again.” you said sarcastically, greeting megumi, yuji and suguru sitting around the rest of the table. they all adored you and it was a mutual feeling, right from the start you had found a really good connection and after all they had turned out to be such precious friends for him so it couldn't have been otherwise.

speaking of the devil, he hadn't taken his eyes off you for not even a second. his arm was stretched out behind you, his hand caressing the back of your neck. he always needed some form of physical contact, even small and this thing had always driven you crazy. it made you weak, slowing down any logic and rational thought. putting you under a spell. you were all lost in talking, chatting about the news and joking animatedly. after half an hour you glimpsed your friend and stood up to hug her immediately. the skirt had risen up a bit, giving a dizzying view to the pink-haired man who couldn't help but lick his lips. just enough to tease him a little. tonight you felt inspired, you wanted to provoke him and maybe end up bent over in the back of his car. obviously the view was simply reserved for him, behind you all was the wall and it was something calculated to perfection. putting on your coat, bending a little to greet him with a kiss and finding his hand on the back of your thigh, caressing the naked skin with his fingertips. “i'll take you home, hmm? have fun, babydoll.” and so he let you go, your head spinning and your friend's words sounding all jumbled together.

the hours passed quickly, between one drink and another, not enough to make you drunk but enough to make you feel lightheaded. however, the feeling in the pit of your stomach had not abandoned you, in fact it had only increased. now you were in the car with him, in the passenger seat, you two were driving your friend home. and once you were alone, silence had fallen, but it was a silence full of desire, as if there was no need to speak to know what was going to happen soon. very soon. “baby.” you turned your head towards him, reaching out to caress his hair. “i really, really need you ‘kuna.” the words had come out fluidly before you could even think about them, your voice full of need, of desire. taking his hand, already resting on your thigh, bringing it even higher until it collided with the edge of your panties.

the car suddenly stopped, luckily you were on a not very busy street and almost immersed in nothing but pitch black so it was rare for other cars to pass by. in no time you were on top of him, his mouth attached to yours, drinking you up desperately. hands squeezing your ass, pushing you down on his clothed erection, making you feel how much the whole situation was anything but indifferent to him. moaning against his lips. starting to move your hips against his cock, panting as you felt how hard he was. “need you so bad.” your voice was needy, pulling away from him just so you could look at him with pleading eyes, thinking that you could easily come just by seeing him with labored breathing and messy hair, totally fucked.

now he had you turned, back against his chest and the car visor lowered so you could see yourself in the small mirror. legs spread, blushing violently at the thought of being completely exposed to his merce. “you wanted to play, then let's play.” he said huskily in your ear, making you want to clench your thighs together in search of some relief but being stopped by his hands that kept them well spread. “sukuna.” your voice was begging him, lifting your hips slightly as one of your hands went back, squeezing his dark locks, not thinking you could resist any longer. you needed him to touch you right now. “what a messy girl.” he quipped at the way your thighs seemed to spread wider at those word, your impatience made him feel lightheaded. his fingers stroking softly along your wet folds through the panties' fabric. his breathing fanned along your neck and his lips curled when you shuddered into him, drinking in the twitch of your thighs and the muffled whimper slipped from your lips when he collected your slick, trailing it up to ease the first roll of your clit.

he watched your hips twist under his touch, making him press down on the sensitive bud harder before he's finding a pace and rubbing at you with two fingers. your hands grabbing at his forearm with every sinful circle of his fingers against your cunt, whimpering needily against his body and it's almost like you re begging him not to stop, and that only drives him to press into you even harder, more eagerly as he get lost in the way your lips part to moan when he finally sinks his fingers into your pussy. penties finally pulled to the side.

“so fucking wet, my pussy it's always so ready f' me.” he groaned, his tone wavering with the weight of his arousal. he took a handful of your breast through your shirt, grinning when he realised you ve decided to go out without a bra tonight, rolling and twisting at the sensitive peak as you whimpered. “such a dirty girl.” sukuna’s words were heavy, only making the slick between your legs intensify, making it easier for him to sink his fingers into your tight walls, pressing them against the swollen, sensitive spots inside of you with every practiced twist of his wrist. your clit was getting puffier, more swollen with each graze of his palm against it and he couldn't help but pull out of your cunt to rub your slick around it. so so sensitive to his touch.

“ s — sukuna.. ” you gasped, trying desperately to muffle your moans when you looked over to cast him a starry-eyed look, one that lured him in for a kiss that made the whole car spin as his other hand rolled your sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger. drinking in your next languid moan of his name, licking into your mouth with such an intensity that made you gasp.

“that's my girl, fuck — ” your thighs trembled around him, breaking apart from the kiss wetly to let your head fall back against his shoulder. he kept up his movements, sinking his fingers into your clenching walls with every few swipes just so he could feel the way you were soon going to be squeezing around his length. letting you ride out your orgasm as you grabbed at him and your hips twisted and jolted with every rub of his fingers as they pulled back to roll your clit, prolonging your blissful state until you were pushing him away with a whimper and breathless pant. but he was breathing heavy from where his chin was pressed into your shoulder, grazing his lips along your jawline when he tapped on your clit. chuckling at the way the tiny aftershocks made you jolt before he gently tapped on your thigh.

you just could never win with him, you would always end up at his feet in the end. not only metaphorically.

©️ venjras.

[bloatedandalone04]

If You Feel It

➪the one where you’re the only person tyler wants to celebrate with after a successful chase.

Warnings: tyler is a star okay, smut, swearing, unprotected sex, pda, hair pulling, all that fun stuff, oral (f receiving), overstimulation (only a lil bit), this is honestly filthy, probably the dirtiest thing i have written yet

Word Count: 3.8k

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Tyler just finished streaming a storm chase with Lilly and Boone, and of course they were successful.

Their fanbase were cheering them on as Tyler got out of his beloved and iconic truck, his eyes drifting through the crowd as he tried to locate you among the fans. He adored them, but you were his girl, and there’s no one else he wants to celebrate with except for you.

He tipped his sunglasses down, his eyes still sorting through the crowd for you as he signed autographs and gave high fives, a few people shoving their shirts into his face for him to sign as well.

Lilly and Boone opened a bottle of champagne behind him, getting his clothes wet as he grinned, still trying to find you.

Tyler’s clothes were even more soaked as he finally located you, and he gently but firmly pushed his way through the crowd to get to you. He was a bit sweaty, but you didn’t seem to mind as he picked you up and spun you around, his hat falling off his head in the process. 

Your loud laugh was music to his ears as he stopped spinning you but kept you in his arms. “Did you see that, baby?” He asked with his hair in his face and his sunglasses halfway down his nose. 

“Of course I did,” you laughed again, your feet not touching the ground as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “You were amazing, babe. Like always.”

Tyler grinned at you before leaning in and kissing you in front of everyone. “I think we should celebrate,” he mumbled against your lips. His hands squeezed your back before he set you down, keeping his body close to yours as he leaned in. “What do you say?”

“With your friends?” You teasingly ask, threading your fingers through the sweaty hair on the back of his neck. 

He shook his head and leaned down to press his lips to the side of your neck. “Nah, not with them,” he murmured, “I want it to be just us.”

You didn’t get to say anything before he picked you up again, guiding your legs around his waist as he turned and made his way through the crowd and back to his truck. He leaned back against the hood, keeping your body against his as he leaned up to brush his lips against the shell of your ear, 

“I think I’ve waited long enough to give you a proper greetin’, babydoll,” he whispered and you bit down on your lip.

You hum, both of you ignoring the many people around as you get lost in your own little world. You couldn’t even bring yourself to care about the harsh glares you were receiving from a bunch of girls who wanted to fuck your boyfriend. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you press yourself closer to him, burying your face against his neck. 

Tyler grinned, still a bit high on adrenaline as he slid his hands further down your back. “You’re clingier than normal, dollface,”

A quiet scoff leaves your lips as you pull back a bit. “Is that a bad thing? I just wanna be close to my man,”

He smirked down at you, shaking his head. “No, no, it’s not a bad thing at all. I love when you get all touchy, it’s cute as hell,” he said, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead as he made eye contact with Boone from across the lot. His friend shook his head, a teasing smile on his face as he went back to talking with Lilly.

“Tyler,” you groaned quietly, pulling his attention back to you. “You’re making me all flustered.”

He laughed at your words, holding you tighter as the crowd continued to get bigger and bigger. “Y’know, there’s a perfectly good backseat in my truck behind us,” he suggested and you bit your lip. “I need you all to myself right now, baby. You and me with no one interruptin’ us.”

A blush coated your cheeks as you looked away from him and at the group of people who wanted their turn with your boyfriend of six years. 

But he wanted you. “What do you say, dollface?” He asked as he leaned in to kiss the side of your neck. “You wanna be all mine for the rest of the night?”

You turned back to him with a grin. “Always,” you answer, stroking the sides of his neck with your fingers. “But I’m all yours every night. Don’t forget it.”

Tyler’s smirk turned into a proud grin as he effortlessly bounced you in his arms before pushing off the hood and walking around to the passenger side door of his truck. “Get in, baby,” he softly demanded as he set you down and opened the door for you. An excited laugh escaped your lips as you held onto his hand and the frame of the door before hopping in the truck. Tyler rounded the front of it and got into the driver’s seat, his eyes dark as he looked over at you. “Feel like goin’ for a drive?”

You grinned over at him, “Take me away, Ty,”

It was already dusk when the storm ended, and it was even darker when Tyler pulled into the lot earlier, so as he backed out and left his watchers and friends behind to celebrate, it was pitch black as he drove down the dirt road. “I know a good spot,” he said, reaching over to place his hand on your thigh. You smiled over at him, excitement and lust written all over your face. 

The adrenaline from the tornado, the rush from seeing all his ‘fans’, and his undying need for you was making his head feel clouded, his grip tight on the wheel as he drove for another ten minutes. He pulled into an area surrounded by forest, parking the truck a few feet from the road before turning to you.

Tyler was silent for a few seconds, his eyes trailing over your body as you leaned back against the seat. “It’s just you and me, baby,”

You grin, taking your seatbelt off. “You and me,”

Tyler’s eyes were dark as his fingers fumbled to take his own seatbelt off. “Why don’t you come sit in my lap, babydoll…”

It wasn’t a question and you both knew it. You laugh excitedly, moving to crawl over the center console and settle on his lap, feeling just how worked up he was for you.  

Tyler’s hands settled on your waist, and he gave your hips a firm squeeze as he spoke, “God, you look so good, baby,”

You blush, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. “Do I?”

He nodded slowly, leaning in as he pulled your hips right up against his. “Fuck yeah, you do,” he muttered, not giving you a chance to say anything before he was kissing you deeply. His tongue pushed into your mouth as he guided your body into a slow roll, your hips meeting in a much needed friction. “I need you, baby. So bad.” He mumbled when he pulled away and began kissing down your neck.

You moaned, pulling at his hair as you took it upon yourself to grind against him. “I need you, too,”

Tyler groaned, tugging at the sleeve of your shirt and pulling it down so he could suck a dark, purple mark onto your skin. Another moan left your lips as you moved against him, your fingers grasping at the buttons on his shirt. He left another mark onto the side of your neck before pulling away, his eyes hooded. “Let’s move to the back, dollface,”

The way you nodded quickly and forgot about your quest of ridding him of his shirt in order to crawl onto the back seat had him grinning, his own hands finishing the job as he shrugged the shirt off. 

He tossed it onto the passenger seat before crawling back there with you, his body snug against yours as he braced his hands on the seat at either side of your head. You grinned up at him, lust clear in your eyes as you trail your fingers up his abs and chest. 

Tyler leaned down and placed open mouthed kisses to your neck, his hands sliding under your shirt and creating goosebumps on your skin, despite the interaction growing more and more heated. Once he was sure your neck was all nice and marked up, he pulled away and kneeled above you, his fingers tangled in the hem of your shirt as he tugged it up and over your head. 

He tossed it onto the passenger seat with his, and his big hands were instantly cupping your breasts through your bra, his thumbs massaging you through the pretty lace. Your head tipped back in a moan, your eyes falling shut as you pushed up against his hands. “You’re so gorgeous,” he muttered, “Prettiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.”

A needy whine left your lips as you tugged him closer by pulling on his belt loops, and he laughed deeply. His hands reached around you and unhooked your bra, and he pulled it from your body and dropped it into the growing clothes pile on the front seat. His hands were instantly back on your chest, squeezing more firmly now that the barrier was gone. 

Your breathy moans went straight to his cock, and it strained against his jeans as he leaned down to wrap his lips around your nipple. He gently tugged on it with his teeth as he rolled his hips against yours, and he did that until you were whining and swollen, then he did the same thing to your other one. 

Once your breasts were more than well taken care of, he slid his hands down and unzipped your jeans. You propped yourself up on your elbows, biting down harshly on your lip as you watched him. Tyler smirked as he pulled the fabric down your legs, seeing just how wet you were through the thin lace of your panties. “Damn, baby,” he muttered, dropping your jeans to the floor of the truck. “Did I do that to you?”

“You know you did,” you mumbled and whined when he leaned down to kiss the skin above your panties. “Ty…”

He grinned, kissing you through the fabric and groaning at the faint taste that only belonged to you. “Yeah, yeah,” he grunted, pulling away long enough so he could slide the soaked material down your legs as well before tossing them aside. With you completely bare and exposed to him, he couldn’t hold off anymore, and he settled between your thighs again. He gripped your hips and pinned you to the seat before licking a stripe up your folds, his tongue collecting your wetness like a magnet. 

Your head tipped back against the door, your fingers tangling in his hair as you moaned loudly. Tyler licked you again before wrapping his lips around your clit, groaning at the taste of you. “Oh, fuck…Ty,” you moaned, propping one leg on the seat as you slowly rolled your hips up against his face. 

Tyler groaned again, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he hiked your legs over his shoulders. “Taste so fuckin’ good, baby,” he pratically moaned before pushing his tongue back inside your wet walls. 

Your body jolted as you tugged on his hair with one hand, your other reaching up and gripping the headrest of the driver’s seat. Tyler’s hips pressed against the backseat, his cock painfully hard as he worked you open for him. “Feels so good, Tyler. Oh, my God,” you moaned as he flattened his tongue against you, his nose brushing against your throbbing clit. “Fuck…yes.”

Tyler licked, sucked and swirled his tongue against you, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips and pushing you harder against the seat. His tongue fucked into you, gathering up your wetness and spreading it all over your already soaked core. 

“Tyler,” you cry out, pulling hard on his hair and making him groan against you. “Fuck! Oh, my God, don’t stop…please, Ty.” You moaned incoherently as you released your grip on the headrest in order to blindly reach for one of his hands. Tyler laced his fingers with yours as he devoured you like he’s been craving to do all day long, keeping his movements slow. 

He gripped your hand and moved his head back and forth, making you shake against him as loud cries and whimpers filled the truck. He knew you were close, and he just moved his head faster until you were nearly screaming. 

“Fuck…fuck!” You called out, arching your back and holding his hand with a death grip. “I’m coming…I’m coming…”

Tyler looked up at you as he fucked you with his tongue, and your eyes squeezed shut as you bucked up against his mouth and came with a cry of his name, your body shaking and writhing against him. He moaned, licking up all you gave him, his free hand releasing your hip as his thumb rubbed against your swollen clit, overstimulating you through your high. 

“Fuck,” you whimpered, shaking uncontrollably as he gave you one final slow lick before pulling away. His mouth was wet, your arousal dripping down his chin as he moved to kneel above you again, his thumb continuing to slowly rub your clit. “I love you…I love you so much.” 

The whiny edge to your voice had Tyler grinning, his hands sliding up to grope your breasts again. “I love you, too, baby,” he said back, softly pinching your nipples between his fingers as you weakly reached down to unzip and push down his jeans and boxers. 

He let out a sigh of relief, his cock finally able to breathe as his jeans pooled at his knees. He shifted and kicked them the rest of the way off, then kept one knee on the seat and used his other leg to give him more leverage. He gripped his base, not yet giving in as he ran his tip along your wet core. You trembled a bit, your eyes wide and needy as you looked up at him. He coated himself in your arousal, listening to every quiet gasp and whine from you, before he slowly pushed into you. 

Your head fell back against the seat again, your hands gripping his wrists as he held onto your hips. “Just like that,” you whispered, your face scrunched in pleasure as he pulled out then slid back in, reaching even deeper this time. 

Tyler fucked you slowly at first, then began to move a bit faster, his hands on your thighs in a bruising grip. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he muttered under his breath, feeling a light layer of sweat form on his skin. 

You moaned in response, holding onto his wrists as he fucked you against the seat. You glanced over at the camera he had mounted on the driver’s side of the windshield, your lip getting caught between your teeth. While the idea of having all his viewers watch him fuck you turned you on a concerning amount, showing off how good your boyfriend is was not something you wanted to do. “You turned that off, right?”

Tyler looked over as well, never stopping his pace as he let out a laugh. “Of course, baby,” he said, draping your thighs over his as he placed his hands against your ribcage. “Besides, we have a better camera at home, anyway.”

You blush and moan loudly, your heart hammering in your chest and against his right hand. You pushed your hips up to meet his thrusts halfway, the new angle making him reach even deeper inside you. 

His deep groans matched the volume of your whines, and he gripped your middle tighter, the sound of his thighs hitting yours echoing around the dark truck. “So tight, baby. Feels so fuckin’ good,” 

You whimpered and clenched down even tighter around him, emitting a low grunt from him as he had to put more effort into fucking you. “Oh, my God, Ty, yes,”

Tyler looked down and watched the way he disappeared inside of you with each thrust of his hips. Each drag of him left him more and more coated in your slick, and the sound of your wet walls taking him was almost enough to have him coming right then and there. 

He fucked you quicker, harder, as he reached down to rub your stimulated clit, making your back arch and soft screams leave your lips. “Fuck! Fuck, Tyler,” you moaned brokenly. “I’m gonna come.”

Tyler grunted, not stopping for even a second as he worked you again until you were crying out and soaking his cock. “Goddamn, baby,” he muttered, slowing down as he circled your dripping clit with his thumb. “So fuckin’ wet.”

You whimper at his words, your hands clinging to anything they could reach as you came back down. “Holy shit, Tyler,” you gasped, your breathing uneven as he slowly rocked into you, his thumb finally giving your clit a break. “I fucking love you so much.”

Tyler grinned, stilling inside you as he throbbed. “Always and forever, baby,”

You blushed then moaned when he began moving inside you again, much slower this time as he let you catch your breath a bit. “Always and forever, Ty,” you whispered, reaching up to grip his chin. “Let me ride you, please?”

He grinned again and nodded, kissing your palm as he slid out of you and moved to sit down on the seat, his hand wrapping around his cock and slowly stroking it as he watched you weakly push yourself up. “You sure you can?” He teased as you moved to straddle his lap. 

You huffed as you gripped his base and lowered yourself onto him, making him grunt at the feeling of being back inside you. “I think I can manage,” you mumble and brace your hands on his shoulders while his grip your waist. You leaned down to kiss him as you slowly rode him, your fingers tangling into his sweaty hair. 

Tyler breathed heavily as he kissed you back, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips. “So damn good, baby. So fuckin’ perfect for me,” he grunted against your mouth and you moaned, keeping your lips against his as you began to bounce on his lap. “There you go, just like that, baby.” He praised, his lips brushing against yours with every word. 

He leaned back, letting you have full control as you dug your knees into the seat on either side of him, your breasts bouncing beautifully with each drop of your body. “Mm, fuck,” you hummed, your voice sounding a bit hoarse as you closed your eyes and tipped your head back. 

Tyler bit his lip, a low groan leaving his throat as he reached up to push your damp hair off your sweat-slick shoulders. “So good, baby,” he continued to praise you, wanting nothing more than to feel you around him like this for the rest of his life. 

“You looked so hot,” you mumbled, pulling on his hair. “I was watching the stream…you looked so fucking hot, Ty.”

He almost blushed as he took in your words, and he gripped your hips tighter. “Yeah? You like seeing me like that?” He rasped, helping you move on him. “You love knowin’ it’s you who I get to come back to?”

You nod, clenching around him and pulling another groan from the back of his throat. “I’m so lucky…having such a sexy boyfriend all to myself,”

Tyler felt himself tighten up, his head falling back against the headrest. “I’m the lucky one, baby. The luckiest fucker in the world,”

You laughed, biting down on your lip as he felt your body tense up. “You feel so good, Ty…you’re so deep,”

He moaned, gripping you impossibly tighter. “Goddamn, babydoll,” 

“I’m gonna come,” you whimpered, and he fucking loved that it was your third time announcing that since he got you alone. 

Tyler wasn’t far behind, especially since he’d been holding off his own climax in favor of giving you your last two. “Come for me, baby,” he whispered, the veins in his neck straining against the skin. “Come all over me again.” 

“God, fuck,” you cried, shaking on top of him as you came for a third time, and Tyler finally let himself go as well. He came deep inside of you, every slow drag of your hips making it reach even further. 

Tyler groaned loudly, slowly fucking up into you as you rode out your highs. “I love you,” he mumbled, holding you against him as he stayed deep inside you. 

You smiled, burying your face against his neck. “I love you, too,” you murmured, hugging him tightly before pulling back and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. 

He moved so you were laying on your back and he was next to you, his overworked body trembling as he wrapped his arms around you. You settle against him, a teasing grin on your face. 

“So are we sleeping in the truck tonight?” You asked, running your hands through his sweaty hair. 

“Sounds good to me,” he replied and buried his face in your hair. “I don’t care where I sleep, just as long as it’s always next to you.”

You blushed, looking over at him. “Careful, Ty, that almost sounds like a proposal,” 

You were just teasing him, but the thought of marrying you was one that had been on his mind for a while now. “Yeah,” he trailed off, shifting behind you as he thought over his next actions. He moved away from you and reached into the front to grab something from the glove box, a laugh of disbelief leaving his lips at what he was about to do. “You deserve somethin’ a bit more romantic than the truck, baby, but I’m tired of waitin’.”

He moved back so he was next to you again, and your eyes widened a bit as you looked at the little black box in his hand. You sat up, your hand gripping his wrist as you stared at him, seemingly unable to say anything. 

Tyler felt like his heart was in his throat as he opened the box and revealed a ring. He had a feeling he knew what you would say, but he was still nervous as he ran his free hand up your leg and glanced up at you. “You know I’m head over heels for you, baby,” he started, kissing you softly before placing the box in your shaking hands as you stared at the large diamond ring. “You’re the love of my life, forever. Will you marry me? Be my wife one day?”

Your eyes glazed over and you took the ring out of the box. “Are you kidding me?” You gasped when he leaned in and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Yes. Yes yes yes.” You murmured before wrapping your arms around his shoulders and kissing him deeply. 

Tyler’s hand slipped up your thigh and gripped your waist as he kissed you back. Your hands were on his face as he took the ring from you before you lost it, and he pulled away after a few seconds so he could slip it onto your finger. “This is my promise to you,” he mumbled, tangling his fingers in your hair once you were securely wearing the ring. “I love you. Always and forever.”

You grin, tears still falling from your eyes as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and kiss him multiple times. “Always and forever,” you echo before kissing him again and pulling him down on top of you.

[rere-the-writer]

Title- 'He has a wife'

Pairing- Elijah Mikaelson x Original!Reader

Warnings- Angst, Fluff, Forced marriage, Things get spicy, Elijah being a simp for his wife

Hayley sat having Elijah's head in her lap trying to keep his fever down after being bitten by Klaus. Elijah was hallucinating as he rubbed Hayley's arms muttering a name under his breath untill she saw what he was seeing.

You sat in tub as your husband walked in leaning against the door frame smirking watching water trail down your collar bone as he caught your attention. Elijah walked over sitting at the tub edge taking the sponge from your smaller softer hands enjoying the sight of your face flushing.

"I thought you were with your witch? Celeste, was it?"

"I wanted spend the day with you, Y/N." Elijah says lowly kissing your ankle as you looked away your face getting darker feeling his hand trail along your calf.

"Nik, is causing trouble for the witches. Since he listens to you, you should talk to him."

"I should. Perhaps a spanking is in order? But I need practice first, Come here my love." Elijah says as the water sloshed when you moved closer to Elijah wondering what he was up to. Elijah cupped your face as his kissed you deeply nipping at your bottom lip pulling a soft moan from you.

"Hayley?" Elijah rasped out as Hayley looked down at him placing a clothe on his forehead. Elijah realized he had let her in his mind.

"You saw my memories."

"I did...who ever is Y/N, she was pretty hot." Hayley tells the vampire as he groaned in pain from the bite.

"You need to leave."

"No Elijah. I'm staying until you are better." Hayley tells him going back to taking care of him.

Mikael returned home from battle with a prize from what Esther saw with Rebekah. You glared at the Viking as he pushed you forward and Esther caught you frowning seeing the dirt and torn clothes on you.

"Elijah!"

"Yes father?" Elijah questioned looking at you then at his father confused along with Esther and Rebekah.

"Meet your wife, Y/N."

"Elijah?" Hayley whispered seeing Elijah had fell asleep as she was trying to wrap her head around what she saw. Elijah had healed and not spoke to Hayley about the memories unaware she was going to meet Elijah's wife every soon.

Hayley watched in shock as the vampire attacking Elijah dropped dead as you stood holding the heart dropping it as Elijah stared up at you in surprise.

"Y/N?" Elijah whispered staring at you as you stared down at him. Elijah's eyes raked over your body seeing that you were dressed in a white tank top tucked into a pair of skinny jeans with red heels. You had gotten bit of a tan and your hair was longer from when he last saw you.

"Elijah, who is this?"

"Y/N Mikaelson.... my wife and Original." Elijah answers Hayley as he stood up finally shaking off his awe. You looked at Hayley not seeing what it could be about her to earn Elijah's affections if Klaus's word was to go by.

"You've returned to me." Elijah says snapping you from your thoughts when he cupped your cheek.

"No. Niklaus called saying you needed help." You say pulling away from Elijah not seeing his frown as you walked away. Hayley moved next to him reaching for his hand but Elijah moved it away from hers staring longingly at you.

"Elijah seriously has a wife?" Hayley asked Rebekah still having trouble warping her head around it. Rebekah was watching you from across the room while you were talking to Klaus who held a year old Hope.

"Yes. She was turned with us." Rebekah answered Hayley annoyed with her questions as for a week the hybrid had been asking questions about you. You and Elijah had an arranged marriage after your village had been attacked by Mikael and his men due to the leader of your village had attacked Mikael's first.

So to be sure you'll live your father offered you to Mikael as a wife to one of his sons while you glared as the older man ready to fight with a fire in your eyes. You were a round Elijah's age, only two years younger than the noble Mikaelson, so to Mikael, you were a perfect wife for Elijah. As Mikael didn't want Elijah to marry Tatia so he had brought you home with him even though you fought the whole way back.

"She didn't seem happy to see Elijah."

"That happens when you are forced to marry someone so you can live." Rebekah said rolling her eyes at Hayley knowing why the hybrid was asking while it took Elijah only 800 years ago to love you and treat you like his wife but you didn't return Elijah's affections or at least not from what Elijah could see as you were a hard woman to read.

"Oh....so why does she stay?"

"Because we have been with each other for so long....we can't just leave one another." Rebekah says walking away from Hayley as the hybrid watched Elijah step up beside you. Elijah's hand was on your lower back as Klaus excused hisself leaving you to talk to Elijah.

"Darling, I've missed you." Elijah says softly kissing your temple as you looked to Hayley catching her stare making the hybrid look away as Elijah focused your attention back on him.

The last time you saw your husband was back in 1912 when you left due to feeling overwhelmed by Elijah's affections so Rebekah and Klaus helped you run off one late night which broke Elijah but he understood why as there was times he forgot that your marriage was forced.

"Your little wolf seems upset Elijah." You say as Elijah's eyes flickered to Hayley then he focused back on you gently taking your hand in his kissing the wedding band on your finger.

"She isn't mine. What is mine is standing right here." Elijah says against your hand fully aware that Hayley heard him but all he could care about was you. Elijah's feelings for you had only increase as while you were gone, Elijah found hisself craving for your touch or to just have you near.

"Elijah, you don't ne...." You were cut off by Elijah kissing you softly as he cupped your cheek and an arm slipped around your waist. While you couldn't help but kiss back as you gripped his suit jacket and you had forgotten how well your body molded against Elijah's. He pulled away holding you closer resting his forehead against yours while rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

"You are my wife. I have fell in love with you over 800 years ago so don't tell me I don't have to pretend that I love you because I do. I see you and only you." Elijah tells you getting a nod from you as he smiled brushing his nose against yours enjoying how long you were allowing him to hold you.

"So you really are married?" Hayley asked seeing Elijah sitting in his study looking over a marriage certificate that needed to be updated.

"I am, I apologize for......" Elijah was cut off when Hayley sat on his desk in front of him hands on his face. Elijah looked up at Hayley seeing the the look of want in her eyes as she leaned in kissing Elijah.

"Elijah....I love you and I was hoping you would feel the same."

"Hayley....." Elijah muttered cupping her cheek as in a blur Hayley found herself on a couch and excitment filled her but noticed Elijah was by the door.

"I apologize and I am honored to earn your affections but I love by wife deeply. So please do not attempt this again."

"But Elijah..." Hayley said sadly watching him leave but Hayley knew she couldn't give up on Elijah.

Elijah headed for his bedroom surprised to find you sitting on his bed dressed in a baby blue babydoll face a deep shade of red. Elijah licked his bottom lip closing his door taking off his suit jacket and tie.

"What is all this?"

"I.....hum....wanted...I uh...be here ....with you." You were a mess trying to tell Elijah that you wanted him as much as he wanted you. Elijah walked up cupping your cheek kissing you gently.

"My sweet wife." Elijah said kissing along your neck as your arms came around his neck feeling you shuttered under his touch.

"My loving husband." You whispered cupping Elijah's face watching his eyes darken as he pounced on you.

"Klaus is Elijah awake yet?" Hayley asked walking into the Mikaelson home as Klaus looked up from his book.

"No. He is still in......" Klaus didn't get to finish as Hayley headed up to Elijah's bedroom and he smirked knowing that Hayley wouldn't like what she about to see.

"Maybe we can head up to New York during the winter. Just the two of us." Hayley heard Elijah say as she peered into Elijah's room seeing him sitting in his bed leaning back against the headboard and you were in his lap.

"Do....you...really want talk about.... that right now?" You panted out as Elijah smirked hands on your hips kissing your breast.

"Can't talk and ride?" Elijah teased you helping you move as your fingers raking through his hair before burying your face in his neck.

"No....Eli...fuck." You cried out when Elijah moved your hips harder and as if he knew Hayley was in the hallway.

"I love you. A beautiful woman with a fiery heart that I am honored to be called your husband." Elijah tells you softly watching you flushed kissing him hungrily letting him take control.

"You know Elijah is committed to his wife. Right?" Rebekah say noticing how Hayley was watching Elijah dancing with you.

"But he wasn't before."

"That is because he was younger, angry with our father and freshly turned vampire. And even though Elijah had been coldhearted to Y/N, she stayed loyal even though after we turned sh ed could have ran off."

"Rebekah is right. It would be best if you focus on your marriage to Jackson." Klaus says walking up holding Hope as Hayley frowned she knew Klaus was right she was married now but she couldn't let Elijah go.

"Maybe we should marry." Elijah says softly kissing your shoulder as you both swayed.

"But we are already married."

"I know but I want to marry you the right way not with you being forced to." Elijah said spinning you then pulled you close as you reached up cupping his face.

"Okay." You tell Elijah as he lifted you up kissing you gently as you finally allowed yourself to fully give into Elijah and finally let yourself be happy.

[thegrandlinesimp]

Hello!!! This one is a crazy idea I had:

Gender: afab

Pace: tender

Character (provide 2): Crocodile or Doffy

These two man are anything BUT "tender" so I'm a bit curious to see what you come up with! Thank you!!! Bye-bye!

Are you challenging me, mortal! Me? Whomst has been writing for FIFTEEN years, and writing smut for TEN! I began writing not long after you first became conscious of your existence! *thunderclaps* you want soft, I’ll give you soft! *spins wheel* yesssss, the most romantic position known to humanity! *puts My Heart Will Go On on repeat* buckle up bitches…

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: Literally the softest smut I've ever written published!

Line’s 200 Followers Event: Carnal or Tender

Crocodile, Tender: Louts Position

Crocodile sighed, massaging the back of his aching neck and yawning as he reached his bedroom door. It had been a long, tiring day, with paperwork, more paperwork, a two and a half hour meeting which was followed by even more paperwork.

But then again, who said overthrowing a monarchy while simultaneously keeping face as a national hero and running an underground criminal syndicate was easy?

You made it better though, being the Hero of Alabaster was made easier when he had a loving spouse by his side to help him keep up appearances. The people loved you, women envied you and men could only look longingly from afar. The people thought you were an angel, but he knew you were a devil in disguise. You knew of his plans, he told you everything, and you gave your input with a sly smile that matched his own.

He finally reached his bedroom, silently falling into sand and slipping beneath the door so as not to wake you. His eyes found your shared bed and he gave a rare smile of content, watching as the covers - tucked under your chin to protect you from the cold desert night - rose and fell in time with your even breathing, your hair strewn across your pillow in messy waves. Crocodile’s shoulders shook with silent laughter as he realised you were hugging one of his pillows.

He could do with just the one tonight, your smile was too heartwarming for him to disturb you.

He put out his cigar and stripped down to his briefs, hanging his coat on the end bedpost before carefully lifting the covers to climb in. That’s when he paused, having moved the sheet from over your shoulder, giving him a peak of what you were wearing.

Was that…

Curious, he pulled back the covers from you a little more. All exhaustion was promptly replaced by the soft, aching warmth of arousal at the sight of you wearing his favourite babydoll, the one he got for you on your fifth wedding anniversary. Just as always, the sight of the sheer black fabric hugging your breasts stole his breath away, making him want to lift the sheet further to see it draped over your hip. Crocodile licked his lips and swallowed as you shivered, the cold night air rousing you from your light sleep as your eyes fluttered open and you grumbled wordlessly.

“My apologies, my dear,” he murmured, removing his golden hook and placing it on the bedside table, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Mmm, you didn’t, I was just-” you were cut off by your own yawn, the sheets falling completely off you as you sat up on your side and rubbed your eyes, “-just resting my eyes.”

Crocodile chuckled, eyes roving your body as he crawled into bed next, reaching out to cup your chin with his fingertips, “I believe I kept you waiting?”

“It’s alright,” you said, blushing as you quickly glanced down at the babydoll you were wearing, “I’m sure you’re tired, let me just go get changed and-”

“Now, now,” he purred, tone chastising yet expression playful, thumb brushing your jaw as his fingertips slowly guided your face closer to his, “did I ever say I wanted to sleep.”

You chucked as you gave him that coy smile that still made warmth spread in his groin after all this time, “I suppose you didn’t.”

Your lips met in a soft kiss, chaste and sweet as the one on your wedding day. He kissed you slowly as the fingers on your chin traced your jawline, tickling the back of your neck as they curled through your hair and he guided you to lay down. You let out a shaky sigh when his lips followed the path his fingers had made, diverting down to drag his tongue over where your shoulder met your neck.

“Th-this little surprise was meant to be for you,” you said with a breathless chuckle.

“And I am very much enjoying it,” he purred, kissing down your collarbone.

Crocodile loved the feeling of your skin beneath his lips, the way you quivered as he went lower and lower, goosebumps blossoming across your body. He kissed the swell of your chest, the babydoll only covering past your nipples, leaving a tantalising amount of your breasts exposed. You sighed and squirmed beneath him, rocking your hips, seeking some form - any for - of relief. There were times he liked to draw it all out, make you wait, and while he loved to hear you beg for his touch alone he couldn’t find it in himself to bring you to the edge of desperation tonight.

With his teeth he gently grabbed the fabric between your breasts and pulled it down, exposing your nipples to the cold night air, making them harden quickly as you gasped. You whimpered as his lips latched onto one and he took his weight with his bad arm to gently massage your other breast with his hand. He carefully tweaked and tugged at the nipple between his fingers, rolling his tongue around the one in his mouth as he sucked at it. Your fingers tugged at his black hair, breath short and rapid like the fluttering heartbeat beneath his palm.

Your legs wrapped around his waist and you ground up against his abandon. He moaned, rocking his hips in response and his cock - still trapped in his briefs - throbbed as he pulled his lips from your skin. He needed to be inside you.

Crocodile sat up and pulled at the babydoll, you helped him take it off you by arching your back and wriggling. His breath caught and he shivered as he realised you weren’t wearing anything else, the sight of your soaked sex making him groan as he tossed the clothing onto the floor. His heart - which many believed to be cold and loveless - stuttered in his chest as you placed a hand over it and pushed, a silent request for him to lay back. He gladly complied, raising his hips as you took off his briefs.

You leaned down, just for a moment, to place a soft kiss and gentle lick to the weeping head of his cock. Crocodile let out a shaky sigh at the sensation, hand reaching to grip your hip as you situated yourself above him. His eyes wanted to flutter closed as you sank down, but he forced them to stay open, watching his length slowly disappear into your core. His orange eyes snap up to your face as you gasp, the head of his cock nudging against your cervix as he bottoms out. You began to circle your hips, but he tightened his grip, stopping you.

Closer, he needed to be closer than this.

He slowly pushed himself up, your legs wrapping around his waist just as his arms did around your torso. Chest pressed to his, lips so close you shared panted breaths. He lifted you slightly and crossed his legs beneath you. You squirmed in his arms, the angle was different, not as deep, but you could feel the thundering of his heartbeat against yours like this.

Your fingers curled through his black locks as you began to tense and relax your legs, with your feet touching one another behind his back the action made you rock gently on his lap. His lips found yours again, keeping his bad arm around your waist for support he gripped your hip once more, gently tipping and pushing to help guide you.

You trembled as you gasped his name, it was all almost too much like this, the angle letting him brush against your sweet spot while also allowing him to grind up against your clit. His chest rubbed against yours, your nipples hard and tingling. Too much, yet just enough.

He gripped you tight as you squirmed on his lap, sunset eyes watching the way the pleasure he gave you danced across your face, “So beautiful.”

Your breath hitched at his words and you dived in for another kiss, this one with more tongue and hunger as the hand on your hip quickened your pace, his own body rocking up into yours.

“Croc,” you whimpered, lips brushing against his, even as you panted for breath, “I’m- it’s-”

“I know,” he grunted, arms wrapping tight around your body as he humped up into your quivering sex, he pressed even closer to you, breath ghosting over your ear as he spoke, “I can feel you my dear, you’re so close aren’t you?”

“Croc, oh!”

“That’s it,” he was panting now, a light sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead as he looked at you with a gaze he’d never given anyone else, “let go.”

Your breath hitched, body shivering, so close to the edge, just a little more.

“Gonna fill you up, love,” his breath was shaky as he spoke, low grunts and huffs were let out with each small buck of his hips, “come for me, y/n.”

The way he whispered your name, soft and pleading like a prayer, had you gasp. Your walls fluttered as you twitched and moaned above him, nails digging into the skin of his back as you cried out. He swallowed your cries with a heated kiss, fingers curled through your hair, pressing you to his lips as his other arm tried to pull you impossibly closer, as if he was trying to become one with you. He groaned, cock pulsing as he spilled into your core, some leaking out and gathered around the base of his length as he shook beneath you.

Neither of you knew how long it took to come down from your highs, still too lost in one another’s lips to care. With your hearts still thundering he untangled your bodies, guiding you to lay on the pillows with him, a soft smile gracing his lips as you fell asleep in his arms.

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Pretty Soul

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Pairing: Chubby!bucky x reader

Warning: Bucky being insecure, fluff

Summary: Bucky's insecurities get the best of him and he thinks he's not good enough to be with you, so you reassure him and prove him wrong.

Bucky has always been insecure, you knew this so you would reassure him everytime his insecurities got the best of him. People would always make fun of him or tease him about his tummy, but you loved it and you made sure he knew that. Lately he has been beating his self up about them, and he is really good at hiding it. So once he started distancing himself from you, you knew something was wrong. So you did the only thing that was logical in your opinion.

That's how you ended up in this situation now. Pounding on his front door you yelled "JAMES BUCKY BARNES OPEN UP THIS GOD DAMN DOOR!!" When he answered the door he honestly looked a little shook. Probably because you were banging on his door at 2 in the morning but you didn't care.

When he answered the door his eyes were red and puffy and it looked like he hasn't been getting any sleep. "James why haven't you been answering your phone ore calling me i've been trying to get in touch with you for three days. Am I the problem? Are you breaking up with me? Talk to me please?!" Your eyes started to water.

After you asked those questions his heart shattered at the sight of you, so he stepped aside to let you in and you walked straight to the living room and sat down with your arms crossed. At this point you were ready to break down and start crying. "James please talk to me" your voice started to crack when he sat down next to you.

"Doll I was never breaking up with you I'm sorry for making you think that was I should have called you." His voice was low and scratchy, it sounded as if he had been crying. "I don't know doll I just assumed you didn't really want me and more considering the fact that i'm fat and-" you shushed him as soon as those words came out of his mouth.

"James you think I don't want you because of you tummy. I love the way you look you so soft and warm and adorable"you walked over to were he was sitting in and straddled his lap. "James how can I not want you you are a very kind and pretty soul and I can't believe I even get the chance to be with you. James I'm so in love with you it hurts." He looked up at you with wide eyes and a smile on his face.

"Say it again please" he said his lips getting closer to yours. "I'm in love with you" you said against his lips. This kiss had your head spinning you couldn't even pull back for a breath. He was the first to pull back and rest his forehead on yours. "I love you too, babydoll" he said out of breath.

"I'm sorry for not speaking to you about something so stupid." He shook his head. "It's not stupid james, but you should have talked to me" you said softly. You began to pepper kisses all over his face and his face lit up with the widest smile on his face.

"How can I ever repay you babydoll" he said with the smile still on his face. You looked at him with a very serious face and said "Take me away baby, specifically to your bedroom." He gave you a toothy grin and picked you up, you swore he has never ran so fast in his life.

For the rest of the night he spent thanking you for loving him. He has never been with anyone as amazing as you are and he will spend the rest of his life thanking you for that of he has too.

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A/N: this was kinda rushed so please give me feedback and let me know if I made any mistakes, this also my first fic on this blog so please be kind. And my requests are always open.