#he's just so hot !!! n makes me so flustered !!! i swear they dom better than I dooooo n it makes me go so fucking stupid aa aa aaaa

[xochimillilili]

Kicking my feet and giggling and twirling my hair /hj wtf LMAOO I was losing my actual fucking shit writing my recent post like damn Xochi calm down

[skeletalgoats]

Could I request for a !sub! Horangi x !Dom! Reader? Here me out :3

Horangi was acting too cocky on how he would be better in bed than you.

He obviously ment it as a joke but you took it a bit too seriously..

Then there he was.

Legs wide open as he whimpered, moaned and whine as you were there inbetween his legs teasing him using your fingers

Adding a finger after another,

As he begged you countless times to cum.

"Better than me?"

Summary: Horangi teased you constantly about how he would be way better than you in bed, but he quickly regretted those words when you had enough

Pairings: Horangi x GN!reader

Warnings: Blowjob, handjob, edging, masturbation, and you being a dick 😒

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long I was distracted with trying to work on some male reader fics 😭 also I decided to give Horangi some Y/N energy because I was in a goofy mood and needed to giggle at something ;P ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡♡♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He really only meant it as a joke.

"Please...please I'm sorry I'm sorry...I didn't mean it..."

But you most definitely didn't take it as one.

Earlier today, Horangi began teasing you about how he would be so much better in bed than you are.

"You probably couldn't even make me cum once~"

"I could have you screaming my name in seconds~"

"Maybe you're just upset that I can easily draw such noises out of your pretty lips~"

But now there he was, his hands tied to his back with his legs forced wide open for you, as he made all sorts of desperate noises for you.

He would whimper, moan, groan, and let out little gasps and squeaks while you ran you tongue over his throbbing, red, and sensitive cock.

"Please...I take it back...Let me cum please I swear I'll be good for you, I-I swear...please"

He begged, but immediately stopped once you took all of him into your mouth, gliding your head up and down.

"Oh, fuck! Please...." He whimpered, throwing his head back.

He loved the feeling of your hot, wet mouth around his shaft.

"I-I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum!"

"Horangi, don't you dare cum yet.Don't you DARE."

But it was too late.

"Please....Please no I'm sorry I didn't mean to..I-I swear it was an accident-"

"Shut up." You interrupted him as you grabbed him and tossed him back onto the bed.

You heard a desperate whimper coming from him, pleading that you don't do whatever you're about to do, but you didn't care.You wanted him to learn his lesson.

You grabbed his dick, and started to jack him off at a fast pace.In return for this action you got Horangi bucking his hips up, whimpering.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck please please please...~"

Soon he was close.Really close.

Just as he's about to cum, you let go, watching him cry out as he realizes that his release isn't gonna come easy.

"no no no why would you do that?!"

Tears were streaming down his face.He was sobbing.He was desperate.Very desperate.But then again, he basically asked for this, so that's his fault.

You grabbed his dick again, and just like before, didn't let him cum.

Over and over again, you did the same thing.You grabbed his cock, stroked it until he was close, but never let him cum.

Until he couldn't take it anymore.

He with a scream, Horangi kicked you back and snapped the ropes that tied him back.

"I can't do this I need it!I need it so fucking bad!"

And with that, you watched as he grabbed his own cock and jerked himself off, followed up by whimpers and moans leaving his lips.

He was on his back, legs spread out infront of you while his hands glided up and down around his dick fast.It was one of the most pornographic things you have ever seen before.

Within a couple of moments, Horangi cums the hardest he ever has.His semen spurts out from the air to his own stomach.

"Oh fuck yeah, that felt good..."

You said nothing, you sat there speechless from what you just saw.

Horangi may not have realized it, but it turns out he still managed to find a way to leave you unsatisfied and flustered, even when he's unaware of his surroundings and what he's doing.

[arvinsescape]

Behave.

A/N: This is my first time writing a meaner Dom!Tom so I hope you enjoy and I apologise if it is shite, I will learn eventually. I hope you all enjoy 💕

Summary: Tom golfing does things to you and you decide to tease Tom.

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (Minors do not engage) (fingering, oral (fem R), orgasm denial. Degradation. Exhibitionism (kinda). Very light choking. Bondage. I think that’s everything.

W/C: 3.1K

You were attending the golfing event with Tom, he’d asked you to come along and you just couldn’t decline. There was something about watching him play golf that got you going, maybe it was the confidence that he had when he was playing. It could even be the way you to watch his muscles bulge when he swung his club, whatever it was, it always got you going. There was rarely a time you’d watch him play golf and not end up hot, bothered and all over him.

Of course you were well aware this would be a little different, photographers were going to be everywhere and that meant you had to behave. You’d have to reign yourself in somehow and refrain from being cheeky, not that you minded, this was also something Tom loved to do and you would always be there to support him.

The morning had started out alright, he hadn’t had the best luck but you were there to support him and give him a pep talk. He loved having you around when he golfed, he liked how well you could tame him when he got angry over not playing well. It wouldn’t look good if he had a temper tantrum on the green in front of fans and journalists.

“It’s okay, you can still pull it back, right?” You said as he approached you after a particularly lousy shot.

“Yeah,” he mumbled as he laced his hand in yours and gave it a small squeeze. The sun was coming up properly now, clouds shifting and the temperature rose as they did. It was so hot, you could feel the sweat starting to collect on your forehead as you walked up the green.

“Fucking hell it’s hot.” You mumbled out and Tom looked at you, playful glint in his eye.

“Take your top off, might help me with my game.” He suggested and you swatted his bicep with your free hand.

“Tom,” you scalded as he laughed at you. You were glad you’d checked the weather and had opted for a pair of shorts and a t shirt.

The morning ended up going better for Tom, he seemingly found his stride and was basking in the fact that he was winning. Every time a hole went his way you found yourself in his arms and feet off the ground, you were doing well to keep your self in check, you hadn’t missed the way he looked. The confidence he was now displaying as he moved around the course, the way he looked every time he took a swing.

“Like what you see?” You heard Harrisons voice as he pulled you from your thoughts.

“What?”

“You’re staring.” He pointed out and you laughed.

“Good thing he’s my boyfriend and it won’t be perceived as creepy then.” You joked and Haz laughed as Tom returned to the two of you.

“What?” Tom asked as he took in his best friends grin.

“Nothing, Y/N just likes what she sees.” Haz joked and Tom’s eyes found yours.

“Yeah?” Tom asked as he gave you a knowing look, hands finding your waist as he pulled you into him, your hands finding his chest.

“Yeah.” You confirmed with a smirk and Tom leaned down to kiss your forehead, then cheek before resting his lips against your ear.

“All in good time darling.” He said before taking your lobe between his teeth. That had your heart racing as you let out a sigh of pleasure as his lips kissed up your neck. To anyone else it looked like nothing more than an intimate cuddle, two lovers enjoying each other’s company.

You eventually stepped away from one another, Tom making sure to capture your lips with his own as he did. You were even hotter now, the sun doing nothing to help your state, Harrison noticed your flustered state and smirked as he handed you a bottle of water. You took it from him and chugged down at least half of the bottle whilst Tom lined himself up for his next shot.

“Take it I’m better off not going back to my hotel room when we’re finished up here?” Harrison smirked and you looked at him in shock.

“What do you mean?” You asked and Haz scoffed.

“Oh come on, I’ve lived with the two of you, I’ve been around the world with the two of you. I know when you’re both horny.” He laughed.

“Harrison.” You hissed as you punched his arm, causing him to laugh loudly.

“Listen, you guys have been together for three years, I’m your guys’ best friend, I know when I need to save my ears. You’re both so loud sometimes.” He laughed and you couldn’t help as you bit your lip, embarrassment filling your chest.

“Harrison.” You said firmly and he continued laughing. “We’re not.”

“You are,” he scoffed. “I don’t think you mean to be but you know sometimes I can hear the bed- “

“Okay, Haz I get it.” You said as you cut him off as you both laughed. It wasn’t long before you felt two arms snake around your waist as a club was passed back to Harrison. You leant back into his touch, placing a kiss on his jawline as he squeezed you into him, you were aware of the many flashes going off around you but couldn’t find yourself to care.

“Careful.” Tom muttered as you shifted slightly in his grasp, your backside brushing against his crotch. “Don’t want to start that now, I have a game to win.” He said lowly and you smirked as you not so innocently shifted again. His arm tightening around your waist as his lips found your ear. “Darling.” He said, voice husky and commanding. “Behave.”

You looked at him innocently as you turned in his hold, his gaze darker and stern, he only used those eyes between the sheets and you wondered how far you could push him, what he’d do if you did. The thoughts swirled around your mind as Tom placed a kiss to your temple, hands on your waist giving a squeeze before he stepped back. You missed his touch instantly as he took a seat in a chair that was placed in one of the tents.

“Come here.” He said quietly, hand extending for you to take and you did as he pulled you down and into his lap. Your legs draped across his thighs as his arms fell around your waist, the position had you feeling hot, thoughts of the numerous times he’d had you in this position as he coaxed you towards orgasm with his fingers. Fuck.

“I have four more holes to play, think you can behave long enough for me to finish my game?” He said into your ear and you shivered as you placed your head back on his shoulder.

“But teasing you is so fun.” You admitted and Tom huffed out a laugh.

“Behave.” He said and you felt yourself growing wet. You shifted slightly in the chair, completely on purpose, but to the unknowing eye it looked innocent. Tom’s hands moved to your waist as he halted your movements. “Stop it.” Tom hissed and you felt him grow slightly hard beneath you. You attempted to shift your hips again but Tom’s hands prevented you from doing so. “Oh darling, you really really don’t want to do this.” He said into the shell of your ear.

“Oh but I really do Tom.” You said, all rational thoughts leaving your head as the excitement of him taking you set in.

“I don’t think you do.” He hummed in response.

“What are you going to do Tom?” You teased, well aware he couldn’t punish you in front of this crowd.

“You might not want to find out.” He whispered before nipping your neck and you had to hold in a moan. Your skin felt like it was on fire as he subtly licked the area to soothe it.

**

It was a long four games, it felt like forever had passed by the time he’d finished, winning the game completely. He cheered as he did, eyes finding yours and you saw the want in them, the want for you. They were still dark, your teasing hadn’t ceased, every opportunity you had you’d subtly get him going. Kisses placed to his sweet spot, subtly grinding against him, it was all getting the two of you riled up.

You knew your underwear was completely damp, the material soaked as you thought about what he was going to do to you when you fell into the hotel room. He celebrated for a while, signing autographs and taking pictures until he was told he was able to head back to the hotel room. Which he did instantly, hand finding yours as he led you through the lobby of the hotel. Harrison and Harry had opted to go out for the afternoon, they had both picked up on the tension.

As soon as the lift doors shut, you found yourself pressed against the side of it, Tom’s hand finding your thigh as he hoisted it up his leg. His lips finding yours as he pulled you in for a kiss, it was desperate, needy as he sucked your bottom lip, grazing his teeth over it as he dove straight back in. Tongues clashing as he ground his hips into yours causing a moan to leave your lips.

“Such a needy little brat aren’t you?” He chuckled slightly as his fingers dipped into your shorts and felt how wet you already were for him. “Not even touched you yet and you’re already soaked.” He said as the lift dinged to say you’d reached your floor, you were breathless as Tom pulled away, pulling you down the corridor and into your hotel room.

It wasn’t long before your back found the door and his lips were back on yours, desperate pants and whines leaving your lips as you tried to grind your hips into his.

“So desperate for my cock aren’t you? Couldn’t behave yourself for a morning could you?” He said and you felt yourself grow hotter with his words, desperate for something from him.

“Tom, please.” You begged him and he pulled back to look at you, hand finding your jaw as he forced you to keep eye contact with him.

“What?” He asked, “what is it you want?” He asked as his thumb slipped into your mouth. Your tongue finding the digit as you sucked it, watching as Tom’s eyes darkened further. “Tell me what you want.” Tom demanded as he pulled his thumb from your mouth causing you to whine at the loss of contact.

“Touch me Tom, please.” You begged pathetically and Tom chuckled as his hand slipped as he placed it around your neck, carefully, not too much pressure.

“But you’ve been such a brat, I told you didn’t want to tease me. I don’t think you deserve for me to touch you.” He said and you whined again as you reached out for him, his free hand catching it as he pinned it to the wall beside you. “What makes you think you should get your own way?” He asked as his breath fanned your face.

“Please, Tom. I promise I’ll behave.” You begged, your body aching for his touch by this point.

“You weren’t behaving when you were trying to get me hard in public. That would have been a real problem for me, all those people around. I warned you multiple times princess, why should I believe you want to behave now?” He asked, he was so close, every part of him was close but he wasn’t giving you anything, he wasn’t caving.

“I will, I promise, let me prove it to you.” You said and he pulled back as if in thought and you wondered what he’d have in store for you.

“Get on the bed.” He demanded as he let you go, you immediately obeyed, crawling onto the bed as you laid in the middle of it. You were hot, hotter than you’d been all day, despite the air con that was seemingly having no effect on your blazing skin. Tom fished around in his suitcase for a moment before he pulled out a grey object, your heart beating with anticipation.

He joined you on the bed, stripping you of all your clothing. His golf cap had been removed as soon as you stepped foot into the room, his curls just begging to have your hands in them. He hovered over you as you awaited his next instruction, you were completely bare beneath him whilst he was still fully clothed. Something about the vulnerability of your position making your heart pound and your walls clench.

“Arms up.” He commanded.

“But Tom-“ You began to protest but he stopped you, your body was desperate to feel him, anything he would give you’d take at this point. This was one of the many reasons you loved riling him up, the pleasure you’d receive afterwards was mind blowing. Sex with Tom was always amazing but when you teased him he’d make you work for it and you loved it.

“I thought you said you were going to behave. Or are we in a bratty mood today Y/N?” He asked and you instantly shook your head as you raised your arms above them. It wasn’t long before you were tied to the bed, arms secure above you. “Now are you going to be a good girl for me? Take what I give you?” He asked with a knowing look and you nodded furiously as he kissed your cheek.

“Safe word?” He asked, a little more seriously into your ear, there had been the odd occasion where the restraints had been too much, too tight or you just weren’t feeling them in the way you usually did.

“Red.” You confirmed and he kissed your cheek again.

“Good girl” he said. His hand travelled down your body, stopping as he cupped your wet cunt. “You are such a desperate little thing, all wet and ready for me and I’ve barely even touched you. Do you want me to touch you princess?” He asked, eyes finding yours and you nodded in response. “Words Y/N, come on, you know how this works. What do you want?”

“Anything Tom, I just want you to touch me.” You said as you raised your hips from the bed slightly. Tom was quick to pin them back to the mattress as he tutted at you.

“What do you think you deserve? My fingers, tongue? Certainly not my cock, not until you start behaving.”

“Your fingers.” You panted out as your hands pulled on your restraints, to no avail, you were bound tightly to the bed frame. Tom hummed in response as he traced his fingers up your figure, stopping to play with your nipple that coaxed a gasp from your lips. He tugged on the hardened bud before bringing his lips down to encase it. Flicking his tongue against it as he rolled your other nipple between his fingers.

“Fucking love these.” Tom muttered as he placed his lips at the top of your breast and sucked harshly. It caused you to squirm beneath him, the sensation going straight to your already wet core, the pleasure of finally being touched had you moaning. “Stay still.” He commanded and you tried your hardest to, using every bit of your will power to behave for him. “Good girl.” He said as he listened to your pants and moans, he pulled back after a while and looked down at you.

“All mine.” He said and you knew when you looked in the mirror you’d find his mark. He ran his fingers back down your figure, leaving a trail of fire in his wake, he’d gotten you completely riled up, you were under his control completely now and you wouldn’t have it any other way. His fingers found your entrance as he teased it, finger lightly pressing into it as he got his finger wet with your arousal.

His finger found your clit as he began to rub it in a figure eight motion, you moaned almost pathetically at the contact. Your body reacting instantly to his touch.

“Does my little brat enjoy watching me play golf?” He asked as he continued to rub your clit.

“Yes.” You moaned out as you threw your head back at the pleasure coursing through you. He slowed his movements, he was rubbing torturously slow now. He was face to face with you now, hand planted next to your head as he hovered over you, his tight golf shirt leaving nothing to your imagination. You could see everything, as his bicep bulged from the weight of holding himself up.

“Such a whore for me on the golf course aren’t you?” He asked as he slowly sped up his movements. “Bet you’d have got on your knees and sucked my cock if I’d have asked wouldn’t you?”

“Yes Tom.” You moaned out and he breathed out a laugh.

“Always so fucking needy for me when I’m playing, just can’t behave can you?” He asked and you felt your orgasm approach.

“You just look so good Tom, I can’t help it.” You moaned out and Tom continued to work you towards an orgasm. “Tom, please. I need your tongue.” You moaned as he was kissing your neck, more than likely making another mark on your skin. He moved down your body, eyes connecting with you own as he went.

“I want you to look at me. Nowhere else, me.” He demanded, his tone sending pleasure straight through you. Accent thick from how turned on he was by this point. He moved his fingers and placed his tongue around your clit as you looked down at him, not daring to break eye contact. He placed his finger inside you and groaned against your clit when he felt your walls clench around it. “Such a greedy thing, taking everything I give you.” He said as he placed a second finger into you.

Your orgasm was fast approaching, hands pulling against the restraints as you wanted to run your fingers through his hair. His eyes never left yours as he sucked and flicked at your clit, free arm pinning your hips to the bed as you squirmed beneath him. A layer of sweat was now covering your skin. You were so close.

“Tom I’m gonna- “You started but before you could finish your sentence he withdrew from you, placing kisses up your body. “Tom what?” You choked out, as he placed a kiss on your jawline and then cheek before hovering his lips over your own.

“I need a shower.” Tom spoke, breathe hitting your face and you looked up at him in disbelief.

“But Tom.” You began to protest until he pressed a kiss to your lips.

“I told you not to tease me baby. I warned you, more than once and you still wouldn’t behave, this is your punishment for being a brat. Now behave whilst I shower and then we’ll see about that orgasm, yeah?” He spoke as he placed a final kiss to your lips and stood leaving you. You were so sexually frustrated by this point, a denied orgasm only adding to the feeling.

“Please Tom, don’t take too long.” You begged as you watched him open the en-suite door.

“Oh darling, I plan to take my sweet time about it.” He said as he placed the fingers that had been inside you into his mouth with a wink.

[peculiarpatches]

𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙮 𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙣 𝙭 𝙁!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧: 𝙅𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙮

       This is my first time writing  a Dom&Sub GXG so please be nice to me. This involves smut. Dominate Harley, submissive reader. Slapping, spanking, dirty talk, oral, fingering. I just watched Birds of Prey and thought of this halfway through, so, lmao. I hope yall like it. And remember, feedback is appreciated so please give a ‘like’ and or reblog. It’d mean the world to me. Also, if you have any suggestions, just message me and I might write them! :) lots of love. xx

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Harley was trying, damn it. Give her some credit, cut her some slack.  Try as she may, the anger and jealousy only continued to bubble up, no matter how hard she tried to swallow it down, it kept rising in the back of her throat, eager to come out and explode everywhere. That and it might be a bit of bile, too.... as gross as that may be, more than likely, yeah, it was a mixture of both. 

Harley had been drinking a lot of liquor as if the clear substance poured in the small glass shots were water rather than vodka. 

 Harley bit on her bottom lip so hard she could taste blood on the tip of her tongue. So, she continues. 

 Continues to drink until she feels every other emotion besides the bitterness feeling she was getting as she watched her best friend, (Y/N) on the dance floor.  (Y/N) and Harley were like two peas in a pod, inseparable those gals were. You'd never see Harley without (Y/N) by her side, the same way with (Y/N). They were attached  to each other like glue. 

Expect of course, right now, they were not. Harley sat, sulking, at one of the back booths of the club, eight empty glasses pushed aside, her hands holding up her face as she pouts and huffs to nobody other than herself.   

"I came here to have fun with her, not her to have fun without me," Harley whined, the pout on her face only growing bigger. Groaning, she facepalms  and shook her head from side to side, feeling frustrated tears starting to build in the corner of her eyes but she blinks them away before they could reveal themselves.  

 Her head snaps forward, so fast she swears she gets whiplash, when she hears (Y/N)'s laughter fill the air. Her laugh always caused goose bumps to bite at her skin and a chill to run up and down her back. Harley shivered as if she were cold but that was far from reality.

 In reality, Harley suddenly felt hot.  It felt as if she was on fire. 

Then she realizes, there's no use in trying to stop these feelings or try to push them away. They were bound to come out sooner or later.  (Y/N) was hers. Nobody else's.  End of story. The two have hooked up before, all of which the two were either really drunk and or had one too many pot brownies, but they have gotten together before.  

And as of right now, Harley was going to show (Y/N) just how better off she is with Harley by her side rather than some six feet muscular guy that (Y/N) was currently grinding up against. Harley growls as she stands up, trying her best not to fall as she exits out of the booth and pushes people out of the way before finding (Y/N).  "C'mon. We're leaving. Now." Harley barked, painted fingernails curling around (Y/N)'s wrist. "Well, hey there, good lookin', might I ask what you're doing, stealing away this beaut from me? If you're jealous, don't fret, love. There's more of me to go around. Sharing is caring, ain't that right, babydoll?" Harley's blood boils at the pet name he gives to (Y/N) and before she realizes it, her fist comes in contact with his face and her leg rises up as she kicks him in the groin.  "I said we're leaving." She spits.    

Taking (Y/N)'s hand, Harley drags her through the whispering crowd, half of the people laughing at how a man that tall and muscular so easily dropped to the floor with one swift movement, both from the hand and leg; others taking their phones out and snapping pictures of the scene.  Harley didn't care if people gave her glares as she walked past. Harley could care less.  She drags (Y/N) towards the back exit door, kicking it down as she then marches down to her apartment complex which wasn't even a foot away from the club. She's practically dragging (Y/N) behind her like a rag doll but she didn't care. All she cared about was showing (Y/N) who she belonged to. Once the door was open, Harley twirls around and bends forward, picking the girl up before walking inside  the small space that she called 'home'. It wasn't much but she loved it, regardless. Harley drops (Y/N) on the couch before crawling up and over her body, pinning her arms above her head.  During this whole 'meltdown' (if that's what you want to call it) (Y/N) remained quiet. As quiet as a church mouse. She didn't dare utter a single word, didn't dare say anything. She was either too drunk or too scared to speak.  "Babygirl," Harley's voice isn't soft and sweet, but sinister and cold. (Y/N)'s breath hitches and she shudders as Harley holds her face with the palm of her hand before backing her with it, earning a small gasp to spill out from (Y/N)'s lips.  

"You are in trouble, do you understand? You and your slutty fuckin' self. Who do you think you are, grinding against another man as if you want a cock when you already have a plastic one at home? Besides, is my tongue and fingers not cutting it out for you anymore, sweetheart?" Harley's  words were laced with malice and held as much venom as an Inland Taipan. 

"Don't you know who you belong to? You're mine. Always was, always will be. It's about time you realize that." Her voice is loud, booming, really, it causes (Y/N)'s ears to ring from how loud her best friend was being but all of it - the anger, the bottled up jealousy and affection exploding out of her - sent a shiver down her spine. It was also making her soaked, dripping with wetness. 

 "F-Fuck..." it's the first thing she's said all day and a bit of Harley is thankful the girl still knows how to speak, that she didn't totally scare her off with showing her dominate side.  "I'm really sorry, Harl-" "No." Harley cuts her off, pressing her fingertips to (Y/N)'s lips, smearing lipstick all over her fingers as she does so.  "You know what to call me." Harley stood up, crawling off of her best friend as she points to the couch. "Lay on your stomach, ass hanging in the air. You're getting a spanking." (Y/N) feels  warm and tingly all over and she's sure it's a combination of both being so turned on and drunk.  Either way, like a good girl, she follows orders. "Mistress..." Her voice is weak, barely above a whisper.  "I really am sorry." Her voice shook, as well as her body; every part of her was trembling and shaking. It wasn't out of fear, fuck no - she shook with nothing but excitement.    Harley shakes her head, rolling her eyes as she watches how horny - how desperate - (Y/N) was.  "Look at you, sprawled all out, legs separated, all for me to taste and to enjoy." Harley runs her hand over (Y/N)'s skirt, lifting the fabric up and touches the outside of her panties, loving the way the lace feels underneath the tips of her fingers. She was always a sucker for lace.  

Harley pulls her panties down, slowly peeling it off of her thighs and down to her ankles. Licking her lips, Harley smiles a seductive grin, her own wetness pooling inbetween her thighs.  (Y/N) was beautiful, without a doubt. 

More and more, each second of each passing day, Harley found herself falling more and more in love with the girl.  She loved everything about the girl. She could list off everything, tell all of it to (Y/N) but that'd take way too long and she felt as if time was running out and all Harley - really - wanted to do was taste (Y/N) on her tongue, in her mouth.  

Harley guides her fingers across (Y/N)'s ass, ghostly brushing along the skin before picking her hand up and slamming it down, earning a loud whimper and yelp to come from (Y/N)'s lips. "Fuck.... more, please, mistress, give me more. I've been so bad, such a naughty little thing, I deserve it. Please."    Harley grinned wickedly, giggling softly as she raises her hand again and lifts it back down. One slap followed another which followed another.  (Y/N) was begging for it and Harley fucking loved every single second of it.   "I know you deserve it because you're a slut, aren't you, princess? You're a filthy, dirty whore." Harley slams her hand onto (Y/N)'s ass again, rougher than the previous ones. 

 (Y/N) whimpers and pushes back up against Harley's hand, nodding eagerly. "Y-yes.... need to be punished. Please, punish me."  (Y/N) sobs, broken little cries falling from her mouth.  "That's just what you want, isn't it, baby?" Harley cooed, taking her hand off of (Y/N)'s bottom before reaching down and gazing her thumb over (Y/N)'s cute little clit.  

 "You want to be punished, don't you? Because you like it, right? Love it when I fuck you with a fake, plastic cock. Love the feeling of my fingers being buried deep inside your cunt. You love all of it - punishment or no punishment - because you're a fucking slut."  (Y/N)'s whines are - somehow - even louder than before and she's nodding rapidly, Harley giggles at the sight because her movements remind her of a bobblehead.  "Please," (Y/N) begged.  "Please, fuck me. Give it to me, nice and rough, just the way I like it. Show me who I belong to, Harley.... mistress, I meant... Mistress, please... I want it. I need it. I want your fingers, your tongue, anything, please." Harley knows by the sound of her voice, (Y/N) has tears in her eyes and she's willing to be fucked just by anything at this point.  "Filthy thing, you are." Harley murmurs, licking her lips before sinking to the floor. "Turn over, baby. Let's see how soaked you are."  Doing as she's told, (Y/N) rolls over and sits up, back against the cushions of the couch as she displays her pussy for Harley.  "Want Mistress to fuck you, huh? Fuck your tight little core until you're sore in the morning and can't walk without a limp? Want me to mark you up so everybody knows you're mine?"  All (Y/N) does is nod, far too flustered for words. "Say it. I want to hear you say it." Harley growled as her fingers shove their way inside (Y/N)'s eager and dripping wet cunt.  Moaning, (Y/N) nods as she throws her head back. "Mark me, Har. Make me your bitch. Fuck me like you hate me, please."   Harley smiles widely as she adds another finger, happily going to do exactly that.     "You're so tight, baby girl.... fucking dripping on my fingers." Harley cooed as she scissors her fingers back and forth, pushing and pulling, twisting and turning.  Before (Y/N) has any time to reply, or even say anything at all,  Harley's mouth is at her heat and (Y/N) groans at the sudden and unexpected gesture.  Harley hums, sending vibrations all over (Y/N)'s body. This causes her hips to jerk upward, moan after moan slipping out of her mouth. 

Harley swirls her tongue back and forth, inside and out, making sure her pussy wasn't going to go untouched. Every part of her womanhood,  she licked and sucked on.  Harley gazed up and a blush washes over her cheeks as she notices (Y/N) had already been looking down at her. 

 She was sparkling, loving the triumph at the mess she was making out of her dear and lovely best friend.  (Y/N) could feel that white and hot tension building in the pit of her stomach. Her entire body was broken out with goose bumps and she was shaking, trembling like a leaf. 

Her moans grew louder in volume, more high pitched, her nails dug into the cushion of the couch and as she closes her eyes, she's quick to reopen them due to the fact Harley had stopped what she was doing.  "Hey, I was enjoying myself-" "This is a punishment, remember, doll? Now, be a good girl and eat my pussy out. You were born to be my good pussy eater, weren't you? So, get to work. Get to pleasing me; your Mistress."  (Y/N) grunts, loving the foul language she spoke as she gets off the couch and falls to her knees, quick to put her mouth to good use.  Above her, Harley hummed in delight, slowly rocking her hips back and forth against (Y/N)'s warm and wet mouth. "There ya go... there's my good girl." Harley purred, lids fluttering close as she enjoys the way (Y/N)'s tongue feels against her clit.  

 Harley hadn't known how worked up she was until a few seconds pass and just as quickly as they started, she's spilling all her fluids and juices onto (Y/N)'s face, coating her skin with her cum.  "Fuck... 'm sorry about that, princess...... You just had me so worked up. Really, I've been thinkin about you all day. And I saw you with that guy and I just.... I got a little jealous, y'know?"  "No reason to be," (Y/N) replied, licking off the remains of Harley's orgasm off of her lips. "I was just havin' some fun. Besides, like you said, I'm yours. Always will be, always have been. Now, enough of this mushy chick flick moment, are you going to pound me and wreck me or not?"  Harley laughs and nods, taking (Y/N) up off of her feet and kisses her, not minding the taste of herself on her best friend - well, girlfriend's - lips.   "Let's go then, shall we?"  (Y/N) giggles loudly as Harley, as she had done before, lifts her up and carries her off to the bedroom.   "We're together now though, right?" "Yes, of course, dumbass."  "Just needed that confirmed."  "Of course, baby, I love you. I’m sorry I had such a hard time admitting that until today... Now, open that mouth up and let me choke you with this fake cock before I dick you down with it."

[ff-imagines]

Can i request some nsfw headcanons for mantis shrimp? I read through your blog and let me just say: I'm a big fan. Btw if you dont wanna do them thats fine as well

Salt and pepper shrimp: nsfw alphabet

I did the whole alphabet bc? Why not! Side note I rly wanna write a fic going off my thoughts ab his experience level >:)

A - aftercare

Look, getting him to release you from his hold to go to the bathroom on a regular night is a battle enough. After sex? Phew I wish you luck. Might wanna just put some water on your night stand beforehand. You would be able to convince him to take a bath with you pretty easily though, he likes how the warm water feels very much. Make sure to cuddle him in the bath still, he's in a very vulnerable state right now and he really needs some good old tlc.

B- body parts

he’s got a weird fixation with your hands. He likes to compare hand sizes, whether your hands are bigger or smaller isn’t what he likes, he just likes to admire them. He loves sucking/biting your fingers while he’s got you in his lap. Lacing your fingers with his with one hand while bringing the other to his cheek, nuzzling into your hand while he bounces you on his cock.

On himself, there is tragically little that he genuinely likes. He views himself as a weapon, getting him to unlearn that will not be an easy process, trust me, Boston has tried. Complimenting his eyes does seem to make him a little more flustered than other praises, and he has a hard time staring you in the eye during sex…. maybe we can start there.

C - cum

His cum is pretty thin but there’s a shit ton of it. Enough that if he cums inside you swear you can feel the warmth as his cock pours rope and rope of his seed into you.

He doesn’t actually care where he cums, just ask him and he’ll comply.

inside you? sounds good.

On your back? Say less.

On the floor? You’re cleaning it, but sure.

He did discover he’s got an affinity for watching his cum on your tongue. I don’t know how you’d be able to swallow it all, but any attempt you make will be met with shrimp getting hard all over again.

D - dirty secret

He secretly thinks it’d be really hot for you to dom him. It’s gonna take a very long time before he’s comfortable letting you have that Linda control over him, just the thought of being tied up, hands behind his back while you praise him for being such a good boy, its a fantasy he’s visited on many sleepless nights.

E - experience

Nope. Nada. To be frank, I think he’s the definition of Demisexual, and he has yet to meet anyone besides Boston and the anti-human gang who he genuinely wants to get to know better. He definitely hasn’t met anyone who wants to get to know better for romantic reasons.

He doesn’t know enough about human customs to know that it can be embarrassing for someone to be inexperienced, but he does feel very very nervous the first few times. He’ll need a lot of reassurance, give him praise and he’s putty in your hands.

F - favorite position

I'm gonna be boring and say missionary. It’s simple, easy, and since he’s brand new to all of this it’s the least mentally overstimulating. He very much likes that he can see your face.

If he’s feeling extra spicy he might grab onto the inside of your knees and push you into the mating press, though he really only does this if he’s upset or jealous.

If you ask nicely he might let you sit in his lap, as a treat. Bouncing on his cock as he litters your chest with bite marks, what a treat it is <3

G - goofy

…. yea for sure definitely. He’s a real jokester.

On a serious note, he himself is not a goofy person whatsoever, but he would actually like it if you were. Outright making fun of him or harsh teasing is an immediate turn off, but light jokes to ease his nerves is for sure welcomed since he’s very tense the first few times.

Give him time and you might even catch him cracking a small joke himself, all the while giving you a weak, nervous smile.

H- hair

He doesn’t trim or shave anything lmao. He’s busy, and also doesn’t care literally at all. He’s got a thin happy trail that can be easy to miss since he's blonde.

He’s got the same energy with your body hair, he doesn’t care. If you do shave he might ask why, just out of curiosity. If your reason is insecurity, he’ll probably suggest you let it grow, he doesn’t care and he’s the only one who’ll ever see it lmao

I- intimacy

It’s an awkward “i hope to fuck I’m doing this right” kind of intimacy. He fumbles and messes up a lot, he might even accidentally miss when thrusting and end up just kinda rubbing himself on you but he’s really trying. Just from the fact he’s willing to try this at all with you is a big sign that he’s really trying his best to be as intimate as he can with you.

J- jerk off

Before meeting you, not a lot actually. He mostly just did it if he ever woke up from a wet dream and knew that if he didn’t take care of it now he’d never be able to get back to sleep.

After your first time together, his first time, he thinks back the immeasurable pleasure a lot, finding himself in need of relief a lot more than he ever did before. You are the catalyst to his drive, and you are also the only thing he can think about that can help him cum. It’s kinda sweet in a perverted way.

K- Kinks

He will bite you. It’s just so easy to bruise you and it makes your relationship status to others so obvious, he can’t just… not bite you.

Marking, going along with the biting kink. This goes both ways, he’d love for you to scratch at his back enough to leave red marks, to bite as his collarbone, grip his hips tight enough to bruise. He likes looking at the marks later, they remind him that he did good, he made you feel good, that’s all he really wants.

He doesn’t exactly have a breeding kink as much as this goes along with the marking aspect. Suggest to him that he cum deep inside you to mark your insides… he might give you 2-3 loads just to make sure you're nice and full, completely claimed.

He also kinda likes to make you cry. Overstimulating you to the point of tears gives him a sense of pride he hasn’t really felt before.

He really likes temperature play as well, dragging ice cubes and hot wax across your skin and watching you flinch and squirm just does something to him.

And of course, light bondage. He probably found out it was a thing after reading some kinda erotic fiction and immediately went to you like “why did you not tell me about this?????” He adores how to look all tied up and stuck, right in the palm of his hands. It makes him feel emotional as well, that you’re willing to give him such a powerful amount of control over you.

Last but not least, please praise him. During sex as well as day to day. Let him know he’s so pretty, he’s doing so good, he’s cock feels so so good, he might cum on the spot.

L- location

The first time he’d really need it to be in a secluded, safe area. He’s gotta feel comfy if he’s gonna get into the mood.

Every other time? Babes you’ve awakened a beast, he’ll get random spikes of “if I don’t at least try to fuck them I will scream”. You could be in the middle of a forest running from an axe wielding murderer and this horny bastard would still find a way to pull you aside and rail you against a tree.

There most likely isn’t a spot in your home that he hasn’t fucked you against.

Peaceful moment of washing dishes? Think again, he’s plopping you on the kitchen counter and diving to mouth at your neck.

Writing some papers? Just sit on his lap, you’ll feel much less stressed with his cock buried to the hilt, won’t you?

Doing laundry? Might have to rewash them cause now he’s using the clothes as a bed to fuck you on. He’ll apologize and help you fold them after they’re rewashed bc he feels bad lmao

M- motivation

Like I said, he’s set off by the smallest things. A little stretch, wiping some water off on your pants, humming a song, all of it can randomly make him feel the need to fuck you.

The most intense and quickest way to rile him up is either playing with his hair, or massaging his back. It starts out innocent but he just can’t take the thought of your pretty hands working so lovingly and not at least trying to reciprocate and make you feel good too.

N- no

No sharing. He doesn’t want someone else to see you, and he doesn’t want someone else to see him. It’s just not something he likes.

He also hates humiliation. He… would tolerate it if you asked for it, even if he doesn’t get why you’d want him to outright insult you. But for himself? Fuck no, he hates it so fuckin much. He’s a sensitive insecure puppy that wants your attention very badly, pls don’t hurt him like that :(

O- oral

Oh please give him oral. He’s begging. Well, he’d never outright beg but the way his eyes fixate on your mouth a lot is his way of silently pleading for you to wrap your lips around his cock. His soul ascends a little every time he sees his cum dribbling down your face, he might be even willing to make out with his cum still on your tongue.

As for giving, he’s got no clue what the hell he’s doing but he’s nervously eager to try. Guide him as best you can, he’s good at measuring your reactions so he can handle the rest. Tug on his hair a little bit if you wanna drive him crazy.

He’ll get a lot better with time, his eagerness to please however, does not leave him in the slightest.

P- pace

The first time? Slow and unsure, then he realizes “oh fuck this feels stupid good” and his pace becomes almost punishing. He doesn’t really know what he’s doing, he’s unknowingly going deeper and harder than you've ever been dicked down in your life. If you want him to, somehow, go harder? Grab his hand and place it over your stomach to make him feel his cock enter you through your skin, his hand slides down to grip your hips and slams into you, wiggling his hips without withdrawing to gain some of his sanity back before he’s back to a punishing pace.

Q- quickies

Oh hell yea. He lives for them. Sudden moments of horniness come to him all the time and since this spike in desire is brand new, he hasn’t really… learned to live with it yet. He pulls you aside into closets and alleyways all the time, he can’t help that you feel so warm and snug :(

R- risk

He doesn’t exactly enjoy the thought of a voyeur, he really doesn’t want to share you with anyone. But… there is a deeper part of him that finds a sense of pride if someone were to hear you getting absolutely pounded by him, desperately crying out and whining for him to go deeper, even better if they were someone who pined for you….

S- stamina

Well, to be frank he cums pretty quickly. It’s all so brand new to him, he really can’t help it. Lucky for you, his refractory time is crazy low. He can cum once, watch you do some mindless motion you always do and he’s right back to being hard again in minutes.

T- toys

Not against it, but is again, brand new to all this shit. He’s very interested in using your own toys against you though. Would definetly use a vibrater to edge and overstim you. He’d be interested in a cock ring, only if you were willing to endure a vibrator while he fucks you, he doesn’t wanna be the only one struggling lmao

U- unfair

He can be, yea. He kinda likes edging you, but not as much as he likes overstimulating you.

He loves to hear how you beg under him when he’s pulling you so close to the edge, keeping you just far enough to drive you insane.

Overstimming though? The way you twitch and beg, how your chest heaves and your mouth hangs open into a silent scream, eyes shut tight and watering, now that’s the good shit.

V- volume

Doesn’t talk much, but for sure gives out a lot of groans. This is something he’s never felt before in his life, the first few times you're going to get a lot of whines and surprised yelps, check up on him and make sure he’s still doing alright, he’s just very nervous.

As he gets more comfortable, he gives you quiet praises and promises to make you feel good. He also groans quite a lot, but since his voice is deeper it can be hard to catch.

W- wild card

He really wants to try using his prosthetic arm for temperature play, he’s just not at all confident in himself enough to bring it up. He likes the thought of you jumping and squirming under his touch, for now he can just stick to wax play.

X- X Ray

Mans is actually pretty fuckin big. He’s got no idea how big he is though. If you were surprised and a little nervous about his size he’d be pretty confused, is there something wrong? Did you change your mind? The concept of him being well above average is something you’ll have to explain later. It boosts his ego quite bit, even if he’d never admit it.

Whine about him being too big and you can just see the pride swelling in his chest, giving you no mercy with his thrusts.

Y- yearning

Often. Very very often. He’d fuck you multiple times every day if he had the time. However, you’re both busy, and you’d probably get a UTI with how many times this man wants to dick you down lmao. He’s got his cock buried in you at least 4-5 times a week.

Z- zzz

Actually pretty quickly. Even if he prefers being in control during sex, he kinda likes being the little spoon as he drifts to sleep. Give him some soft praises about how well he did and he’s turning into jello in your hold.

[haikyuucute]

Piss Me Off (Kuroo Tetsurou)

Summary: In an attempt to get back at Kuroo’s teasing, you pull a stunt that has him needing to teach you a little lesson

Warnings: dom!Kuroo, degredation, some choking... this is just all nsfw

Word Count: 2.6k

You made a mistake.

It seemed like a good idea at first, but now... not so much.

Kuroo Tetsurou was an insufferable tease. His teammates knew this, his classsmates knew this, rivaling teams especially knew it. But no one knew it better than you did.

Whether he was teasing you over a silly mistake you made in your homework, somehow having the audacity to make fun of your bed head, or when he was sending you inappropriate texts just to get you hot and bothered, you fully knew the extent of the Master of Provocation’s talent when it came to the matter.

And for once— once, you thought it would be a good idea to get back at him after he spent most of the day teasing you.

Your parents were out for the night and were supposed to come home sometime tomorrow night, so naturally, you invited Kuroo to come to your place after practice and sleep over. With the promise of having all night together, he took every chance during the day to leave lingering touches or whisper something dirty in your ear.

He was relentless and by the end of the day you were already soaked through your panties... so you decided to take matters into your own hands and give him a taste of his own medicine.

What was the worst that could happen?

It seemed like a reasonable question at first but as you replayed the scene in your head, you should’ve known better than to provoke the Master of Provocation himself.

After the last class of the day, you dragged Kuroo into the gym’s storage room and in seconds had his back pressed against a wall as you climbed to your knees, hands undoing his belt and pants.

He had been more than pleased with seeing how desperate he had made you throughout the day, grunts of your name slipping past his lips as he carded his fingers through your hair when you took his cock in your mouth.

The timing was perfect. He was this close to cumming down your throat, when you both heard Yamamoto asking where Kuroo was from just outside the storage room.

He ignored it of course, but you on the other hand... you pulled away, ripping his orgasm from him.

He stared at you in confusion and surprise, as a satisfied smirk made its way to your lips and you giggled.

You stood up, grabbing your bag. ”I guess you can’t keep your team waiting, Captain.”

It was as if time itself had stopped as you slowly watched the realization dawn on him as he finally understood what was happening.

You suddenly remembered how easy it was to forget how intimidating Kuroo could be.

”Are you trying to piss me off kitten, cause you succeeded,” his words were steady— the complete opposite of what you were aiming for, which was for a flustered reaction, a reaction that would’ve been more akin to your own if the tables were turned.

Your resolve suddenly crumbled, “I—“

”Get back on your knees, you’re not leaving me like this,” he said, gripping his cock and slowly pumping, all the while keeping his hooded gaze on your form.

From the sheer strictness in his tone you almost did as he said— almost.

You don’t know what came over you. Maybe you still felt the tiniest bit of satisfaction for getting one over Kuroo after all this time, or maybe you wanted to see what he would do if you denied him, but you straightened your back and tried your best at collecting yourself.

”W-well maybe you’ll think twice before teasing me all day,” you bit down on your lip, as you started backing away towards the exit.

”(F/N)—“

”And I wasn’t kidding, you don’t want to be late for practice. I’ll see you later—“

”(F/N), I fucking swear, if you leave—!“

”Bye, Tetsu~”

With that, you were able to successfully sneak out of the storage room without the team noticing before making your way out of the gym.

The fact that he used your first name instead of one of his pet names for you sent a chill down your spine.

You knew you’d be in for it later... you just didn’t think it would be this bad—

Your head was swimming, you couldn’t think and every nerve ending was on fire— you didn’t know how much more you could handle, he had been at if for god knows how long now, and you were close to tears.

You were completely naked except for your panties, your back to Kuroo’s chest and legs hooked over his own, keeping you spread open for him as his fingers teased you through the material covering your pussy. And while you were naked yourself, he was still completely clothed as he sat behind you.

He went back and forth from slipping his hand into your panties and sliding his fingers into your swollen cunt, fingering you until you were so close to cumming, before pulling his fingers back out, instead running them over your clothed slit and playing with your clit while you calmed down from what would’ve been another orgasm. His other arm was wrapped tightly around your waist, keeping you from squirming so much.

He ignored you the entire time, he had put a movie on in front of the two of you and directed his attention to the screen, ignoring every whine and moan you made— every incoherent cry of his name.

Another desperate whine escaped your lips and you sniffled, as he pulled his fingers out of you for the umpteenth time.

Your pussy ached, lips puffy and clit swollen— and you were so uncomfortably wet.

”T-Tetsu... please..” you whimpered, not even caring in the slightest how pathetic you sounded anymore, “‘M sorry—please.”

By some chance, he finally— finally— said something.

“If you’re gonna keep whining like a whore, maybe I should gag you like one too.” He scoffed.

“..Tetsu...”

He turned his gaze down towards you, face hard as he raised an eyebrow, “What did I just say?” he asked rhetorically, fingers slowly circling your clit through your panties.

You bit your lip, blinking back the tears that wanted to fall as you stared off to the side, trying your best to not moan at the feeling of his fingers.

He sighed at the pathetic display, the arm wrapped around your waist, letting go so he could wrap his hand around your throat and direct your gaze upwards at him.

”You brought this upon yourself kitten,” he hummed, “I wanted to fuck you so bad tonight and make you cum over and over again, but then you had to go and pull that little stunt.”

You couldn’t help the desperate whine that escaped you, “I’m sorry!— Please, I want your cock, I want you to fuck me — I just thought—“

”No,” he suddenly slipped two fingers in your mouth, keeping you from speaking, “You didn’t think, that was the problem. You don’t get to get away with acting like a whore and not expect to get punished. So you’re gonna be the good little slut I know you can be and take every second of this, right kitten?”

A slightly strangled whimper left your throat, a few tears finally escaping, but you nodded.

”Good,” he hummed, pulling his fingers out of your mouth, instead deciding to toy with one of your nipples, “It’s funny how you think you still deserve my cock after what you pulled.” He idly commented as he turned his full attention to your pussy, once again slipping his fingers into your panties, “It’s a shame too— look how fucking wet you are, you completely ruined your panties, soaked right through ‘em.” He dipped the tip of his middle finger in your pussy, groaning at how easily it slipped in. “Bet my cock would slip right in.”

“Fuck~” a quiet breathy moan escaped you as you squirmed against his hand, your own hands clinging onto his bicep for support.

”So needy,” he hummed, as he spread you wider with his legs. With that he pressed his index finger in as well before slipping the two digits in you, “Clenching around my fingers so hard,” he grunted, rutting his cock against your lower back.

You couldn’t stop yourself from wrapping a hand around his wrist and grinding down, much to Kuroo’s distaste, he quickly pulled your hand away with his free one, before slipping his fingers out of you and smacking your clit. You yelped, your whole body jerking at the impact.

”Behave. Don’t make this worse for yourself, I’ll drag this out even longer if I need to until you learn your lesson,” his fingers slid back into your pussy.

”But I have,” you whined, “I have learned my lesson.”

He hummed, curling his fingers into you, “I think you’re definitely getting there pretty girl,” his fingers sped up, thrusting and curling right into your g-spot, making more tears slip out as you hung onto every bit of pleasure he was giving you. “Beg,” he suddenly grunted, “Let me hear how badly you want my cock.” A sudden stream of pleads left your lips, some coherent and others incoherent. He tsked, “I think you can do better than that kitten. Y’know my hand’s pretty tired, maybe I should just stop and take a break— make you ruin a different pair of panties in an hour or so—“

“No-!” You yelped, cutting him off, “Please, please, please Tetsu— I want— need your cock. ‘M so wet Captain— please fuck me into the mattress—“

”Hmm, that’s better.” But just when you thought he was going to let you cum on his fingers, he pulled them out again, making a broken cry fall from your lips. But he quickly soothed your panic with his next words, “Hands and knees, I think you finally learned your lesson.”

You shakily did as he told you, unhooking your legs from his knees, quickly sliding your panties off, and scrambling onto your knees, supporting yourself on your elbows.

It was a position that usually made you feel flustered from how vulnerable it made you feel, but all you could think about was Kuroo finally letting you cum.

You felt the mattress shift beneath you as he moved behind you.

He shrugged off his red volleyball jacket before pulling his t-shirt over his head and tossing the two off to the side. He made sure to take his time as you shivered with anticipation.

But Kuroo was an impatient person himself sometimes and as soon as he pushed his sweatpants past his hips, he hissed when his cock sprung free. He had been painfully hard for a while now and needed a release almost as bad as you did.

He leaned over, reaching for your nightstand for a condom.

As quickly as he could, he tore one open and rolled it onto his length before he shifted forward, the head of his cock brushing your entrance, and dipping in ever so slightly.

“No more teasing Tetsurou,” you whined out.

You couldn’t see the shit eating grin that painted his lips as he did what he did next, “Alright kitten. No more teasing.” And with that he slid in and snapped into you hard, jolting you forward.

With a loud moan your upper body fell to the mattress and you buried your face in the sheets. Kuroo groaned as well, a deep guttural one as he gripped your hips in a bruising hold.

”So fucking tight,” he grunted, pulling out and snapping into you once again.

He continued these sharp thrusts and soon fell into a rhythm, his thrusts hard and fast. The only sounds in the room were your moans mixing with Kuroo’s grunts, the sound of skin slapping against skin, and the quiet drone of the movie that still played in front of the two of you.

You fisted the sheets tightly, burying your face into them as your moans got louder and louder. With how sensitive you were from before combined with Kuroo’s brutal pace, you were practically screaming at this point.

One of his hands left your hip, tangling into your hair and pulling your head up, “Wanna hear you,“ Kuroo grunted, as the sounds you made now rang freely throughout your bedroom. “Taking me so well kitten— such a good little cockslut— fuck— you’re fucking dripping— can hardly keep my cock from slipping out— from how soaked you are,” he teased.

Your moans were the only response he got, making him smirk.

”Can’t even fucking speak, can you?” He asked with a breathy laugh, his hips snapping into you even harder, “You close yet pretty girl?”

“Y-y—yes,” you managed to get out.

The next thing you knew, Kuroo was pulling you up like you weighed nothing, your back flush to his chest, with your head lolling back on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around your middle to hold you up while his other hand snaked down to your pussy to toy with your clit. High pitched moans escaped you as he continued to fuck into you roughly.

Kuroo crashed his lips against yours as your head was tilted back, kissing you messily. You had trouble keeping up with how much your head was spinning, making the kiss a mess of teeth and tongue. You raised a hand and wound it into his messy black locks, needing something to hold on to.

He pulled back, gazing down at you and how fucked out you were. Dried tears on your cheeks as you trembled, face completely screwed up in pleasure. “Fuck, just look at you kitty— you’re a fucking mess— just a little slut for my cock,” he groaned, close to cumming.

“Fuck— ‘m gonna-“ you gasped out.

”Cum?” He finished for you, “Cum then. Be a good girl and cum all over my cock.”

With a few more sharp thrusts, you keened loudly as you came hard— one of the hardest orgasms you ever had. Kuroo followed not too far behind as he moaned loudly, muffling it against your neck.

The two of you rode out your climaxes together, Kuroo holding onto you tightly as you slumped against him as soon as you came down from your high.

You both panted hard, and you finally felt how exhausted you truly were after that as your whole body ached.

Kuroo gently lowered you back down onto the bed, quickly tossing out the condom before he was pulling you into him and wrapping his body around yours protectively.

”Good girl,” he muttered breathlessly, pressing a kiss to your forehead and carding his fingers through your hair, “You okay kitten?”

You nodded wordlessly as you buried your face in his neck, breathing in his scent.

”It wasn’t too much for you to handle?”

”No,” you softly answered.

”I wasn’t too mean before?”

You shook your head, “No... but I’m never doing dumb shit like that again to mess with you.” You mumbled lazily.

He chuckled, “Y’know what? Feel free to, it’s kinda fun having to punish you when you act like a brat.”

“You just like having an excuse to tease me more,” you huffed.

“Hm that’s definitely a plus,” he sighed, sitting up, “Let’s get you cleaned up now and head to bed. Since I didn’t get to fuck you how I originally wanted to tonight, we have a lot of lost time to make up for before your parents come back tomorrow,” he grinned down at you devilishly, making your eyes widen. With that he picked you up and carried you to the bathroom to run a bath.

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A/N: Oof I’m still working through a writers block so I ended up revising this fic five times and proof reading this final draft three times. And I just— my brain is fried.... But now it’s time to start the Iwaizumi smut I’ve been planning lolol

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Six Phases 006 Pt 2

Originally posted by exo-stentialism

Who knew it nearly took 6 months to win your heart, and 6 phases for Baekhyun to lose his mind.

A/N: sorry not sorry 😇🚗💨🔥

[ contains: romance, fluff, angst, & smut ]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3  P(1) P(2) | Part 4 P(1) P(2) | Part 5 P(1)  P(2) | Part 6 P(1)  P(2)✓ ----- P(3)   P(4) 

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Somehow, waking up early on Saturday mornings had become a routine since that weekend. Between the plague-like thoughts that disrupted my sleep and how Baekhyun cutely requested for breakfast the next morning, I dragged my tired body out of bed and quickly whipped up some bacon with scrambled eggs. He insisted that my cooking was the best before the flavor even settled fully onto his tongue, counteracting my every protest with flustering compliments. I recall accidentally telling him he was full of shit—it was only a simple meal, after all. What is that compared to the hundreds of fancy restaurants he has dined in?

"Your food tastes like home," He argued between pacifying whines, back-hugging me in a way that always weakens my defenses. I begrudgingly agreed after convincing him to have turkey bacon from time to time. Pork has its place, and I preferably don't enjoy the breakfast variety all too often.

It's ridiculous what lengths I would go for this infuriatingly attractive man. If my weekend to-do list full of breakfast, groceries, and laundry is anything to go by, I wouldn't oppose being considered as "whipped" for him. It is what it is, man.

Every Saturday I am up and running by the time the sunlight breaks over the horizon. Regardless of how late I end up sleeping the night before, my eyes automatically open between the hours of 6 and 7; ready to climb out of bed as quietly as possible. Thankfully Baekhyun is a heavy sleeper who is content with hugging my pillow to his chest while I sneak off to the kitchen.

The aches in my body become very apparent the moment my foot touches the carpeted floor of our bedroom, a familiar feeling—welcomed almost, though I'd never tell Baekhyun that. His ego when it comes to things like this is big enough as it is.

Suppressing a shiver at the wintry morning air, I reach for his discarded shirt from the night before, tsking quietly at the two buttons missing from the top of the material. I swear he's the most annoyingly endearing man I've ever met. There's no other explanation for why I'm already planning what time to sew the buttons back on, carefully picking them up from the floor and leaving them on top of our shared dresser.

Luckily the remaining buttons are enough to shield my shoulders from the cold of the large apartment; the bottom of the shirt brushing against the back of my thighs as I make my way out into the hallway, gently closing the door behind me. In times like these I am grateful for Baekhyun's habit of leaving his house-slippers right outside of our bedroom. I rarely use mine despite his constant chastising. Some things in life are better bare.

Slipping into the slippers with ease, a smile tugs at my lips while shuffling quietly down the hallway. I usually keep breakfast simple: scrambled eggs, a few strips of bacon—maybe a pancake or two on a particularly good morning. Today, however, I'm in the mood for something more. Omelets, cinnamon buns, and the little sausages Baekhyun has adored lately.

Checking on the buns in the small conventional oven on the counter, I whisk away at the raw eggs that will make up Baekhyun's omelet, smoothing out the yolk entirely. A light breeze and soft kiss pressed to my shoulder break me out of my concentration. I could recognize those pouty lips anywhere.

"You're up early," I murmur, leaning back against his chest. Tilting my head up, I smile at his cute sleepy expression.

"Mmm," He manages to capture my lips in an upside-down kiss that melts me to my very core, his warm fingers seeping through the fabric of my borrowed shirt. "What are you up to?"

"Breakfast," I breathe, cheeks warming as he pulls away, quickly checking on the sizzling frying pan in front of me before he can catch me admiring his bare torso. "I got the sausages you like, Bae."

"Bae?"

The top of my head nearly slams into the bottom of the cabinets as I freeze in my tracks, frying pan clutched in hand. Shit, did I say that out loud? My face might as well be 50 shades of red. "I—I mean-"

Baekhyun plants a kiss on my head that throws my every thought out the window. "I love you." He hums, hugging me warmly before walking to the dining table. The view of his bare back as he runs a hand through his sleep-tousled hair is way too captivating for six-thirty in the damn morning.

I put my attention back on the pan, hurriedly removing it from the burner to slide the sausages onto a tray. 30 more seconds and I would have burned the damn things had I not shaken myself back into focus. "Jenny and the gang are coming over today."

"Today?"

I raise a brow at his tone. The high-pitched inquiry of his voice at the mention of his friends is a little suspect. Who was the genius that bragged so much about my BBQ short ribs everyone ended up inviting themselves over to our apartment? Shouldn't he remember our plans for tonight?

"Yes?" I drag out, tilting my head, looking at him skeptically with a hand on my hip, raising my spatula. "Did you forget?"

His silent form sitting rigidly at the table is enough of an answer. "N-" I raise my other brow. "Erm—M-Maybe?"

"Uh-huh." If he wasn't so adorable after just waking up with his lips tutted in a confused pout, I would give him hell. "I bought groceries yesterday, so we're only missing the wine-"

"I'm on it." Baekhyun perks up in his chair as if douched in cold water, pulling his phone out of nowhere. "Hyerin," He murmurs groggily, fumbling clumsily for a couple of seconds and slapping it to his ear in his hurry. "I need a bottle of Dom Perignon by 6:30. Thank you." The call is over in the span of 10 seconds. He sets the device next to his glass of orange juice on the table, busying himself with gulping down half of its contents. It takes a while for him to notice my bewildered gaze. "What?" He mumbles; orange pulp on his pouty lips.

I narrow my eyes, lowering the grease-covered frying pan back to the stove. "Who was that?" And how the fuck you just ordering Dom Perignon as if it doesn't cost my entire education expenses? If you just bought the $50k edition, I swear, Byun Baekhyun—"My new secretary." He yawns, stretching his arms above his head with a soft, content smile. "Come here." He mumbles, opening them towards me, his sleepy brown orbs fluttering sluggishly. "I miss you."

For a moment I just stare at him. "I'm right here..." I mutter softly, growing more aware of his current state by the minute. Those dark circles are committing the worst crime by being on his precious face. Carefully sliding his omelet onto a plate followed by a few pieces of sausage, I can't help laughing a little to myself at the comparison of our meals. His omelet managed to come out better than the one I made for me, perfectly solid compared to my result of scrambled eggs. No matter what, he gets the very best from me—I'm taking the biggest cinnamon bun though. That delicious treat has my name written all over it, it's mine for the taking. Besides, I can risk a sugar-crash unlike Mr. 12 hour shifts over there. Noting his drowsy form nodding off at the table, I quickly reach over to start the coffeemaker.

The smile that lights up his face as I present his food to him makes up for the few seconds I burnt my hand earlier, trying my best not to burn our whole apartment down. Note to self: never daydream about eventful Friday nights while leaning over a hot stove. Had I been slower to react, I'd be nursing my hand back to health with a frazzled boyfriend refusing to let me so much as brush my teeth on my own—it gets overwhelming after the first day, trust me.

Settling down on his lap under the persuasive encouragements falling from his irresistible lips, I hold up a piece of sausage to shush his drowsy mumblings. As cute as he is, he needs his morning protein before he can wake up and function properly. Especially after working 60 hours two weeks in a row. I respect his enthusiasm as a semi-workaholic myself, but damn am I worried. What kind of crazily time-consuming clothing line is going on in his beautiful head this time?

Baekhyun finishes his juice while I pick at my food, lazily twirling his hair between my fingers. Some days I ask myself why I’m still here, why I still try, why I continue on in this relationship that has more blurred lines than direct answers about our future. To tell the truth... I never expected to fall in love again. I never saw this coming—never saw him coming, when my sole way of survival has been spotting things from miles away. How did it come to this? How the hell did this man sneak past all my defenses so easily?

Maybe it was the smile he shot my way the first time we met or the way we had danced that Friday night, his body seeming to match so perfectly with mine. His comforting presence and sweet, brown eyes that hold all the stars in the universe. The countless late nights he has spent looking after me when I caught the flu from a combination of lack of sleep, stress, and poor life choices. He's always been there—always been here with me, but why… Why isn’t it enough? What is missing? How can I strip this weight off my chest that suffocates me more by the day?

"Baby?" Baekhyun's warm voice caresses my ear, comforting arms tightening around me.

"What if it happens again?" Jenny's worried face flashes vividly in my mind.

The memories come pouring in, making my mouth go dry as a lump forms in my throat. It takes everything in me to drag my eyes up to meet Baekhyun's inquiring orbs, plastering on another smile. The gesture is easier to manage with every sweet kiss his soft pillows plant on my lips. His heart-fluttering touch distracts my hyperactive mind for a while.

"Damn, Riley." Chanyeol practically moans, the sampling spoon I had offered him left to dangle pre-cautiously between his fingers. "Had I known you could cook like this, I would have come soon—ah!"

"Yah," Baekhyun scowls as I take the last serving plate from the counter to the table with a bashful smile, passing the tall man clutching the back of his head. "That's my girlfriend you're talking about." He mutters, lowering his hand, voice deepening in an unfairly attractive manner. "Watch your mouth."

"Geez." The giant huffs, glaring at him under the veil of his blonde hair. "You'd think you two were married with that—okay, okay!"

"When you two are done." The over-the-top chirp of my voice catches their attention; both their eyes widening like guilty little kids caught with their hands in a cookie jar. "Dinner is ready."

"Don't let me eat it all." Jongdae drawls, throwing an arm over the back of Jenny's chair, looking at them lazily, his brown eyes glinting mischievously. "Remember what happened last time."

Baekhyun and Chanyeol scramble for their seats as if their asses have been set on fire; an unusually quiet Jongin follows behind them, carrying a plate I forgot all about.

"Thank you." I gasp, quickly making room for the forgotten dish. "Set it down here, please."

Jongin nods, setting down the plate of cucumber salad next to the servings of Bulgogi. "I'm sorry Kyungsoo couldn't make it." He mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck. "Something came up at the restaurant."

"It's alright. Wanna pack a to-go plate for him?" Tilting my head, I smile in understanding at the sheepish expression on his face. "If you think he'd like my food, anyway," I joke, resting my arm on the back of my chair as I continue to face him, relieved at the familiar hint of playfulness restored in his eyes.

"Oh he's going to love it," Chanyeol insists with a pleased hum, yelping at the smack Jenny lands on his sneaky hand.

"Where are your manners, Park?" She sighs, shaking her head, fiery red curls bouncing with the motion.

"Save some for the rest of us, asshole." Jongdae grumbles, subtly eyeing the cucumber salad.

Everyone's plate already has a soft taco shell, warm from a few seconds in the microwave. The toppings are placed on top of the two tables Baekhyun and I had to push together to accommodate our guests: fresh Korean lettuce, sour cream, and other ingredients that Jenny helped me choose—especially that bowl of melted nacho-cheese Jongin keeps taking glances at.

We all look towards Baekhyun once he settles in his seat. He leans forward to reach the middle of the table, bypassing the regular bulgogi for the one drenched in a home-made sauce, spooning some on my taco shell with a chaste kiss to my cheek. "Eat up, everyone," He murmurs sweetly, tired brown eyes twinkling.

Jongdae doesn't even fake-gag with Chanyeol and Jongin, he goes straight for the cucumber salad. The fresh smell wafts in the air amongst the various meat and spices, making Baekhyun's nose crinkle adorably. I carefully brush his freshly dyed hair out of his eyes, chuckling at the pout he shoots my way. "Did you really have to make cucumber salad, baby? Cucumber?"

"One man's trash is another man's treasure, Byun," Jongdae mutters, forgoing his personal bowl to grab the whole serving. No one says a word, we just share knowing smiles. And once Chanyeol pops the cork of the expensive Dom Perignon, the real party begins.

Endless tales of embarrassing high school cafeteria incidents spill forth from Jongdae's mouth as if shame has gone out of style. The details he shares at the expense of Chanyeol's seemingly innocent public image flying out the window right along with it.

"One second this guy looked like he was taking the biggest shit of his life, and the next thing I know, Lee Naeun from 5th period Physics is crawling out from under the table, wiping spulge from her lips. Like, Chanyeol, what the actual fuck bro? Couldn't you have taken your business to the 3rd floor Janitor's closet? I think I still have the key..."

If it wasn't for Baekhyun's quick hands, I would've sprayed a mouthful of wine across the entire table.

Unfortunately, Jongin had to head out right after dinner, promising to meet up again soon before hurrying to Kyungsoo's house, two plates clutched in hand. Chanyeol decided to stick around for longer to "let his two glasses of wine wear off"—this man has the metabolism of a beast, we know why he's really here. His reason is comfortably seated next to Jenny on our striped couch, sock-clad feet propped up on the coffee table.

"Dinner was nice," Jenny smiles, sipping leisurely at her water.

"More than nice." Chanyeol boosts from our leather recliner, raising his glass, tipping his head at me. "Your food damn near tops Kyungsoo's," He pauses, brown eyes widening. "Don't tell him I said that."

"No worries," I laugh softly, hiding in the safety of Baekhyun's shoulder. He shifts towards me, finishing his wine and setting the empty glass on the coffee table before wrapping an arm around my waist, brushing his lips against my forehead in a way that leaves my heart shaking. The white loveseat we're sitting on sinks further under our joined weight, and really, there's no place I'd rather be—except our king sized bed, that is. Baekhyun's firm grip on my bare thigh isn't helping my tipsy trance in the slightest. The universe knows I'd rather be getting drunk off of him right now.

"I'm going for a smoke," Jongdae mutters, rising from the couch. He leans down to Jenny for a kiss that leaves her beaming, going to retrieve his trench coat and shoes before slipping out of the door.

Good to see them doing well; I blink in surprise, smiling teasingly her way. I'm happy for her! It really is a pleasant surprise to see Jongdae stating their relationship in such a way; an immense improvement from their past encounters of Jenny nervously seeking affection and Jongdae down-right dodging it like his life depends on it. Public displays of affection are a sweet, straightforward way to say, "hey, this person means a lot to me," or, "back off, they're mine." Which personally sets me on romantic fire. Even if it's just holding hands, it can put me in high spirits—doing it with a certain, cheeky silver-haired man is just a bonus.

Jenny winks, fanning her cheeks that match the rosy shade of her hair before tuning in to Chanyeol's loud chatter.

Soft laughter rumbles in Baekhyun's chest as he engages in the conversation. His warm palm securely holds my hand when I slip my cold palm into his warm one. He presses a kiss to the back of it, pulling a silent giggle from my lips as he smiles at me with an arched brow, squeezing our intertwined fingers.

"Riley?"

I drag my eyes up to Jenny who's loosening her red curls by running her fingers through them. "Yeah?"

"Jongdae's not answering his cell," She murmurs with a worried frown. "Can you go check on him, please?"

And why can't you do it? — Or come with me for that matter? I raise a brow, getting up from the chair and Baekhyun's warmth with a silent sigh. "Okay. I'll be back." If I get kidnapped or spooked by some random asshole, she'll never hear the end of it. I really should ask Baekhyun to teach me a thing or two about hakipdo though.

Jenny beams, a peculiar twinkle in her eye, clasping my hand between hers. "Thank you!"

Uh-huh... I try not to eye her too warily.

"Take my coat, baby," Baekhyun murmurs, kissing the side of my wrist. "It's cold out."

"O-Okay." I clear my throat, pointedly avoiding the smug smiles of the other two in the room while walking over to the coat hanger.

Slipping on his brown, cinnamon-scented coat brings a giddy smile to lips—one I'm quick to hide in the soft fabric.

I slide on my boots before making my way to the elevator, not up for taking the 4 levels of stairs this late at night. Thankfully, that nosy neighbor down the hall isn't meeting me at the elevator tonight on one of his various late-night escapades. I've had enough awkward encounters with his lovers to last me a lifetime.

The lobby is empty except for a lone security guard who waves my way, face lit up in familiarity. Smiling back, I step out the crystal-clean glass doors of the building into the quiet night, quickly finding the man I'm looking for standing at the edge of the sidewalk. "Jongdae."

"Huh?" He looks over his shoulder, turning halfway at the sight of me, pulling a joint from his lips.

"You alright?" I pull Baekhyun's coat tighter around me, resisting the urge to shiver in the icy wind. "Jenny was looking for you."

"Looking for-" He chuckles, brown hair ruffling as he throws his head back in laughter. "Girl, please. I was instructed to come down here 5 minutes ago." He continues, inhaling deeply from the stick between his fingertips. "She ain't looking for me, she's looking for a way for them to chat privately and to make us talk..." He sighs, looking over at me. "I'm not exactly the best company for deep shit."

"O-kay then," I mumble, more than a little peeved, ready to turn on my heel in any direction other than stay here.

"Let's talk." He shrugs, exhaling smoke into the frosty air. I shoot him a wary look, barely taking a step in his direction. "I said let's talk, not have a screaming match." He mutters, rolling his eyes into the back of his head. "Why you all the way over there?" He follows my gaze to the stick between his fingers. "What? This?" He scoffs, smirking. "It's a joint, worst thing you'll get is the munchies."

Crinkling my nose, I take a couple more steps closer anyway, standing beside him, keeping a respectful distance between us.

"Listen." He sighs, taking another drag. "I know I've done some things that… I didn't necessarily have to do." He glances at me for a moment, and then faces the street lights. "Bros before hoes, you know?"

Yeah, I inwardly roll my eyes, focusing on a lonely snowflake evaporating before it reaches the ground. There's a lot to be said over people doing things that they didn't necessarily have to do. If I had a dime for every sleepless night I've had because of Jongdae's shameless mouth, I wouldn't be paying off my student loans anymore.

"Look." Jongdae takes one last drag, crushing the joint under his worn-out winter boots. "The way he is now is much better than the Baekhyun we knew back then." He nods a little to himself, meeting my gaze. "Still can't see why he decided to change his ways for you...but oh well." He mutters, lips quirking into a playful smirk at my small smile before facing the city lights again. Festival lamp-shaped snowflakes attached to the top of every streetlight beam against the dim backdrop of empty downtown buildings, prepared for the coming holidays. "You're alright for a best friend stealer."

A laugh escapes before I can slap my hands over my mouth, meeting his eye nervously only for us to both end up laughing; our amusement echoing loudly through the quiet night.

"Riley?" Jenny's confused voice peeps up, red curls rebelling against the hood of her fluffy white coat.

"Over here!" I cup my hand around my mouth, waving to get her attention.

She turns towards us, rounding the corner with quick strides. "There you are! I thought you got grabbed or something." She fusses, resting a hand on my arm, leaning closer to whisper in my ear, "Especially you. Baekhyun was two seconds from hunting you down with my head on his mantle."

"Jenny!" I snort, accepting her tight hug, my voice muffled in her puffy coat. "It kinda would be your fault though."

"I know!" She exclaims, viewing me from an arm's length away. "I was sweating out my hair."

"Baby?" That unmistakable honey voice calls. A head of fluffy silver locks and brown eyes peek around the building, catching light in the streetlights.

"Here, B," I soothe, chuckling as he speeds over to us, gathering me in his arms without hesitation.

"I thought I lost you," He mutters, hiding in my hair.

"She was gone for ten minutes," Jongdae deadpans.

"Ten minutes too long!" He pulls back to glare over at the brunet, hugging me to his chest with cheeks too rosy to be merely from a few moments out in the cold.

"Just how much of that wine did you drink?.." I narrow my eyes, cupping his flushed cheeks.

"Good thing you only bought one bottle," Jenny laughs nervously, slowly gravitating to shelter behind Jongdae's taller form.

"Enough to miss you." Baekhyun's breath leaves goosebumps on my chilled skin, his soft lips brushing my ear.

"Al-right, time to go before the lovebirds start mating." Jongdae grumbles, wrapping an arm around Jenny's beaming form. Their matching smirks have me scurrying to direct my tipsy boyfriend back towards our apartment.

"Uh—okay! See you guys next time!" I laugh to mask my burning face, gently pushing Baekhyun into the building.

"Goodnight! Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Jenny sing-songs, the smugness clear in her tone.

"Can't make any promises!" Baekhyun proclaims over his shoulder, much to my embarrassment. Thankfully he quiets down once we reach the elevator, but based on the wide eyed security guard, the damage has already been done.

Can the frozen ground just please open up and swallow me whole?

The view of this busy street differs from all the other times I've walked down it with Baekhyun by my side. Maybe because it's been almost 2 years since I've moved to this city, or that new boutique being set up at the end of the road. Whatever the case, the air is different—crisper, cleaner. Refreshing as I briskly walk to my destination, wanting to avoid being out in the cold as much as possible. The weather here is so much colder in the middle of December compared to how flowers were still budding around this time outside of my childhood home.

Humming a song that's been stuck in my head for days with my car keys spinning around my finger, I stroll into Privé Alliance's building, admiring the latest clothing line pictures hung up along the walls and waving to the new receptionist while making my way to the elevator. Many men and women in business attire are all over the place as per usual during the busiest months of the year. However, once I make it out of the crowd of chattering employees, the sight of a familiar face waiting in front of the elevator brings a smile to my face. "Kyungsoo!"

The short-haired man turns around. "Hello, Riley." He nods with a small smile as we step inside the open doors, pressing the buttons to the 5th and top floor. "Lunch date?"

"Hmm?.." Blinking a few times, I follow his gaze to the picnic basket clutched in my hand. "Oh! Yes." I chuckle, smoothing down my hair. "Sorry." Between nearly slipping on a patch of ice on the way over here and the pretty lights decorated all over the city, I've forgotten the reason I left our fridge in a disarray this morning. Who decided to store the sandwich meats at the back of the refrigerator? I know Baekhyun loves my home cooking, but damn, man, let me have a break too.

"It's alright." Kyungsoo chuckles, arching a brow. "Hopefully you can get him to relax."

"Relax? Coming from you!?" I gasp sarcastically, covering my mouth with wide eyes.

"Only because he's seconds away from firing half the 3rd floor." He mutters with a roll of his eyes, yet an apologetic smile forms on his face. "Sorry I couldn't make it to the gathering." He clears his throat while facing forward again, straightening his suit.

"It's alright," I smile, resisting the urge to chuckle at his flustered state, checking my outfit in the elevator's reflection. It may be a chilling 40 degrees—4 in celsius—but I can spare the warmth of my legs for a 2 minute walk from Privé's parking lot. No weather can tell me what I can and can't wear. If I want to rock a pencil skirt on the coldest day of the week, so be it! Plus, these two-inch heels couldn't be left behind. I can't show up at Baekhyun's workplace with the poor fashion choices I subject him to at home, so we're going, coolness over comfort.

"Life happens," I mumble, tucking rebellious locks of hair behind my ear. "I'm just glad you're doing okay." The smile that forms on his heart-shaped lips when I take a glance at him makes me beam back.

"I'll stop by sometime this week." He hums, black dress shoes tapping on the floor. "I just finished a new recipe."

"Recipe?" I blink, mildly intrigued, mentally running over the list of food I'm carrying for the 3rd time today.

"Fried ice cream cake," He smirks, nonchalantly checking his watch.

"Fried-" My jaw damn near drops to the floor. Fried? Fried!? The one ice cream Baekhyun banned me from attempting myself after burning my hand while frying fish a few days ago?! Which Baekhyun is half to blame, by the way—never sneak up on someone over a popping frying pan. It never ends well. Besides that, it also was the day I truly realized the stamina that man possesses. I have never seen someone react so quickly to shove my hand under ice-cold water in my life.

Searching for any cameras in the elevator, I step a little closer to the short-haired man, whispering discreetly behind my hand, "W-Will you bring me some?"

"The prettiest one," He promises, softly patting my shoulder, chuckling at the star-struck expression written all over my face. "This is me, I'm afraid."

"Huh?" I blink into focus, shocked to be on the 5th floor so soon. What the heck. What is it about elevator rides with Baekhyun and Kyungsoo that make them go by lightning-fast compared to the stifling, tension-filled ones with Jongdae? If you can read a room, it truly makes a difference. "Oh, don't let me keep you." I give a little wave, balancing the picnic basket on my forearm. "See you later!"

Kyungsoo nods, smiling with a wave of his own as the double doors close. It is at that moment that I freeze, recalling how Baekhyun mentioned he hired a new secretary a few weeks back. Well... shit—how do I explain why I'm arriving at his floor unannounced on a random Tuesday afternoon?

Do his employees even know we are dating?.. A small part of me doubts it. Why do I care? Oh, right—I fucking live with him!

By some miracle, no one is occupying the neatly arranged desk when the elevator opens on the top floor, saving me from the completely rushed explanation I have no idea how to even put into words. All that lies before me is an undisturbed walk to Baekhyun's office, the intimidating black door slightly ajar. I slip off my heels, rushing out of the elevator on sock-clad feet before the doors close. Baekhyun's businessman voice filters through the quiet air. He must be on the phone.

Shuffling as quietly as possible down the hallway, I peek into his office. My eyes quickly find his broad form leaning a hip against his executive desk, a phone pressed to his ear as he faces the floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the heart of Seoul. Impeccably dressed in a wrinkle-free, white dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up. His black blazer thrown over the back of his chair. Like always, the splashes of color in every corner of the room have my lips curling up, but I have to muffle a small giggle at the sight of a thin pink measuring tape hanging around his neck.

I slowly inch closer, discarding my coat and setting down the basket in one of the leather chairs. Smoothing my flower-patterned, white button-down shirt, I silently approach him, gently covering his eyes once he ends the call. "Guess who~"

Baekhyun stiffens for a moment before swiftly turning around, wrapping his arms around me and lifting me up, setting me down on his desk. He cups my cheeks in his warm palms, crashing his lips to mine before I can make a sound. "Thank god, it's you." He breathes, warm fingers sliding into my hair.

"W-Well—hello to you too." I barely manage to get out between his feverous kisses, making a noise in surprise when he pulls me flush to his chest. "What is it?" I ask softly, noticing the bothered look on his face; carefully running my fingers through his styled hair as he hides in my neck. "Another long day?"

"You have no idea." He sighs, looking up at me. "I was 2 seconds away from losing it."

"Don't-" I pause, thinking about it. A few memories of last week flash through my mind. "Well, you are kind of hot when you're angry..." In the proper context.

Baekhyun perks up, exhausted brown eyes regaining their sparkle. "Really?"

I hum to appease his hopeful expression, yelping when he pulls me into his arms, not expecting to be carried up from the desk so suddenly.

"Come here," He murmurs, walking around to sit in his chair, setting me on his lap. "I need strength to get through these reports."

Gently playing with his hair to calm down my racing heart, I tilt my head, "Do you have time for a lunch break?"

Baekhyun hums distractedly, kissing my forehead, holding me closer to his firm chest. "We can order in a little later."

Kyungsoo's words come back to mind while I watch Baekhyun continue to click around his computer, brown eyes squinted and brows furrowing more by the minute. I inwardly cringe at the move I'm about to pull, but… Our sandwiches' lifespan is ticking away. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

"But…" I pout, resting my hands flat on his chest, widening my eyes for effect as his focused orbs shift to meet mine. "But I made it."

"Let's eat now then," Baekhyun smiles, his steady gaze flickering all over my person. I swear I just witnessed his pupils dilating right before my very eyes. "Give me 5 minutes."

My lips quirk up, "One-"

"I'll set a timer." He laughs, shaking his head, reaching for his phone between his bright screen laptop and desktop PC.

Smiling in victory, I stretch across the desk to retrieve the basket, peeking at his computer accidentally. "Holy shit, is that Melody Hudson?" I straighten up, focusing on the magazine cover opened up on a famous website. "The model?" My eyes widen in awe of her tall blonde form modeling a stunning royal blue summer dress; the color bringing out the blue in her shining eyes. I place the basket on a clear spot on Baekhyun's crowded desk before rubbing his stiff shoulders. He must still be tense from work. "She's so pretty."

Baekhyun hums, placing a hand on my cheek. His gentle caress coaxes my eyes back to his. "But you're beautiful," He whispers, resting his forehead on mine, brushing a thumb over my lips.

There's nowhere to hide the red hue that springs onto my face, making him chuckle as I quickly turn back to start taking out our food.

"Would you like to accompany me to a photoshoot?" The tentative tone of his voice has me raising a brow.

"Sure!" Handing him his sandwich, I press a kiss to his cheek, carefully unwrapping my homemade fries. "I'd love to see you work behind the scenes."

"Actually..."

I look at him, mid-bite of my toasted turkey sandwich.

"I'll be in the scenes," He drops, soft lips quirking a boyish grin.

My grip on my sandwich rips a hole in the middle while preventing it from falling out of my hands. "I…"—Behind the scenes witnessing Baekhyun modeling?? With his god-tier body and knee-weakening smirks that have me crumbling from beyond a screen alone? Hell to the mother fucking yes! "O-Okay."

Baekhyun's brown orbs twinkle knowingly, an amused smile forming on his lips as he presses them to mine. "Great."

It's impossible to mask my excitement while slipping into the passenger seat of Baekhyun's Audi. The beautiful red highlights around the black interior never fail to leave my jaw dropped in awe, fingertips tempted to graze over every surface. I'd like to think a person's dream car matches their owner, and there's no denying how devilishly divine my boyfriend looks settling into the driver's seat.

Baekhyun's simple, black button-down shirt and matching jeans have me inwardly salivating—I don't even have the slightest clue of why he's going to a photoshoot today. Privé? A cover for a magazine? Possibilities are endless, but not just anyone can request an hour of his time during one of the busiest months of the year.

"Are you ready?" Baekhyun glances over at me, his unstyled hair tucked under a Privé corduroy camel baseball cap that I haven't quite seen before.

"Yes," I beam at him, tilting my head curiously. "Is that hat new? I don't think I've seen it before."

Baekhyun smirks, brown eyes glinting mischievously as he straps on his seatbelt. "Maybe." He rests a hand on the steering wheel and the other on my thigh, backing out of his designated parking space. "Hold on tight, baby. You're in for a long ride."

I blink, having no clue what kind of ride he means. When it comes to Baekhyun, you never know what you're getting yourself into, but you never really have to worry about it either. If I hadn't known him for a few years, I would have bugged him to tell me where we're going for the entire ride. But with a few years under our belt—and some long months spent sharing a close-knitted home—I can comfortably sit back and relax for the whole journey, because there is no Baekhyun without one.

•••

The parking lot outside of the building is relatively calm, with only a few staff members bringing in materials from their cars. Inside of the place, however, is a complete madhouse. Everyone is speed-walking to various rooms and popping up from behind every corner. Not a drop of silence in the heavily populated area.

"There's our man of the hour!" A tall, aged man steps forward to shake Baekhyun's hand, carefully cradling a camera strapped around his neck. "So glad you could make it. I hope we are not taking up too much of your time?" He inquires, pushing glasses further up his nose, glancing over at me.

"Oh no, of course not!" Baekhyun shakes his head, shifting closer to wrap an arm around my waist. "I invited my girlfriend to accompany me today." He clears his throat, reddening cheeks caught under the harsh spotlights. "I hope you don't mind."

"No, not at all," The man reassures, gesturing towards a staff member who quickly brings over a grey single-seat sofa. "The more the merrier. Here you go, Madam. Is the chair to your liking?"

"Yes, thank you," I smile, trying not to stutter, brushing my fingertips over Baekhyun's warm palm before taking a seat. He shoots me a little bashful grin as the photographer whisks him away, a team of stylists directing him to a chair on the opposite side of the room. It's amusing to see so many people fussing over his hair, pulling out hairspray, and presenting him with simple yet sexy articles of clothing.

A few other models are walking around in the same attire, giving off a cool vibe of the newest clothing line, but when Baekhyun steps out of a dressing room…

Holy shit.

No, seriously holy shit!

Baekhyun walks into the room, standing against a wall as stylists comb his hair over to the left side of his face, using sprites of hairspray to tuck the right side behind his ear. As if he doesn't look dangerous enough adorning a leather jacket, a black shirt with white scribbles I can barely make out from this distance, and camel pants with unique, black low-platinum shoes.

The staff directs him over to the area with a gray backdrop, lights and cameras focused all over the place. Baekhyun practically glides over there, oozing with that stunning Ceo confidence. At a closer look, I can make out the pretty image of open and outstretched hands in the white lines at the bottom of his shirt. The intriguing detail has my full attention until I feel a persistent stare.

I lift my eyes higher to meet Baekhyun's dark brown orbs—from me sitting in the back of the room or getting into character; I have no idea. Suddenly my red knitted sweater is a bit too warm despite not being in front of any bright lights. Just when I think it can't get any worse, the photographer announces that it's time to begin.

If I had known what I agreed to the other day, I would have been more prepared—or so I'd like to think. I mean, how does one prepare their feelings for watching their unfairly attractive, multi-millionaire boyfriend pose for the camera as if moments away from sweeping them off of their feet!? And not in a sweet way either. Nah, ain't nothing innocent about the lethal expression swirling within his dark brown orbs. Especially while they are pointed right at me.

The hairstyle they gave him just makes my situation worse. How am I supposed to sit still with this man gazing so intensely into the "camera"? Is this really the same drowsy Baekhyun who I have to wake up every Sunday morning? Where did his tiredness go? There ain't nothing exhausted about the way he is staring at me! And when they bring out a chair for him to sit on… No. Hell no. That's it.

Draping my sweater over the back of my chair has his covered lips curling up at the corners, I just fucking know it.

After a few more camera flashes, the stylists are back with a new outfit in tow, gesturing for Baekhyun to change. However, right as he is turning down the short hallway leading to the dressing room, someone comes rushing into the building.

"I'm so sorry I'm late!" A petite woman with a French accent flies into the hall. "Traffic was-" She skids to a halt, staring at Baekhyun as if she's seen a ghost, her brown wavy hair mid-loop of making a bun. For a long moment, nobody says a word, and then she's on the move, crossing the short distance within two furious strides.

Her slap echoes across the tall walls.

"To think I waited for you." She grits out between heated spews of French. Her gray eyes brimmed with tears shoot daggers into Baekhyun's wide-eyed ones. "To think I held onto the fact that maybe you actually cared." Her whole body shakes as staff members rush over to restrain her, calling her name over her loud obscenities in an attempt to calm her down, trying to pull her away from him before she can jump him. It takes three men to drag her back out of the building. A woman from the small crowd quickly follows, dropping a blue clipboard in her haste. We hear her panicked voice a split second before the door slams shut behind them.

I don't know when or how it happens, but I'm already on the other side of the room, reaching out for a stunned Baekhyun being fussed over by stylists. "Baekhyun?" My eyes flicker all over his shock-stricken face once they move out of the way for me. A lump forms in my throat at the look in his eyes. "B," I tentatively place my hand over his frozen one on his cheek, the red handprint visible between his fingers. "Baekhyun!"

He flinches, shaky pupils focusing on me. "Y-Yes?"

"Are you okay?" Emotions grip at my throat, making it hard to speak while my eyes keep shifting between his alarmed ones and his steadily bruising cheek. I take the ice pack a staff member hands over without a word, gently brushing his hand away to hold it to his face. "Come here."

Baekhyun silently follows me to the dressing room, seemingly in a daze as stylists vacate the room, closing the door on their way out. I lead him over to a swivel chair in front of a white vanity table, letting him settle before speaking. "What was that?"

"What was what?" He mumbles, breaking my heart at the sight of him pressing ice to his swelling cheek.

"You know what I'm talking about." Crossing my arms, I continue staring him down. "Who was that woman, Baekhyun? Why did she hit you?"

"I'll tell you later, baby." He avoids my eye and his reflection in the mirror, getting up from the chair. "Let's wrap this photoshoot up, hmm? Then we'll go home-"

Stumbling to reach the door before he does, I block his escape, looking into his conflicted eyes. "I'm not letting you leave this room until you answer me."

His lips twitch, "Baby-"

I cross my arms despite my racing heart, my stomach twisting in an ignored warning. "I need answers-"

"For fuck's sake, Riley!" He thunders, startling me so much I slam the back of my head on the doorframe. "Out of my fucking way."

I step aside without another word, turning my head away as he storms out of the room. The slamming door left in his wake has my heart jumping into my throat. Anxiety grips at my chest like a vice, making it hard to breathe. I latch onto a Privé clothing rack, holding onto it for stability.

Baekhyun's tone on the other side of the door is much calmer while talking to one of the staff. I wait for a few minutes, resting against the clothing rack until his voice drifts away; the loud taps of his shoes fading into the distance. No matter how far away he is—most likely continuing on with the photoshoot by the faint clicks of a camera echoing around the quiet building—I don't… I can't; I won't go back out there to watch him. No, not after that. I'm sure everyone in the vicinity heard what just happened.

Slipping out of the room, I gasp when I bump into someone else, my heart beating so hard it hurts to breathe. Could this day get any worse? Seriously? "I'm so sorry."

"You're fine," The same staff member I heard minutes ago with Baekhyun shakes her head, smiling in sympathy. "Tough morning, huh?"

I can only manage a deep exhale, nodding, "I guess you could say that, u-um—" I'm losing the battle against the sting steadily building behind my eyes. "Do you know where the bathroom is by any chance?"

"Just around the corner," She nods, pointing farther down the hallway. "First door on your left."

"Thank you," I breathe, hurrying down the hall. Before I can pass by her, however, I notice her angrily marking out a name with a black sharpie from the same blue clipboard that clattered to the floor earlier.

Nicole. The woman they dragged out earlier…

With tears finally breaking free from my sore eyes, I couldn't have reached the bathroom fast enough.

To my relief, the room is empty. Nothing but painfully bright lights and the porcelain floors to witness my current state. I walk up to the sinks with a shaky sigh, splattering cold water on my face. My reflection isn't a pretty sight to behold when I look into the mirror, bracing my hands on the countertop as I take in the streaks of mascara running down my face. The one day I decide to wear a non-fool-proof kind and this is what I get?

Sighing, I turn to lean my back against the counter, crossing my arms. The photoshoot is back in full swing with all the compliments the photographer is showering Baekhyun in. It's pretty pathetic of me to hide out in this ice-cold bathroom, but I rather shiver for a few minutes than face him right now. Something about the way he reacted earlier... To that woman, to me—doesn't feel right. Maybe I pushed him too far? I just… Do I not have the right to know who just slapped the hell out of my boyfriend? Hell yeah, I'll admit I want to know who she is because he's mine and she was acting as if she was waiting forever for him to recuperate her feelings, but it's not just about that. No—Nah. The deer in headlights expression on his face as her hand collided with his cheek will not leave my mind.

Whatever it is, whatever just transpired in front of me; something is off and I rather be out the line of fire while trying to figure it out.

"To think I waited for you" For what? For when? With the way things are going, I might never know the answer.

The lack of chatter filtering through the echoing walls of the room catches my attention. I tentatively peek out of the bathroom, stepping back into the hallway at the uncharacteristically quiet state of the building. Is the shoot over already? Pushing past my dimly lit surroundings, I head back to the dressing room, hesitantly standing in the open doorway. I'm confused to not find Baekhyun there, or in the main area when I poke my head over the edge of the short hallway.

"Excuse me?" I approach the nearest stylist, moving out the way of another one clumsily carrying out articles of clothing. "Have you seen Baekhyun?"

She shakes her head with a pop of her minty gum, giving me a solemn look. "Last I saw of him, he was on his way to the men's room on the other side of the building."

"Ah..." Dread fills my stomach, and something tells me that I rather not find out why. "Thank you," I murmur in passing, quickly making my way back out of the room, speeding down to the opposite hallway. The possibility that I got left behind in an unfamiliar part of the city twists my stomach into knots until I round the corner. I stumble to a halt, sucking in a breath. My heart breaks at the sight—and then the rage kicks in.

Baekhyun's broad form in his partially unbuttoned black shirt braces himself against the wall, looming over a model. Her hand is in his hair and their lips interlocked in an intimate kiss. The sight has my blood boiling—nah, it's turning into fucking lava.

"Wow." I bark out a laugh, loud and hollow, positively seething as he jumps back from her as if burned. "If you were going to cheat, you could have at least had the decency to do it behind my back." The smirk that forms on my lips is the worst kind, the ugliest kind, the kind that has fear flickering in Baekhyun's wide brown eyes. "Or was this your intention all along?"

"R-Riley-" He stares like a deer in headlights, hurrying over to me, smearing her red lipstick over his lips in his haste to rub it off with the back of his hand. "Baby, please keep it down. I can explain-"

"Nah," I shake my head, looking at him in disdain. Just the sight of him right now has me heating up with anger. I'm seeing red as the model smirks at me from over his shoulder. That bitch. "This is explanation enough." I spin on my heel before I do something I won't regret in the slightest, just for his sake.

Baekhyun's dress shoes tapping frantically behind me as I storm back into the main hall.

"Riley, baby." His grip on my wrist throws me over the edge. "Please-"

"What were you doing, huh?" A snarl forms on my face as I whirl back around, meeting his pleading eyes. "Gonna show her your failed attempts at lasting for longer than a minute?"

Everyone in the room pauses. The photographer almost drops his prized camera.

Baekhyun's face grows progressively red, and if it wasn't for the rage burning in my own veins, I'd be concerned about the vibrant hue going up to his ears right now. Just like his mishap a few days ago that would normally be insignificant, it was his grave mistake. The key that I used to fuel the fire to the flame in the most torturous of ways... Have I hit a nerve, Hyunnie?

His grip tightens on my wrist. "We," He barely gets out in an angered growl of his own, "Are leav-"

"Get your filthy-" I hiss, snatching my wrist out of his grasp, "Paws off of me." I grab my sweater on my way out, exiting the building without looking back. The bite of the cold wintry air is a relief for my heated skin. "I'm not going anywhere with you."

"I drove." He says through clenched teeth, hot on my heels.

"And I'm walking." I bite back, walking past the car as he climbs into the driver's seat.

"Riley!" Baekhyun bellows, putting the Audi in gear and slowly following me out of the parking lot. "Get in the fucking car!"

I cross my arms, scoffing out a laugh. It doesn't matter where the hell I am, I'm not getting back in that car with him. Bringing me all the way out here just to pull that shit. He can kiss my ass. I knew I shouldn't have gotten in that car with him. If I had taken my own four-seat beauty that I left back at home, I'd be halfway on the way to Jenny's by now.

Baekhyun continues to follow behind me, honking obnoxiously, attracting unwanted attention from bystanders that whisper amongst themselves. Some of them pull out their phones. What a spectacle we would make for the front cover of magazines, endlessly entertainment for all their peering eyes. Pausing for a moment to weigh my options, I step towards the Audi with a sigh, climbing in without a word to the fuming man next to me.

Baekhyun drives on, clutching onto the steering wheel with both hands. His grip is so tight his knuckles turn white. I direct my gaze out of the passenger window, avoiding him at all costs within the confines of the car. The long ride home and walk up to our apartment does nothing to ease my rage. Anger continues to thump angrily in my veins as the past two hours replay in my mind.

Baekhyun unlocks the door and holds it open for me. I walk into the apartment with a scoff, moving to tug off my boots only for my back to meet the wall, the front door closing with a startling slam.

"What was that?" Baekhyun glares at me, fire burning bright in his brown orbs. He can't exactly tower over me, but by his mannerism, he doesn't need any extra height to get his point across.

"What was that?" I mumble, peeling off my shoes, ducking under his arm to cross the other side of the room. The longer I stay in these warm clothes, the more I die from the uncomfortable heat.

"No, what the actual fuck, Riley?" He shakes his head, long strands of silver hair dangling in his fury-filled eyes. "You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"Fine." I retort, rolling my eyes and looking at him, "Who was that woman then?"

His nostrils flare. "Really?" He bites out, laughing in disbelief. "Is that really important right now?"

I cross the room in three strides, tilting my chin up to stand nose to nose with him. "It is to me if you haven't fucking noticed."

"Oh, I'm so sorry." He scoffs, stepping back. A cruel smile curls on his lips. "What should I do? I haven't paid Riley enough attention." All traces of humor leave his features, his minty breath washing over my cheeks. Baekhyun leans in again, his voice lowering into an angered growl. "Maybe if you weren't wetting yourself over me all morning, you'd figure it out."

I grind my teeth. "Who. Was. She?"

"For fuck-" Baekhyun reels back, his brown eyes rolling so hard into the back of his head a flicker of worry sparks in my chest before those dark orbs land on me again. "An ex-fling," he grits out. "Why does it matter?"

My hands fall limply to my sides. "Why didn't you tell me she would be there?" I ask. My voice is much quieter while I search his eyes for answers.

"What?" He scoffs, raising a brow. "How was I supposed to know she would be there?"

"Her name was on the roster-"

"I-" He shakes his head, pulling harshly on his hair. "What? Do you expect me to know the names of the women I've slept with?" A smirk quirks at his pink lips, his brown eyes so dark that his pupils have vanished in their mahogany depths. "Do you think I've kept some journal? " He purrs, grinning in delight when I shuffle uncomfortably on my feet.��"Are you really that insecure?"

I stiffen. A bolt of something sinister shoots down my spine. Did this fucker just—

"Me?" I point to myself with wide eyes, laughing incredulously. "Me?.... You know, that's real fucking rich coming from you." I sneer, roughly tugging off my annoying turtleneck. What was once a reliable piece of clothing ends up torn in my fit of rage. I fling it out of my sight. Baekhyun's words loop over and over in my head. Even though I don't show it—they cut me. Deep. On a touchy subject. In a part of me I thought had died 2 years ago. He damn well knows it hurts when it's mentioned in such a menacing manner, and he still did it. For what? His weak stamina in wake of his long hours at work is suddenly the equivalent to the root of my trust issues?

My fingers curl so tightly into a fist, I can feel my nails pierce the skin. "You're one to talk." It's easier this way; keeping my back turned to him so I can mask the tears brimming my eyes. Who does he think he is? Who is he, period? How is this the same adoring man that was pursuing me the summer we met?.... It takes all my effort not to bolt for the front door—not to let my nose run or tears to stream down my face. No. I won't cry over him again. I won't let him win. Not like this.

Firm in my resolve, I take a deep breath before turning to him again. "You're not so confident, Mr. Big Shot..." My words falter at the sight of him ripping his shirt open, black buttons clattering all over the floor. "What-"

Baekhyun has me backed against the wall before I can utter another word. "Did you enjoy yourself?" He demands, holding my chin between his thumb and index finger. He peers down into my eyes; the familiar look held in his dark orbs has me quivering on the inside—and it isn't from fear. "Hmm? Did you enjoy embarrassing me earlier? Did you have your fun?"

I quickly recover. "Not my fault you don't know how to keep it in your pants."

"You wish you were in my pants." He grits out, lips curling mockingly.

There are so many things I want to throw up in his handsome face right now. So many little secrets and observations I've made over the past year that would make him falter—make him kneel. But today...

Today.

I choose violence.

Tangling my fingers in his hair, I yank on his delicate locks without remorse, pulling him into a brutal kiss of tongue and teeth. Baekhyun grunts in surprise, pressing me harder against the wall. The harsh clash of our mouths only seems to egg him on. The stinging bite he leaves on my bottom lip is nearly enough to break the skin. I don't know how long we stand there; my hands in his hair and his palms sliding down my back. There's no telling where he ends or I begin until the lack of air sinks in. His breathless puffs for air erupt goosebumps on my skin.

"Are we really doing this?" He pants, pulling away to brush his hair back. His eyes are more familiar to me now, softened by his calmer state, intense from the lust felt in his every touch.

I pause my exploration of his firm chest, arching a brow at him with a mocking grin. "Think you can last longer than a minute this time?"

Baekhyun clenches his jaw and steps away. For a moment, I worry if I pushed him too far until his lips crash back to mine. "Jump," He mutters gruffly, his grip near bruising on my ass.

"And if I don't..." The look in his eyes as he drags his dark brown eyes up to mine shuts me up entirely.

Baekhyun slowly leans closer, brushing his lips against the shell of my ear. "I'll fuck you against the goddamn window." The serious expression on his face combined with the threat is damn near intimidating—and I hate how aroused it leaves me.

Baekhyun hoists me up and walks to our room with quick strides, relentlessly keeping his lips glued to mine. He pushes open the door before dropping me unceremoniously onto the mattress. His lips are back on mine before I can chastise him for the mini heart attack, his impatient hands tug at the rest of my clothes. I let him pull off my pants and hurriedly move to unclip my bra in the meantime before his rough actions can rip the expensive fabric.

Baekhyun freezes above me, brown eyes transfixed on my matching red lacy set. It may be winter, but that doesn't mean I can't dress up nicely underneath endless layers of flannel and wool. Although, when I think about what happened not too long ago... Warmth fills my cheeks and I know I'm blushing way too hard to have done this countless times with him.

"Ah." Baekhyun tsks, stopping me from covering my chest. "Take it off." He breathes, soft lips brushing over my neck. "Let me see these tits bounce for me."

My eyes widen at his crude words, a gasp escapes my parted lips when he sucks harshly on a sensitive spot on my neck, pulling down the straps of my bra at a snail's pace. The poor clothing is tossed over his shoulder without a care in the world.

I'm no stranger to Baekhyun's habit of leaving pink and red hues on my skin, but today is different—today it feels like he has something to prove by trapping my skin between his teeth, marking me as his. He doesn't stop at my neck; his restless mouth ventures lower, painting my collarbones and chest with the shape of his lips.

I grit my teeth as he reaches my breasts, determined not to let him win me over so easily. It doesn't matter how much I want to melt under his warm hands mapping out the contours of my waist or tremble in anticipation at his breath fanning over my sensitive nipples. No matter what, I will not crumble... until he does first, at least.

Yeah—easier said than done with the way he's tugging my nipple with his teeth, roughly rolling the other between his fingers. It's all fun and games until his grip tightens on my hip, his pelvis grinding mercilessly against me. A move that has my back arching clear off of the mattress. He just presses me back down to the bed, continuing to alternate between each breast, pulling away minutes later with a wet pop of his lips. He's relentless in using every weak spot of mine. As if he knows what I'm trying to do.

"Not today, baby," He murmurs to my squirming form, chuckling in my ear. I can't help but bite my lip, breath caught in my throat when his hand slides down my body. His large palm covers my clothed core entirely. If it were any other day, I'd be flustered over how true his words from earlier were; the evidence of my previous admiring and current state of euphoria clear as day to his greedy hand, tugging at my last piece of clothing.

My heart races in the realization that I'm lying under him, almost completely bare, as he remains fully clothed besides the ripped shirt clinging to his broad shoulders.

"Ah," Baekhyun smacks my hands away, flashing a grin full of devious intentions. "Don't worry your pretty little head."

He's yanking my underwear down before I can get a word in, tossing them carelessly off the bed and spreading my thighs as far as they'll go.

"Always so ready for me," He muses, spreading my folds apart with his thumbs. I stop breathing entirely when he leans down, spitting onto my pussy. "Your hungry cunt has been waiting all morning for me, hmm?"

My lack of response doesn't bother him in the slightest as he meets my eye, sliding two of his long fingers into my core so suddenly I shout, grabbing his wrist. Baekhyun just pries my fingers off of him before interlocking them with his freehand, bracing our joined hands above my head. My eyes roll back at the burn of the unexpected intrusion. It's a dull, persistent ache while he shoves his fingers deeper into my cunt. He curls them up in a way that has me shaking at the seams, tugging at his silver locks as he brings me dangerously close to the edge. Right when I'm nearing my high, he pulls his fingers out, nonchalantly sucking on them while fiddling with his belt.

I gulp, relaxing back against the sheets. I can't even be mad at this point. Our argument ended the moment I started that fiery-filled kiss, but—

Baekhyun's belt clatters to the floor and his brown eyes have never looked so fierce—so carnal, I wonder if he plans to eat me alive. What I don't expect is for him to crawl further up the bed like an actual predator hunting his prey to hover over me again; his gaze not straying from mine for a second. The warmth of his body encloses me; it's second nature to relax under him when we're like this—when we're touching the tip of the iceberg before diving headfirst into the chilly depths of our lust. Sex with Baekhyun isn't like playing with fire; it's handling dry ice with bare hands.

And being in love with him is one of the most intense and excruciating experiences of my life.

We spend so much time eye-fucking each other that I'm not prepared for the bruising kiss he pulls me into, sliding his cock into my core without a warning.

"Ah—B-Baek!"

"Hmm?" He humors, his low voice filled with lust. "Now she speaks."

"Baekhyun." I gasp when he spreads my thighs wider; the pull from the unfamiliar stretch adds to his incessant pounding—his hips seeming to snap a mile a minute. Oh, please—please don't let both of us have muscle strain tomorrow morning. I swear I've never seen him move this fast for anything. Ever. Baekhyun, what the fuck? Have you started back up on your late-night visits to the gym or something? He's reaching depths he hasn't quite reached before, hitting a spot inside my core that makes me want to cringe away and slam myself onto his cock at the same time.

I yelp out when he tilts my hips at a different angle, not meaning to scratch his back so hard in my hurry to cling onto him. Baekhyun just groans, slamming rougher into me in retaliation, his teeth firmly bite down onto my shoulder.

"Baekhyun! what the—ah—fuck!?" I nearly shriek, appalled and aroused.

Baekhyun smirks, sliding a hand down to press his thumb on my clit. "What's the matter, baby?"

"B-" I can't even say his name without stammering, shaking under him when he slows down to roll his entire body against mine. The only thing I'm capable of at this point is gripping his shoulders, throwing my head back with a loud moan. I always thought of myself as not being a fan of sweat or having any strange, warm liquids touching me, but Baekhyun... Fucking Baekhyun. His sweaty chest brushing over my nipples is making me lose my damn mind—if I was feeling any more horny and adventurous, I'd lick the salty sweat off of his neck.

"Come on." Baekhyun pants with a satisfied grin. Sweat continues to drip from his honey-toned skin, sticking silver locks to his forehead. "Tell me."

The fucker, he knows exactly what's up. It's written all over his face. A part of me doesn't want to beg—my rational side. The one chastising me for falling into bed with him again in the first place. But I don't know how much longer I can take his teasing antics, so despite my stubbornness—despite the heart aching memories creeping up on me in such an intimate moment; I press my body to his.

"Fuck me like you mean it." I pant, yanking harshly on his hair, smirking at his pained hiss until his hips undulate in a new direction. The constant stimulation on my most sensitive spots has my high sneaking up on me so quickly, I don't have time to warn him.

"Bae—!"

Baekhyun's lips crash to mine, swallowing my cry of his name as I fall over that blissful edge. His cock is the only thing on my mind amongst the ringing in my ears—in the minute-long paradise where nothing else matters but our frantic hearts racing as one.

Baekhyun lets out a telling grunt before a burst of warmth fills me up. The remains of his release drip down my thighs with his erratic, shaky thrusts. He doesn't even pull out when he's done. He just leans tiredly over me, coaxing my lips into a lazy kiss. "You're the only one for me." He whispers as if sharing the biggest secret, all rosy-cheeked and wide-eyed.

Beautiful; there's no other way to describe him—in general, in this moment. Nothing compares to his mocha brown eyes that shine brighter than a million stars when his steady gaze sets on me. Nothing compares to the safety of his warm embrace that surrounds me. Nothing could come close to the way he drives me crazy in every single way. Love. Lust. Doesn't matter. If it's with him—for him, it's...

...

Is it worth it?

The emptiness I feel when he gently pulls himself from me triggers every painful memory imaginable: my birthday, the party, our summer fight, his ex, that phone call, his photoshoot...

Baekhyun collapses beside me on the bed, completely oblivious to the war going on in my head. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me close to his beating heart.

I wait for him to fall asleep, brushing damp silver locks of hair out of his eyes as his breathing slows. He looks so peaceful like that, so innocent while his face relaxes with sleep. So... So welcoming, like home.

Tears stream down my cheeks, blurring my vision of his twitching brows and pouted lips. I hope he's happy; I hope he got what he wanted.

Carefully sliding out from under his loving hold, I quietly get dressed, collect my duffle bag, and slip out of the room, holding onto the doorknob for dear life. His quiet mumbles drift through the crack of the door, tossing and turning as if already aware of my absence. I have to cover my mouth to contain my sobs.

I love him—I really do, but I...

I can't do this.

I can't take this anymore. If he won't open up to me; if he thinks I'm... I'm unworthy of knowing his past—hell, fuck that. Apparently caring too much leads to being left behind, if that encounter this morning is anything to go by.

My laughter just ends in more sobs, the salty taste of tears on my tongue more bitter with the realization that once again, I've lost.

But at what cost?

The ache in my chest and between my legs is an answer within itself—the last push I need to retrieve my car keys from the counter.

If he wants to be that way, Baekhyun... Baekhyun can do whatever the fuck he wants. What's the difference between me and all the others? What use am I? Is it because I learned how to cook? Clean? I wonder how many of those late nights at work are actually spent bent over his sketchpad. Am I his personal little stay-at-home trophy? Does it feel good to show me around important events? After today, I might as well hang up the thought of ever stepping into his world again. No one wants a possessive girlfriend in their corner of the wrestler ring. No one needs a jealous, nosy, demanding burden weighing them down. And I have my high standards as well.

I can—and will not—be one of those girls.

Not even for him.

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3  P(1) P(2) | Part 4 P(1) P(2) | Part 5 P(1)  P(2) | Part 6 Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3  P(1) P(2) | Part 4 P(1) P(2) | Part 5 P(1)  P(2) | Part 6 P(1)  P(2)✓ ----- P(3)   P(4)

A/N: I can feel the pitchforks on the rise, l-listen (<.<) just trust me on this, not all is lost.... Or is it?  😇 I’ll try to finish the next part as soon as I can. *cracks fingers* let’s see what this troubled couple gets up to next.

[bangtanlalaland]

a dose of relief | ksj (m.)

synopsis ⇣ the CDC’s hottest scientist so happens to be your lab partner. how much longer will it take until he has you begging for him?

— health scientist!au

⇢pairing: CDC health scientist!kim seokjin x female reader

⇢genre: crack, pwp, smut

⇢word count: 5.7k

⇢contents ⨯ warnings: so sorry for this filthy porn with no plot, I’m also horrible @ science (even though it’s one of my fave subjects in school) so plz forgive me if I said something wrong or certain facts are incorrect, I tried to not use so many details/specifics on the science ooey gooey stuff in case that could trigger anything amongst readers, srsly tho somebody call the fanfic writing police, omg, there’s so much tension lolol, Jin is a dom in this OMFG, masturbation, mentions of an outbreak (oops sorry), lab sex (yes, I really went there plz don’t judge me [I know I’m a dirty hoe]), semi-public sex? (not really, but almost) use of sex toys, hair pulling, spitting, face/ass/pussy slapping & licking (oop), unprotected sex (lolol the irony; STAY SAFE!), orgasms (duh), creampie, degradation, so much name calling (holy fuck), JIN HAS A BIG DICK OK (BECAUSE WE LOVE BIG DICKS RIGHT?!)

a/n: honestly I find it so hard to write for Jin & IDK WHYYY. so I couldn’t pass up this opportunity to let the light shine on him for this one. besides, Jin would make the PERFECT hOTTesT SCIENTIST. because WHY NOT?!?! oh & let this fic just be a reminder for those of you out there (you know who I’m talking about): WEAR A GODDAMN MASK.

Seokjin Kim.

The name of the most handsome man in the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, and yet you cannot spend a minute around him without perspiring. Because, well, you’re convinced he just has that affect on everyone. When in reality, it’s really only you. You sweat bullets being around him.

And he knows this. Which is why he’s near you again, looking just as sexy as he did the day before, attired in his white, lab coat — his blonde tresses clouding your vision as he wanders through the lab. You internally curse the universe for having made you both cross paths. You’d often speculate why he’s working here as a scientist. Shouldn’t he be somewhere on the front cover of like GQ Magazine or something? But no, for whatever reason, in this fucked up world we live in, he’s currently in the lab with you, performing test results, by using various liquid solutions.

“Ah, I can’t wait to finally clock out tonight.” Seokjin states while flicking a test tube that remains between his glove-covered fingers, gently placing the blood sample along with other tubes in the tray to be put away in the cooler.

“Hot date I’m assuming?” You question with a secret hint of jealousy oozing from your words — observing a sample through the microscope, turning the knobs to adjust the coarse and fine focus.

Jin beams at your assumption, shaking his head, “Ah. Nice one. But no.”

Your gaze flies up to his towering figure, raising your eyebrows, “So what is it?” You try not to get too lost into staring at his plump, pink lips. He almost catches you eyeing him and you instantly look away, darting your vision back into the microscope.

“I have the whole weekend off,” He coos with a giddy expression, and you internally scoff. That fucker.

You shake your head, “Sounds great!” No, it doesn’t sound great. Because he’s probably happy that he gets to be off so he can be with someone- Wait, no. He’s clearly not going on a date. Duh, he just told you that. Okay, now you’re really just fishing for something, but you’re also jealous of him that he’s off the entire weekend. These past few months have been hell, courtesy of a recent outbreak — every official, scientist, representative and whomever in the CDC is currently working day and night, non-stop to formulate a vaccine. Therefore you shuck away your feels, because you know Jin has more seniority than you within the company. You’d only just been transferred to his department right before the outbreak had occurred.

“Some well needed rest, huh?” You question, an attempt to keep the conversation going while also being the nosey old woman you are deep down inside. “You need it,” You unconsciously continue, somewhat too occupied in ensuring the proper amount of the sodium hypochlorite solution drops are added, squeezing the pipette carefully.

Jin nods his head in agreement, “Oh yeah,” he sighs, “Could definitely use what I call the Four S’s.” Your eyebrows furrow, more-so at concentrating on your accuracy.

But you hear him, and once the final drop of solution has been added, you pull away from the microscope, discarding the pipette in the proper disposal bin. “Four S’s?” You ask, with a tilt of your head.

“Mmhmm,” Jin seats himself on the stool in front of you, placing his hand under his chin. “Soup, soju, sex, and sleep.”

You nearly topple over when trying to seat yourself, and he doesn’t miss your clumsiness either. He thought it was cute how flustered you suddenly became, and he knew why you had. The word sex having stood out amongst the others he’d mentioned. You’re smoking under his gaze, a sudden wave of heat flashing over you within the blink of an eye. Ugh, how you hate the way he does this to you. Whatever this is. With a flicker of his eyebrows, a coy grin creeps upon his face. And you nervously swallow a gulp, easing the parched feeling in the back of your throat.

Awkwardly, you clear your throat, “Sounds like one hell of a weekend.” He continues his smirk at you, and at this point you grow slightly annoyed. Oh, his stupid hot face. Why does he keep staring like that?

“What?” You deadpan.

With a suck of his teeth, he pushes himself off the stool and stands up on his two feet, “Don’t miss me too much while I’m gone,” he coos with a wink. Yes, the fucker actually winked! You had to double check within your mind that you’re fully conscious because you couldn’t believe he did that. Jin doesn’t flirt with you, like ever. And you know that even he knows this, that grin still plastered upon his face. How the hell does he do it? Do this to you?

The sound of the door clicking signals his departure, to what you only assumed he was going on his lunch break. But the real question is, does he know? He must know that you are attracted to him, otherwise he wouldn’t have insinuated you’d “miss” him. Fuck. You’re screwed and you know it. Unfortunately not in the way you’d like to be screwed.

—

The weekend didn’t fly by like a breeze as it normally would, but instead dragged. You thought at one point the time may have just frozen, but subconsciously you knew that wasn’t even remotely possible. Although, you’re convinced that the reason for it all is because Seokjin wasn’t there. Normally, you’d both share the same shifts on weekends and everything felt in tune. You’d complete tests, run samples, and literally anything else under the sun together. But the time felt different when with him, and you’re beyond relieved to find that the end of your shift approaches. You both say your farewells and do it all over again the next day. It became a routine, really, one that you’d grown accustomed to.

However, since his weekend off, you felt something change, and you didn’t like it. You noticed since the start of your shifts, he permeated an odd vibe. Jin wasn’t making eye contact with you, and hell he didn’t greet you when he clocked in. Even when you’d discussed to your boss that after copious amounts of research and tests, the sodium hypochlorite solution kills various diseases and viruses, including HIV/AIDS, although said concoction is overly toxic for ingestion.

Seokjin never spoke or added anything from his research to back up your claim, which was completely degrading to you, because well… teamwork — he made you feel as though the countless amount of hours you’d both spent in the lab together was a waste. So yes, it was strange. He was acting strange, and you didn’t know whether to be gloomy or pissed about it all. After the meeting with the board, discussing the current problems with hygiene and public health, you returned to your station with Jin. You decide to test the waters and break the awkward silence since he wouldn’t.

You clear your throat in an attempt to draw his attention, but fail, his back still turned to you, “How was your weekend?”

He continues his work, not even flinching when you’d suddenly spoke. He replies so fast you were convinced he just knew exactly what you were going to say and simply waited for you to do so.

“Great,” he retorts with a nonchalant tone. You hear a few snap-like sounds and immediately note that he’s placing his gloves on. He brushes past you and into the cooler, removing a tray of blood samples to set them down onto the counter. You bite back a remark and instead try again.

“Had any good soup?” You internally cringe at yourself for saying something so stupid, but you can’t help but be the curious cat you are. Then his silence doesn’t make it any better. Here you are again, “Or at least some proper rest?”

His eyes finally meet yours, and you can’t quite read his pokerface. “I did,” He adds with still the most blank expression you’d known him to make. His gaze drops back toward the test tubes he’s busied himself with.

You continue to probe him, even though your insides scream otherwise, “Couldn’t have forgotten about the soju too, right?” You question, a tone laced with curiosity. He makes a simple “mmhmm” sound, clearly understanding where you’re going with this. A brief moment of silence subsides between the both of you, and for a moment you appreciated it but another side of you just had to know. Your essence ached for an answer, even though if said answer wasn’t one you’d want to hear, you still had to know. And you swear the phrase, “Curiosity kills the cat” could explain this moment in time.

“W-what about….” You trail off, in hopes he’d catch on. His eyes meet yours, and you can’t help but want to shribble up under his stare — whilst his defined lids peer into you, as if cascading into your soul.

“What about what?” Jin knows the next question you want to ask, and part of him wishes you’ll just ask already. He needs your inquiry of his sexcapades, because truth be told, he has none; and he’s on the brink of bending you over on this counter and fucking you senselessly — a burning ache, desperate to release his pent up frustration, mixed with the daily stresses that come along with work. His eyes linger onto your facial features, searching for a warning that you’d finally cave in, that by some miracle you’d admit you want him in just as a lustful manner as he wants you. Needs you. His weekend having been a long, cold, and lonely one. He’d desperately yearned for a woman’s touch, a dry spell long overdue.

He notes how your lips part and eyes widen, as if you’re stuck like a deer in headlights and don’t know how to simply let the words flow from your tongue. His pink, plush lips catch your attention, his bottom lip protruding in a manner that’s tempting for you to simply lick the flesh — the need to graze your teeth along the tissue clouding your mind. You suck in a quiet gasp, but audible enough for Jin to hear you. The sudden twitch of his member down below, the visual of having you whimper underneath him having flashed through his imagination. You instinctively obscure any second thoughts of your actions, because if he didn’t want you to know then why would he have mentioned the “Four S’s?” It’s like he’s calling your name, indirectly. Seokjin knows how curious you’ve always been, and it’d be silly to not know such a fact. After all, you’re a scientist that works for the CDC.

The more dense part of you spills, “Well, you know-” His eyebrow quirks up at you, as if not falling for your little trap. No, he wants to hear you say it, he wants those words coming out of you and streaming to his eardrums.

That familiar hum he has a habit of making slips from him, “Hm- No, I don’t.

He proceeds to his previous endeavors, scouring through the cabinets for some tools. You stand there dumbfoundedly, and cursing your own self for not having the courage to just speak your mind. Seokjin marvels at your conflicted expression, thanking his own self for not giving in so easily — because he wants to confirm his assumptions and needs you to make that move. He definitely didn’t want to be the first to impose, just in case you were to reject him and immediately perform some type of backlash technique. The last thing he needed was to lose his job and/or face a lawsuit for harassment. He ignores your stiff figure and gracefully mixes various liquids into a beaker. Your fingers tap along the counter and mind races hundreds of miles per hour. Just do it.

“Sex,” You whisper. His stirring stops suddenly and eyes move to yours with a slight tilt of his head. “Did you… Have sex?” You add, voice barely above a whisper. Jin sighs in relief, as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders — the air now somewhat less stuffy, and he chooses to stifle back a moan of satisfaction at your question. And within an instant, he scoffs, sending a rush of discouragement over your being.

He shakes his head while a sly grin paints upon his face, “Wouldn’t you like to know, hm?” You roll your eyes at him, can’t even believe the audacity. Of course, you should have known he’d be comical about it. Because that’s what Jin does, which makes you question how he’d even passed the entire hiring process to be promised and given this position.

With a slight pull of your strands out of frustration, you retort, “What the hell, Jin? You were the first one to mention “the Four S’s” You make sure to exaggerate air quotation marks on the phrase.

“And now you’re acting like you can’t even say if you’ve gotten some over the weekend. What am I not allowed to ask you questions anymore?!” Seokjin stares at you with wide eyes, immediately making you feel guilty for your sudden outburst. But what was he to expect? How could he not think you’d be curious of how his weekend ended after revealing to you his much needed desires. You palm your face in embarrassment, not wanting to meet his gaze any longer. And that’s when he removes his gloves, discarding them in the designated bin, and the feel of his palms encase around yours, pulling you from your hidden position to reveal your face that’s now strained with a painful look.

“If it makes you feel any better… I haven’t had sex.” His sweet voice oozes of comfort, granting a sense of calmness to reside within you.

“It’s been so long, and I am actually going to lose my mind if I don’t soon enough.” His confession causes you to gasp lowly, and he notices this. You hadn’t realized he was still holding your hands, his fingers long and cold, rubbing light circles within your palms. You know that he’s telling the truth; his eyes screaming for attention. Jin is desperate, and you sense that, which would explain why he’d been so tense ever since showing up to work today. You take this chance to take in every feature he has to offer. His broad shoulders aiding to tower his figure above yours just as he constrains his neck slightly to glare into your eyes. Your mouth flies agape just by an inch, and you hadn’t realized how close Jin was to you. You could feel the warmth of his breathing from his nostrils hitting you like the heat boiling down below.

You had a dire need to just smash your lips with his to finally know what the pillow-y tissue feels like between your own. His deep, chocolate irises reeling you in and suddenly your hand clenches tight underneath his touch. He notices and releases his grip from you, not realizing he’d been holding you this entire time.

And then you break the ice suddenly, “I think you should get that taken cared of soon.” Jin watches your form whilst you depart yourself from the room. Entering the main hall, you hadn’t processed how warm the atmosphere in the lab had been — a thin sheen of sweat coating your face and neck, courtesy of Seokjin Kim.

—

And then things got weirder.

There was this unspeakable tension between the two of you. You hardly made much eye contact with him at work now. You trained yourself (somewhat) to not ask so many questions during your shifts together, and if Jin noticed this then he definitely didn’t show or tell that he did. You’d find yourself going home at the end of the day and pulling out your favorite vibrator just to orgasm at the thought of Seokjin and his rosy, juicy lips, slender fingers that you know could reach the highest of places; those silky, light, blonde strands that long for you to tug on them as he buries himself in between your legs. However, Jin does the same, even on that weekend when he was off. He coated himself in lubricant and acquired his pocket pussy to stuff his thick length through the silicone material, imagining that it was your walls encasing around his cock instead.

Bucking his hips upwards, wanton moans spilled from him whilst he continued to ride out the waves of pleasure he’d endured just by dreaming of you. He continuously re-played the sight of your face over and over again in his mind, when you’d looked up at him that day in the lab — with glossy, bright eyes twinkling of curiosity. He wanted right then and there to shove himself down your throat and make you choke on his big dick. At the moment his groin tensed up and balls ached to release his load, he moaned your name repeatedly, as if he was summoning you into his bed. Streams of his cum erupted into the sleeve, soaking his length with the creamy substance just as he huffed for air, an attempt to gain back his normal breathing pattern.

And then the next day…

He did it again.

But this time it was different. He opted for his palm instead and your voice. He scrambled through anything in his phone that could get him off, more like anything of you in his phone. Until it dawned on him. You’d left him a voicemail back when you first got hired, introducing yourself to him and asking him to give you a call back to discuss work-related matters.

Bingo.

Your voice sent tingles down his spine as it resonated through the speakers of his iPhone. Jin quietly hummed at your words, as if he was agreeing to what you were saying — even though it had nothing to do with sex or pleasing him in any matter.

“Wish you were here,” He slips with his eyes shut, whilst his palm eagerly strokes his stiff cock, fingers gently brushing along the vein on his shaft.

“Need you so bad. Want to make you scream my name.” He replays it again with a hiss through his teeth. Drips of precum seep from the head of his cock; he lightly grazes the flesh with his long fingers, stimulating the sensitive area. The squelching noises from his slick length can be heard throughout his apartment as he pumps himself vigorously.

Another uncontrollable hum spills from Jin when he replays the recording again, picturing you on your knees blowing him off until you lose your breath.

“Hi Mr. Kim!”

How much he loves when you call him that. He’d almost forgotten when you used to address him that way, until he insisted that you didn’t have to and to simply refer to him as Jin.

“Mmm, love it when you used to call me that,” Jin whispers softly.

His hips move on their own, bucking up into his hand. His thighs clenching as he continues to fuck himself through his palm, and with furrowed brows he claws the sheets of his bed at the sound of your voice.

“This is ____, I was just transferred to your department and was told to follow up with you for any questions I may have.”

Jin’s hums now turned into moans, “Oh, fuck. Want to make you cum on Mr. Kim’s cock.”

“Anyways, if you could please give me a call back then I would really appreciate it. I look forward to meeting you!”

Jin’s toes curl at the last statement, his lips part instinctively and thighs stiffen themselves. His impending orgasm approaches as he cries out in pure bliss, “Oh, yeah! F-fuck!”

His chest rises and falls when streams of cum project onto his abs, some coating his fingers — while he softly pumps himself to rid of the remaining secretions. His loose strands stick to his forehead, thanks to the built up perspiration due to the raise in his body temperature. Jin lies there with a shaky breath and trembling thighs paired with thoughts of you. How much he wished his cum hadn’t gone to waste, how he wished he could cum so much inside of you that you gush pools of his jizz when he removes himself out of you. And lastly, how he’s nearly on the brink of risking it all just to be inside you.

—

One morning you break through the doors of the lab you share with Jin, to find him peering through a microscope. You can’t take it anymore; it’s been too long since the day you’d met him that you wanted to literally devour him whole. The need to hold your composure now thrown out the window completely. You snatch your badge off of you followed by your coat and slam your hand onto the counter, startling him from his work.

“I need you to fuck me until my brain is dead and I forget who I am and that we are in the middle of a pandemic.”

Seokjin’s mouth and eyes fly as wide as they can go. Without hesitation, he perks up from the stool and nearly tumbles over to tear his gloves off, remove his glasses, coat, and protective mask. He hurriedly washes his hands in the nearby sink, his eyes still traced on your uptight form. With lips still parted, he makes his way back to you and grips your sides, caressing you as if he’s admiring this moment of you standing here in front of him, begging for only him. He can’t process what’s actually happening and so he opts to do so later, and instead just appreciate this moment  — a dream that finally came true. Unexpectedly, he lunges you against the counter, causing your back to hit the handles of the drawers.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that?” He admits with a tone that’s mixed with lust.

Jin’s warm breath breezes past your face, sending a wave of chills down your spine. He cups your cheeks, and captures you in a heated kiss. His plump lips smooth out your own, a faint hint of coffee left on his tastebuds that signals you he more than likely had a cup of Joe this morning — your kisses filled with a fiery passion you didn’t know would finally come to light. His hands fall down to grip your waist in a feverish manner. Your fingers laced into his hair, an action you’d wanted to perform for what seems like forever now. His strands feel like satin under your fingertips.

His hands trail down to your ass cheeks, gripping the cushions with a hungry force. A rush of wetness seeps into your panties, and you silently convince yourself that you’d never been more horny until now. With teeth and tongues clashing, hands roaming along each others bodies, you both lose yourselves within each others touch — drifting into the euphoria of finally being relieved of the backed up tension that accumulated over these lonesome months. This moment in time was everything Jin had wished for. He yearned to have you in this way, and he’d only accept it if you were comfortable with doing so. The pang in his groin area throbs due to his high libido. Those nights he’d spent jerking himself off to the thought of you were now just a memory. When the burning need to breathe approaches, you both pull away panting for air. Jin’s already full lips now swollen and wet, his gorgeous almond-shaped eyes staring down your form in awe.

Your palms rest on his wide shoulders, caressing them with desperation.

“Please, Jin.” You plead with a whine. Within a swift he turns you around and bends you over. Your grip lands on the counter, knocking down the numerous utensils he’d previously been using, an almost failed attempt at keeping your balance. Jin roughly pulls your garments down, showcasing your panties. He brushes his digits along your covered core that pulses, almost as if speaking to his fingers. He applies more pressure, earning a small whimper. His erection gradually growing itself behind his briefs. He uses his index finger to pull your lacy undergarment to the side, a final reveal of your juicy lips. Your core clenches in front of him, as if calling to welcome him within your walls.

And suddenly a harsh slap lands on your delicate womanhood. You nearly fall apart on the spot at the abrupt infliction.

“That’s Mr. Kim to you.” He slips harshly and yanks your panties down to your ankles, your feet having tossed them somewhere in the distance. You hear the unbuckling of his belt, and he swiftly drops his trousers on the ground along with his briefs pooling at his ankles. His erect cock springs up, teasing the cheeks of your ass. And before you could even turn your head to take in the view of him, Seokjin slaps your lips a few times, the tip of his cock grazing against your clit while doing so. He then shoves himself entirely into you within one go, not even thinking to spare you even just for a moment. You knew you didn’t have to actually see his dick to know how big it is because damn did he stretch you out like you’d never been stretched before. You relentlessly pulsate around him, soaking him in your juices.

The pads of your fingertips grip onto the edge of the countertop. “Oh fuck me, oh!”

“Wow, you’re so tight. Fuck.” Jin moans. You find your hair being pulled back; he whispers into your ear, “I’m going to fucking give it to you, you hear me?” His large palm lands a rough smack to your ass cheek.

“Yes! S-sir!” You cry out, and another slap reoccurs, a familiar tingly sensation shoots straight to your heat. You didn’t think Jin was this dominate, but you’re convinced after such a drastic period of time, it would only make sense that he’d release his tension as he pleases. He creates his own brutal pace — relentlessly pounding your pussy out with no mercy. Your body bounces forward from Jin’s ferocious strokes, and your scalp aches from his tug on your hair.

“So wet, so tight,” He whispers to himself, blowing yet another smack to your bottom, followed by a gentle rub, an attempt to ease the soreness. You’re sure he’d leave a mark on you. The sound of his balls clapping against your cheeks resonates through the lab, and you internally pray that no one walks in because how fucked you’d both be if that happens. But at the same time, you really could care less because you’re being fucked by the hottest man in the company and that’s what matters right now.

“Fuck me, Mr. Kim! Please don’t stop!” His tug on your hair gets tighter. His delicate strands flapping up and down in the process of him hammering into you, his Adam’s apple bobs as moans emit from him, and his cock drenches itself in your arousal. He cherishes the sight of his dick entering and exiting your kitty, only for him to thrust forward into you with a sharp jab. He treasures your soft whimpers and cries of his name.

Jin pulls himself out of you completely, and you whine at the sudden loss of contact.

“Turn around,” With shaky legs, you comply and Jin gestures you to sit down on the stool — wrapping his arms under your knees and pulling your legs apart as wide as they can go, your drenched cunt on full display for his horny being.

You can finally see him and nearly cum on the spot at the sight of his huge cock. It’s beautiful, he glimmers of your wet — his mushroom tip approximately the same shade of color as his lips. He gives your pussy a few taps, mimicking a “knocking on the door” motion. The tip of his member prods your entrance, your fingers grip his forearms in hopes to not crumble from his ministrations, your legs eagerly wrapping themselves around his small waist. Once Jin’s length pushes past your folds, your walls immediately welcome him inside.

A fervor moan spills from you, and this time he doesn’t let up on your tender core, continuing where he left off with his rigid pace. With one hand gripping your waist, he uses the other to grip your neck, “Look at you all needy and desperate,” He slaps your face teasingly, earning a yelp from you. “I knew you wanted me this whole time.”

Another slap with a bit more force. A soft gasp falls from your fucked out self.

“Wanted me to destroy your tight little pussy just like this?” He forces a deep thrust, followed by another and another and another, gaining a strained cry from you. Your walls contract around his hardened length, begging for his motions to never stop. He slaps you again, making sure to leave a mark behind on your cheek.

“Speak when you’re spoken to.” He uses this time to slap your clit harshly, unsatisfied with not receiving a response from you.

You whimper in reply, a sudden jerk of your thighs, “Y-yes, Mr. Kim!”

Jin slaps you again, “Who’s a cock-hungry little slut for Mr. Kim?” He continues to slap your face again, alternating between your left and right cheek.

And again.

His filthy words cause a tingly sensation straight to your core, “Me. I-I am a slut for you, Sir.”

And again.

That familiar hum rumbles from Jin’s chest, an approval laced in satisfaction, “Mmm, that’s right. You’ll walk around this facility with my cum buried deep inside you. Understand?” He punctuates his question with a thrust so deep, you swear you feel him in your tummy.

“Yes, Sir!” You cry out with trembling legs. He’s hitting your sweet spot so well, and with another slap to your face, your eyes prick with tears. Jin’s overpowering demeanor is nothing like you’d ever seen before.

“Play with your clit.” He demands, and you follow. Your fingers find the nub to gently rub along the sensitive nerves, causing your thighs to twitch within Jin’s hold.

“Harder,” he commands. You comply and add more pressure, a boiling heat rising in the pit of your tummy. You close your eyes and focus on the sounds of Jin’s panting and your thighs smacking against his. He lands another harsh slap to your face, and squeezes your cheeks together with one hand.

“Open your mouth.” You obey him and find yourself opening up as he requests. He drops a line of his warm saliva onto your tongue, and demands, “Swallow.”

Your clit throbs in pleasure and he notes you’ve stopped rubbing yourself. With a gulp, you ingest his spit with a whimper. Jin slaps your clit this time, your legs naturally jerking in response.

“Did I tell you to stop touching yourself?” He probes while halting his thrusts. You nod your head in a no gesture, “N-no Sir.”

He slaps your aching clitoris repeatedly, then pulls himself out of you. Your walls cry at the loss of his thick cock. He bends down to forcefully slap your pussy, running his fingers along your dripping heat and within moments he lewdly spits on your wet folds, his saliva now glistening your already soaked labia. His tongue darts out to slither along your lips and he places a wet kiss to your clit before pulling away.

“I’d love to keep eating you out, but I’ve been dying to get inside this pussy,” He sheathes his member back inside of you and buries himself to the hilt, pulling back out all the way and slamming back into you. He releases another trail of his spit onto his shaft, smothering himself more. He licks the pad of his thumb and rubs your clit relentlessly, while giving you short and fast strokes; and suddenly your toes curl themselves at the same time your eyebrows furrow.

Seokjin notices your contorted expression, and with a beaming grin, he coos, “That’s right. Cum for Mr. Kim like the good, little slut you are.”

“Cumming, Oh fuck!” Your body quivers within his hold while your orgasm overtakes you, even the stool you’re still seated on slightly skids across the floor beneath you. Jin helps to ride your orgasm out, applying just the right amount of pressure as you writhe underneath him. Your nails graze along his clothed biceps, his sleeves now scrunched and wrinkled, and you honestly have no shame — too lost in being drowned into your orgasm.

He groans at the feel of your cunt contracting around his cock, his thrusts now gaining a sloppy momentum. “Fuck, didn’t know you could get so tight.” His eyes fall down to his cock — the sight of your lady lips sucking him in entirely and contracting around his shaft tips him over the edge.

Seokjin gazes into your eyes with parted lips and lets out a shuddering moan dipped in ecstasy, his nails dig into the flesh of your waist as he rides out his high.

“Fuck,” he breathlessly says. A sudden warmth down below causes you to witness Jin’s cock pulsing as thick ropes of his cum surges into you, painting your walls and filling you up entirely of him. He joins you in watching himself gradually ease out of you. You clench your walls intentionally; Jin’s cum drains from your fucked out heat and drips onto the ground.

You both remain in silence, the sound of your breaths filling up the entire space. Before you could even process what just happened, or simply let out a syllable or two, the double doors of the lab burst open.

There stood a tall, slender man with glasses and a dark-chocolate, bowl cut. His deep, baritone voice sends a shuddering chill through you.

“Someone’s got a lot of explaining to do.”

“Ah, shit.” Jin whispers, with both hands on his hips and his soft length now flaccid. You cover your face in your palms, in full shame.

[accioadhdmeds]

Flesh // D.M. X Reader

Okay so like no one asked for this but I’m feeling it haha . Based on the song Flesh by Simon Curtis because it’s a jam. Also not my Gif

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: Smut? Dirty talk, chocking, Dom!Draco, unprotected sex, Just filth man

Words: dude I can barley count so like a lot.

- I’m putting a smut with a question mark because I’m writing the warning before writing the fan fiction. I have also never written smut in my life so go easy.

- I also hate proof reading because I hate reading my own writing so take that as you will.

Sitting down at the table during dinner was pretty uneventful, you tried to mostly keep to yourself as most of Slytherin tended to avoid you. In their eyes you were too nice to be in their house. You always made more friends with the other houses than you did your own. Mostly because you don’t like the stuck up nature that Slytherin represented.

You tried to ignore the chatter about the upcoming party that was happening in your own common room, while sticking your nose in your potions book. Shape had told you guys about an upcoming exam happening on the following Monday that you were not prepared for. While trying to study you over heard Pansy exclaiming to Draco about how they better do spin the bottle because it was the best while everyone is drunk. You rolled your eyes at the comment knowing that Pansy only wanted to play In hopes that she would be able to snog Draco. You saw his shake his head as a sign of rejection at the idea. And you let out a a sigh knowing you didn’t have to hear about the snogging session the morning after by all the students.

Dinner was winding to an end and you were still trying to study for the exam. Hearing everyone start to leave the great hall you shut your book and started to pack away your materials. You stood up and shoved another roll into your pocked making sure to have something to eat in your dorm while studying. Once walking out of the great hall you saw a group of your house members huddled around trying to make plans about that night. While walking by you heard the Goyle got an upperclassmen to get some Firewhisky. Scoffing, you knew you wernt going to be able to study with the racket that was about to happen in only 2 hours.

Once I’m your room, you flopped on the bed hoping that maybe you were going to be able to sleep tonight. Shaking your head you knew it was a long shot; with how all of the Slytherin parties went. Pushing yourself out of the bed you went to go take a shower hoping that this would all be a fever dream. You stood under the hot water relishing the fact this was gonna be the last time you got peace and quite for the next 8 hours. Stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around yourself as you made your way into your dorm. You exited the bathroom and heard voices of Daphne and some unknown male having a conversation. Not wanting to inturrupt you tried to crack the door and listen in.

“I know your sister is going to be there, but no I don’t want to be around her all night”. The male voice said seeming slight distraught,

“ i know, I know, but our parents want you two to get to know eachother better”. You heard Daphne’s voice say with some concern, at this point you knew this was not a conversation you wanted to be apart of or hear. Doing the next logical thing your short circuited brain could do, you tossed the door open as loud as possible. Although while forgetting you were just in a towel after the shower.

Hearing the loud squeal of the door both Daphne amd and the male shot their heads towards the sound. Once looking at them you saw a blonde headed figure you knew all too well, Draco Malfoy. Standing there with your hair dripping you looked between both of them while hoping they didn’t realize you were listening to their conversation. You looked between the two of them and just stood there unable to move your feet with anxiety.

Daphne let out a sigh and looked over at Draco, motioning toward you as a sign to leave. Draco looked apprehensive at first then locked eyes with you. You tried to stare at him, but his icy grey eyes made you flinch and look away at the intensity of them. But what you didn’t miss is eyes making their way up your calves towards the rest of your body thst was covered in a towel. You inwordly shuddered at the thought of him trying to undress you with his eyes.

Draco then scoffed and turned his heal to leave the room. Shutting the door with a slight slam, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were even holding. Daphne looked at you quizzically wondering why you walked out in a towel.

“I didn’t know anyone was even here”. You answered before she could even speak. She shrugged her shoulders taking the lie. You started to change into your pajamas when Daphne looked at you again with a raise of her eyebrow.

“You’re not wearing pajamas to the party are you, Y/N ?” She asked while looking you up and down. You figured under her intense gaze.

“No, I don’t plan on going, I wanted to study for Snape’s test on Monday”. You said matter of factly. She shook her head laughing at your studiousness.

“ No, come one Y/N, you have to go you haven’t been to a single party since the beginning of the term”.

You dropped your shoulders knowing she was right. It had been a while since you decided to cut lose ajd enjoy your time as school, even if it was people you didn’t particularly enjoy.

“ Alright Daphne, just because you put it so elegantly”. You said with a shake of your head.

“Great, I have the perfect dress you can wear, I guarantee the guys will be drooling over you”. She said with a light laugh knowing you were nervous. You just shoot your head accepting defeat because she wasn’t going to give up.

She handed you a short black dress, you grabbed of the hanger and saw the there was a plunge back, you sighed knowing that there was no way you could wear a bra with it. But to appease her you went to try it on in the bathroom. Stepping into the bathroom you got a tinge of nerves because you wernt the type to wear this type of dress.

Slipping it on you looked at yourself in the mirror surprised at how well it fit your figure. It had a slight Vneck showing some cleavage, while it billowed out at your waist like a skater skirt would. Turing around you saw the deep plunge reached your lower back leaving it exposed. There were thick straps on your shoulders making you feel a little more comfortable than a spaghetti strap would. You decided to go out and show Daphne.

Once walking out of the bathroom she looked at you and gasped.

“ I swear that looks better on you than it did me when I bought it”. She said with enthusiasm in her voice. You slightly blushed at the complement and locked eyes with the ground hoping she didn’t notice .

“Now, let’s get your hair and makeup done before it gets too late “. She said wirh a clap of her hands while taking towards you.

About 20 minutes later you had your hair done in slight beach waves with a brown Smokey eye and light face makeup. Daphne squealed in excitement saying how great you look. You nodded your head hoping she didn’t notice your hesitance. Once she got ready she grabbed your arm and dragged you out of the dorm.

Walking out you couldn’t help but feel nervous seeing all of the people in the common room with the drinks in their hand while dancing to the music that jumped through the radio. You glanced around hoping you’d seem someone you knew, but sadly it seems to be mostly Slytherin at the party. While looking around you spotted Astoria in the corner hanging off of Draco trying to get his attention. That’s not surprising you muttered under your breath figuring out that’s what Daphne and Draco were talking about earlier. Glancing back towards them you saw Draco trying to shrig her advances off, laughing to yourself yourself, you went to the drink table hoping that some Firewhisky would help soothe your nerves.

One drink turned into two, then five and before you knew it you were on the dance floor feeling better than you have in a while. Swaying your hips with Daphne having fun with whatever muggle song came on the radio. Then you heard it, the bass thumped through you as the sound of a fast heart beat came on. You knew this song, very well in fact. Hearing the intro you let your body take over.

It’s not the way into my heart

Into my head

Into none of the above

Hearing the first part of the lyrics sparked something in you. This is your guilty pleasure song, the one you listen to alone and no one else knows about. Smirking to yourself you rolled your body to the beat hoping that the crowd of people would keep you hidden for any wandering eyes.

This is just my way of releasing the feelings Deep inside of me

The spark of black that I seem to love

Too drunk to care you moved your hips and back In a way that screamed sexual. What you didn’t realize is that you had a pair of eyes watching you. Continuing to dance you turned around and locked eyes with with him.

Draco Malfoy

Man if you didn’t have a crush before, you certainly did now. The way his gaze rolled over you like he was claiming you as his with with his piercing eyes. With some liquid courage you smirked at him and gestured your finger to him as a ‘come here’.

We can get a little crazy, just for fun

Just for free

Don’t even try to hold back just

Let go

He smirked at you and started to saunter over to the middle of the dance floor where to were. He still wore the same cocky grin on his face that you tried to ignore oh so bad during lectures. You smiled internally knowing that you might have a slight effect of the platinum blonde that was now standing in front of you.

Without a out a second thought you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close. To your surprise he allowed it and put his hands on your hips, while smirking at your slightly flustered stare at his actions.

Turn me up and take me over till I’m done

Till I’m free

You got me feelin that I’m ready to blow

Knowing you have the upper hand you leaned in close to him, noses brushing while singing the lyrics. You almost missed the way he but his lip while his pupils blew wide. You trailed your hands down his chest and grabbed his waist pulling him closer while still singing.

Push up to my body sink your teeth into my flesh

Get undressed

Ta- taste the flesh

Rolling your body onto him you felt him tighten his grip on your waist. Smirking you glanced up at his eyes. Seeing him already looking down at you made yoi stomach tie in knots. You wondered if teasing him was a good idea. Before you could answer your own inner monologue he grabbed your hand and led you off the dance floor.

Before you knew it your back was pressed flush on his door inside his room. Hands on either side of your face trapping you in. You glanced up at him with eyes wide not knowing that it would lead to this. He looked down, eyes blown with lust.

“Do you realize what you’ve been doing to me all night”. He asked looking down at your smaller stature with a slight grin on his face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”. You said feigning inoccents while fluttering your eyelids at him.

“ Don’t try to play coy with me Y/L/N, you knew exactly what you were doing out there.” He said with his voice barely above a whisper in your ear. You shuddered at his hot breath and felt him smirk at the reaction. You glanced up and locked eyes with him, this was a state you have never seen him in, pupils blown wide, ragged breaths, and you saw his jaw clenched like he was trying to control himself. You had to admit it was pretty hot.

You got a wave of confidence and grabbed his white button down and pulled him closer to you. And smiled internally at the sound of surprise that came from him.

“Amd what if I am playing coy Malfoy, what are you going to do about it.” You said while smirking at his intake of breath.

“How about I show you love”: he said with his regain of confidence. Grabbing you by the waist and pulling you onto him, he started to walk over to his bed. Throwing you down he hovered above you. You whined in want while looking up at him. He tore his gaze away from your eyes and dragged them down your body, seeing your black dress ride up your thighs he groaned to himself.

Before you knew it his hands were on your bare thighs and trailing up the skirt of your dress. Yoiu groaned at the sudden contact.

“Tell me you want this as much as I do princess” he said glancing at your face. You nodded quickly as a response to him. He shook his head needing words.

“ I need you to tell me darling, with your words”. He said in a low voice. The sound send shivers down your spine.

“Yes, Draco please”. You said while wiggling your hips where his hands now resided under your skirt he smirked up at you and brought his left hand up to your neck. Wrapping around it all you could feel was his cold rings. Gasping at sensation he leaned over you millimeters away from you lips.

“Now, are you gonna be a good girl and do as I say? Or am I going to have to punish you?”. He said with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You clenched your thighs together at his words knowing you wanted more, but didn’t want to disobey him.

“I’ll be good, please draco, I’ll be good” you said in a whimper. This seemed to please him because his lips were on yours in an instant. Fireworks , that’s all you felt. It was like your body was igniting in fire. It sent goosebumps up your legs to your arms, you could’ve came right there In all honestly. No guy you had ever been with made you feel like this all because of a kiss. He pulled away and started to trace down your neck. Grabbing a fist full of hair when he found your sweet spot right below your ear, you tugged. Hearing him groan sent a whole new sensation in between your legs, fuck.

He grabbed your hips roughly and pulled your towards the edge of the bed. Pulling his face down to your heat, your groaned at the sight of him smirking in between your legs. And with the flick of his wrist your panties off before you could blink. He looked up at you as to ask permission one more time, you gave him a slight nod of your head to get him to continue. Before you knew it there was his mouth on your clit.

Throwing your head back and moaning loudly, your grabbed his hair to try to stabilize yourself. You could feel him smirk on you as he circled his index finger toward your opening. Thrusting your hips towards him and whining, he took that as a sign to put it in. Slowly pumping a finger he continued his assault on your clit.

“Draco, please more”. You said bucking your hips for more stimulation. He obliged and put another finger in while curling it finding that oh so good spot. Once you felt him hit it you tugged at his hair and threw your head back almost seeing stars. Merlin, how was he so good at this, it’s like he knew your body better than you did. You were getting close you could feel it, the coil in your stomach tightening almost ready for release, then it stopped. You gasped and looked up at him in irritation. His lower jaw slightly glistening from your arousal. He just smirked at you and climbed over you you.

“Only good girls get to cum Y/N” he said while sadistically looking down at you.

“I don’t think you’ve been too good teasing me like that all night.”

You whined at his voice and grabbed at his shit starting to unbutton, once unbuttoned you pushed it off of him and threw it onto the floor. Before you knew it he flipped you into your stomach and started to unzip your dress agonizingly slow. Once the zipper rested at the bottom he flipped you back over and started to slowly pull it down your shoulders to your hips. His eyes raking in every exposed piece of skin as he slid the dress down.

“Merlin you’re beautiful.” He said quietly and yanked the rest of your dress of your hips. Starting at your navel he kissed up while groping your chest firmly in one hand. He reached your lips and brought you into a passionate kiss. Biting your lower lip he asked for permission. Allowing access you opened your mouth letting his tongue roam. The kiss so intense you didnt realize he already had his pants and underwear off. He grabbed your hands and pushed them above your head with one hand holding them there.

Adjusting himself he started gliding along your heat, you groaned in response as he collected your arousal and started to push in. Starting slowly he inched in letting you adjust as he went. Feeling the fullness you gasped and tilted your head back. Once fully seated Draco started to kiss you neck giving you a second to get used to it. Once feeling comfortable you squeezed your legs letting him know he could move.

Starting slowly he pulled out and went slowly for the first minute, then you started to buck your hips and he lost it. Setting a vigorous pace before you knew it. Once hand holding your arms above your head and the other settling into your neck feeling his cold rings again.

“You like that darling,” he said with a sharp snap of his hips hitting the spot inside yoh that made you utter his name like prayer on your lips. All you could do is nod and moan at his words as he had his way with you. He finally released his grip off your hands and brought it to his lips. Coating his thumb In his mouth he brought it down to your clit again. Rubbing figure eights in it, you started to see stars.

Before you knew it you were coming while moaning his name loudly like it was the only word you knew. After a few strokes his hips stuttered as he reached his high as well while moaning your name. He pulled out and gave your cheek a kiss.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that” Draco said with a slightly smile. Oh raised your eyebrow at him In question. And before you could reply he threw one of his shirts into your face making you laugh.

“So I take that as I’m not leaving tonight?” You ask sliding it on.

“Oh no love , you think I’m even remotely done with you . “ he said looking at you over his shoulder winking. You clenched your things in anticipation.

By Merlin it was going to be a long night.

[fangirl-everythang]

Characters and Their Kinks: Marvel Edition Part 1

Not for children. *graphic warning*

Read at your own risk

Warnings: Kink mentions, swearing, incredibly hot gifs.

Steve Rodgers

•Probably Vanilla

•CONSENT COMES FIRST

•If you were to try something new, he’d check in on you often

•Definitely would fuv* infront of the mirror.

•Wants to know he’s doing great

“It’s okay doll, let them hear you… tell them who’s making you feel so good.”

Also he would definitely forget to lock the door, so you get to see America's ass respectfully :)

Tony Stark

•Total Narcissist, he’d always want to be in control of any given situation.

•Loves photographs, videos, and audio recordings to re-live freaky deaky time. (WOULD PUT THE HELMET ON YOU TO WATCH P*RN)

•A masochist for sure, would love to see you turn red from embarrassment.

“Awwe is my who)r# acting shy? Come on I’ve seen you cry because I wouldn’t let you cum. Use your words or I turn it off.”

•Is a dom but more of a sir type beat.

•Watches you play for his own enjoyment.

•Loves using toys he makes.

Bruce Banner

•Has his moments but definitely enjoys being the little spoon.

•Gets rough occasionally but prefers a slower/softer pace which is different from how people see him.

•RIPS CLOTHES OFF AND LOVES IT

•Wants to be dominated more than dominator

Y/n: “Are you gonna be my good boy Bruce?”

Has a praise kink

Natasha Romanoff

•Let's you think your in control. P.S you never really are.

•Probably a mistress but is high in rewards as opposed to degradation.

•BI maybe more???- She wouldn’t mind in ANY WAY

•Latex 10/10, loves BDSM.

•Would probably be into multiple partners( 3somes etc.,)

•Loves when she gets a fight

“Keep it up and I’ll leave you here, that’s a promise.”

•Has a hard time letting someone else take lead but wants to(Rare situation)

•Public Teasing

Likes feeling loved/wanted and aftercare always reflects that and the quality time spent together.

Thor

•The man is a literal god, no doubt that dic’in is 104948/10

•Loves being dominant but likes when you take care of him sometimes.

•He would like watching you be restrained (whether it be with his hands, or some other material) , and would tease the absolute f7ck outta you.

•Sensory play is a MUST (LMAOOO he’d resuscitate you through nipple clamps/piercings)

•Has a need to be praised, but also has no problem putting you in your place.

“Do I look to be in a gaming mood love? Did not think so, on your knees, put that mouth of yours to work.”

Clint Barton

•Seems like he doesn’t care but actually does… a lot

•Makes sure he takes care of you first and gets off to your pleasure.

•Likes it when you dress up for him but literally ADORES YOU in general.

•Praises you all the time

“You look so pretty, taking my c0ck, just like that…”

•Makes serious EYE CONTACT

•Has no problem switching the tone and will flip you over onto your knees while pounding into you relentlessly.

•Likes cuddling after.

Peter Parker

•Would tie you up with Spidey web

Nuts kinda fast

Gets flustered easily, a definite switch for sure.

•Joined all public transport clubs

•Often teases you in public or vice versa

•Loves knowing you could get caught

"Shhhh be good and take it else they’ll hear you.” AS HE’S PUTTING HIS HAND OVER YOUR MOUTH TO MUFFLE THE MOANS (probably bent over someone’s sink tbh)

•Quickies are the foundation

James Bucky Barnes

•Is cocky as f*ck, would make sexual innuendoes all the TIME.

•On the rougher side, I mean come on the man has a robotic arm.

•Likes choking and spanking and will gladly put you in your place regardless of the environment

•Daddy+ knife kink for sure.

•Loves to see you beg.

"Now now doll, I know you can do better than that.”

•Likes to remind you 24/7 about the control he has over you.

T'Challa

•Is very considerate of your feelings.

•Will leave you if there is an emergency tho.

•Takes his time with you (You’d come at least 3 times before he goes in …)

•Knows your body better than you

•Holds your hand as he penetrates.

“ If you weren't so stubborn, you would have come by now.”

•Always out does you, even when you try.

Loki

•He loves feeling wanted/needed

•Loves choking you, eye contact, and overpowering.

•Likes to watch you put on a show for him *wink wink*

•Praises you AND tells you how much of a dirty sl*t you are (only for him tho)

•Very possessive

“You were made to be ruled love. In the end, you’ll always kneel for me.”

•Pulls your hair just to show you who’s in control. (pls I could write a WHOLE FANFIC ON THIS VERY THEORY)

A/n:

Let me know what you guys think! Agree, disagree, want to add. I have another sitting in the drafts but I wanted to see how this goes on here. Also if anything Inspires you, I would be more than glad to read them/ watch them if tiktok is your forte. Just credit back to the thoughts that's all my loves!

xoxo-Janelle

[denqis]

hii ! i saw that requests are open, can i request for h/c of a few of the captains (of your choice) with a short fem s/o (im like 4’ 11 so—) cheering on them for a game and after? (it can be sfw or nsfw or sfw leading to nsfw sksksk) if you do take it, thank you!! ❤️

thanks for requesting bb!! i can't really relate since i'm idk 5'9 ish (175cm) lmao so sorry if this doesn't meet your expectations! enjoy💗

super short s/o x various captains!

daichi sawamura

- he saw you immediately

- basically senses your presence even before you arrive

- he'll be so flustered when you loudly cheer him on though aw aw aw

- well at first at least

- goes all out RESPONSIBLY

- so focused

- it's almost scary

- but after the game he'll let loose

- poor first years were hella scared

- he was so smiley and happy and dreamy???

- will lift you up and carry you out of the hall bridal style

- gosh i love daichi

- "baby you really bring out the best in me."

- very exhausted after games

- so he just big spoons you

- plays with your hair until he falls asleep

- you love it, being covered by his body

- but,,,, huh??

- sOMETIMES, you'd suddenly feel his hands wandering

- ????

- "you were so great out there, cheering me on."

- he wants to reward you for cheering? hell no

- you want to reward HIM for being so great

- just wholesome, lazy sex

- but when karasuno looses

- shit, you better prepare yourself

- pounds into you, RECKLESSLY

- you'll be going all night, scary dom daichi

- "you may be tiny but i know you can take it princess."

- almost all pda is reserved for home though, he doesn't want the others to stay focused on volleyball

kenji futakuchi

- this bitch

- he kinda forbid you from watching

- inoffically, because aw deep down he was nervous

- officially though, he didn't want his DIRTY team mates "close" to you

- ignores you throughout the whole game LMAO

- or at least tries to

- but shit

- you never let anyone tell you what to do let alone ignore you??

- so you just piggybacked your bestie

- screamed his name as loud as possible

- he was kinda embarrassed kinda turned on

- blocks so many spikes it's insane

- hides you in his arms after the game

- no one is allowed to see you

- very possesive kenji!

- shit i love him so much

- man's hot and bothered after matches tbh

- but he's also very lazy in bed

- too lazy to bend down to kiss you properly even

- psh, asshole

- but please

-please please please at least TRY to suck him off while standing up straight

- he'll bust the hugest nut

- a bitch, he'll purposely let you do all the work

- "i worked hard today, i deserve this."

- knows that the team is close so he prefers to get down and real dirty at home

- but just sometimes when he CANT HOLD IT ANYMORE

- when someone *cough kamasaki cough* riles him up he'll make you his

- like, HIS HIS

- ragdoll typa deal

- but he has this hella soft side too?

- when he'll take you out for dinner and demand cuddles and massages

- thankful BABY

- he often doubts his abilities as a captain so having you there, cheering like he's a champ

- his heart is just so full

- he's your human blanket

tetsurou kuroo

- fucking bitch thinks he's so smooth

- ACTS like he doesn't notice you

- "kuroo y/n's here to cheer you on?"

- he'll act surprised but he knew

- puts in extra effort tho

- extra extra effort

- super strict to impress you on the low

- even after the game's ended

- looks over your head and acts like you aren't even there

- remind you again, why were you dating this idiot

- eventually just hugs you

- almost suffocating you tbh

- you always scold him for being sweaty so this time he PURPOSELY poured water all over and needless to say he's the only one laughing

- you've had it

- you started playing with the hem of his pants IN FRONT OF EVERYONE???

- it had the perfect height so why not

- he choked and lost his cool, finally

- you'd try to pull out his limp dick numerous amounts of times before, especially in front of the first years to mess with them

- kuroo in bed.... an adventure

- he'll be eating you out so good

- holy shit he's the master of oral, periodt. fax.

- you wouldn't be cumming anytime soon

- he was twice, thrice your size, he loved his power

- never ever forces him onto you tho

- he's so aware of how much bigger he his

- ATTENTIVE BABY

- passionate and wild sex

- or heated makeouts and cuddles

- "you were almost as cool as me today, babe."

koutarou bokuto

- LMAO

- this idiot i sWEAR DOWN

- let's be real

- when akaashi first told him you were in the crowd

- HE DIDNT EVEN SEE YOU DJSNSBS

- but

- once he DOES oh my god

- sO DISTRACTED

- you just look so so pretty beaming and screaming his name and he knows you're his

- always steals lil glances

- that's until konoha literally almost snaps his neck when he misses a spike

- boy's on his a-game after that

- hits one spike after another and boasts EVEN more than usual

- you'd be buried under him after this so he gave even more than his all

- his thighs were burning, heart racing but when you fell into him after the game

- a new fire was ignited in him

- where the fuck does he get his stamina from

- if he won, quickie

- where he praises you for cheering him on so well

- but PLEASE PRAISE HIM LOTS TOO

- he'll be putty in your hands when you praise him

- does literally anything for you

- you wanna please him, rewarding him for playing so well

- but he has you up against the stall, easily holding you up with one arm

- thanking you for being so amazing

- hE GRUNTS

- but oh no when he's lost

- not in the mood for anything

- call him bo or kou pls :(

- heaps of reassurance

- "i can't even fuck you right, i bet someone else is better for you."

- you've HAD IT OFFICIALLY

- you try to push him against a wall or onto a bench or his bed or whatever really

- but he's too strong, you eventually just stare up at him, frustrated

- "only you can make me scream, ace."

- and there he was again

- trace! his! muscles!

- angry, sloppy blowjobs/fingering

[nosferatyou]

Top Yourself (Jack White x Reader)

Word Count: 5.3k

Summary: You’re the bassist for The Raconteurs opening band, over the tour you and Jack haven’t been on the best terms. At their next show the two push each other just a little too far.

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, y’all), cursing, dom-m. If you're under 18 please don't interact! Thank you!

Authors notes: Alright first smut, you guys. This took me wayyy too long to do but here it is. Honestly, I could've done worse. And sorry it isn't great for all the people here for my great content, but a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. Also, the amount of Jack White fics that are on here is sad, if I'm not wrong this is the only one. He’s hot as hell its surprising that there isn't more here.

Jack was weirdly quiet today, and to be honest it was freaking me out a little. Usually, he is nitpicking everything I do, onstage or off, if not that then he is always making conversation with someone on the bus. But today he is quietly sitting in his normal seat, with the same book he’s been trying to read throughout the whole tour, and sunglasses inside to top it all off. Which isn’t uncommon with jack and typically isn’t bad news, but today it radiated off different energy. He was cranky over god knows what and was trying to hide it, though his seemingly unending scowl was a dead giveaway. The perfect time to fuck with him as always.

“Hey sunglasses, it seems you didn’t get the memo.” I put my bass down and leaned back into the small couch. 

He didn’t look up or say anything, just let out a small huff of annoyance, so I continued.

“They used to say if you make a face for long enough it’ll stick. I never believed them, but with all the time you spend making that face I have to assume it’s stuck.”

HE huffed again, still not looking away from his book. “Fuck off, Y/N. Not right now.” 

I chuckled and quickly responded, “Ooh the town elder speaks. I thought us youngsters had to be respected by the elderly or was it the other way around?” 

I got up from my spot and sat across from him in the small booth across from the couch. When I sat down I read the title of the book, finally learning it after all this time. I chuckled again and said, “It seems that every dad reads World War 2 books any chance they get. It’s like they read it specifically for the moment when someone asks about some obscure happening. Or is the only way we can get into the great beyond is by knowing everything that ever happened during those few years, and only dads know the key.” 

I snatched the book out of his hand and blankly read over the pages, mainly just trying to get any reaction out of him I could.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and mumbled “Jesus christ, Its likes having a child on this bus 24/7.” 

I closed the book and stuck it next to me, and more importantly out of the reach of Jack. 

“You didn’t answer me. Is the second world war the only chance I’m getting into heaven or are you in the secret dad group for weird world war 2 facts?”

He ignored me, “Can you just make this easy today and give it back? I don’t feel like dealing with your childish antics.”

He stuck his hand out like I was just going to give it back. I’m too annoying to do that.

“First off you’re only 13 years my senior so how childish can I really be?” He just huffed and leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms, keeping his cold presence.

“Secondly, I’ll make it easy since you seem so…” I waved my hand referencing his stoic frame 

“Crotchety.”

He didn’t budge, but I swear I saw his eyes roll. I was also not going to make this easy, obviously.

“Alright Ill bite what is it, Y/N?” 

I smiled and leaned into the table. Letting my already lowcut shirt fall even lower, very purposefully showing off my cleavage. We’d been teasing each other so much over this tour I had to fit as much as I could into the little time we had left. I saw his eyes flicker down to my chest.

“What were you going to say after that show in San Antonio the other night, and don’t lie we both know you know what I’m talking about.” 

I wasn’t even going to try and hide my smirk. I had no idea if he was going to actually answer, especially over some random ass history book. 

Over the past few months, we’d been teasing each other. Sure with thrown around insults and tiffs, but we both know we’ve been saying or doing stuff to make the other flustered. But the more we did it the less we hid it. Hell, the amount of times id “accidentally” backed into him while bent over backing up some gear was countless. Same goes with the number of times he’d practically backed me into a wall during our arguments, both of us fuming and almost eye level with each other, each time he gets so close I can practically feel his breath on my face.  Though we’d barely touched, excusing all the accidental run-ins the only time it was normal was the handshake we shared when wed met. Ever since that it’s been nonstop teasing. Back in Texas, we’d found ourselves bickering over I don’t even remember what after a show. I do remember him backing me into a wall. You know as usual. This time he was hopped up on adrenaline and his pupils were blown out. Our faces were practically touching, his heavy breath fanning across my face. He leaned in to whisper something in my ear, but before he could get it out one of his band members walked into the room. As fast as it happened he was gone and I was left hot and heavy, alone in the room. 

He seemed to wince when I asked the question like he was expecting it but still not ready for it. He kept his composure though, to the unblinking eye this all would’ve seemed normal.

“Come on, Old Timer. Judging by your face I know you know exactly what I’m talking about. Reveal your true intentions.” I teased, the smirk still plastered to my face.

He broke his stoic composure, a small smirk spreading across his face. 

“I don’t know how long I can take this bratty behavior anymore, Y/N”

I shifted in my seat, I definitely wasn’t expecting him to say that. 

“Aren’t brats supposed to be punished?” I questioned, crossing my legs under the table. “Accidentally” running my foot along his leg.

He quickly sucked in and leaned forward against the table.

“You’re testing your limits, girl.”

Our faces were mere inches apart. His once cold aura was now warm and confident. He knew he already had me pistol-whipped.

I reached my hand underneath the small table to find his leg, slowly running it up his thigh. His body froze under my contact but didn’t pull away from my touch. 

As I got closer to his groin his hand suddenly snapped to my chin, pulling my head up to face his, us even closer than before.

“That night, in San Antonio, I was going to finally take you up to my room. Do what I think we both want.” He let go of my chin and reached into his pocket, grabbing a cigarette out of his pack and lighting it up. 

“But after all this… bad behavior I think ill make you wait.” 

He took a drag, slowly exhaled, then looked me up and down without shame, taking in my frame. He glanced down to his watch then stared back at me, with his sunglasses I couldn’t really catch what he was feeling.

“You’ve got soundcheck in 30 don’t be late.” He said like it like we hadn’t had the conversation before. 

And with that, he was gone. Leaving me high and dry in my seat, alone. 

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Soundcheck went normal as always, the boys and I played, did some shameless day drinking and hung out backstage. I kept a lookout for jack throughout, but he never showed. I don’t know where he disappeared off to, but I wanted to get back at him for earlier. Leave him feeling as I did. I searched backstage for a couple of minutes, but he was nowhere to be found and If I didn’t start getting ready now Id be late. That gave me an even better idea though. If I couldn’t get close then I’d have to get a rise out of him from a distance. Over the tour, I’d noticed a certain outfit that he’d stick around for more. A denim jumpsuit that was more often than not fully unbuttoned and paired with some random bralette, by the end of the set the top half is haphazardly hanging off my hips. Can’t blame the bassist for wanting more movement. Jack’s patterns aren’t hard to track, plus every time I look backstage his eyes are glued to me. Tonights the perfect night to pull it out again. 

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I, of course, put on quite the show during our set, I had to make up for the fact that I was the bassist. People’s eyes always wander to the guitarist. I thrashed around for the majority of the set, messing with our singer when I could, and pulled my signature move. It was more helpful than it was for showmanship, but I’ve been tearing up my fingers on my right hand from playing so much. So throughout the set ill seductively stick my middle finger in my mouth and slowly pull it out and return to playing. It’s honestly a quick fix for some relief, but it pulls out some reactions from the crowd as well. This time when I did it I caught Jack’s eyes from the stage, this time he was sunglasses free and fully dressed for the show. Sporting his classic all-black ensemble, topping it off with a leather jacket. I threw him a smirk and returned to my playing, still feeling his eyes practically burn a hole through me. 

As planned id wriggled my way out of the top half of my jumpsuit, really egging it on, making a show out of it. I’m surprised management hasn’t said anything about it because it’s borderline stripping. I played as hard as I could that night, and Jack’s eyes on me only pushed me further. I’m known to be pretty high energy on stage, but I was going so hard I knocked over a mic stand or two. I about took out our singer when thrashing my bass around. Most of all I put on a subtle show for jack. Bending over in his direction, subtle looks being thrown his way, and of course, keeping Jack’s unblinking eye over my body as I strip my jumpsuit half off. I practically had him wrapped around my finger.

When we finally finished up our set I walked right past him, not even looking him in the eye, but a smirk couldn’t help but creep across my face. 

After some waiting around he finally went on, and wow. He was really putting on a show tonight. Jack always goes on with as much energy and gusto, that’s why there is a bit of time between the opener and the main band. He is backstage with a red bull or whiskey in hand, breaking whatever he can with a baseball bat. He wants a good show, and to do that he brings out whatever emotion he can out of him. Tonight he brought the whiskey bottle with him on stage so this should make for a good show. 

He made that stage his own, of course, the rest of the band killed it, but Jack was on another level. He played the shit of his guitar, throwing it around when he played, and all the while sneaking shots from the hidden whiskey. He slowed down for “Top Yourself” but he was practically buzzing with energy. He seemed more into the lyrics than he had any previous night, all of them dripping with passion. He seemed so loose and into the music that his focus was anywhere but the crowd. While he seemed so tapered to the ground his face read something of chaos. 

I was so lost in trying to read him that I hadn’t noticed that he was slyly looking my way. A smug grin appearing on his lips as he sang “How're gonna get that deep? When your daddy ain't around here to do it to you?” Leaving the mic stand to jump into an impromptu solo. 

After all, I teased during my set it only seems fair hed return the favor. I just didn’t expect it to have as much as an effect as it did. As I watched him play the realization set in. I couldn’t take much of this teasing anymore. Every night we parted ways without saying a word but left to revel in all we did that day. Tonight that’s going to change.

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After it the show we all sort of rushed out of the venue, while we usually hang out for a bit to avoid the crowd, Jack was adamant about just going to the hotel. He seemed… heated. He was oddly quiet, he’s usually talking to everyone about everything. When he did respond it was snappy and rude. Nobody could catch a break. Tonight is just continuing to get progressively weirder. 

As much as I wanted to go through with my plan I was honestly pretty nervous to go through with it, especially now that jack has gone into angry hermit mode. I stayed out of the way as best as I could, which for me isn’t normal, I try to butt myself into conversations as best I can. Jack can only have the spotlight for so long. 

When we got to the hotel I was the last off the bus and was doing my best to maneuver my bass off the bus, but in the process, I about took jack down in the process. As I was rounding the corner to exit the bus I checked behind me to make sure I didn’t leave anything. Jack had stopped in front of the stairs suddenly and I knocked my bass into his back when I walked down the steps. 

“Fuck! Y/N, I swear to god haven’t you done enough tonight?” He exclaimed. 

I rushed off the bus to jack, being careful of my bass this time and set it on the ground. “Oh shit! Jack, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going! Are you okay?”

“You should be sorry.” He mumbled.

He seemed visibly annoyed, he didn’t seem in any pain, but his already irritated look had deepened. Which oddly sparked something in me. I know I had just rammed my bass into him, but when jacks been unforgiving all night I can’t hold back.

“Jesus whats crawled so far up your ass tonight that you cant have a sliver of kindness, huh?” I spat. My meekness suddenly taking a 180. I stood up straighter in front of him, my eyes burning when they met his. 

He seemed taken aback by my sudden reaction, but it didn’t take him long to spit fire right back. “You slam your bass into my back and you get mad at me? Stop acting like a child Y/N!” 

“Maybe you’re just used to everyone kissing your ass cause you’re “Jack White,” but I’m sick of your fucking attitude. Especially tonight.” His looming figure towered over me, he stared down at me with an unreadable intensity. I held my ground. 

He took a step towards me, causing me to step back, my back running into the bus.  He calmly puts his hand behind my head, leaning against the bus and closer to me. My breathing became heavy, I stared down at the ground, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Stop. Acting. Like a. Brat.” He spat, leaning his face closer to mine. He was so close I could feel the heat radiating off him. The smell of cigarettes lingered around him wherever he went.

I didn’t answer, I was so caught off guard I could barely react, but he didn’t give me much time to respond. He gripped my chin and forced me to look up at him, his eyes were lustful and his pupils blown. His breathing was ragged and hard, matching my own.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, girl.” His behavior tonight started to make more sense when I thought overall our interactions. A smirk formed on my lips and I came to my senses. His hand found his side when I finally answered.

“ Aw, you’re all frustrated because you were left horny all afternoon arent you? And now you’ve finally found a reason to make a move. Can jacky not handle it?” I was starting to feel fearless. I knew exactly what pushing his buttons would lead to. 

He pushed in closer to me, he was frustratingly close to touching me, yet he was just far enough.

“I think.” His face drifted closer, and his nose just barely touched my cheek, his breath fanning across my face. “You thought you were being cute with all your teasing, and that just won’t do. Won’t it darling?” He whispered against my skin. His left hand found my hip, tightly squeezing it. 

A small whimper left my mouth and my eyes fluttered closed, enjoying the sudden grasp. 

“I think you were being a fucking brat who should be put in their place.” 

Adrenaline pumped through my whole body as his face drifted closer to my neck. He moved painfully slow, his mouth ghosting across my skin. He was so close I could practically feel his lips curl into a smile. We both knew the moment you had any contact there would be no turning back, nothing would be the same. Both of us were holding our breath in anticipation.

Finally, he slowly pressed a kiss to my neck, almost as if to test the waters. Suddenly he sank his teeth in and sucked at my neck, a moan instantly leaving my mouth. It quickly turned into a crescendo of breathy moans and rough kisses down my neck. I was just falling into a rhythm until he suddenly pulled away to meet my eyes, both of us panting hard. 

“Why don’t we go up to your room so you can put me in your place?” I daringly asked him, the same come hither stare in your eyes that I had this afternoon.

Both of us grew more and more desperate as we made the trek to his room. We couldn’t seem to look at each other in the elevator, but I was practically buzzing in my spot. Ready for the moment when we do finally make it to his room. Ready for the anticipation to dissipate. 

The moment the door closed his lips were on mine, feverishly kissing me. He wasn’t delicate those few moments before, but he wasn’t rough, that quickly changed. He pinned me against the door and grabbed my chin, forcing my head upwards so he could expose my neck again. He left hot, opened mouthed kisses along my jawline and neck, before sinking his teeth in and sucking again. His sudden roughness brought a moan from my lips. 

The adrenaline kicking in, I pushed him off you and wrapped my arms around his neck. Passionately kissing him while leading him back to the bed. My heart was pounding over the sudden switch of control, but I knew it wouldn’t last long. 

He pulled away from the kiss and intertwined his hand with my own, a small smile on his lips. “You’re all talk, darling. Let me make you feel good.” 

He led me to the bed and slowly pulled my shirt off of you, his once ragged look was now sultry. His long curly hair was wild and his pupils were blown, but he was so calm it made him even more dominating.

I made my way off the bed onto my knees in front of him, the same playful smirk as before crossing my face. I reached for his zipper, unzipping it painfully slowly, keeping my eyes on his the entire time. My hands rested on his thighs for a moment, he nodded as if to say it was okay to proceed. 

I pulled down his pants just enough, leaving him just in his boxers. Looking forward, the nerves finally hit me the moment I saw him, but I didn’t let that stop me. I pulled them down revealing his cock, already painfully hard and swollen. I gave his face one last look to make sure and he nodded again. Slowly, I licked up his member until reaching the head, sinking my lips onto the tip. 

His head fell back and a sigh escaped his lips, “Mm good girl.” His hand entwining itself in my hair, resting it there.

I sank my mouth down on the rest of his cock and ever so slowly working back up, my tongue dragging along the protruding vein. Carefully, I sucked on the tip, my tongue circling around it as well. Finding a good rhythm then repeating. Getting more into it, I found a slow rhythm. Still, I just barely sped up and teased him as much as I could. I wanted to make him squirm underneath me.

I suddenly took in as much of him as I could, catching him off guard, a louder groan escaping his lips. His hand in my hair tightened its grasp, directing my head to go faster.

 My hand grabbed the base of his cock and followed upwards with my mouth, twisting my hand slowly, I could feel his cock twitch in my hand. I got faster and faster until I had your rhythm down. He moaned in response and so did I. 

“Oh fuck, darling. That’s it.” Jack groaned when I sped up even more. I felt myself grow wet at his words. 

Slowing once again, I  ran my tongue from the base to the head, smiling when I looked up at him. His breathing was heavy, his chest heaving up and down. He pulled me up from the ground and pushed me back on the bed, my breathing now just as heavy as his. 

“Take them off and scoot back for me, darling.” He asked me before quickly stripping himself of his clothes. 

As quickly as I could, I pulled off my pants, bra, and panties. Discarding them on the floor below. As I scooted back to the headboard I finally got to really take in his naked form. His arms were the first thing I focused on, the muscle was always prominent from years of playing, but unclothed they were even better. His frame wasn’t thin, but he had a simple dad bod and it was definitely working for him. Along with me he quickly threw his clothes to the floor and went to join me on the bed. 

“Be a good girl and spread your legs for me.” He said slowly running his hands up my bare legs, stopping at my mid-thigh. The way he handled me made shivers run up my spine in anticipation. 

I gave him a sultry look and spread my legs, all there for him to see. Jack was laying in between them, his hands softly running up and down my calves, then up to my inner thighs finally. I wanted to hide the fact that I was quickly falling apart at his fingertips, but it was getting harder and harder.

He carefully dipped his head close to my heat, staring into my eyes. My heart was beating so fast I could barely hear him ask “Fuck, darling. You’re practically dripping. Is this all for me?”

All I could muster was a quick head nod, too focused on the man whose face was dangerously close to my pussy.

He ran a finger from my heat to my clit, rubbing frustrating slow circles, a smirk playing on his lips. The sudden contact from the alabaster man brought a quiet moan from my lips, doing my best to hold it together.

“Answer me when I ask you a question, baby.” He growled, his face now hovering even closer. 

His rhythm ever so slightly speeding up, I moaned out “Y-Yes. “

“Yes, what?” He playfully asked, Now speeding up even more. He practically had me wrapped around his finger.

“Fuckkk. Yes, Sir.” I said breathlessly.

“That’s my, good girl.” He said quickly, before wrapping his hands around my thighs and started sucking my clit. A shamelessly loud moan left my mouth the moment he made contact with my heat. His tongue lapping at me and his hands tightly gripping my thighs were enough to send me over the edge.

My hand flew to his hair, moving it out of his face and gripping tightly. His eyes met mine and I about unraveled at the sight of him, a soft moan leaving my lips. That only egged him on, I felt his right hand leave my thigh, shortly after one of his fingers slowly entered my heat. Leaving me seeing stars.

“Oh, Jesus Christ- !” I moaned out.

His lips sucked on my clit as his digit slowly pumped in and out of me. It all turned into a fast crescendo of moans from both us, I was squirming under his touch. His moans only made me feel even better, feeling the vibrations with the already intense pleasure. 

“Fuck, Jack. Please.” I said breathlessly. I needed more but was ashamed to admit it.

He suddenly stopped and brought his head up, his chin slick with my juices. “What is it, baby? You want something you have to ask for it nicely.’

Teasing me, he rubbed his finger through my slick folds. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of giving in so quickly, but fuck. I wanted him so badly, and his teasing wasn’t helping anything. He cocked an eyebrow and pulled his hand away completely, forcing a whine out of me from the lack of contact. 

“What’d I say? Use your words, darling.” He teased with that stupid smirk coming back to his face. 

I couldn’t take it anymore, “Just- Just fuck me please. I don't think I can take it anymore.” I whined, your cheeks burned with embarrassment. 

“That wasn’t too hard now was it?” He teased. He climbed on top of me, quickly wiping his messy chin with of his hand. Sliding a hand from my hip up to my breast playing with my nipple, making me let out a soft whimper and buck against him. 

He hastily dove in, kissing me without any hesitation, still playing with my breast. His tongue slid inside my mouth instantly and I definitely didn’t mind. I ran my hands from his chest to his neck, desperately touching him anywhere I could. Finally threading them in his long curly hair, wanting to keep him as close as possible. 

This was different than our previous kisses, they were quick and careless. He took his time with me, his hand now cradling my face, his thumbs lightly swiping across my cheek. It was the sweetest moment we’d had with each other. 

“Mm, Darling I’ve thought about this since we’ve met.” He pulled away for a moment to look at my face, his fingers tangled themselves in my messy hair. A small but noticeable smile on his face. “You ready, baby?” He asked, reaching down and slowly dragging his cock through my slick folds.

I looked back up at him and quickly nodded my head. “Jack please, I want you so bad. Please.” His teasing made me squirm beneath him. 

He leaned down and gave me a quick kiss before saying, “Been such a good girl for me, spread your legs baby. Let me give you what you deserve.” 

Before I knew it he was painfully slowly edging his way inside of me before bottoming out. The both of us letting out a low groan at the feeling. His hand wandered down to my breast, slowly massaging before I spread your legs more, trying to take him in as much as possible. 

He sucked in a quick breath of air and mumbled “Fuck, baby you’re so tight. You ready for me to move?”

His head hung down, his breathing still slower, but each breath made his chest heave. He was being so incredibly soft and sweet tonight, but I needed more than that. Pulling him down by the forearm I hastily kissed him. “Jack, please. Don’t hold back.”

He didn’t need much convincing and quickly slammed into me. A slew of curses quickly came from my mouth, my fingers gripped tighter in his hair. His head rested in the crook of my neck, leaving messy kisses all over, as his hips drove into me harder and harder. Thank god the headboard was attached to the wall or else the neighbors would’ve had something to complain about. 

“Baby you’re taking my cock so well, such a good girl.” He praised, practically moaning through his words. 

He leaned up and made space for his hand between the two of us, touching me as he pounded into you. All of the pleasure at once made me see stars, it felt as if the air had left my lungs for a moment. It was almost too much to handle. 

I raked my nails down his chest, easing the intensity of his pleasure. Soft groans had turned into load moans leaving my mouth. He wasn’t shy about being vocal either, not afraid to loudly moan next to my ear. It only turned me on more, I could feel my own wetness coat my thighs and his groin. 

I was already starting to get close, everything about him was just making the experience even better. His wild hair sticking out every which way, the feeling of his hand gripping my collarbone, the soft feeling of his nose brushing against my own. I think he was starting to get close as well. He looked up at me and his once pale complexion was now pink and flushed, glistening with sweat. 

Our rhythm together was starting to get faster and faster, each thrust sending me further over the edge. He bent down and swept me into a deep kiss, our two bodies moving in tandem. He quickly bit my lip then released to give me one last love bite before I was seeing white. My body practically lost feeling for a brief moment before I came down again, a string of curses following. I didn’t want it to end, but as I came down I swear I was seeing floating colors.

Jack groaned and leaned up to look at me again, his breathing was ragged, he almost seemed out of breath. “Y/N I’m gonna come.” He moaned, still keeping up his pace. 

He quickly sped up, a slew of curses coming out his mouth, and his eyes were tightly shut. I felt his fluids flow into me, filling me up. He let out a low groan and slowly pulled out, laying next to my tired body. Both of us covered with sweat and completely out of breath, our chests heaving up and down. 

I moved to my side and wrapped myself around him, he was quick to wrap an arm around me, letting out a long sigh. 

“I think that’s the nicest interaction we’ve had to date” I breathlessly laughed out.

He let out a small chuckle and hummed in agreement. “I suppose it was.” 

“I have a feeling it won’t be our last “Nice interaction.” I mumbled against his chest.

“Funny. I was thinking the same thing.” He leaned over and gave me a small kiss on the forehead. “Now let’s get you cleaned up, darling.”

[astras-world]

Rich kid! Peter Stark Au

Warning: Smut, swearing, jewelry fetish (?), dom! Peter parker slight bdsm (bondage) orgasm denial, over stimulation, bullying

Requested: No. Please do send in requests.

Pairing: Peter Stark x Reader

Summary: Peter gets fed up with the bullying then reveals a fantasy.

(Also why is this scene so hot? Like??? It's illegal to look hot that much okay Tom?)

Peter would never be one to show off his wealth, he was humble, a trait his father was proud of yet confused by.

All his life Peter had every thing he could ever want and need and Tony made sure he was well loved as well and yet Peter didn't like showing off or even making it known that he was rich but there would be times when Tony knew the Kid felt a little more confident than other days it usually happens when something good happens like when the two of you started dating, the next day Peter wore a limited editon Gucci jacket he was aware of the stares and he loved it.

Peter usually doesn't splurge but whenever he gets the chance to give you something he would always go all out.

His first gift to you was 3 months after you started dating, he'd gotten you a diamond ring and you stared at him in shock

'Peter, I love you with all my heart but I really don't think we're ready for that" you say nervously

"What?" He looks at you confused then looks at the ring again and realization dawns on his face and he laughs

"oh baby, I'm not proposing" he chuckles slipping the ring on your ring finger

"Not yet at least. This is a promise ring" He smiles at you.

"A promise ring? Peter this must have cost you millions how much even is this?" you were scared to even find out the numbers behind the expensive ring sitting on your finger

"Babe, don't worry about it, this is nothing. I only want the best for my girl." He smiles at you and as much as you want to melt right there you were still concerned about him spending so much money on you.

"Baby, really it's no problem, please just accept it?"

After that the gifts seem to only go up in price from dresses to shoes and bags and the only time he gave you a gift that was below thousands of dollars was a photo album that he put together of his favorite pictures of you since he loved to take pictures and he made a scrapbook out of it and gifted it to you on your birthday.

Today was one of the days when Peter felt a little confident, you knew because he used his favorite Balenciaga shoes and you can smell his favorite Valentino fragrance on him. He greeted you with a kiss as he walked up to you a smile never leaving his face

"Well hello sunshine, what's got you in such a good mood?" You greeted smiling widely at him

"Nothing, I just finally finished the project I was working on down at the lab" He answers smiling even wider than earlier

He always felt a little more confident whenever he finishes a project, he feels accomplished and thus trigger his 'Stark!' side.

"Well congratulations, tiger. I'm very happy for you." you said smiling brightly at him

He takes your hand in his and your knuckles before walking you to your class. He waves as you go in and heads to his class

You meet again later at lunch where you eat with him, ned and mj at your usual spot. You were all discussing plans of going to Peter's place for a movie night in the coming weekend when Flash walks up to your table

"Sup Penis?" He says with a smirk

"What do you want, Flash?" Peter replies flatly

"Well I just wanted to say hello to lovely (y/n) over here" He says eyeing you.

"Well you've said it, can you go now?" You ask sharply

"No need to get riled up princess, hey give me a call when Penis over here can't satisfy you anymore" He says teasingly

"No thanks, I'm sure a chipmunk could satisfy me better that you can ever satisfy any girl on this planet' You smiled fakely

"What the fuck did you sa-" Flash grabs your arm and Peter immediately grabs his arm and twists it

"Grab my girl again and you won't have an arm next time" Peter says darkly

"Whatever, Penis. Everybody knows your 'Balenciaga' shoes are fake anyway." Flash pulls his arm away and huffs in irritaion

"You mean like all your 'designer clothes?" Peter fires back quickly. "impressive though maybe next time cut off the tag that says poshmark, yeah?" He says with a hint of amusement

Flash gets flustered by the remark and stomps away.

"God, when will he ever leave us alone?" you say rolling your eyes.

You continue the rest of the day without any more interruptions but Peter seems a little off ever since the encounter in the cafeteria so you when you get to his place like you usually do you decide to drag him up his room and confront him

"okay what's up?" you ask as you lock the door to his room and sit down next to him on his bed

"it's nothing babe, just tired" he smiles a forced smile at you and he knew you weren't convinced.

"Peter? Honest answer?" You ask once again raising your eyebrows at him

"I just... thought about what Flash said earlier." he admits

"Which one?" you ask

"The one where I uhm- don't satisfy you" He answers slowly and his face flushed of embarrassment his eyes not meeting yours as he was obviously shy about the subject.

Peter was always shy around talking about sex but he listened to what you said you liked and tried to implement it to your sex life as much as he could, he never really told you any fantasies or fetishes and kinks. He was incredibly shy when during your first time but he was amazing.

"Aw baby," you laugh at him amused making his face flushed more "you've done nothing but satisfy me both on and off the bed, okay? You always do." you say sincerely cupping his face with your hand and making him look up at you.

"What I'm more worried about is if I'm satisfying you" you say

"What? Of course you do, baby." He says looking up at you confused

"Well you never really tell me what you like, what turns you on and such" you say shrugging

"Well, you turn me on baby, everything you do turns me on" He says holding your face and swiping gently on your cheek.

"So no fetishes, kinks, fantasies?" you ask

"Well.." he leads on

"so there is! Mr. Peter Stark has a kink!" you chuckle throwing your hands up in success "What is it babe?" you ask smiling

"it's weird really, it's fine if we don't do it, it's okay, we don't have to" Peter rambles.

"Baby, it's fine. tell me please?" you say pouting.

"fine its uh- umh- it's more of a fantasy I guess?" he stutters as he starts and you hum telling him to continue

"uhm I wanna fuck you while you're wearing diamonds and heels and nothing else." he says shyly expecting you to reject the idea

This shocks you a bit but then you remember all the times he's given you diamond accessories and how happy he was but also nervous when you wear them, it turned him on seeing you wear expensive things he buys you.

"uhm- well I don't exactly have your gifts on me right now?" you say still a little shocked.

"wait, your want to do it?" he asks surprised

"well yeah, it actually sounds really hot amd I'd love to do it with you but i don't have your gifts on me right now." you say

"uhm- well there's an uhm box in my closet filled with those kind of things if you really want?" he says nervously, your breath hitches

"you keep a box full of diamonds in case i agree with your fantasy?" you ask

"Well, kinda? I was planning on giving you those things anyway but uhm you found out" he says swallowing nervously.

"okay, let me get changed and-" you start but Peter cuts you off, "actually uhm, can I- can I do it?" Peter asks shyly a tone of hopefulness in his voice

"do what?" you ask confused

"Can I uhm- put it on you?" he requests his face heating up and you can't help but smile at how cute he looks

"okay babe, do what you want with me" you say smiling and stand up.

Peter starts to undress you as soon as he hears your approval his hands fumbling with your shirt, you lift your hands to let him take it off revealing your belly button peircing. Next was your pants, he unbuttones your jeans and slides the zipper down he slips it off your body leaving your underwear, he takes off your bra next leaving you practically naked. He steps back and stares at you

"you look beautiful baby." he leans in and kisses you on the lips "I'll get the things go sit on the bed" he says and goes to his walk in closet,

he's gone for a couple of minutes before returning with a big box he opens it and everything sparkles in your eyes. Every piece looks amazingly beautiful and crazy expensive. He reaches for the shoes first.

He kneels in front of you and slips the heels on your feet leaving kisses as he does next he pulled out two thick diamond bracelets and clasps it around both of your wrists followed by several thin diamond rings slipping them through your fingers he kisses the back of your hand after. He pulls out a thick diamond chocker and kisses your neck before clasping it around your neck and then the final piece is a diamond chain bra, it covers nothing but it's surprisingly more comfortable than you thought it would be.

He steps back to look at his handy work he gulps visibly "fuck baby girl, you look better than I thought you would." he says breathless

You feel shy all of a sudden, you weren't used to having billions of dollars in your body but you certainly loved Peter's reaction to it.

"Go lie down baby girl" Peter instructs and you comply you lie down flatly in the bed looking at the mirror on the top of his bedroom and you see how sexy you look with all of Peter's jewels on and you gasp slightly at the sight.

Peter notices your reaction. "You look perfect don't you, baby?" you look back at him and he's putting on his web shooters "Why are you wearing those? You asked him confused

"you'll find out soon, love" he smiles gently at you. "Karen, do not disturb protocol, please" He orderes to the AI

"Do not disturb protocol enabled." Karen replies

Peter walks up to you and lies on top of you using his arms to lift him up away from your face so he doesn't crush you. He then kisses you hungrily you kiss him back with the same force, one of his hands go down between you two and plays with your clit through the fabric of your underwear.

You gasp lightly at the contact. He stops kissing you and put your hands up above your head and shoots webs making your hand stick to the head board

"As much as I love your hands, I wanna be in control tonight love" He says lust clear in his eyes, be takes off your underwear and he kisses you again an continues to play with you clit

"So wet, love" Peter comments pulling away from your lips

"All for you" you sigh as the pressure inside you builds up as he plays with you. He pulls away from your lips and licks one thing of your nipples that were sticking out from the bra, he pushes a single digit inside you and you arch your back in pleasure

"Baby please," you whine wanting more than his fingers. "Be patient, love" He replies pushing another digit in and curling his fingers in a 'come here' motion you gasp in delight as he finger fucks you and you feel yourself so close to your orgasm

"Baby, I'm close fuck" you pant and he pulls his fingers out in an instant "Peter, what?" you asked him in outrage, Peter never denied you of your orgasm cause he loves the face you make when you do. He stands up and slips a sleeping mask over your eyes and slips your underwear back on.

He simply smiles at you and stands up "I think that's enough for now, baby" he says walking towards his bathroom

"What?? Peter you can't be serious? At least get me out of here! I swear to god Peter Stark if you leave me like this you're not allowed to touch me for the rest of the year!" you shout at him as he enters the bathroom

He looks back at you and smiles "I'll take my chances, love" he winks and closes the door. You let out a frustrated growl cause you can't even touch yourself and as much as you pull at your wrist, the web won't come off.

You silently curse Peter in your head while glaring at the bathroom door when you suddenly feel vibrations coming from your underwear then you hear the shower start to run.

"Peter Stark, you little shit" you mutter unbelievably. You feel the intensity increasing and you can't help but whimper helplessly.

Within minutes you're trembling from the violent orgasm that hit you and you had an inkling feeling that it wouldn't be you're last

By the time that you heard Peter got out of the bathroom you were a whimpering mess after your third orgasm tears were streaming down your face

"Peter, please" you begged. Peter lifted the sleeping mask off your face and immediately an apoligetic look us written all over his face "shh baby, I got you. I'm sorry, love." He apologized over and over as he slipped the underwear off you and desolved the web in your arms

"I'm sorry baby," he says holding you close to him "I took it too far, I'm sorry, baby" he whispered

"hey, it's okay, Peter. I like this side of you" You explain your voice soft

"but I took it too far" He whispers in your ear

"I could've asked you to stop it, I liked it, Peter. But I'd like it better if you'd fuck me." you say against his neck

"you sure, babe?" He asked, a concerned look on his face

"Please, Peter. I need to feel you inside me" you beg quietly

And just like that a fire sparked in his eyes spreading your legs apart and before you could process it, Peter is thrusting himself inside you. You moan out loud and arch your back from the sudden pleasure spreading throughout your body, you hear him silently curse and he began slowly thrusting in and out of you

The slow pace was familiar to the both of you and while you usually didn't mind it you need more of him

"Faster, Peter" you whimper between moans. Peter obeyed your requests and quickened the pace, your head hitting against his headboard and left you a moaning mess, scratching his back.

One of his hands went to your clit, increasing the pleasure you've been feeling nearly sending you over the edge

"Fuck Peter, I'm coming" you moan "Hold it for me, baby" he says breathlessly his thrusts becoming sloppy

"Baby, please I need to cum, please let me cum" you whine against his skin "wait for me baby" he commands softly continuing to drive you insane till he feels himself coming close

"okay, love cum for me" as if on queue, you tremble against him as he thrusts into you riding out your high and he comes inside you filling you to the brim.

He lies down panting beside you, holding you close to him and kissing your forehead.

"Thank you, baby." he mutters against your head. You look up to him confusion on your face "What for, bub?" you ask him

"For letting me do this with you." he kisses you in the lips. You hum in approval

"it's nothing, baby. I enjoyed it. Didn't know you had this side of you though" you chuckle against his lips and sending him a wink

"Well I couldn't let you have all the fun, now can I princess?" He laughs.

"Fair point" you smile to him

"Let me take care of you, princess he says standing up and removing the jewelry from your body and picking you up towards the bathroom.

Safe to say that wasn't the last time that you saw that side of Peter Stark

[m0etenchandon]

Truths and kinks (Reader x Joe Mazzello SMUT)

Pairing: Reader x Joe Mazzello Summary: Ben knows you and Joe like each other, so he comes up with a plan to get you two together. Joe has to stay the night when his Uber cancelled, only problem is you only have one bed.. Warnings: SMUT (18+!), friends to lovers, fluff, oral, fingering, blow jobs, unprotected sex (when is it not?), gentle dom!Joe A/N: I can´t even remember how I came up with this idea, I just really like the “there was only one bed” trope. Also, I was in need of some fluffy Joe smut Word count: 5.7 K

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Gif found here

“Truth or dare, Joe?”, Ben asked, eyeing his victim. They were all over at your placw for a quiet night in. Well at least it was quiet until someone brought out the booze and insisted on playing a game of truth or dare like a bunch of teenagers. It´s not that you were complaining, but Ben knew about your feelings for Joe and you really didn´t want them to come out. At least not in this setting.

“Truth”, Joe said.

“If you had to shag one of the girls here today, which would you choose?”, Ben asked.

You immediately felt your heart beat start to increase. There were only five girls in the room, but both Lucy and Gwilym´s fiancée was obviously taken. One of the girls had come with Ben but they weren´t really dating or anything, you were pretty sure they were just having casual sex. And then there were your friend, who you knew all boys usually fancy.

“Oh, uhm Y/N”, Joe answered, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks. He refused to make eye contact with you, which to be honest was probably for the better because you were pretty certain you were about to have a heart attack.

Ben nudged your side, causing you to just about avoid starting to hyperventilate. He gave you a “I told you so”, look before focusing his attention back on the game. Ever since you told him about your not-so-little crush, he had been telling you that Joe felt the same way. Obviously, you didn´t believe him, it was too good to be true.

“Your turn, Y/N. Truth or dare?”, Lucy asked after a few rounds. You had avoided many of the more mature truth or dares, but the look in her eyes told you that you were in for it now. Lucy loved to leave people flustered. She was so open about her sex-life herself it didn´t really cross her mind that you might have more of a filter.

“Truth”, you said, taking a big sip of your drink to gain some liquid courage.

“What are your top three kinks?”, she asked, causing you to almost choke. Your eyes went wide, wondering if you heard her right. But the look on her face told you she meant it. Fuck.

“Oh my god, I can´t believe I´m telling you guys this but I guess praise, hands, and uhm choking”, you mumbled the last one, but no one was really paying attention anymore as Rami had knocked over his drink. However, you swear you could see Joe shift in his seat, his gaze burning into your side.

When it was Joe´s turn again, he chose dare. You immediately knew where it was going as Gwilym shot you the cheekiest grin ever, already feeling heat rise to your cheeks.

“I dare you to kiss a girl of your choice for 10 seconds”, Gwilym said, leaning back into his chair way too chuffed for your liking. Ben had obviously told him, that little prick.

Joe rose from his seat and closed the distance between you.

“May I, Y/N?”, he asked, offering you his hand. Shit. You wanted to, you really did, but what if he didn´t think you were a good kisser? Or if he just picked you because there was a shortage of available girls. Joe is so gorgeous, and he´s so nice, and you just can´t picture him actually liking you back.

“Jesus, get on with it”, Ben called out, causing you to look Joe in the eyes and nod. A giant smile spread over his face as he helped you to your feet. Joe licked his lips, grabbed your face and slowly leant in. His lips were so soft against yours. His hands were warm against your skin, making the butterflies in your stomach go into a frenzy.

You reached out to touch his chest and there was definitely a little moan coming from Joe´s mouth into yours. You melted completely into his touch, and the ten seconds went over way too quickly.

“Aww look at those two, you´re so cute together”, Lucy gushed when you pulled back. You tried to shoot her a mean look, but you couldn´t stop the grin spreading over your face. You felt like a school girl with their first crush, and the fact that Joe was blushing too made you all giddy inside.

You could swear you heard Joe thank Gwilym when he went to sat down.

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“I´m really sorry for keeping you up”, Joe said, running a hand through his hair as he glanced out the window. The others had left around 15 minutes ago, but Joe was still waiting for his Uber. It´s not like he was drunk, but he still shouldn´t be driving. You didn´t mind though. You didn´t know Joe all that well, but you enjoyed his company. And besides, the kiss was still fresh in your memory. Almost able to feel the remains of his lips on yours.

“It´s okay, I don´t mind”, you said. Joe shot you a thankful smile which made your insides turn to goo. God that man had you wrapped around his finger and he didn´t even know.

“Shit”, he muttered when his phone dinged, “He cancelled on me and there´s no-one available for a few hours”

“Oh”, you said. Should you invite him to stay over? Were you that close of friends?

“You can stay over if you want to”, you mumbled, avoiding his gaze. You could hear him let out a sigh of relief, which made you relax a little bit.

“Can I? Y/N, you´re an angel”, Joe exclaimed. He leant over and wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you flush to his body. You closed your eyes, buried your head in his neck and took in his scent. You could stay here forever, just feeling his body against yours. Feeling your heart swell with each passing second. The hug lingering for longer than your usual just-friends hug.

“Your sofa looks really comfy anyways”, he giggled when he pulled away. Both his words and his movements sent a wave of disappointment through your body. That´s not what you wanted.

“Don´t be silly, Joe. You can stay in my bed”, you said, shooting him a shy smile, “I really don´t mind”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I just have one question”, you said, poking his chest. “Are you a good cuddler?”

Joe broke out into a huge grin, pulling you close to his body again. He gave you a quick hug before reaching over to dispose of his wallet and keys in his jacket. Ready to settle in for the night.

“Babe, you have no idea what you just signed up for”

Your stomach flipped at his words. For some reason you never bat an eye when anyone called you babe, but coming from Joe was different. He probably didn´t think twice of it though.

“Do you mind if I sleep in my boxers? I don´t have to if you feel uncomfortable”, Joe said as you reached your bedroom. You had retreated to the bedroom to do your skincare routing while he slipped into bed.

“Oh, no just go with whatever you want”, you called back. You tried to sound like you couldn´t care less, but oh man did you. He was going to be half-naked. Just beside you. In your bed. Oh my god it was going to be so hard to not make a move on him.

You walked out of the bathroom just in time to catch a glimpse of Joe´s body before he slipped under the duvet. It immediately made your heart beat increase in frequency and your palms begin to sweat. He was absolutely gorgeous.

“You look really cute”, Joe said as he took in your form. You had thrown on an old t-shirt over a pair of panties. But they were nice panties. Just in case.

“Thanks”, you giggled, slipping under the cover yourself. You laid on your side, facing Joe. He had this stupid grin on his face and you couldn´t help but laugh at it.

“What?”, you asked.

“I´m just thinking about our kiss earlier”, Joe said, his eyes falling on your lips for a split-second before meeting your gaze again. Oh.

“Well you were pretty short on options”

Joe furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“What? I would have chosen you out of a hundred girls”, he said, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Electricity buzzing between his fingers and your skin.

“You would?”, you asked, feeling your skin heat up under his touch. The duvet was way too hot, he was way too hot. And he wanted to kiss you.

“Of course, you´re absolutely stunning and you´re so funny and kind too”, he said, a giant grin on his cute little face. “In fact, I would very much like it if you let me kiss you again, without an audience this time”

“I would like that too”, you whispered as he leant in. You closed your eyes and a second later his lips were on yours again. They fit so perfectly against yours you almost forgot how to breathe. He deepened the kiss, holding your face close to his. Joe´s beard was rubbing against your cheek, only adding to the tingles that engulfed your entire body.

He swiped his tongue over your bottom lip, pressing his tongue into your mouth when you parted them. Joe really was a good kisser. He was in charge of it, that was for sure, but it wasn´t too much. It was just perfect.

Joe pulled away with a dopey smile on his face, his lips pink and plump from the kiss.

“You´re incredible, Y/N”, he said with a giggle.

“Now what?”, you laughed. It felt so natural to have him half-naked right next to you all of a sudden. You couldn´t quite believe that it was actually happening, but you wouldn´t trade it for the world.

“It´s just that you´re so cute and then I remember that you have a choking kink and I can´t believe you´re real”

Embarrassment flooded your body making you hide your face into the pillow. You could hear Joe laugh, but you were busy being absolutely mortified.

“Hey don´t be embarrassed, I get it”, he chuckled. Joe reached out to run a finger down your spine. It tickled, but in a good way, and it made you oddly relaxed. “I mean I haven´t tried it myself but I´m sure it´s really hot”

“You haven´t?”, you asked, slowly turning to face him. Joe shook his head. “You just- I can show you if you like?”

“Sure, show me what I´ve been missing out on”

You grabbed his hand and brought it up to your neck. Placing your hand over his, you pushed it against your throat.

“Press into the sides”

You pressed his thumb and fingers into each side of your throat, just how you like it. A little whimper left your mouth and you could see Joe´s eyes darken.

“Right there”, you practically whined, feeling heat rush to your nether regions.

“Wow okay that´s so fucking hot”, he muttered, watching you intently.

“It feels really good too, especially during sex”, you said. You didn´t even know what came over you, but you felt so relaxed in Joe´s presence you all of a sudden had no problem talking about very intimate situations. Maybe the drinks you had earlier helped too.

“And besides you get to see the guy´s arm muscles flex which is really hot”

Your eyes fell on his bicep as you spoke. Joe´s eyes followed yours, making him blush the prettiest of pink colors when he realized you were practically checking him out. He let out a deep breath and pulled his hand away from your throat.

“I-uh, I don´t want to freak you out but I´m so fucking hard right now”, Joe muttered, running a hand through his hair.

Oh. Your eyes trailed down his body and sure enough, you could see his duvet tenting over his crotch. Heat rose to your ears as you looked back up at his darkened eyes. He looked so fucking hot like this, turned on and sweaty. Because of you.

“I´m sorry I don’t know why I told you that”, he said, a nervous giggle leaving his mouth.

“It´s alright”

“It´ll go away”, Joe said, resting his head against the pillow, “Eventually”

“Oh okay, well maybe let´s just chat then yeah?”, you asked, watching as Joe nodded. “Well you know about my kinks, what about yours?”

“That´s definitely not helping my situation, Y/N”, Joe laughed, throwing his head back. You couldn´t help but admire how cute he looked, but you also couldn´t shake the want to let your eyes trail down to his crotch again.

“It´s only fair”, you muttered in amusement. Joe rolled his eyes.

“Fine, uhm, I like to be dominant in bed. There´s nothing I find hotter than having a girl under me”, he started, his voice a few octaves darker. You nodded, eagerly listening to him. God what you wouldn´t give to have him pin you down and fuck you right now, but it was probably too early for that. You had just confessed your attraction for each other, you hadn´t even gone on a date yet. Besides, he didn´t make a move on you so you just assumed he didn´t want to. Trying and failing to ignore the tingling sensation underneath your panties. The panties that were definitely quite damp by now.

“I also really like dirty talk and praising”, he said with a knowing smile. Fuck, he really did pay attention earlier. “And now I´m pretty sure I have a choking kink as well”

“Hmm, I´m sure any girl would be lucky to experience that”, you said, a non-genuine smile on your face. You didn´t want any other girl to sleep with Joe, you wanted it to be you. You wanted him to take control, to tell you how good you were, and to have him choke you while he brings you to the brink of tears from an orgasm.

“Want to find out?”, Joe said. His whole body showed how nervous he was. He was holding his breath, waiting for your reply. Little did he know you were just as nervous as him. And also nearly passing out from his suggestion.

“Wha-, you want uh- you want to have sex with m-me?”, you asked, your eyes wide.

“I thought that was obvious already”, he laughed, reaching out to stroke your cheek. You swear you could melt right then and there. Shit, why did he have this much power over you?

“I´m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, I totally get it. It´s just that, fuck, you looked so hot with my hand around your throat and I´m so hard for you, Y/N”

“I do”, you blurted out.

“Yeah?”, Joe asked, a grin spreading over his face. “Wow I don´t even know how I managed to grow the balls to ask you. I mean you´re so pretty and I´ve liked you for so long and Ben have told me so many times to just tell you and I-“

“Shut up and kiss me, Mazzello”, you giggled, interrupting his rambling.

Joe´s eyes went wide for a second before he mustered up the courage to grab your face and press his lips to yours. The kiss was way more intense this time, both of you breathing heavily into each other´s mouths. Joe slipped his tongue past your lips to deepen the kiss. His fingers pulling at your hair. It was so fucking hot, but you wanted more. You pulled his duvet away and threw a leg over his hips. Joe whined into your mouth when your clothed heat met his bulge. His hands immediately flew down to your hips to urge you to start moving.

“Fuck that feels so good, Y/N”, Joe whispered against your lips, “I can already feel how wet you are. You really want this too, don´t you? You liked when I choked you?”

You whimpered in response, speeding up your grinding. His hard cock nudged your sensitive clit, giving you some much-needed friction.

“You´re already desperate for my cock, I can see it on your face. You look absolutely beautiful on top of me, babe. But, I did say that I like to be in control”, he said, tightening the grip on your hips and flipping you over.

A yelp left your mouth when your back hit the mattress, but it was soon replaced by a moan when you felt his wet and swollen lips against your neck. You grabbed onto his auburn hair, tugging at it and stretching your neck, giving him better access.

He sucked on your sensitive skin while sliding a hand under your t-shirt. His touch was almost burning your skin, but at the same time creating goose-bumps in its bath. God, he had you completely at his mercy and he hadn´t even touched you properly yet.

“You´re so responsive, Y/N”, Joe muttered against your neck. He slid his hand up to cup your breast, making you arch your back in pleasure. You could feel Joe grin as he tweaked your nipple with his skilled fingers. “Shit, your boos are just perfect”

With his free hand, Joe reached down to pull at the material. Eager to comply, you lifted your arms to allow him to slide the material over your head. His eyes darkened even further when he took in your exposed breasts. Nipples hard and eager for his touch. He cursed under his breath before leaning in. Joe started with placing a kiss to the bruise of your neck before slowly trailing his lips over your collarbones, placing hot open-mouthed kisses all the way down to your breasts. He let his tongue slid over the soft contour of your breast before flicking the nipple.

You were sure you could cum from the stimulation alone, but the pleasure was short-lived. Joe shot you a knowing look, that smug bastard, before kissing his way down your stomach.

“Hmm, do you want to feel my tongue on your pussy? I know you enjoyed it on your boobs”

“God, yes Joe. Please I-fuck, I need you”, you whined. He was going to be the absolute death of you.

Joe chuckled, pressing a wet kiss just above the waistline of your panties. He hooked his fingers into the material and swiftly pulled it down your legs. The cold air hit your wet folds, making you want to press your thighs together, but Joe had a harsh grip on each of your thighs.

“Your pussy is so pretty, baby”, Joe cooed, leaning down to press his lips to the very edge of your heat. He flicked his tongue over the sensitive skin, humming at your taste. “And so wet too. Gonna make you cum so fucking hard”

And with that, Joe went to town. He peppered kisses all over your heat, except for your clit. You were a frustrated, moaning, mess as he continued teasing you, never giving you the friction you so desperately craved. He dragged his tongue through your folds, stopping right before he reached your clit. His chin was completely covered in your juices by now and my god was it a hot sight.

“Joe”, you whined, tugging at his hair, “stop teasing me”

“Desperate, are we?”, he asked, raising an eyebrow. You threw you head back in annoyance, considering reaching down and rubbing your own clit. Especially when you heard and felt him chuckle against your heat.

“Fine, I´ll give you what you want, baby”, he said, immediately wrapping his lips around the sensitive nub. You gasped as a bolt of pleasure shot up your spine. The knot in your stomach tightened at an alarming rate, and you had to hold back as to not cum right away.

He sucked with just the right amount of pressure, his eyes locked on yours. It was all too much, you couldn´t hold back. Joe could tell too. He raised an eyebrow, watching you squirm underneath him. Your thighs beginning to shake in his hands.

Joe flicked his tongue over your clit and you were done for. Your orgasm rippled through your body, starts clouding your vision. The knot in your stomach unraveled, leaving a delicious tingling feeling behind.

Joe pulled back with a smug look on his face, watching as you heaved for air.

“Do you always cum this quick, because that was amazing”, he said, pressing a chaste kiss to the apex of your thighs. You were still so sensitive from your high, you involuntarily jumped at his touch. Joe hummed in amusement.

“I-I´ve never, fuck, not even my vibrator can make me cum that quick”, you said.

“I´m going to take that as a compliment then”, Joe laughed, “I really want to make you cum one more time before I fuck you, do you think you can take it?”

“Please”

“Hmm, that´s my good girl”, he cooed, before realizing what he just said. “I mean fuck, you uh- I didn´t mean to say that I´m sorry  I-“

“Joe”, you giggled, cutting him off for the second time that evening. “You can call me your girl if you want to”

“Yeah?”, he asked, his entire face lighting up. God, he was too cute to handle. But as much as you wanted to kiss his stupid face all day, you couldn´t ignore the dull ache between your legs anymore.

“Of course, but can you get on with it?”

“Oh, right. Sorry”, Joe said, a blush creeping onto his cheeks.

He leant up to press a sweet kiss to your lips, sharing your own cum between your mouths. The semi-bitterness coating both his and your jaw at this point.

Joe slid one of his hands down from your knee, his fingers dancing along the sensitive skin as he made his way towards your heat. You could feel him smirk against your mouth as you jerked your hips, desperate for him to move faster. You needed another release.

Joe´s lips left yours at the same time his fingers reached your heat. He slid two fingers between your folds, gathering your wetness before pressing them against your entrance. You gasped, your fingers digging into his arm as he slid inside. He stretched you just right, the delicious stinging pleasure taking over your body.

“Fuck you´re squeezing my fingers, Y/N. Feels fucking amazing”, Joe mumbled. He watched your facial expression as he started searching for your g-spot, grinning in victory as you let out a long moan of his name. “Hmm, there it is”

“Does that feel good, baby?”, he teased, pressing his fingers harder against the bundle of nerves. The tight tingles already starting to build for the second time.

“God, yes”, you whined.

Joe smirked. He slid his thumb down from your thigh to rest against your clit, making you arch your back in pleasure. He didn´t even have to rub, it was enough to push you right towards the edge.

“Are you going to cum again for me? You look so beautiful all caught up in the pleasure”, Joe cooed, leaning down to press his lips to the dark spot on your neck. He flicked his tongue against it, enjoying the shudder your body responded with. “Want to watch you cum for me. Cum.”

His voice was so demanding, his touch so expertly precise, you couldn´t even hold back if you wanted to. Wave after wave of pleasure shot up your body as your orgasm took over.

Joe guided you through your high, ignoring his aching hard-on as he watched your face scrunch up in pleasure. It was the prettiest sight he´d ever seen. His cock twitching in his pants. Swelling even further

You pulled his hand away when you got over-sensitive, your clit still twitching with aftershocks. Heaving for air as you tried to come back to reality.

Joe sat back on his knees and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. He kept eye contact the entire time, expertly flicking his tongue over them. Just like he had on your clit. Fuck. He shouldn´t be allowed to be this hot. Your eyes trailed over his body, down his chest and over his soft tummy. You reached out to drag your fingers over it, feeling Joe tense under your touch.

“Ah, I-uh, please don´t”, he said shyly, grabbing your hand and bringing it down to his boxers instead. You played with the waistband, your fingers almost brushing against his hard cock.

“Your body is so fucking hot, Joe”, you cooed, pushing him down on the bed. You straddled his lower thighs.

“I don´t like my stomach”, he mumbled, watching you lean down and press a kiss to his chest.

“Hmm, I think it´s sexy”

You moved your lips down to the top of his stomach, looking up to see if you could keep going. Joe nodded, his eyes glued to your movements as you smiled. You pressed kisses all over the soft curve of his stomach, enjoying the little moans he was making. They grew louder when you inched closer to his boxers, a gasp escaping when you hooked your fingers into the material. You pulled then over his hard cock, releasing it of its restraints as you pulled his boxers down his legs.

You couldn´t hold back the smirk that formed on your lips as you wrapped your hand around his shaft. It has hot and heavy in your grasp, thick. The tip was red and swollen, a small bead of pre-cum oozing from the slit. You swiped a thumb over it, using the liquid as lube as you slowly started moving and twisting your hand.

“Fuck you´re so good at that”, Joe mumbled, throwing his head back. The moan that left his lips when you leant down to press a kiss to his tip, made a wave of wetness rush to your heat. You wrapped your lips around the head, sucking him into your mouth as you worked the rest of his cock with your hand. God his moans were so pretty, so hot. You started to feel desperate to have him inside, having him fill you up.

Apparently, Joe felt the same way because he pulled at your head, needing you to stop before he shot his load into your mouth.

“Wanna fuck you”, he said, flipping you over.

He positioned himself between your legs, grabbing his cock and running it through your soaked folds. His pre-cum mixed with your own excitement, allowing him to easily slide up to your clit. He slapped his cock against the nub, applying just the right amount of pressure to have you gasping for air. Way too sensitive from your previous orgasms.

“Are you ready?”, he asked, sliding his cock down to rest at your entrance. Pressing against it.

“Yes, fuck me, Joe”, you moaned, reaching out to grab onto his arms. Your fingers digging into the skin as Joe slowly slid inside.

You gasped, feeling him stretch you out. The burn mixing with absolute euphoria. He fit like a hand in a glove, filling every inch of your pussy.

“Fucking hell”, Joe mumbled when he bottomed you out, his balls resting against your skin. You couldn´t help but clamp down on him, relishing in the feeling of being full. “God you´re so tight for me”

“Fu-uck, please move”, you whined, needing to release the knot in your stomach again. It had already started to tighten, the mere feeling of having him close enough for the tingles to start.

Joe didn´t need to be asked twice. He cursed under his breath as he looked down to see his cock slowly slide out of your pussy. Your arousal glistening around him, making him easily slip back inside with a thrust of his hips. His cock nudged against your g-spot, making you scream out and scratch as his arms.

“I-fuck you feel so good around me, baby. I feel you squeezing me so tight”, he muttered with a snap of his hips.

“Harder, Joe”, you moaned, feeling your orgasm start to build.

Joe groaned, grabbing your legs and throwing them around his hips. He leant down to rest on his elbows on either side of your head, using his entire body weight to push into you. The bed scraped against the floor. Your legs pushing him further inside with each thrust.

“`m not going to last long”, Joe warned, his hips stuttering as he held back. Needing to feel you cum around his cock before letting go.

“Shit me too”, you whined, “Choke me”

“Fu-uck”, Joe growled, immediately wrapping a hand around your throat. He added just the right amount of pressure, pressing into the sides. The tip of his cock nudged against your g-spot, his pubic bone rubbing against your clit with each thrust.

“I-I´m gonna, fuck, gonna cum, I´m gonna cum”, you moaned. The knot in your stomach started to unravel moments later, the delicious tingle spreading all the way out to your fingers. Your walls clamped down on Joe´s cock, your legs crossing behind his back and keeping him deep inside. His grip on your throat only adding to the pleasure.

Joe watched in awe as you came down, ignoring the pressure building in his balls. He watched your mouth fall open with a cry of his name, feeling your nails scratch at his skin. Definitely drawing blood. The pain only elevating his pleasure. The way you squeezed around him almost causing him to cum.

“Shit that´s the hottest thing I´ve ever seen”, he mumbled, giving you a tentative thrust. You yelped in surprise, your entire pussy way too sensitive. “I´m gonna cum, baby. You want me to cum in your pretty pussy?”

You shook your head, unwrapping your legs and pushing him away. Ignoring the empty feeling you were left with as his cock slipped out of your heat.

“Want you to cum in my mouth, Joe. Want to taste you”

“Fucking hell I´m gonna blow”, Joe groaned, wrapping his hand around his cock.

You quickly turned over, positioning yourself in front of him. You knocked his hand away to replace with your own before taking his head into your mouth. Wrapping your lips around his cock, you bobbed your head up and down, letting his cock slip from your mouth before taking him back in. Joe tangled his fingers in your hair, grunting and moaning as he felt his balls draw up.

“Gonna cum”, he warned before you felt the first spurt of cum coat your tongue. You stilled your head, working his shaft with your hand. Rope after rope of hot white liquid shot out of him, the sweet and salty liquid warm against your mouth. Joe moaned your name, his hips stuttering as you milked him dry.

You let him slip from your mouth, opening up to show him all of his cum. Joe cursed.

“Can you swallow for me?”, he asked, grinning when you did so. “Good girl”

He reached down to swipe his thumb over the droplets that had escaped your mouth, pushing it between your lips. You let your tongue swirl around his digit, watching in amusement as his cock twitched in defeat.

“Fuck that´s hot”, Joe muttered as he slumped down onto the mattress. You giggled, following. Joe wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you to rest your head on his chest. Pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I definitely have a choking kink too”, he said, an amused sigh leaving his lips. You perched your head on his chest, looking up at his now softened eyes. Reaching up to move his hair off his sweaty forehead. “I´m really glad we did this, Y/N. And that you actually like me back”

“You´re welcome”, you beamed.

“What are you smiling about?”

“How much of a softie you are”, you giggled, watching a blush creep up on his face. “I´m not complaining, but I was kind of expecting you to be more dominant”

“Oh? That wasn´t good enough for you, was it?”, he asked, humor lacing his voice. “Three orgasms are standard for you then?”

“Hmm, no it´s not. It was amazing. But, I think you can do better.”

“Is that a challenge? Because I´m more than willing to comply”, he teased.

“Mhm”, you hummed. 

“On one condition”

You raised your eyebrows in question, a smile playing at your lips.

“Go on a date with me”, Joe said, leaning down to cup your face. His fingers ghosted over your cheek, making the butterflies in your stomach go into a frenzy.

“I would love to, Joe”, you said. Joe grinned, and you couldn´t help but lean up and kiss him and his stupid face. Wanting to feel that rush of feelings when you pressed your lips to his.

Once you pulled back, you pressed your lips to his chest before resting your head on it. You could feel his heart beat slowly steady against your cheek, making your heart swell. Not only had he confessed his feelings, but he had also asked you on a date and gave you the best sex you´ve ever had. He was definitely a keeper.

“Do you want to know a secret?”, Joe asked after a while, pulling you from your train of thoughts.

“Yes”

“The Uber never came because Ben stole my phone earlier to cancel it”, he admitted, causing you to look up at him in surprise.

“What?”

“Well he kept telling me how much you liked me and when I didn´t believe him he came up with the idea. I thought it was stupid back then, but I´m not complaining now”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hold back the giggle that erupted from your lips. You leant up to press your lips to his, relishing in the sweet kiss for a few seconds before pulling back. Making a mental note to yell at Ben. And to thank him.  

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[angelkurenai]

Imagine Dean getting flustered but also hot and bothered when you openly talk about your fantasies around him, because he can’t help but picture the two of you together.

“Ok, uh, can I ask you about what Wanda said about courting?” Jack asked, no more than a second later after Dean had taken a bite of his pie and you a sip of your drink “I mean, I've seen romantic movies, but I've never experienced it. Unless what you said about Rowena and Gabriel counts.”

“Nope.” you popped, shaking your head immediately “Definitely doesn't count.”

“Right.” he nodded his head, taking the info in “So if that's not it then I- I don't think I understand. Wh-what's the difference? Isn't it about the sex?”

A smirk tugged at the corners of your lips “Well, Jack as it seems it's finally time for you. Yeah, there are many things one could tell you about that. But as much I love explaining things to you, that's a lesson better left to the expert of the group.” you turned to the green-eyed man to your right still with that smirk on your lips “Dean?”

“Wha- What?” he asked with a mouth almost full, blinking and you were sure it wasn't because he had not heard your conversation but would rather not be pulled into it with you there. Heck it seemed like from the first moment Jack mention the word altogether and Dean glanced at you, he had been unable to look in yours direction from then on.

“You know, the talk? You definitely have plenty of things to say, don't you?” you raised an eyebrow and he could understand the full meaning behind your words, so he couldn't help but shrug a bit. Without a classic Dean smirk that you expected , in fact focused right back on Jack.

“Don't worry kid, once we get back home promise I'll give you the talk. Now-” he popped another spoonful, straightening his back “Right now the case is more-”

“Oh come on!” you were certainly not gonna let him get away with it so easily “You're just being modest, now. You can give Jack a few tips now. After all, you're more than skilled on the field, aren't you?”

He paused for a second, his eyebrows raising in that almost innocent yet very beautiful way “F-field.” but it wasn't a question because he didn't have to ask. He knew just what field you meant, hell, just by the look you were giving him he felt like he could read it in your mind. But that also didn't mean he wanted to hear it. For a man that was certainly never ashamed – well almost never – about his lovelife and choices, there was something about having that kind of talk with you around that just made him turn into the most nervous and awkward teen boy he could imagine. And, again, he knew just why.

He couldn't help his mind from wandering to thought you, in specific, shouldn't know about.

“Yes.” you leaned back in your chair, voice and moves very casual and comfortable, eyes glued on him and a teasing smirk ever present on your lips “Sex”

And it was so damn hard to act cool, not the way you did. He gave you a small laugh but it was nervous and his eyes moved away. He shifted in his seat that just felt so uncomfortable all of a sudden, his lips moving as he prepared to say something but seriously couldn't. He could even swear you'd realized it and were doing it on purpose to get him to spill the truth.

A kind of truth that included you, him and the three-lettered-word that he'd been dying for so long to experience with you. And something that in all honesty had been occupying his dreams for just as long too.

Who could judge him? You're gorgeous in and out and Dean Winchester – he was certainly incapable of admitting this out loud – had found himself hopelessly in love with you. If he couldn't control his imagination and how he wanted to show it to you in every possible way, then he was not guilty.Oh the things you did to him.

“You have plenty of experience in 'the sex' field, right Dean? I mean-” you ran your finger over the rim of your mug, his eyes following the move and he just got so carried away by it and the thoughts that ran through his mind that he ran out of breath.

“I haven't seen it or experienced it in person but I can certainly...” your voice caught his attention again, your eyes looking him from head to toe “Imagine it.” and it made him choke on thin air “And you're certainly very good at it... at least in my mind.”

The air was stuck in his throat, he  couldn't utter a word and was only left looking at you with wide eyes as you took a sip of your coffee. He was just so thankful to Jack for speaking up at the moment... or not.

“Alright. I suppose we should focus on the case now. Uhm I'll-” he got up from his seat and Dean's face turn into one of horror “I have to go to the bathroom for a minute and I will be back. How do you not get tired of this?” he asked a bit rhetorically before leaving the two of you all alone.

“And now-” a bright grin, too sweet and innocent for his poor heart to take, formed on your lips as you set the mug on the table and looked at him “Spill it.”

“S-spill what?” he gave you a small laugh that came out too nervous for his own good.

“I don't know. That's the thing.” you said a bit suspicious “It's so subtle I wouldn't have noticed if Jack didn't bring it up twice. Whenever the word is spoken you just... avoid my eyes, avoid me, look anywhere else but me and try to avoid talking about it too. Heck, won't even say it and I can't figure out why because that's just not the Dean I know. I'd say you're almost flustered but we're gown up adults so... what are you hiding Winchester?”

“I- I really don't understand what you're even talking about.”

“It's obvious, you get all awkward and even flustered. Jack or I bring up sex and you're suddenly all... fidgety and nervous. Do I make you nervous, Dean?” you leaned in closer to him, studying him carefully.

“What?” he scoffed a laugh “No, of course not. And I- I don't avoid you, that's just-” he shook his head with a laugh that was just so awkward “That's just... stupid and childish. I'm- I'm not some teen that gets uncomfortable talking about... sex with- with you (Y/n). I'm-” he cleared his throat “I'm just fine.”

You only raised an eyebrow at him, humming as you watching him take a big bite of his pie all the while avoiding your eyes “Well, that's good then.” you breathed out casually, leaning back in your seat as you watched his shoulders relax “Because that wouldn't make much sense you know? Not unless there is something really going on of course. Sex is perfectly normal. It's a totally natural act. Species need to reproduce, to evolve and adjust and while some have managed that without it, the majority still needs to. Plus, it's just too damn enjoyable for humans with all of that undressing, touching, skin contact, bodies pressed on each other, pulling and pushing, the sounds that are heard, the body heat and the kissing while it all builds and builds until-” you stopped when you noticed his eyebrows had raised and he was literally staring at you with wide eyes and you grinned at him.

“Well, you know how it goes.” you shrugged innocently, licking your lips and he blinked, shifting once more in his place as he pulled his suit's jacket over his lap as subtly as he could. He really shouldn't have imagined all of it with you on top of it. Or maybe on top of him.

Alright. Nope. No. Definitely shouldn't have gone there too.

His eyes nearly widened at his own thoughts and he cleared his throat, forcing a smile on his lips as he nodded his head “I- ye- Sure do.”

You hummed once more, a smirk evident on your lips when not only you saw how he again avoided your eyes but also the tips of his ears began to turn a beautiful shade of red, certainly matching that of his cheeks. Well, this was certainly your second favorite look on the man.

“So, as I was saying-” you said casually again “Sex is very enjoyable sure but above all it's a natural state, why should we make it such a taboo? I know as a grown up woman, past my teen years at least, don't have trouble openly talking about it. Hell, why shouldn't me talking to you about my kinks be as easy as talking to you about my favorite TV show? I know I have plenty of both.”

He knew it was a risky move. Oh he knew it so well, especially with such a dangerous topic going on at the moment, but he wanted his throat to feel less dry and he took a sip of his own coffee and as expected, choked on it. You on the other hand had a hard time hiding your smile.

“Plenty?” he couldn't help but question as you shrugged innocently. He just couldn't stop his imagination from running wild at that now, not by any means.

“Well-” you leaned closer to him “Don't you? I'm sure that little sub you hide behind all this dom certainly does.” you chuckled when his eyes widened “And as I said, it's perfectly normal! I think I once read somewhere that it's associated with some hormones which forgot the names of. Either way, when it's that time, it's that time. There's nothing to do about.”

He knew it would turn out to be a mistake. He knew he would regret it one way or another. His mind knew it crystal clear yet his lips formed the question before he could help his curiosity “That time?”

“You know, like with Jack now, when it's time for the talk. When something makes you realize it's time for that horizontal tango. The way I did when I was younger.”

“And what was it for you?” again he went against his better judgement.

“Well, I think it was easy to tell for me.” you took a bite of your pie “I realized I was ready for it when whipped cream stopped having only one purpose and I realized it could be applied on many more things other than just pie.” and you winked at him “I you know what I mean.”

His eyebrows raised and his lips parted. His eyes roamed your figure and all it took was a mere second for the image to flash through his eyes and even less than a second for him to jump up from his seat as if it was on fire. His eyes wide, looking anywhere but you, as he kept his jacket closed with his hand. Laughing nervously “I- I gotta- I really should- I need to... you know- I'll be right back.” he ended up clearing his throat as he made an almost run for the bathroom.

. .. … You had a hard time not grinning like an idiot, so you hid it behind your mug as you took a big sip of your coffee.

“Is... Dean alright?” Jack asked slowly and with an adorable frown as he came back to his seat.

“Well, he might be... in a little while.” a giggle escaped your lips “Why are you asking though?

“He... walked past me mumbling over and over to himself 'Don't think about it.' and 'Please be down. Please be down.' and I'm very sure he added 'Oh hell it's definitely not down.' which I... don't really understand. What was he talking about?”

You didn't even try to keep your eyes from widening, or your smile from finally showing “Trust me Jack... that's a big part of the talk.”

[tangerineflowers]

Calculator Girl

authors note: im a dumb bitch excuse my shite skillz, theres a dom bri and a sub bri in this first is dom second is sub if you have a preference:)

summary: you meet in physics and brian always lets you borrow his calculator, eventually roger tires of brian always talking about 'this cute girl in his physics class' so he invited her to a gig. bri takes you home and things get alil hot and heavy.

content: fluff, flirting, making out, infatuation, jealousy,

you met at uni, you sat next to eachother in physics and you never brought a calculator so you always borrowed his. this led to light conversation and eventually when your birthday rolled around and you came to class he bought you a calculator then 10 minutes after giving it to you he hurriedly attempted to explain that he actually liked sharing his calculator with you and that you could still use it and he hoped the gift didnt come off as rude.

"y/n oh god i just realized-i wasnt trying to- you can still use my calculator- i like sharing with you i did-" you cut him off by putting your hand on his shoulder and reassuring him that it was a cute gift and you liked it. class ended and when you said your final thank you to him you gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek that the band would never hear the end of. when roger finally got tired of hearing brian gush about you he decided to hunt you down one day finding you through your roommate he invited you to a local cafe to study with brian, but when you arrived you saw the both not only had brian but a shorter blonde man adjusting his necklaces and giving him a pep talk.

"alright bri, be yourself except be confident you got this c'mon!" he glanced up and noticed you walk in quickly pulling away from brian and giving him a not so subtle wink.

you approached the table giggling at what you walked in on and taking a seat next to brian giving a shy introduction to roger and a hello to brian,

"hi brian-" roger quickly cut you off saying,

"i'm roger" he extended his hand towards you and you shook it gently before roger shoved himself right between you and brian, he made an effort to be quite flirtatious toward you to make brian jealous but you playfully shut down his efforts taking notice to brians tensed jaw and white knuckles around his pencil and calculator. you looked past roger at brian and tapped him on the shoulder asking to borrow his calculator for a moment making sure your fingers brushed as he handed it to you.

"brian could i borrow your calculator?" you said softly before delving into another math problem. as you did this brian whisper yelled at roger that he didnt like him flirting with you but roger cut him off tapping you on the shoulder and inviting you to a show that night.

"y/n how would you like to come see our band perform tonight?" you looked over at brian raising an eyebrow

"i did know you were in a band brian?" brian got flustered and answered meekly,

"yeah i am its just a weekend thing with a couple of friends, freddie, deaky, rog here, i play guitar." as he said this you took notice of his hands maybe staring a bit too long. you looked at his watch for a moment before noticing the time. you had to get to class and gave them both kisses on the cheek as a goodbye brians lingered there for a moment longer before you rushed out of the cafe getting to class.

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you put on your favorite outfit as you got ready for the concert and made a bigger effort with your hair and make up, you never really tried that much to look attractive in class so you decided to play it up for tonight. you and your roommate pushed your way to the front waiting for his band to come on stage and you took notice of the raucous crowd excited for the performance but most excited to see brian. when the band entered you scanned the whole band before settling on brian. a magically flamboyant frontman with the voice of a god. a bouncy flouncy cheeky bass player with great hair, roger the blond hair blue eyed flirt from earlier and brian. his curly hair was like a halo around his angular face you noticed his eyeliner settling for staring at his pillowy lips for a moment. you loved his outfit a white shirt with bat wing arms cradling his red guitar. though you would never say it outloud you stared at his pants for way longer than you should have. by the time you finished scanning him the first song started. you made eye contact with brian flashing him a smile. he smiled back, the girls surrounding you all melted. you laughed slightly and watched his fingers on the fretboard glancing from his fingers to his face as he sang back up vocals as he played. you watched him throughout the whole show and roger noticed. the moment it ended he rushed over to brian telling him that you were totally checking him out.

"bri! I swear!" roger raved.

"I sincerely doubt it rog." brian was completely unaware of the feelings you both shared for eachother.

"if you don't go out there and buy her a drink then.." he paused and his face fell into a mischievous grin.

"i will. you've got 10 minutes!" he smirked and thumped brian in the chest before galavanting off leaving brian with his thoughts and a deadline. the adrenaline in his veins from a stellar performance pushed him to pack up his red special and rush out to the bar to find you.

you and your roommate make your way over to the bar but before you can order a drink brian approaches you and your roommate disappears talking to another friend. brian smiles at you tapping you on the shoulder and you quickly swivel around smiling and giving him a congratulatory hug and a kiss on the cheek. his face flushed pink as you did so and he hugged you back hands resting on your lower back. you pulled away and began rambling about how amazing he was.

"you are so talented i almost cant believe it!" you laughed excitedly on an adrenaline high from the loud music.

"i- thank you y/n. i really appreciate it." he smiles down at you his head pounding from the loudness of the bar he leaned down by your ear to ask,

"would you like to go somewhere quieter?" you nodded quickly and he helped you off the bar stool leading you through the bar with his hand ghosting over your lower back sending shivers up your spine. when you get outside you're immediately hit the by the cool autumn air sprinkling goosebumps all over your arms. brian noticed and looked around trying to find another place to talk that would be warmer.

"we should uh... its really cold do you wanna go.. to my place?" brian suggested meekly. you flashed him a bright smile.

"id love too." you said and took his hand walking home with him, during the walk you both discussed the show and your other interests. you quickly arrived back at his appartment and you both rushed inside. you walked over and nervously sat down on his couch.

"i'll make us tea to warm up." brian suggested making a beeline for the kitchen and quickly brewing up some tea. you nodded and waited for him to come back. he returned and sat down on the couch next to you putting his arm on the couch behind you. you continued talking about various things getting closer and closer to eachother you rested you hand on his knee and played with his hair for a moment until your face was inches away from his and you made eye contact both glancing at eachothers lips he leaned in and kissed you. you brought your hands to his shoulders and he brought his to your cheeks. thats what solidified it for you. this wasnt just a hook up to either of you. his thumbs grazed down your cheeks and he touched your neck putting his hands in your hair. you deepened the kiss opening your mouth and things began to get hot and heavy.

brian leans you back into the squishy couch hovering over you by leaning on his hand by your waist almost trapping you under him. you didnt mind though, this was exactly where you wanted to be ever since you'd seen him on that stage. your arms wrapped around his neck and his knees were between your legs as he began kissing down to your neck his hand snaking under your back holding you as he kissed all over your chest and neck. you tilt your head back letting out soft whimpers as he kissed your sweet spots. what made your breathing stop momentarily though was when you felt his teeth grazing over your collarbone and he began to leave a few dark hickeys up the side of your neck making you moan and squeeze your legs together. he brought his lips back to yours kissing you less sloppily and being more deliberate with every move he made on you. you ran your hands into his dark chocolate curlys kissing him slowly. what you both hadn't noticed during this steamy make out session was that the boys had come home. the door opened and brian looked up at the band like a deer in headlights quickly sitting up as freddie and deaky burst out laughing.

"the one time bri has a girl we call it an early night" he laughs walking across the room and sitting on a couch adjacent to you two.

"seems like we're interrupting something fred." he giggled mischievously before freddie got a better look at you and gasped dramatically.

"its the calculator girl from his class! aw!" freddie gushed and rubbed brians shoulder, brian was mortified during all of this staring at you apologetically as you felt the same until you heard freddie refer to you as calculator girly you sat up from under brian blushing.

"you talked about me?" you giggled looking at brian for an answer before deaky chimed in with,

"it was never ending." he laughed and freddie stood up laughing excitedly he walked towards the kitchen saying,

"well i'll leave you love birds or snog bogs to it!" he joked and deaky left the room as well. brian's face was bright red embaressed and he looked at you worriedly.

"you talked about me?" you asked leaning towards him excitedly and wrapped your arms around his neck as he snapped out of his trance of embaressment.

"yeah.." he said nervously as he tried to figure out where he should put his hands. you looked down moving his hands to your waist you move him so he's sitting on the couch correctly you straddle him and kiss him sweetly.

"i talked about you to roommates too!" you said before gently kissing him again bringing your kisses down this side of his neck and leaving him a couple hickeys his jaw dropping and head tipping back as roger slowly entered the apartment with a random girl on his arm. brian heard the door and shot back up letting out an annoyed groan as rog gave him a silent thumbs up as he rushed to his room. you noticed the interaction and laughed softly.

"we just cannot get alone can we?" you tucked his hair behind his ear and whispered sweetly.

"let's go to my room.." he said picking you up from your current position straddling his lap and walking past the kitchen bringing you to his room he layed you on the bed noticing both of your eye lids begin to get heavier. you looked at him alittle worried before asking.

"could we.. insead of..-" brian caught your drift and nodding letting out a yawn as he pulled his show shirt off.

"could i borrow a t shirt?" you asked taking your shoes off and setting your earings on the dresser. he nodded pointing to the open drawer as he slipped a shirt on. you took your shirt off and slipped on of his on and unbuttoning your jeans you slid those off as well. once you were down to just panties and one of his shirts you sat on the edge of his bed. brian climbed in his bed and glanced at you.

"care to join?" he joked opening his arms you quickly climbed under his sheets and into his arms laying your head on his chest and resting your hand on his side tracing patterns. he snaked an arm to your him and took a deep breath as you both fell asleep.

SEND IN REQUESTS! should turn this into a series?

i write for brian, roger, deaky, and freddie {only platonically}