#his cheeks are flushed because he realises you were wearing a skirt

[kingkatsuki]

Thinking about meeting Bakugou and Kirishima in the crowd of a concert, and during one of the slow songs the artist tells everyone to get on someone’s shoulders so Kirishima asks you whether you want to get on his shoulders and you tell him that it’s okay because you’re too heavy.

And then Bakugou gives you possibly the dirtiest look you’ve ever received in your life as he looks you up and down before handing his beer off to Kirishima as he doesn’t give you a choice as he bends down to slot his head between your thighs.

So you’re squealing because you’ve never been on someone’s shoulders before, and you’re certain you’re too heavy but Bakugou doesn’t quake as he holds you steady for the entire song. And after he puts you down so gently and takes his beer back off Kirishima like it was nothing🥺

[seonghwaddict]

mirror mirror — jung wooyoung

in which wooyoung hates it when you call yourself anything less than beautiful.

bf!jung wooyoung x fem!reader. genre. established relationship. fluff. slight angst. smut. warnings. reader wears a dress, reader is a little insecure, explicit sexual content mdni, mirror sex, fingering, praise, soft dom!wooyoung, overstimulation, nicknames (baby, babe, babygirl, pretty girl). wc. 1.3k. rating. mature.

lilo’s notes. i’ll try to post as much as i can in the next few days as i likely won’t be online much for the two weeks after the next one!!

listening to. aphrodite by rini

masterlist.

you came home from a long day out with your friends, shopping and whatnot. as soon as you stepped through the front door of the small apartment you shared with your boyfriend, he felt himself get dragged from the couch to the bedroom, pushed down to sit on the bed while you set some bags down in the walk-in closet.

“what’re you doing, baby?” he’d laughed, leaning back with his palms planted on the mattress.

“let me show you the clothes i got!” even though he’d been in the middle of watching a movie, he couldn’t say no to the excited look on your face.

you closed the door of the walk-in closet to change. he thought it was cute, really—he’d seen you naked many times yet you were still too shy to change in front of him. each time you stepped out of the closet you were wearing something new, some skirts, some hoodies. you’d twirl around, he’d tell you how beautiful he thought you were, and you’d return to the closet to change into another thing, face warm from his praises.

even though he gave different opinions on each clothing item, wooyoung knew he’d find you attractive no matter what you wore.

one time, you let him style you when neither of you had places to be due to a storm. his laugher echoed through the apartment as you wore exactly what he chose. a blue shark onesie he’d found stuffed into a corner of your side of the closet. it was silly and you hadn’t worn it in years, but he still thought you were the cutest thing he’d laid his eyes on.

the final thing you showed him was a little babydoll dress, the silky fabric a light pink. the hem was lined with little white ruffles and reached between the middle of your thighs and your hips. clearly meant to be used as a nightgown, the skirt flowed smoothly as you twirled around.

wooyoung stared, in awe by your figure. his tongue darted out to lick his suddenly dry lips, mouth opening to say something before closing again. he couldn’t believe he was so lucky to see you like this.

you, however, mistook his lack of words, hesitantly turning around to look at the mirror across from the bed with a frown, fiddling with the hem of the dress nervously.

“i think… i think it’s a nice dress.” your voice was quiet, meek, the corners of your lips tugged into a light frown. “it probably would look better on anyone else, though…”

wooyoung snapped out if his trance at that, brows furrowing as he looked at your face through the mirror before he came to the realisation that you’re second guessing yourself because of him.

“that’s not true, i think you look great in it. more than great, even,” he was quick to reassure you but you didn’t respond, only glancing at his reflection for a second before looking away with flushed cheeks. “come here, baby.”

his hands reached out to your hips, turning you to face him and pulling you to stand between his spread knees. his hands gave your hips a gentle squeeze, thumbs caressing the soft fabric as he looked up at you with the most tender of eyes.

“you’re the most beautiful girl in the world, you know,” he whispered, placing a quick kiss to the tiny bow between your breasts, “i don’t want you to ever think otherwise, okay?”

“but-“

“no buts.” he cut you off firmly, eyebrows furrowed before his features softened again. a wave of silence washed over the two of you, butterflies raging in your stomach with each caress of his hands. his eyes diverted from yours for a moment, an idea flashing in his mind as he caught sight of the mirror before looking back up at you.

“let me show you how pretty you are to me, baby.”

without waiting for you to respond, he turned you around once more and dragged you onto his lap. his grey sweatpants felt warm beneath your bare legs, the nightgown barely covering you as you leaned to rest your back against his firm chest. a shudder nearly ran through your body as he pressed tender kisses to your neck before resting his chin on your shoulder, eyes licking with your through the mirror.

“so lovely and all for me,” he muttered against your ear lowly, holding you in place with his hands on your thigh. “i wanted to rip this dress off you as soon as you walked through the door. though i’m sure you knew that, hm?”

one of his hands moved up, pinching the ruffles between his fingers and lifting the skirt to reveal you hadn’t put on panties when you changed into this. you opened your mouth to say something but he beat you to it, chuckling at how flustered you looked.

“it’s okay, babe, no need to be embarrassed.” he pressed a kiss behind your ear, lingering for a moment before reconnecting his gaze with yours. more hushed words left his plush lips but you had a hard time comprehending them, distracted by how one hand travelled upwards to squeeze one of your breasts through the dress while the other hooked your legs on either side of his.

before you knew it, you were a whimpering mess on his lap. he’d nudged the thin strap if the dress from your shoulders, letting it pool at your waist. you felt him everywhere. one hand between your legs and the other alternating between squeezing your breasts and reading your nipples. his lips busied themselves with whispering dirty praised against your ear, pausing to kiss, bite and suck at your neck or shoulders.

you whined his name as a second finger slipped into you, pushing in until his second knuckle, prodding at that spot that had you seeing stars, before pulling out again just to repeat it over and over again. his thumb circled your swollen clit steadily, wet sounds made by his fingers rubbing against your slick.

and when you finished in five minutes, you gasped and cried out softly, fingers digging into the comforter of your bed as you back arched off his chest. his fingers pulled out but he continued rubbing slow circles on your clit, helping you ride out your orgasm.

“there you go, babygirl,” a kiss against your temple and another below your jaw, “look at yourself.”

his hand left your breast to take ahold of your chin, directing you to face the mirror. your hair was dishevelled and eyes barely open, chest heaving with heavy breaths, nipples erect. your thighs twitched with each circle of his middle and ring fingers. you couldn’t see your core, covered by his hand, but the soft lamp light made the slick smeared at the top of your inner thighs glisten with each twitch. beautiful.

“see how pretty you are now?” he cooed softly, finding the way you twitch from the gentle overstimulation adorable. “who’s my pretty girl, hm? say it, baby.”

“i-i am.”

“that’s right,” you watched his reflection nod before both his hands moved to your waist, pulling the nightgown over your head and tossing aside. a kiss between your shoulders, just below the base if your neck. “so you know you’re pretty now?”

you respond with a nod of your own.

“that’s my good girl. now,” he lifted you off his lap and a moment later you were placed on the bed as he kneeled between your legs, nudging your shoulder to lay down, winking. “lay back and relax, baby, i’m not done with you yet.”

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HQ BOYS MEETING A BEAUTIFUL FAN PT 2

⟶ ft. sakusa, atsumu, akaashi

‎♡ sakusa

"are you sakusa?" a small voice behind him peeps up.

sakusa turns around, a scowl on his face, ready to lecture whoever just disrupted his pre-game ritual because if there's one thing that sakusa hates – it's talking to others before a game.

and oh boy was he about to make an exception right now.

he blinks at you, drinking in the way a cute smile was plastered to your face and all he can think of is, are you real? how can someone this pretty exist?

he snaps out of his speechless stupor and hums, "that's me."

you let out a sigh of relief, handing him a pack of masks, "i found this outside the locker room, and thought maybe it'd be yours."

"how do you know it's mine?" sakusa asks curiously, raising a brow.

"oh! uhm! i may or may not be a fan...so i kind of know you wear masks a lot!"

oh god. not only were you pretty, but you were also a fan! his fan.

he flushes from his cheek down his neck, and gives a little nod, "oh. nice. do you want a signature or somet –"

before sakusa can finish his sentence, hinata pokes his head into the room, clueless, "sakusa! our match is starting soon! oh, hey, sakusa's friend!"

sakusa wants to roll his eyes at hinata, but he just mutters, voice velvety, "i guess the signature will have to wait till later. meet me here after the match if you still want it."

♡ atsumu

"how could ya forget?" atsumu yelps, thrashing his arms around dramatically as osamu stares back at his blonde twin blankly.

"forget what?"

"forget to tell me that she's pretty??" atsumu whisper-shouts, gesturing towards you – osamu's new employee. atsumu expected your presence at the game, but he did not expect you to turn up looking like this – in a short skirt, soft legs out on display.

"who's pretty?"

atsumu turns around and stares at you, horrified, wondering how much of the conversation you had overheard. atsumu blinks and immediately starts stuttering, "uh. t-the receptionist at the hotel?"

"oh? do you have a picture?" you tilt your head, and atsumu swears he's about to die from your cuteness.

"tsumu thinks he is pretty." osamu shrugs nonchalantly, "what a weirdo."

at that, you just chuckle and lean in to inspect his face carefully. atsumu feels his breath hitch in his throat and swears his heart is about to leap out of his chest, when you lean back and nod in agreement, "yeah, atsumu is pretty!"

feeling a sudden surge of confidence in his chest, atsumu reminds himself, atsumu...what the fuck was that? you're the cool sexy male of msby! that the best ya can do?

a smirk inches its way to atsumu's face and he looks you dead in the eye.

"really? that's weird...because i find you really pretty too."

osamu rolls his eyes.

‎♡ akaashi

the truth is, akaashi has noticed you for a while now. because how could he not, when you look so pretty on the bleachers, hair tied up in cute pigtails and cheering for bokuto?

bokuto. akaashi never wants to admit he is jealous of bokuto but...he really is.

one day, fukurodani wins by a landslide and bokuto is on a crazy adrenaline high. he drags you towards akaashi and yells loudly, "HEY! akaashi stop being such a wimp and ask her out already!! i know like...five? guys who want to ask her out but i'm saving her for youuuu!"

silence hangs in the air as akaashi stares at you, feeling his face heat up. bokuto glances at you both, before his eyes widen in realisation, "oh no! am i not supposed to say that?"

the whole fukurodani squad gathers around and starts gushing dramatically. washio yells, "c'mon akaashi kohai! you've been simping over her for years!"

konoha akinori slings a lazy arm around you, deciding to push akaashi's buttons, "akaashi, if you don't want her, i'm gonna start chasing her!"

akaashi's eyes widens and before he could even think clearly, he's grabbing your hand and walking away from his embarrassing team. konoha and you? no way in hell!

before akaashi can open his mouth to deny anything, you're winking at him cutely, "i think you're cute too, akaashi."

akaashi swallows nervously, thanking whatever higher power there is up there for gracing him with his dream girl, before he smiles shyly, "wanna go out together?"

you can bet you're yelling akaashi's name in all of their upcoming matches.

[edenesth]

[8:35 PM]

Tonight was girls' night and while you were getting ready, San abruptly halted in his tracks, doing a double take at you just as he was passing by your shared room.

Without you noticing, your boyfriend narrowed his eyes dangerously, arms crossed firmly across his chest.

"Excuse me, woman, you mind telling me what the hell is that?"

You blinked up at him from your seat at the vanity table, seeing him point accusingly at your attire, "Uh... my outfit for the evening? I did mention I was going out with the girls, so why the surprise?"

He rolled his eyes, closing the distance between you and stopping just behind you, his glare piercing through the mirror, "I know you're going out tonight, but why the need to dress so... provocatively?"

A laugh escaped you as you realised his disapproval of your crop top and mini skirt, "Well, I won't be the only one dressed like this, so relax. And you know the girls would take care of me. Besides, you're picking me up later; I'll be safe."

With a stubborn shake of his head, he retrieved one of his bomber jackets from his side of the wardrobe and handed it to you, "Here, put this on."

You stared at him, unamused.

"Sannie, I love you, but everyone will laugh at me if I show up looking like a penguin drowning in your huge ass jacket."

He glared challengingly at you.

"If you don't wear this, I'll call Wendy and tell her you can't make it tonight."

You gasped loudly, shooting up from your seat, "You wouldn't dare."

He smirked, "Oh, you bet I would, baby girl."

You groaned in frustration, "This isn't fair! I already missed the last girls' night because of you! I can't miss this one too!"

He grinned, "You can still go. All you have to do is wear this jacket and keep it on until I pick you up. You can take it off as soon as you're back with me—heck, you can take everything off if you want."

Your cheeks flushed deep red as you slapped a hand on his chest and snatched the jacket from his grasp, "Ugh, fine. I'll have to bleach that mouth of yours, I swear."

"Good girl," He cooed, watching you reluctantly slip into his jacket, his heart swelling at the sight of you in his clothing. He couldn't resist wrapping his arms around you, "Now, you look perfect."

All your previous resistance melted away as he leaned in to kiss you.

Pulling back slightly, he whispered, "Should I call Wendy to cancel?" You scoffed, playfully pushing him away, "In your dreams, Choi San. I'm going to that party, whether you like it or not."

He pouted, "You meanie."

But before he could leave the room, you caught his hand, "We can pick up where we left off when the party's over." The sly gleam in his eyes and the way he bit his lip was all it took for your legs to go weak.

Oh boy, I can't wait for girls' night to be over already.

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[thegettingbyp2]

Sorry this is probs a weird request but maybe elvis taking you onstage and showing everyone what a s!ut you are for him? omg ty!

All Mine

Elvis liked for you to stand in the wings while he performed at the International Hotel; there was something about the way he knew you were standing there just for him, because that’s where he wanted you. It was also handy for when he finished performing and he could just scoop you up into his arms and rush straight back up to your room in the hotel.

There was something about the way you were dressed tonight that had Elvis’ gaze finding you constantly whilst you were on stage. You were wearing a strapless baby pink dress, the skirt flowing gently to stop just above your knee, giving Elvis a teasing view of your thigh every time you moved your hips to the music. You had decided to wear your hair down in loose waves around your shoulders to hide the multitude of hickey’s that he had left on your skin earlier that day.

You were watching Elvis dance around the stage, always in awe of the way he was able to capture the attention of his audience. You were so focused on the way he was moving, his movements sending a wave of heat down between your legs, that you didn’t realise when the song finished and Elvis had begun speaking again.

‘There’s someone I want you guys to meet tonight, she’s stood in the wings of every performance I’ve done in this hotel and she is looking like an absolute angel tonight. Come on out here, baby.’ Your eyes widened as he gestured to you and you stepped back slightly shaking your head. Elvis let out a chuckle and made his way over to you. The moment he was offstage, one of his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him as his other hand slowly crept along the inside of your thigh, making you lean into him slightly. ‘Come on, baby,’ he whispered in your ear, ‘come out there with me and let me show everyone how your all mine, how you’re my good girl, hmm?’

Knowing that it would be pointless to argue with him, you let yourself be dragged out of the shadow of the wings and underneath the warm glare of the spotlight. The sound of the applause was a distant hum in your ear as the only thing you could focus on was Elvis’ body pressed up against yours, sometime in the time he pulled up on stage, his hand had slipped out from under your dress and had attached to your hip in a bruising grip.

‘Here she is, ladies and gentlemen,’ Elvis said, quickly turning you around until your back was flush to the front of his body. ‘Ain’t she pretty, all dolled up for the show tonight.’ You cheeks flushed and you turned your head, a small smile working its way onto your lips as you tried to bury your head in Elvis’ neck, only to be stopped by his hand coming up to grip your chin and turn your face back towards the audience.

‘Keep looking forward, baby,’ he murmured into your ear, a shiver running down your spine, ‘be good for me and I’ll give you a treat when we get upstairs.’

‘Now, you see folks, I like to make sure people know what’s mine,’ he began, gathering your hair gently in his hands and brushing it over one shoulder, revealing the marks littering your neck and you jumped slightly, a small moan creeping from your lips as he pressed a kiss to one of the hickey’s. ‘And she’s so good for me, I needed to really show people who she belongs to,’ he said, running a finger along your collarbone, lightly fingering the gold necklace that sat prettily on your neck, Elvis’ name spelt in a pretty font on the chain; you hadn’t taken the necklace off since the day he’d given it to you, loving how it almost felt like a collar, letting everyone know that you were Elvis’. ‘In fact, she’s so good for me, I think she’d even let me take her right here on this piano in front of all you lovely people,’ he said, quickly lifting you until you were sat on top of the piano, stepping between your legs.

You nodded quickly in agreement, his name falling from your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, toying with the hair at the back of his head as he pulled you in for a bruising his, his tongue licking against your lips and groaning when he felt you grip onto him tighter. Forgetting where you were, your legs wrapped around his waist as you tried to press yourself closer to him, causing Elvis to laugh against your lips. ‘So good for me, pretty girl,’ he spoke against your lips, causing more whimpers to fall from your lips as you nodded.

‘Just for you,’ you whimpered, agreeing instantly.

‘I’ll wrap this up and then I’ll be upstairs, I want you ready on the bed for when I get there,’ he whispered in your ear, only for you to hear as he helped you down from the piano and pointed you back in the direction you’d came, slapping your ass lightly as you went.

As soon as you got back into the wings, before heading up to your room, you looked over your shoulder to see Elvis watching you, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. He winked at you before turning his attention back to the audience, planning to wrap the show up as quick as he could just to join you in your hotel room.

[unlimited-dark]

FFXIV Write Day #9 - Fair

Aymeric was waiting in the lounge of Tataru’s workshop, relaxing in his chair with a pot of tea that the Lalafelin lady had prepared for him for his wait. He and Sileas were on a trip to Tataru’s boutique for a fitting of a new dress that Sileas had ordered. Though she seemed nervous before she went into the changing room, he was sure that she would look gorgeous no matter the design.

“She’s ready!” Tataru exclaimed, gesturing to the figure behind her to leave the changing room. 

Sileas sheepishly left the changing room, her cheeks slightly red from showing off the beautiful dress she donned. Designed in Ishgardian fashion, the dress was made of the finest pink cloth, adorned with several yalms of lace, and finished with a few blue roses attached to the collar and waistband.

“T-tataru did a wonderful job designing this…” she spoke, though softly, as she continued to turn to look at herself in the dress.

“It suits you, my dear,” he replied, standing up to get closer to her. 

He could see her cheeks flaring once from as he got closer to touch her, and how she shivered lightly from his touch. Tracing his hand down her waist to the skirt beside her, he kissed her on the forehead as she gasped.

“A-aymeric…!”

“You seemed uneasy, and I simply wished to lightly the mood, my love.”

“That’s because…I’m not sure if this is the right style for Ishgard…Isn’t it too grand for the house?”

“It wouldn’t be. As long you’re beautiful and happy wearing it, I shant have any complaints.”

Aymeric pulled her into his arms, leaning into her to kiss her when he heard the lalafell lady clear her throat. Realising they both were not alone, he moved away from Sileas sheepishly, facing the lalafellin lady.

“Well I do understand that you wish to celebrate Sileas’ makeover, I wish to clarify some further details about the dress.”

“R-right. Of course. Thank you for designing an excellent dress for Sileas.”

“As requested, I have another two to three dresses in a similar design prepared for Sileas. The last one’s still in the works, but if there’s anything Sileas wants to change about the dress, we can decide now.”

“There’s no need to, Tataru. Your workmanship is amazing as always. I’m not sure how to compensate you any further…!”

Tataru giggled at the mention, her smile turning into a large grin.

“By telling everyone in Ishgard about Tataru’s Boutique!”

Sileas giggled in return at her close friend, smiling at the lalafell in excitement. Looking at the two, Aymeric grinned, assured that his lady wife’s fashion would always be in good hands. Perhaps I’ll ask Mistress Tataru for the wedding dress, he thought. Wound up in his thoughts, he noticed that the two were returning to the changing rooms, quickly stopping them.

“Since the dress is good to go, is it alright if Sileas wears this back?”

“Aymeric? We don’t have to-”

“But of course, Ser. Sileas is our best customer. She can have it now, and I’ll arrange for the rest to be delivered to the manor.”

“Excellent. We should be on our way now after you fetch your clothes.”

“But Aymeric-”

Pulling her into his arms to shush her, Aymeric grinned cheekily at her, whispering in her ear.

“I simply wished to head off on a date with my fairest lady, when she looks the most beautiful. Back in Coerthas, or Ishgard proper.”

Her cheeks flushed once more, scurrying away to grab her belongings. She soon returned, taking his hand as they set off for a short journey home. A date, it seemed to be.

[honeydazai]

Arcane men when they see you dance suggestively

feat.: Viktor, Jayce Talis, Silco, Vander, Ekko, Marcus

warnings: suggestive content, strong nsfw implications/mentions, dry humping, lap dances

requested?: yes and yes! | reblogs appreciated!

VIKTOR honestly doubts his eyes for a moment when he notices you — on a tiny stage, dancing, surrounded by a crowd of cheering drunk guys —, simply because he can't believe what he's seeing.

It's hardly considered appropriate, especially in those skimpy clothes you're wearing, and this was supposed to be a fun evening out at a bar with some Academy acquaintances. For fuck's sake, even Professor Heimerdinger is somewhere around here and at risk of seeing you nearly stripping.

Those thoughts, however, all disappear when he realises that you're looking directly at him, a smirk on your face, despite all those guys gawking at you. Your attention, while you're up there looking breathtakingly beautiful as you arch your back suggestively, your skirt riding up far enough for everyone to catch a glimpse of your lacy panties, is on him alone, and that realisation is enough to make precum bead at the tip of his already hard dick.

“Ah, dear, you have no idea what you're doing to me. Truly; just seeing you up there was enough to get me aroused. Now, after you've been teasing me for this long, why don't you take care of me, hm?”

JAYCE's cheeks flush in a pinkish colour as you sit down on his lap. You're in public — in a rather crowded bar, to be exact — and the gesture would be innocent enough it it weren't for the way you were moving, hips swivelling and swaying with your still clothed cunt grinding against his quickly hardening cock. He can't believe you're doing this here, but no one seems to care, and, well, he can't help but place his hands on your waist.

You're smirking at him, teasing and with mischief sparkling in your eyes, and a second later you're damn near bouncing on his lap, and, fuck, it's all too easy to imagine you riding him right now instead of just rutting against him.

“Fuck, I—, we're in public, we can't have anyone seeing us like this. I've got a reputation to lose, remember? Oh—, no, you know what, never mind, princess. That just felt so fucking good—, continue, please.”

When SILCO sees you dancing in front of a crowd, he can't say he's particularly surprised. While The Last Drop is more of a bar than a club, there's no rule against some dancing done there — besides, no one ever minds seeing someone pretty put on a show. As long as no one oversteps any boundaries, he's not about to forbid your dancing, but he definitely appreciates it more when you dance for his enjoyment alone.

Whenever you sit down on his lap and start moving your hips to the faint music outside of his office, Silco can't help but abandon whatever he had just been working on, his hands soon placed on your waist. With his dick straining against his trousers, it's obvious just how much he enjoys those lap dances you give him, so don't expect to leave his office again soon.

“Did you enjoy all that attention you were getting down there, dear? I bet you did. It must be intoxicating, knowing that all those guys would love to bend you over and fuck you, but no one would dare to. Only I get to do that.”

VANDER didn't expect you to be quite this bold when you're dancing, but it's not like he minds it — in fact, he enjoys staring at the way you throw your head back and arch your back in rhythm with the music.

He's doesn't dance much himself, but he at least puts one hand onto your hips as you bend over in front of him and grind your ass back to rub against his half hard dick. It's basically just dry humping at this point, especially when Vander begins to meet your movements, but no one seems to mind it, not even when his hand begins to wander to cup your ass.

“Damn, darl, you feel so good. Ah, if only we'd be alone right now, hm? Now that you've got me all hard with how pretty ya are, I'd love to fuck you.”

The second EKKO spots you on the dance floor, your body moving to the music, he takes a moment to simply stare before joining you. He honestly had no idea you enjoyed dancing — and you look so good while doing it, too! There's multiple guys gawking at you, but he doesn't mind it much; you're with him and don't even spare those men a glance, so there's no need for him to feel insecure.

He loves the way your body feels when pressed against his; whether it's with your ass flush with his pelvis or your hips grinding against each others, Ekko loves it. He can't help but let his hands roam over your form, though you luckily don't seem to mind it; not even when his hand slips beneath your clothes and into your panties.

“Damn, babe, look at you — you're pretty shameless, isn't that right? Bet you wouldn't even mind it if I touched you a little more. Hm, baby? What was that? You want my fingers in you, now? That's just lewd, but I guess I'll indulge you.”

MARCUS isn't much of a dancer, an entertainer no less, but when he watches you like this — the warm lights of your bedroom lamps hitting your body just right, enhancing your curves as you smirk at him, teasing, while moving your hips in an almost lewd manner —, he finally understands what's so appealing about dancing.

His hands are on you immediately, touching whatever bits of skin are revealed to him as he pulls you closer, his legs spread with you standing between them. He's shaking just a little while greedily pawing at your thighs, and, fuck, you're still moving, hips swaying to the beat, and his dick twitches at the sight.

“Ah, you look delightful, my love. Really — you have no idea how badly I just want to pin you down and fuck you right now. Oh? Well, if you say so — guess I have no reason to hold back then.”

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member: jeon jungkook

word count: 4.2k

genre: smut + college!au + jeongguk and oc are in a weird fwbs without the friendship part just the benefits except jaykay lowkey has feelings + virginity au

warnings: virgin!oc / oral sex (fem receiving) / jaykay best coochie eater / oc is strange / jaykay is confused / there r emotions and propositions because of said emotions!! / first times / not really edited / mingyu the meddling best fwend part two :3

soundtrack: stargazing, the neighbourhood + body, summer walker

part one 

Jeongguk has not been able to get you out of his mind since your last fateful meeting. The memories linger like a stain on precious fabric, sinking through thread and leaving a blight that can be spotted from a mile away. His overeager thoughts have left him sensitive, acutely aware of your sudden presence. He spies you constantly in the lunch hall, laughing bold and unabashed with your friends, a brightness on your features that travels straight to his heart. Sometimes you rush past him in the hallways, late to your lectures, the wind sweeping the skirts you donned often upward. That had sent him for a small spiral, the fact that you loved wearing skimpy little things despite your coy nature. He hadn’t picked a favourite yet, but the blush pink and floral patterned skirts were contesting for number one unbeknownst to you. Once, he’d attempted a meek greeting, partially surprised by his timidness. But you had just brushed him off, one flash of your radiant smile before you scampered away. He’d mentioned it to Mingyu one drunken evening, unable to keep your name from slurring off his tongue. His heart twisted funny in his chest when he described your reluctance towards him, throat tight as the words squeezed themselves out. The response he’d received knocked him off his unstable feet, legs sinking onto the pavement below, the glowing amber street above lights blurring.

“Why do you care?” Mingyu had slurred, slumping down beside him. 

“What?” The crack of his neck echoed in the wind as he twisted to face his friend, discovering Mingyu's features flushed red and his eyes half-closed as the truth slipped from his mouth. 

“I mean,” Mingyu continued, “It’s not like you’re dating her or anything. It’s strictly sex, or is that not what the both of you agreed?”

“Well–” He was caught there, facing a dead-end he didn’t realise he’d back himself into until that very moment. “Well, even if that’s what we agreed I should at least get to know her right? It feels so strange to sleep with someone you barely know.”

Mingyu had scoffed, knocking his knee into Jeongguk’s. “Yah! Were you not trying to hook up with some random girl in the club five minutes ago?”

“But that’s different,” he’d pouted into the night, hands ripping through his curls in a futile attempt to get you out of his head. “I’m supposed to take her virginity, right? There’s a weight there. I should get to know her.”

Mingyu paused for a second, silently reading into what his friend was implying. “Fair enough. Get to know her then.”

“I’m trying,” Jeongguk shot back. “But it’s so hard. She doesn’t even answer my texts. Maybe she hates me or something.”

The long look he received unsettled him, Mingyu’s gaze indiscernible. 

“She doesn’t hate you,” he finally murmured, the sentence purposeful. “She’s probably just overwhelmed. Y/N tends to shut down when things feel like too much for her.”

“So? She should at least respond to my messages.” Jeongguk didn't mean to say the remainder of his thoughts out loud but they stumbled from his throat regardless, a whisper lifted by the midnight breeze. “Was my dick that ugly?”

Mingyu’s loud laugh cut right through him, Jeongguk’s cheeks burning hard in the quiet of the night. 

“She said that?” Another choking laugh accompanied his disbelief followed by Jeongguk’s head drooping down in shame. “God, you’ve got it bad haven’t you? And you barely know her too.”

“Shut up,” Jeongguk had hissed, terrified of the fond thumping of his heart. “I don’t.”

“You do,” Mingyu had hummed. “But I get it. Just give her time. She’s been asking about you too, you know.”

“She has?” If he had ears like a puppy they’d be perked up with jubilance right now. 

Another knowing noise of acknowledgement, his friend’s gaze wistful. “Yeah. But like I said, give her time.”

↯

Time is apparently three weeks later, the stress of submitting mid-semester assignments finally subduing across campus. There were murmurs of parties, people out and about with no care for the curfew imposed on them, and the recklessness of mid-term break drifting through the autumn air. Jeongguk had messaged you a couple of days ago (just a quick check-in or that is what he told himself), only to be met with one-word responses and a curtness that left him cold. But here you are again, notifications lighting up his screen in the middle of the night. 

nutcase [11:48pm]

u up?

He nearly chokes on the ramen halfway down his throat. A booty-call, really, Jeongguk just meant that to you. For a second he considers ignoring the message but the prospect of seeing you again has him tapping the notification with a swiftness that should embarrass him. 

jaykay [11:49pm]

yeah, why?

nutcase [11:51pm]

are you busy tomorrow?

He pauses, filtering through the tasks he has lined up for his weekend. There’s nothing he wouldn’t consider dropping for you. 

jaykay [11:52pm]

no, why?

nutcase [11:53pm]

wanna come see you

Just like that, his head is spinning and he’s gliding up from the plastic chair of the convenience store he’d parked himself at. You’re evil for making him like this. 

jaykay [11:53pm]

yeah ofc why not

when? 

nutcase [11:56pm]

probably in the afternoon

i’ll text you tomorrow 

jaykay [11:57pm]

yeah okay that's fine

see you

nutcase [12:03am]

see you :)

The emoticon feels more like a premonition than a genial offering. Yet, Jeongguk is too caught up in the racing of his heart to detect the warning that lies beneath your words, his trepidation clouded by longing. In the moments of your absence, he’d seemingly forgotten who exactly you were, head lost in the high of his fantasies. Even if he tried to grab his fingers would miss, but when you glow like you do, something in Jeongguk will reach out regardless.

↯

Jeongguk does not know why he is terrified. He’s done this before – numerous occasions of girls whining into his sheets, their legs spread wide for his tongue, flash before his eyes before dissolving into air. And yet, he can’t help the rapid slam of his heart against his chest, stomach twisting the moment his knee hits the bed. The mattress sinks below his weight, a corresponding heaviness descending on his shoulder when your sharp eyes flick towards his looming figure. You’re not worried. He can see it in how lax your body is, eased against the navy duvet spread across his bed. You’re just watching, waiting. It’s Jeongguk that’s scared. A part of him knows why, but the thought is beaten down by his pride. It struggles to surface to the forefront of his mind, lingering in the darkness of his head, shrouded by his trepidation.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Jeongguk asks. It’s said timidly, the words crawling out his throat almost reluctantly.

You scoff. The lilac skirt you’d donned shifts further up your thighs. There’s a twitch in his pants.

“Obviously, or else I wouldn’t be here. Do you not want to do this?” There’s a pause but before Jeongguk can fill the silence with reassurance, you blurt out a question that leaves him spluttering. “Have you done this before?”

“Of course, what the hell.” His heart is hurting with how fast it beats against his ribs.

You quirk an eyebrow. “Okay then, let’s do this. I mean, I gave you head last time. This is next on the list.”

“The list?” Jeongguk halts. “There’s a list?”

You shoot him a look he can’t decipher. “Yes? The last one is anal – if you’re down for that.”

“A-anal? What?”

“Yes, anal. It’s when you fu–”

“I know what anal is! I just – that’s a bit extreme isn’t it?” His head lolls to the side, honey eyes examining your lounging posture, a sudden realisation that you’re going to be the ruin of him ringing in his head. It’s an alarm. One Jeongguk ignores when you giggle and he sees the whole world turn upside down in a second.

“I’m a virgin in university, there's no such thing as moving too fast. We don’t have to do that. I can always find someone else.”

Something strikes in his heart when you say that, a fervorous springing forth. “No – no! I’m down for anal if that’s what you want of course.”

You nod, thoughtful. There’s something really terrifying about your casual honesty. “Okay. But before we get to that, I think we should do this first.”

There’s a deep exhale, his palms rubbing the fabric of the sweatpants he’d worn today. “Right,” he hums. “Right, yeah. Um, eating you out. Right, that’s what we’re doing.”

“Yeah,” you affirm, shifting to your elbows. “You’ve seen a vagina, right?”

Jeongguk often wonders what goes on in that brain of yours, a thought he voices with an indignant, “What is wrong with you?”

“It’s a valid question, Jeon! I have to ask! Do you know where the clit is located?”

“Yes, for fucks sake I do. I’ve done this before. Just stop overthinking it so much,” he mutters, trying to stop his hands from trembling.

“I’m not overthinking anything, I’m asking because I don’t want this to suck.”

“Why would it suck?” He questions, a sudden brazenness building inside of him. “You think I’m bad at it?”

“I don’t know.” And there you go, pouting at him with that stupidly pretty face of yours. It occurs to him right there and Jeongguk has never kissed you. He wants to now though, the sudden longing to feel your lips against his ravaging through him. He remembers how they felt around his dick with a clarity that should be criminal. Plush and pretty, eagerly sliding down his length, taking him like you born for it. He’s incredibly hard just from the memory of it. You must have put a spell on him, he thought he’d worked through this foolish behaviour in freshman when he fucked almost everything in sight and built an immunity to pretty girls but then there you were, smashing down everything he’d ever built with a pout and brief bat of your eyes in his direction. He does hate you. A lot. But not enough to keep you out of his life. Or out of his bed.

“If anything I can make you cum from that alone,” he retorts, suddenly determined to live up to his words.

You scoff, rolling your eyes at his petty display of machismo. “Please, I’m not expecting much. Just don’t DJ my clit,” you pause, suddenly squinting at the air. “Can you DJ a clit with your tongue?”

“DJ?" He wants to scream, maybe rip out his hair too. "You are so good at ruining any sort of mood.”

“Who says I was in the mood? I was just giving you a pointer.”

“A pointer? How about I give you a demonstration and then you can leave some remarks?”

“Get to it then. I don’t have all day,” you whine, raising your hem higher. For a moment he considers just giving in to the quick brashness of your demands, but then his brain settles, a solid need to be good and please battering any other thought down.

“No,” the palm on your thigh is wide and firm, yanking you close with a finality. “We’re doing this my way.”

You stiffen, brain absorbing the information that Jeongguk is much larger than you remembered him to be, caving you in with his broad shoulders and bulky arms. “Okay,” you return, the facade of brazenness you’d donned snapping at his words. “What’s your way?”

Jeongguk stills, doe gaze measuring yours. “Wanna kiss you first. Didn’t get to do that last time.”

“Why?” You return, palms growing clammy. “You don’t need to?”

“I want to,” he supplies, drawing close. The air in your lungs is stuck. “Is that a problem?”

“N-No.” The reply falters from your lips. “Just unnecessary.”

“I don’t think so,” Jeongguk says, adamant, his eyes slipping to your lips. “Very necessary to be frank.”

“Not really,” you snap back. “You’re hard, aren’t you? We don’t need to kiss.”

The surprise that colours his features coaxes a giggle from your lips, your hand raising to pat his cheek gingerly. 

“H-How did you know? It’s not that obvious, is it?”

“It’s literally staring at me, Jeongguk. I think we can skip the kisses. The list is long and we need to move fast if we’re going to do it all before Christmas break.”

“There’s a deadline?” Jeongguk retorts, internally willing the raging boner in his pants away. Why do you even have a list anyway? Isn’t sex meant to be a natural progression of barely restrained attraction and hormones? Why do you always have to make things so complex? He doesn’t ask those questions though, just watches your face with silent ardour, something ticking in his head when you grin.

“Obviously. We can’t do this forever.”

That is not what he expects to hear, the ticking in his brain suddenly going silent. 

“True,” he murmurs instead while painting the vision of you staring up at him into his memory. “That’s why this should be worthwhile and also why I should be able to kiss–”

You groan, exasperated, and Jeongguk decides he adores that sound. 

“Are we really still there?” Before Jeongguk can further defend his argument you’re leaning upward and dropping a timid peck on his lips. The first thing he notes is that you taste like cherries, sweet but tart, contrasting sides that leave your lips and settle on his. “There’s your kiss. Now can we–”

Jeongguk feels good on your mouth, steady and gentle with how he tempts you open. It starts slow, his movements eager but wary of your reaction. You can’t help but melt into them, a muffled moan drifting from your throat and into Jeongguk’s when he slips his hand along your neck, hardness resting against your hip. He corners you then, your cherry lips fitted along his and your fingers wading through the sudden tension in the air to tangle themselves in his soft curls. You pull apart with a muted whine on your tongue, no words breaking the moment that has wrapped itself around your frames. His silence unsettles you yet it kindles something warm in your chest.

“What?” You eventually murmur, aware of how he looks at you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Jeongguk returns. “But that’s what I meant by a kiss.”

“A peck is a kiss! Lips are touching so it classifies as a kiss!”

He smiles then, beautiful eyes crinkling at the corners. “Of course you would say that.”

You don’t get the chance to retort, his mouth on yours once more. It’s followed by wandering hands, slipping up your bare thighs to pause at the lining of your underwear. The press of his fingertips into your skin is what made the tease worse, and it didn’t help that you could feel him too, hard and leaking through his grey sweats on your hip. But you don’t rush him, let Jeongguk decide the pace for a moment, a thrill echoing in your bones with each kiss he plants on your lips. That thrill turns into a roar when Jeongguk reads the squirming of your hips well, lips drifting along your throat, a half-hearted bite at the hollow of your neck surfacing something you never knew dwelled beneath. Despite your efforts, it feels like Jeongguk swallows you whole, the trailing descent of his lips a path to something dangerous. Your sighs bounce off the walls of his room, fading into something soft when he hesitates at your chest, tugging the edge of your cardigan with a question in his eyes. You nod, feeling more than physically bare when he slips the shirt off your body, your old bra suddenly embarrassing. 

“Why are you hiding?” He hums, lifting your folding arms apart. “You’re too pretty to hide from me.”

You feel the kindling in your chest bloom, a steady heat that sweeps through your limbs. “Feels weird.”

“Why?” He unclasps it with an ease that puts you on edge. Sometimes, when Jeongguk stares at you too hard or says things like that as if he cares, it stirs the careful boundaries you’d put in place to protect yourself. Mingyu presented his friend with one clear truth; Jeongguk got around and he was known for it too. A perfect candidate to lose your virginity to but not for anything else. His charming smile was wicked, the pretty curls on his head just as evil. But as your fingertips settle on his scalp, the satisfied noise that leaves his lips sinking into your chest, you can’t help but wonder what could be. 

“It just feels weird,” you insist, drawn back to Earth by Jeongguk’s abrupt stillness. He was waiting for your reply, petal lips grazing your skin. The blink he gives you reads like something more but you ignore it, focusing instead on the kiss he places between the swell of your chest, a curt moan tumbling from your throat when his tongue swirls around your nipple. The realisation of what’s about to happen falls on you then, like the apparition of grey clouds in a once blue sky. 

“Is this weird?”

“No,” you say, but you don’t know what you’re answering. Because this is weird. This arrangement. But Jeongguk touching you like this? No, not weird at all.

“Good,” he returns, lips drifting down. You hum, hips jolting upward when his breath hits your bare skin. You move to shift the skirt off, Jeongguk pins you down. “Leave it on,” he murmurs, mouth brushing your clothed clit.

“O-Okay.”

“No one’s ever done this before, right?” Jeongguk whispers. There’s a roar in your head.

“No.”

“Just me.”

“Just you.”

He kisses you there then, the hands on your hip gripping tight. You gasp, shifting to meet the warmth of his mouth, a silent submission slipping out of you and damping the fabric of your underwear. But Jeongguk is calculated, pressing down rough against the material. It’s offset at first, but after a swift shuffle of your hips, he’s got it right, wet tongue making its own mark. 

“Jeongguk,” you whine. He mumbles something into your heat that you don’t understand but you don’t care to further ask. The want burning inside of you demands attention. “Take them off.”

“I will, give me a second.” You make an aggravated noise but Jeongguk is not budging. He needs a moment, honestly, already leaking in his briefs. It’s insane what you do to him. Perhaps it's the sound of your moans, pretty and delicate. They settle on his skin, stick on his walls, dig themselves deep into his mind. He’s so hard it hurts, and he hasn’t even tasted you yet. 

But you’re impatient, squirming until he gives in and strips you bare. The world seems redundant the second his eyes land on you, pretty folds already shimmering with your wetness. It urges something wild from the base of his brain, priorities dissolving and rearranging until you are the most important thing to him. You whimper when his fingers part you gingerly, clit exposed. 

“Please.” It’s unexpected from you, but it propels Jeongguk further down the road to his demise. “Need you.”

He doesn’t even counter that, placing his tongue right on your clit, slow swirls shifting into swift flicks that lift your back from his mattress, legs easily slung over his taut broad shoulders. You’re not shy, something that knocks Jeongguk off the dangerous line he was wavering along. You grind into him, burying his nose at the apex of your cunt while his tongue licks you open. You can’t control the slick that spills from you either, gliding across Jeongguk’s eager lips. The hesitations you’d pondered on before coming here seem to vanish; those concerns over whether you looked right or tasted right were swallowed by Jeongguk’s zealousness. You feel his want in the movement of his tongue, lips a perfect suction on your clit. You don’t realise he’s moaning too until your hips buck upward, spurred by a series of purposeful licks that have your vision flashing and Jeongguk groans, low and hard right into your pussy. 

“So good,” he murmurs, dark eyes locked on you. His mouth is covered in your want, shimmering in the low rays of afternoon sunlight filtering through his room. “You taste so fucking good.”

“J-Jeongguk!” His name feels both broken but smooth on your lips, crawling out like the building heat you feel spreading from your gut. “Faster. F-Faster, please.”

And he complies, sucking harsh around your clit, his tongue sharp and wild. It burns quickly in your nerves, a familiar tension that threatens snap echoing. But this feels different, brighter and bigger because unlike you Jeongguk doesn’t hesitate. He forces it out, eyes focused on the curve of your stomach beyond the bunched up fabric of your skirt. You look so pretty like this, eyes fluttering and a heat blooming on your skin that Jeongguk feels on his own. He likes the feeling of you leaking on his tongue too, something he commemorates to memory for later use. It takes him a minute to find the rhythm you respond to best but once he does he’s relentless, fucking you open with his tongue like that was what he was made to do. 

It doesn’t take long for the tension to overwhelm you, a wave that hits with intent. It swallows you whole, his name stuck on your lips, before gradually ebbing away. The newfound electricity in your nerves blossoms in between the subduing waves, sending you spiralling again. Jeongguk doesn’t let up either, lapping up the wetness that spills from your pussy. It’s only when you catch your breath, skin still buzzing, you realise how tight you're gripping his hair, fingertips suddenly falling lax. Jeongguk, on the other hand, is completely unbothered, still placing idle kisses on your folds, like he can’t bear leaving his place between your legs just yet.

You gingerly shift him off, unable to meet his eyes, the ceiling suddenly incredibly fascinating. 

“Any comments?” Jeongguk’s question cuts through the murky air of your post-orgasm haze. You don’t know whether to adore or abhor him for it. 

Your silence forces him to shift upwards, his gaze falling to the soft jiggle of your chest at his movements. He’s not going to vocalise it but that was a moment he’s etched into his memory; from the feeling of you on this tongue, warm and wet, to the sound of his name on your lips and the way your body locked when your high hit, strung tight as Jeongguk toyed with you. The heaviness in his gut makes him want to do dangerous things to you.

“Hmm?” He says instead, pokes your shoulder to make a point. 

You blink hard before your gaze shifts onto him, but when it does, something in you breaks.

His hair is a mess, ruined by the tugging of your hands but gloriously so, a mark of what you did to him. The wetness on his lips ruins you further, throat thick as you swallow down the desire to pull him close, kiss him with the tenderness he showed you earlier. 

“Not bad,” you say, wondering when Jeongguk had ripped a place open for himself in your heart.

He scoffs, a cocky grin tugging at his shiny lips. “Not bad? You’re a terrible liar.”

“Maybe,” you return. You need to get your clothes on and leave before you jump past five items on the list and sit on Jeongguk’s dick. “Where’s my top?” He stills at that, staring at you hard, the previous playfulness falling right off his face.

“Do you need it?” Jeongguk asks, perplexed and unaware of the battle raging in your head.

“Yeah, I have places to be Jeon.”

“Now? You can stay, you know. I’m not chasing you out of here.” In all honesty, Jeongguk wants to wrap his legs around you and pin you down so you never leave. He has no desire to let you go as easily as he did last time. 

“I can’t,” you return, already moving. “I have plans.”

“Oh.” You feel the deflation in his voice, but that doesn’t stop you, your cardigan found and your skirt already yanked back down. “Okay,” he says, sagging into his sheets.

The silence that follows is painful and slow, even as you pull your clothes back on your body. Jeongguk doesn’t fill it, staring at your back with apprehension in his eyes. He’s starting to hate this, how fast you swoop in and unsettle everything in his heart and mind and room before leaving like none of this even mattered. But you’re not wrong for that either, because this doesn’t matter – it shouldn’t. This was just a transaction for you, silly experiences to make your future encounters less stifled and awkward. But as Jeongguk watches you dress, the graceful but hurriedness of your movements making him sick, he decides something. Even if this didn’t matter to you –  even if it wasn’t supposed to matter – it felt too significant for it not to matter to him.

You hear the words just as you locate your bag, brain around forming some half-hearted apologetic goodbye to Jeongguk. But that changes everything, his directness, his boldness. Like an arrow aimed at oblivious prey, sinking past flesh to strike the heart.

“What if I wanted you to stay?” 

[tricksters-captain]

Helmut Zemo (TFATWS) imagines - Craving Part 2

AN: Right giving you all what you really wanted... 

Summary: After playing the part as Zemo's arm candy in Madripoor, Zemo tries to confront you on your unspoken connection, only to be rudely interrupted...

In this chapter: After having a dream about the man himself, you decide to seek out Zemo...

(PART 1 HERE)

Pairing(s): Zemo x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,013

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, receiving oral, choking, Zemo does use a couple phrases in his language and since Sokovia isn’t a real country or language I used Polish (I have seen several fic use German before however). 

You tossed and turned in bed as you tried to get comfortable. Your skin felt hot and uncomforatble to be in and your mind wouldn't stop replaying Zemo’s hands on you. The large bedroom made every movement sound louder than it was so every time you rolled and made the bed frame creak, the more you frustrated you grew. 

You hated Zemo for making you feel so confused. He was an attractive man, that was true, but he had torn the avengers apart. He had used Bucky’s past against him several times and even gotten you hurt because of it. Why did you all of a sudden have the desire to see what he tasted like... 

You figured he’d taste like mint toothpaste and whiskey or perhaps of coffee from earlier or perhaps.... What were you doing?! 

You buried your face into your pillow and groaned. 

You must’ve fallen asleep eventually because you had started dreaming. 

You were back in Madripoor. It was Sharon’s high town home and you had just changed for the party. Except you weren’t wearing what you actually wore that night. Instead, you were wearing a long silky black dress that dropped to the floor with a small trail. It had thin black straps that went over your shoulder and connected to the dress delicately; the dress was completely backless and the cool air from Sharon’s AC tickled your exposed skin. 

“You look beautiful.” Zemo’s voice filled the room. You looked up in the mirror to see Zemo standing at the door behind you. 

“It’s not too much?” You asked, flattening out the skirt with your hands. 

Zemo made his way towards you until he was right behind you. The hairs prickling up on your back revealed just how close he was standing. 

“Not at all.” Zemo brushed the tip of his finger along your shoulder, following the curve from your neck and then down your arm until he cupped your elbow gently. “You look perfect.” 

You felt your breathing stop as Zemo started to learn forward, his eyes remained locked with yours in the mirror as his lips finally met your skin. 

He kissed your shoulder lightly before opening his mouth and grazing his teeth against your flesh, biting ever so gently but with enough pressure to make the sex between your legs throb. 

“We shouldn’t.” You whispered. 

“Why not?” Zemo turned you to face him with the hand that rested on your elbow. He brought you closer to him, pressing a hand to the exposed small of your back. His strong calloused hand against you only made your legs feel weaker. 

“You know why.” You placed your hands on his chest but didn’t push him away. Yet. 

“Ahh, yes. Because of James?” Zemo tilted his head. “What would poor James do if he caught us together like this?” Zemo let his hand slide down the outside of your thigh and hook under your knee, bringing your leg up to his hip to bring you closer. 

You smirked, leaning into the man’s ear. Brushing your lips just ever so slightly against his lobe as you spoke. 

“He’d kill you.” You whispered. 

That’s when you woke up. 

You woke up covered in sweat, your chest heaving and your hair slick to your forehead. You didn’t know how long you’d been asleep for because Bucky was now asleep on the couch in the room too. 

You hoped you didn’t sleep talk anything weird during that dream but you figured that Bucky would be waiting for you to wake up to confront you if you had said Zemo's name or something similar. 

You climbed out of the bed quietly and headed towards the door. You knew you wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep after that dream and you had felt gross from waking up all sweaty so you made your way to the bathroom. 

You splashed cool water on your face and wiped your neck and chest with a damp towel before you left the bathroom again.

You looked down the hall to Zemo’s room. 

You knew which one it was for safety measures. Sam had taken the room beside his so that he could keep an eye on him but you knew Sam would probably be in the living room on his laptop at this hour to keep watch. Make sure no one is sneaking in or out of the apartment. But that also meant you could creep over to Zemo’s room without the anxiety of Sam coming out of his. 

You found yourself walking before you could stop yourself. 

You hovered outside the door for what felt like an eternity before you lightly rapped on the door. 

You opened it without hearing a response. 

Zemo was sat up on the edge of the bed, tying his robe around him as he must have had been woken by the intrusion. 

“I thought you were Sam.” Zemo rose to his feet after he realised it was you who had entered. 

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” You apologised. 

“You didn’t. I was merely laying in the bed. I did not lie when I told you about my struggles with sleeping.” Zemo had mentioned his insomnia in the kitchen before. 

You remained in the doorway, just looking at Zemo, panicking slightly as you tried to find something to say. 

“I don’t know why I’m here.” You said lowly. 

“You don’t?” Zemo cocked his eyebrow at you but didn’t move. 

“I just...” You started, “I had this...” You failed to explain yourself.  

“Shh. Shh. Shh.” Zemo waved his hand. He slowly made his way towards you. “You don’t need to come up with excuses.” 

“I’m not.” You argued. 

“Just tell me the truth.” Zemo was now in front of you. He was close enough that you could see the slight stripe pattern on his dark pyjamas beneath his robe. You could also see slight hair poking out of the top of his shirt as the first few buttons were undone. You resisted the urge to reach out and stroke your fingers down his exposed chest, to explore what was beneath his silk pyjamas...

“I-I...” You struggled to respond. You almost felt like punching a wall at how frustrated you were at the fact that Zemo somehow managed to leave you completely speechless. 

“I often use these long nights to think.” Zemo spoke so you didn’t have to. 

“What do you think about?” You questioned. 

“A lot of things usually.” Zemo waved his hand as he spoke. “But these past couple nights I’ve found myself thinking of something more out of the ordinary.”

“And what’s that?” You asked.

“You.” Zemo cocked his head as he looked at you.

You felt a heat grow between your legs as you watched his eyes flicker to your lips for a second. 

“May I?” Zemo stepped forward, reaching his hand out to close the door behind you.

Your breath hitched in your throat as his face passed yours. Zemo slowly pulled back from the door, your faces were mere inches away from each other as he hadn't bothered to go around you to close the door but over your shoulder instead. 

Your gaze met. The thick tension around you was suffocating. 

With his right hand, he reached up and cupped your jaw, firmly underneath your ear. His thumb ran over your cheek; his touch burning against you.  

Zemo leant forward, closing the space between you, and kissed you. 

It was a sweet kiss. A first kiss. He was testing the waters. 

Just as he went to pull away, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him back in. Your body flushed against his as a powerful urge took over you. 

Desperation. Need. A fire that grew in your stomach.

Zemo placed one hand in your hair and it’s counterpart on the small of your back. You couldn’t help but moan into his mouth as he tugged lightly at the back of your hair. 

Zemo’s mouth traveled down your jaw to your neck. His tongue sent goosebumps over your skin as he explored it. He could taste the saltiness from the result of your dream. 

“Did you get all hot and bothered for me, mały ptaszku?” He cooed as his hand moved from your hair to your shoulder. He stroked down the back of your arm until he reached your elbow. You felt your heart skip with the flashback to your dream. 

“What are we doing?” You asked breathlessly as you clung onto the man’s robe. 

“Anything you desire.” He lifted his head back to face you. 

There was a beguiling darkness in his eyes but it didn’t scare you. It only enticed you. 

Zemo took your hand and brought it to his lips. He pressed a silky kiss to your fingers all the while maintaining eye contact. The way his lips look as they curved against your fingers made your stomach tighten with want.

Zemo had noticed the blazing fire in your eyes as you watched him. He smirked, taking just one of your fingers and placing in between his teeth. He dragged it gently, grazing your finger as he pulled it down his lip; the cool night air tickled the wetness on your skin.

Zemo let go of your hand before lifting his own fingers to your lips. You let out a shaky breath as he stroked his thumb along your bottom lip. 

“So beautiful.” Zemo took a moment to admire you. Your lips were slightly plump from his kiss and your eyes were wide, glistening in the dim light. 

You reached forward and steadily untied his robe. He shrugged off the extra layer at your silent request. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Zemo’s searched your eyes for any hesitation or uncertainty but failed to find any. 

You nodded your head ever so slightly. 

“Words, kochanie.” Zemo ordered.

“Yes.” 

“Good girl.” Zemo’s mouth turned up at the corners. You felt your stomach flutter at the praise.

Zemo kissed you again. His large hands held either side of your neck as he guided you deeper into his room. 

You took one of the man’s hands and dragged it down your side, ushering it towards the inner of your legs. 

“Does my little bird want to be touched?” Zemo’s voice was low as he spoke into the kiss. 

You bit down on his lip and urged his hand closer. 

Zemo chuckled at your response. 

“Use your words.” He instructed you. 

You parted from the man when you realised just how close the bed was. You sat down and pushed yourself upwards so that Zemo would have to follow to continue kissing you. He recognised the play. 

“I told you to use your words.” Zemo tutted as he remained stood at the bottom of the bed. You felt him wrap his hand around your ankle before tugging you back down to him. 

You gasped at the sudden action, staring up at the man with lust blown eyes.

Zemo knelt down at the end of the bed. His hand moved up your ankle and began to push up your pyjama leg up. His lips pressed against your ankle, nipping and licking your skin as he worked his way up your calf. 

When he reached your thigh and could go no higher, you helped him by removing your pyjama bottoms. You suddenly felt very exposed in just a tank top and your panties. 

“Such a good girl.” Zemo smirked at your hurry to strip for him. 

Zemo held your thigh with his hand, he dragged his tongue along the inside of it, biting your skin softly but didn’t venture too close to your core. He could sense just how desperate you were for him as your legs began to slightly shake with want. But he wanted you to beg...

You reached down and buried a hand in his thick, styled hair. He only smirked and glanced up at you through his eyebrows as you tried to bring him closer to you. 

Zemo hooked his fingers around your panties and pulled them down, freeing your hot sex to him. 

Zemo sent you a dark smile just before he pressed his tongue against you. The smell of you was too much to resist, he had to taste you. You inhaled sharply as he buried himself between your legs. His tongue teased your clit as his forefinger began to circle your entrance.

“So wet for me.” Zemo murmured. 

His finger pressed inside of you and you arched your back, desperate for more. 

“It’s been a while, mały ptaszku?” Zemo was watching your every reaction as he pumped his finger in and out of you. “For me too.” He confessed. 

His tongue found your sensitive bud again and applied more pressure, causing your grip on the man’s hair to turn even tighter. Zemo groaned at your tugging. His eyes lulling back as his boxers became very tight around his member. 

You could feel your walls tensing as he entered a second finger inside you. Your stomach twisted with your approaching climax. 

“I’m gonna...” You barely managed to breathe out two words out.

“Sing for me, mały ptaszku.” Zemo commanded, his eyes glued to you as he watched you come undone around his fingers. 

Zemo retracted his hand as he allowed you a moment to recover. He wiped the slick wetness from his chin as he regained his stance. 

You leant forward and took hold of the man’s shirt, tugging him towards you. Zemo teeth scraped against your lips as he kissed you fiercely. You craved for him to be inside of you and he craved the same. Watching you cum for him only made him ache with want and need. 

“Zemo...” You used his name for the first time that night, “Please...” 

Zemo couldn’t resist your pleads. 

He tore his pyjama shirt off and stripped of his bottoms, revealing his thick member. 

You reached forward, taking hold of him to feel his impressive size. His tip dripped with precum and the groan that rumbled from his throat at your touch only made you want him more. 

Zemo placed his hands under your arms and tossed you higher up on the bed. You exhaled a shaky breath at the dominant action. He climbed on top of you, parting your legs with his knee. 

“I feel I need to remind you that it has been a very long time since I have been with a beautiful woman such as yourself so I shall try my best to hold back.” Zemo was honest as he aligned his tip to your entrance. 

He slid himself up between your folds spreading your wetness on his head, you felt your convulse at the feeling of his hard cock on your throbbing clit. 

Zemo’s jaw clenched tightly as he finally pressed himself into you, his eyes closed as he relished the feeling. 

You rocked your hips against his as he filled you completely. 

Zemo remained still a moment as he just you fully adjust before he started to move inside of you. 

His hand found your throat as he began to pick up his pace. 

Your nails dug deep into his skin as he squeezed your neck lightly. 

Zemo thrusts became deeper, harder and with every stroke, you felt that sweet spot ache inside you. 

Zemo began to murmur in Sokovian under his breath as he fucked you.

You wrapped your legs around him, your body begging him to fuck you harder. Zemo was happy to comply. 

He thrusted deep within you. Sweat was building on his forehead and his skin felt like fire against your own. 

You clawed at the hand that was wrapped around your neck. Longing for more pressure. 

Zemo eyes rolled back for a moment as he felt your walls begin to tighten around him. 

“Fuck... (Y/n)...” The sound of your name on his lips sent a wave of electricity through your body. 

Zemo released your neck to grab hold of the  headboard behind you. His knuckles turning white as he fucked you faster. 

One of your hands wrapped around the back of his neck, clinging onto him tightly and Zemo took the chance to sink his teeth into your forearm. You winced at the delicious pain and bit down on your lip to stop yourself from cursing. 

As your second climax suddenly engulfed you, your legs tensed around the baron. The feeling of you pulsing around him was enough to bring forward his own finish. He cursed in his native tongue as he filled you with his seed. 

Zemo dropped his hand from the headboard as he tried to support his weight above you. 

His hot breath danced across your face as he panted above you. 

Zemo removed himself from you and fell beside you. 

You brought your arm up and ran your fingers over the indented teeth marks in your skin. 

“You could’ve done that somewhere less visible.” You scolded the man. 

Zemo weakly smiled at you as he tried to recover. 

“I apologise.” He said through his heavy breathes. 

You reached over the side of the bed and scooped up the baron’s silk pyjama shirt. You wrapped it around you as Zemo watched you with curiosity. 

You slid off the bed and went over to the decanter by the couch in Zemo's room. You poured yourself a glass of scotch and a glass for Zemo before returning to his side. 

“This never happened.” You held out the glass to the man. He took it carefully before clinking the glass against your own. 

“What the soldiers don’t know won’t hurt them.” Zemo was referring to Sam and Bucky. “Doesn’t mean it can’t happen again, no?”

“What they don’t know won’t hurt them.” You straddled the man, downing your drink. 

Zemo placed his hands on your thighs, rubbing small circles with his thumbs. 

“What does mały ptaszku mean?” You suddenly recalled the name Zemo had kept calling you now that your mind wasn’t clouded from lust. 

“Little bird.” Zemo smirked. 

AN: Hoped you enjoyed ;)

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[sailorhyunjinz]

~ Discreet ~

Warnings: fem!reader x dom!3racha, smut, mentions of periods, foursome, voyerism, fingering, hairpulling, use of degrading terms, riding, nicknames, dumbification, penetrative sex (be careful), unprotected sex (BE CAREFUL), masturbation, double penetration, anal sex, creampie, cockwarming, the smuttiest of smuts...

Word count: 3.5 k 

Requested: yiiiip thank u 🧃 anoniee~ 

Note: ok i did more like...u know the days before ones period? am i making any sense? idk i just though that it would be such a hassle to write if the reader had their period so... im just leaving it here and... im gonna hide. 

i feel so bad for jisung in this AKSJS

also im in love with this gif akfhsfksjhf

“No, stop nagging y/n” Bangchan said without turning around in his office chair. The studio contained your three loving boyfriends which were great most of the time but when you had to beg them to fuck you they weren’t the nicest.

“I’m not even on my period yet” you said to Bangchan in a cocky manner, sighing while looking at the backs of the two other boys, each one working on a computer with their headphones on. Bangchan fiddled with his phone before showing you his bright screen.

“But soon it is and according to the app you can start of feel higher levels of pain before your period” Bangchan stated with a half smile.

On his screen was the period tracking app you had shared with the boys but you were surprised to know that Bangchan actually checked it. You tried to grab the phone but he stood up hastily, lifting his arm up so the phone was out of your reach.

“Why did I even share that stupid app with you guys” you huffed, giving up on retrieving the phone and sat down on the leather couch behind the desks. He sat down moments after you and smirked at you. 

“So no, we won’t fuck you because we both know how rough things get, especially when Changbin is riled up” he said turning back to the computer screen.

A bunch of memories zapped through your mind. How they manhandled you and took turns to cum inside you, leaving you nothing but a wrecked and cum- leaking mess. Since both Jisung and Changbin had headphones on they hadn’t heard the conversation. Your realisation was genius. It’s just to ask them about it! Sure, Bangchan would be pissed about it since he was clear on a couple of rules, one of them being to not fuck behind each others backs but you were so needy. Your body ignited with just the though of being touched. Being determined you shuffled over to Changbin and lightly wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. He smiled, moved one side of the headphone off of his ear and turned his head around to face you.

“Everything good, baby?” Changbin asked, looking at you with adoration. 

You smiled back at him and hesitated asking him about the favour but with a slight voice crack you leaned into his ear and said;

“Bangchan is being mean and says that he won’t help me with... w-with my neediness”.

He nodded slightly as his gaze returned to the monitor infront of him, busy with some producing. 

“Babygirl got some wits I see. You thoughts I didn’t hear the conversation you just had with Chan?” he didn’t look at you, clicking and typing away at something. Fuck. How did he hear that?

“But please Binnie~” you wrapped your arms tighter around him and gave him a peck on the cheek but to no avail.

“You don’t know how difficult it is to say no to your pretty face” he finally looked at you and pecked you back on the lips. You laughed slightly at his corny remark and patted him on the shoulder before darting your eyes towards Jisung. He was sitting a bit away from the other boys in a corner, the ice in his americano had melted and diluted the coffee from the warmth in the studio. Changbin put on his headphones again and returned to his work as you sat down on the empty chair next to Jisung and looked at him with puppy eyes.

“What’s up bub?” he rubbed your thigh that was exposed from the fluffy black skirt you were wearing. You rubbed your thighs together, Jisungs hand stuck inbetween them. He laughed quietly to not disturb the other boys. 

“You don’t even need to tell me, I know what you want” he whispered, leaning into you and removing his trapped hand. You bit your bottom lip as you looked at him with innocence in your eyes, scooting closer with your chair. 

Your gaze traveled down his body until it landed on the tent between his legs. The warm touch of his hand grazed closer and closer to your heat that was uncomfortably wet, your panties sticking to your cunt from arousal. You cupped him through his pants, his breath hitched due to the friction. The both of you observed the other boys but thankfully they were deep into their work, their eyes glued to each computer screen, the blue light reflecting on their precious faces. Jisung and you turned back around and caught eye contact with each other to which the both of you laughed inaudibly. He leaned towards you, the hot breath from his mouth hitting against your ear.

“Chan will be so mad” he said with a ambivalent tone, not sure if he wants to receive a scolding from Bangchan after he fucks you. You shook your head from side to side, doing everything to convince him.

“Sungie~ I’m all wet for you. I’ll promise to not tell Chan” your eyes twinkled towards the boy that had removed his headphones and placed them on the keyboard of the silver colored computer. 

“Of course you won’t baby, I trust you” Jisung whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. His fingertips began to graze your wet clothed cunt to which you had to muffle a whine by biting the inside of your cheek. Jisung smirked seeing you so sensitive and needy, ready to risk it all for his dick. Pushing the thin fabric to the side, Jisung felt your leaking wetness and exhaled loudly from excitement wanting to just slam you onto the couch and fuck you senseless. You jerked your head towards he couch, asking him to move to which he looked slowly towards Bangchan frame and agreed. 

The two of you stood up carefully and sat down on the black couch that you had been on moments earlier. Jisung sat down first, the weight of the couch shifting as he sat. You followed shortly, straddling him and facing away from the working boys. Jisung had a mischievous smile plastered on his face and your face was burning at the though of getting fucked by Jisung behind Bangchan. Your hands traveled to Jisung’s belt buckle and with the utmost care you unbuckled it. Jisung helped remove his pants and popping his dick over the band of his black boxers. You let out a breathy whine from just the sight of his veiny dick, the tip cherry red and a string of precum coating the slit. You pumped his length a couple of times, earning a hiss from the dark haired boy before your heated sex hovered above his hard dick. Sneakily you snapped your head towards the working boys and was assured when they were intranced in their work, the subtle klicking and typing creating background noise. Jisung held your hips hard enough to leave red marks the day after before he pushed you down onto his dick. Sparks were flying everywhere in your mind, the feeling of being filled to the brim by Jisung’s girth made you choke on a moan. Jisung gave you time to adjust as you bottomed out, lifting your shirt up just so that your bra covered breasts peeked out. Slowly you bucked your hips against his and the brown eyed boy hissed quietly. Grinding on him you felt the knot of nerve endings being stimulated as Jisung circled your clit with his slightly cold thumb that contrasted with your sopping heat. 

The added pleasure stringed out a string of whines from your lips until Jisung’s big hand covered your mouth, he looked at you with trust in his eyes and you smiled against his cold hand. You held onto his shoulders as you rode his length, your nails digging into the skin as the skirt pooled around your hips and shifted everytime you grinded onto Jisung that was now covering his own moans by clearing his throat. For one second he looked at your pink and red flushed face and then drifted his brown orbs behind you, making sure that neither Changbin or Bangchan glanced backwards. You shut your eyes tightly, Jisung’s pretty face disappearing as a rainbow of colors flashed before your eyes. The pace quickened due to Jisung’s hands being placed on your hips after momentarily removing them to stroke a piece of your hair behind your ear. He guided your cunt up and down his dick, the bouncing impacting the couch that let out a tiny creak. Jisung’s grip was hard on your hips as he let out a breathy moan behind his closed eyes. The knot in your stomach tightened, nearing your release as your mind blank. Both your and Jisung’s head was thrown back, eyes shut and everything tensing up. Just as the bundle of nerve endings was about to unravel with Jisung’s girth grazing your g-spot your hair was suddenly yanked from behind, you held onto the boys sturdy shoulders as a loud yelp forced it’s way out your mouth. 

“Dirty fucking slut” a voice growled behind you as the grip on your hair tightened, holding you with full force by your roots. Your and Jisung’s eyes darted open, panic slowly filling them. The big hand belonged to Bangchan that  was upside down in your sight since he pulled your head backwards. He glared at you with anger, brows furrowed as he spat out;

“Computer screens reflect but the two of you are too stupid for that”. 

He let go of your hair as he shoved you towards Jisung that was terrified of the consequences and quickly lifted you off of him. Changbin turned around due to the commotion and ripped away his headphones upon seeing Jisung shoving his dick back into his jeans. Bangchan grabbed your arm harsh enough to hurt you and lifted you up before slamming you against the white wall of the studio. You felt  Changbin’s and Jisung’s eyes burn into you through Bangchans back. Bangchan’s arm was at the side of your head as he looked down on you with disbelief. 

“I was t-trying to help he-her” Jisung stuttered behind Bangchan but he wasn’t having any of it.

“Shut it” he growled, inches away from your face as his gaze was black. 

Bangchan’s fingertips trailed down your torso before they plunged under the skirt and brushed your cunt that was now even wetter than before thanks to riding Jisung moments earlier. The boy tugged on you panties and they eventually fell down, pooling at your feet. Without warning, two fingers dived into your soaked pussy, a loud moan rolling off your tongue as the return of friction felt like heaven. Your legs automatically seperated but were stopped by the elastic of the panties not going further. His digits hammared into you, pain mixed with pleasure as your back was tightly pressed against the frigid wall. 

Changbin lurked behind Bangchan’s shoulder as Jisung was sitting on the couch helplessly, not wanting to anger Chan further. Changbin gave Bangchan a pat on the shoulder, Bangchans eyes still glued onto you, pure rage filling his dark brown orbs. He moved away upon Changbin’s arrival and instead glared at Jisung as he sat down into his office chair, now turned to face the couch. 

Changbin grabbed your warm and slightly clammy hand and led you to the couch, panties awkwardly grazing along the studio floor. You landed with a thud against the leather couch, Jisung stiff as a plank beside you. Fear charged thorugh your body since you knew how rough Changbin could be at times and you desperatly clutched Jisung, wrapping your arms around him. Bangchan tsked as he shifted closer with his chair and put his foot between the tiny gap seperating you from Jisung.

“You’re only watching tonight, isn’t that right Jisung?” he said, tilting his head slightly.

The boy beside you whined and pouted with his bottom lip sticking out. 

“B-but I didn-t even..” he tried to form a sentence but gave up quickly as a shiver ran down his spine from Bangchan’s fierce presence. 

Changbin removed your clothing in an instant as well as his own, clothing pieces sprawled out on the wooden floor. When the two of you were left in nothing but your underwear he attached his plump lips onto yours, coaxing your tongue by playfully licking your bottom lip. You moaned into the kiss as he fumbled with the bra clasp for a second before releasing you from your clothed prison. The chilly air hardened your exposed nipples and you felt the stares of the three boys in the room. The kiss deepened as Changbin grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you closer, his other hand hooking onto the edge of your panties and dragging them down. You broke the kiss momentarily to lift your hips upwards so that the panties were removed fully from your body, laying in the puddle of other clothes moments later. Both Jisung and Bangchan were palming themselves through their pants, the both of them visibly hard as the tents between their legs grew. Changbin felt up and down on your thigh and spread your legs apart and layed your down on the couch. It felt so wrong yet so right to be all spread out for them in the studio, their hungry gazes observing your wet sex. 

Changbin removed his boxers in a swift motion and his dick sprang, the red tip hitting his abdomen as his girth made your mouth water. You sat up and looked him mischievously into his eyes before opening your mouth without command. He scoffed at your boldness before grabbing your head by the roots in exactly the same place Bangchan did earlier which stinged with pleasure. Your head was harshly pulled down his length, giving you no opportunity to breath before he started to facefuck you. You grabbed his other hand as tears formed in the corner of your eyes due to his tip hitting the back of your throat making you choke. Changbin liked seeing you like this. Drool and tears running down your red flushed face. You peeked over to Bangchan that had already started stroking himself upon what he saw. You couldn’t help but to stare. The way his veins cascaded down his immense length, how his tip disappeared and reappered through his hand as he was bucking against it. You also managed to take a glance at Jisung whose ears were red, his pants straining his growing erection as he was unable to do anything about it. Changbin noticed you looking around.

“What’s the matter slut? You want us all three?” he cooed at you to which you responded with a slight nod of the head as you hollowed your cheeks, your jawline starting to hurt a bit. Changbin let go of your hair and instead grabbed your face as you pulled back, catching air and coughing with drool on your chin and chest. He leaned down to kiss you once, his tongue feeling soft as his lips hit your swollen ones. A string of spit seperated the two of you when he broke the kiss and slowly pressed up against you, your back hitting the couch. Your legs seperated automatically, already knowing what’s to come before he alined himself with your wet leaky hole. He hissed as he entered your tight pussy, your back arching slightly against the sofa. Jisung shifted uncomfortably in his seat, desperatly trying to get some friction by rubbing against his pants. Changbins pace gained quickly making the couch squeak like it did when you rode Jisung. Your clit was sore from earlier which you only noticed after Changbin placed his thumb on your clit and started rubbing it in fast circular motions, rubbing you raw. Pretty lewd sounds spilled from your lips and filled the studio as your eyes were shut tight from Changbin’s girth fitting perfectly into your pussy, like two puzzle pieces. 

“Look at your little cumslut, taking my dick so good” he cooed arrogantly, trying to make himself heard over your moans.

“P-please Changbin..let me c-cum” you pleaded, a blush creeping onto your face from your bold statement. 

He smirked towards you before looking at Bangchan whose strokes were getting sloppier and turned his head quickly in your direction, a signal to come and join. Before getting out of the chair he gave Jisung a glare and a mocking smile, showing him his place. 

Changbin lifted you up slightly making you half sit as he pounded into you, one knee bent on the couch and his foot on the floor giving him good aim and strength to wreck your sore pussy even more. You were practically crying, feeling sensations a thousand times more which made you go crazy as his girth dragged along your velety walls. You looked up at Bangchan that was standing at the side of the couch with his hard dick facing you. He dragged his open hand against your hot cheek and past your ear before placing his tip on your quivering lip that were working hard to hold back moans. His precum coated your rose-like lips, glistening in the light as you opened your mouth and took his length. Bangchan rolled his head back and placed held your face by the cheek. He looked back at Jisung to make sure that he was suffering and right so, the poor brown haired boy was pratically sliding of the couch as he fiddled with his legs and tried to avoid Bangchan’s lust filled eyes. 

You could feel every vein on Bangchan’s girth as he twitched in your mouth while you coated his dick in your saliva. Licking fat stripes against his shaft you narrowed your tongue once you got to the tip before flicking your tongue upwards, earning a hiss from the buff boy. Changbin’s thrusts were getting sloppier and his movements made your breasts jump up as well as your head accidently choking on Bangchan’s dick. The moans that were muffled by his dick sent vibrations through his body which made him even harder, it that’s even possible. Suddenly he laced his pretty, veiny hands in your thick locks and pulled you off his length before lifting you up by your hair and pushing you against Changbin. You straddled Changbin, slowly sinking onto his girth yet again, filling the momentary emptyness that made you whine. Bangchan was standing behind you and traced his hand across your back before his dick poked you in the butt and he slided into the hole that wasn’t filled. Your mind felt like static as you were filled up at both ends. Your head layed on Changbin’s shoulder as his hands were guiding your cunt against his dick. Everytime he moved you backwards Bangchan’s dick entered deeper into you, your moans becoming higher in pitch every minute. The knot in your stomach tightened, feeling a build up of tension in your core as your abused clit grinded onto Changbin. Your hands latched on the back of Changbins arms, nails digging into his skin as Bangchan’s pace quickened. His arms snaked around your neck and choked you, the lightheadedness of it making you swoon. The grip creeped up to your face as he harshly held your face and made you look at Jisung. You felt humiliated but that’s exactly what Bangchan wanted you to feel. Your loose gaze landed on Jisung’s soft eyes as your cheeks were burning and drool hanged from your chin. 

“Isn’t our y/n so pretty with her fucked out face” he growled at Jisung, his voice and his pace making your eyes roll back into your skull. 

Changbin moaned loudly once before releasing his hot liquid into your dripping pussy. His cum coated your walls and trinkled down to eventually leak out of you, Changbin’s dick still inside of you as he looked up against the ceiling and panted. Changbin’s girth twitched inside of you, chasing your high by grinding against him and overstimulating his delicate tip. Your broken moans echoed in the room accompanied with the sound of skin slapping and Bangchan hissing. Like a bunch of fireworks, your core ignited with Bangchan’s last thrust as he came inside of you and smirked with a devilish grin on his face. You flopped against Changbin’s chest as your orgasm crashed upon you like an ocean wave, leaving you stunned with your mouth hanging open and your legs shaking, feeling unstable and uncontrollable. Bangchan pulled out and Changbin lifted you off onto the couch. You could only breathe heavily as your head spun. Bangchan got closer to you and spread your legs apart which made you shudder, scared that they would start round 2. The three boys stared at your leaking holes, the white liquid mixing together with your own juices. Changbin and Bangchan turned to Jisung at the same time and his flustered gaze moved violently around the room. Bangchan approached the poor horny boy and bent down as he was sitting. His raspy voice formed goosebumps on Jisung’s soft skin.

“Clean up the mess however you like.” 

[kkennedy26]

Good dream Eddie MunsonXInnocent fem reader

Warnings:mentions of masturbation,oral(f reciving),fingering eddie being a bit of a perv 

This hasn't been proofread by a professional so I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense or their are spelling mistakes ect

You were known as the innocent girl in hawkins,in some ways you are but that's not to say you don't know how to do suff.you liked wearing little skirts and dresses and eddie liked it too, infact eddie loved when you wore a skirt because when you bent down to do your shoelaces he would get the best view, he didn't like the way he thought about you but you were too perfect and he wondered why you took interest in him,thats not to say he wasnt still a perv when it came to your innocence he found it entertaining "try and touch your elbows together I bet you cant do it" Eddie challenged "I bet I can" you shot back with a smile you struggled, obviously not realising at the time you were pushing your boobs together making eddie foam at the mouth watching you as you whined when you couldn't do it "I can totally do it" you said trying again "guess you'll have to keep trying till you actually do it hmm?" He teased you rolled your eyes with a huff trying again

you and Eddie were sat on the sofa,  you're upset because your dad had shouted at you again "but eds I-I  even do anything wrong and he just yelled at me" you cried "am I really that bad?" You questioned sniffling "hey come here" he motioned to his lap holding his arms out, you accepted the offer graciously making your way towards him. he held your hips as you sat down on him and you placed your head on his shoulder your tears staining his hellfire shirt "your not bad y/n I'm sure big ol pops was just in a cranky mood your a good girl aren't ya hmm?" He smiled stoking your hair lightly, good girl the name floated around in your head the way he said it made your heart flutter "I liked that" you smiled looking at him "liked what sweetheart?" He asked wiping away the tears rolling down your cheeks "the way you said good girl It just sounded nice" he looked at you in awe "you are something else y/n" you placed your head on his shoulder again as he held your body close to his, one arm was wrapped around your waist as the other drew small shapes on your thigh the comfort always made you sleepy, this was a reoccurring thing that happened with eddie you would be cuddling one minute then the next you would wake up in his bed the first time it happened he slept on the couch but you assured him you'd prefere if he slept with you,to keep you warm of course.

you woke up expecting to find eddie asleep next to you but he wasn't there.you got up first looking into the living room the couch was empty too then a noise coming from the bathroom caught your attention,you pressed your ear to the door just incase eddie was hurt because the sounds were almost like whimpers, you were about to go back to bed but he caught your attention again "fuck y/n just like that" your eyes widened once you realised what he was doing his moans got louder as you assumed he was reaching his climax, after a minute the toilet flushed that was your signal to make your way back to bed before he could catch you, you chewed your lip awaiting eddies return your brain was going crazy the way your name sounded was different when he said it and his moans oh god they were just so- you were brought out of your thoughts when the bed dipped down next to you, you rolled over onto your side placing one leg over eddies waist "your so loud" you groaned snuggling into his side "oh I'm sorry doll try and go back to sleep" he said stoking your hair "I was having a good dream eds" you smiled shifting again slightly "oh-oh yeah what happened?" He asked as your hand rested on his chest you smiled  "I can't tell you" "why? Cmon y/n you can tell me anything" he said now looking down at you "anything?" You asked looking up at him innocently, he could already feel his bottoms tighten around him as he looked into your eyes, he nodded his head yes "of course" you bit your lip gently before your hand drew shapes on his chest "well I was in the woods ya know at our picnic table?" You asked he nodded again "but I wasn't alone you were there" his eyes seemed to lighten at the thought "and what were we doing?" He asked still stoking your hair "you told me to sit on the table with my legs spread wiiiiide open" your hand trailed up and down his torso at a slow pace "and you told me you would make me feel better because daddy had shouted at me again and you always make me feel better but this time you really made me feel good" your finger traced his v line and hooked on his waistband he now grabbed a first full of your hair making you look at him,

"so what did I do to make you feel good?" He questioned his other hand slipping under his waist band "oh I dont know if I should tell you eds I mean it got reaaaaly graphic like nothing I've ever seen before" you said fluttering your eyelashes at him "no I asked you to tell me so be a good girl y/n, what did I do?" He now had you straddling his stomach your ass was pressed against his hard on the contact making you jolt slightly "you-you started off by touching my boobs" "like this?" He questioned placing his hands onto your boobs squeezing lightly "mfhm" you moaned rocking your hips slightly "then what?" "You moved your hands down my stomach stopping at my skirt" he did just that and for this narrative to work he rembered that he asked you to sit so he sat up and twisted around so he was situated between your legs "you didn't take my skirt off straight away you played with me for a while" he looked at you with hungry eyes "how can such a good girl have such naughty dreams hmm?" He asked hiking your skirt further up so he had better access, his large hand grazed over your aching clit making you bring your knees together "you have to keep your legs open for me darling don't want me to get rough now do you?" He asked rhetorically before touching you again "how exactly did I touch you?over your cute teasing panties or skin to skin contact?" He asked looking into your eyes you reached down for his hand slowly guiding him where and what to do with his hand "go a bit faster" you said holding onto his bicep he did as he was told watching your chest heave as the pleasure courced through you, once again you guided his hand slowly you pushed your panties to the side "oh y/n even more pretty than I could imagine" he groaned looking at you all exposed for him. he ran a finger through your folds collecting your juices making you whimpered at the sensation "can you-you dont have to but can you touch me please?" You didnt wanna pressure him if he felt uncomfortable "so polite your so good for me" he cooed he started by inserting one of his ring glad fingers you were already clenching around him having never felt this good, sure you've masturbated before but you could never finish, your body would make you close your legs shut tight or you would stop moving when you had a pillow between your legs so when eddie added a second finger it felt like pure heaven "does that feel good god your so tight do you not touch yourself?" You turn your head away embarrassed, you couldn't audibly admit to your bestfriend that you masturbate even if his fingers were working magic in you "hey look at me" he said turning your head with his free hand "only sometimes" you spoke he closed his eyes for a brief moment "do you have toys to help you? god your probably too innocent for that" he rambled "pillows! You use pillows ha! Rember that time I came in your room and you told me you had your pillow there to keep you warm I bet you were fucking it just moments before" you pouted knowing he was right he hit a deep spot in you making your back arch "shit eddie" you spoke soon covering your mouth "how would mom and dad react knowing that their oh so innocent little girl uses profanities" he gasped making sure to hit that spot again "mfh didn't mean to eds you just feel so good" you moaned gripping his bicep again "anyway we've gotten really side tracked what did I do after I fingered you? cmon princess I wanna know every little detail" "you kissed me but-" you stopped your sentence hoping he wouldn't make you say it and could somehow read your mind "but?" He asked looking at you expectantly you threw your head back with a huff "you kissed me down-down there" you motioned to where his fingers were still pumping in and out of you after a moment you felt his warm breath fan on your clit his lips following "like that?" He asked coming back up "yes just like that" you mewld "do I just kiss you? Or can I use my tongue?" He smiled biting his lip and raising his eyebrows his silly expression making you laugh

"you did use your tongue I think you said eating out? I thought you were going to get me some food if I'm being honest" he laughed lightly "only you could think that y/n my precious girl" his other hand massaged your thigh as he delved back into your heat his tonge working wonders on your clit making you squirm, your hands soon found their way to his long curly hair tugging lightly on occasion making him groan sending vibrations to your core,the more you pulled the more he moaned and the closer you got to climaxing "eddie oh eddie I think im gonna cum please don't stop please please" you panted trying your hardest not to close your legs he noticed your struggle and used his hands to pin your legs open wide "mmfhm eddie oh god" you moaned making him pick up his pace you felt the knot in your stomach snap as your orgasm washed over you, your vision became blurry as you felt eddie take whatever he could "y/n oh you taste so sweet, you did so good" he smiled coming up and kissing you passionately he was right you did taste sweet "I woke up before I could finish" you pouted once he pulled away "well go back to dream land quick cmon chop chop!"

[bruhstories]

You Truly are Beautiful when You Cry

Summary: Y/N leaves a party only to find Eren in front of her apartment. Shit happens. Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader, mentioned Eren x Mikasa (modern AU) Warnings: language, mentions of loss of virginity, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), masochist!Reader, toxic and dominant Eren, sadist!Eren, face slapping, mentions of blood, mention of toxic relationships, dacryphillia — Eren’s nuts, just fiy Word Count: 2.5 k

A/N: I just wanna say, I have absolutely nothing against Mikasa, I like her a lot, but for the purpose of this fic, Y/N hates her. Also, shameless smut y’all. I feel like this needs a part two  — who knows, maybe one day.

You and Eren have been friends since childhood — not inseparable, like he was with Mikasa and Armin, but good friends nonetheless. It came as a shock to you when him and Mikasa started dating, almost feeling disgusted, considering they were practically siblings. You tried your best to be supportive of their relationship, but Eren knew you too well for your own good, and sometimes you had to swallow down the vomit when you saw them together. It was even more shocking when you left Connie's party and found Eren on the stairs leading up to your apartment. He had a blank stare, not a single hint of emotion behind his emerald eyes, his lips pursed and waiting for you. You almost didn't recognise him in the dim light, his bun dishevelled, locks of hair covering his face.

"Jaeger? Is that you?" You asked, keys between your fingers, ready to hit.

"In the flesh, Y/L/N." He replied, his voice empty. You two had a habit of calling each other by your last names ever since you met in kindergarten. You lowered your hand and rushed to him, wondering if something happened tonight.

"Are you okay? You disappeared from the party all of a sudden. Armin was worried sick-"

"We broke up." The words caught you off guard, but in a sick twist of events, you were happy to hear that. In a way, you knew their relationship was doomed from the very beginning, surprised that it even lasted three full years.

"Shit." You chewed your lip in the darkness of the hallway. "Come on, let's go inside, you can tell me everything."

Eren looked at the hand you extended and gripped it tightly, helping himself up. The two of you had an odd friendship, to say the least. Before Mikasa, Eren would tease you, sexual innuendos all over the place, he'd seen you naked countless times, you caught him jacking off once. You both lost your virginities to one another, no strings attached. But you did get attached. You got so attached when him and Mikasa started dating and the rotten feeling ate you from the inside out.

You flipped the switch inside your flat and threw your backpack on a chair, along with your jacket. Eren kicked his boots off and threw himself on the couch with a growl while you pulled out a bottle of vodka from the fridge. He always acted like your apartment was his.

"Food?"

"No."

"Alright. Now tell me, what happened?" You asked, seating beside him and passing him the alcoholic beverage. He took a sip to wet his dry throat and threw his head back.

"We went in a room at Connie's. I wanted to tie her up with that stupid scarf she keeps wearing — my scarf — and she kept saying no." Eren explained before taking a few more sips. You nodded, eager to hear the rest of the story and trying your best to contain your giddiness. "I didn't force her or anything. She started spewing shit about how I changed, how I'm always angry and aggressive, how we don’t make love anymore. How I'm not the pure, innocent boy she fell in love with." He practically mocked the sentence. "And then that was it. Said we aren't compatible anymore and that she wants out of this 'toxic' relationship." Eren gestured quotation marks in the air while you took the bottle and downed some vodka yourself.

"Man, I'm really sorry to hear this." You lied. The sound of his dark laughter sent shivers down your spine, the little hair on your arms and the back of your neck standing up. "Something funny, Jaeger?"

"You're such a terrible liar, Y/N." Eren slightly turned his head to look you in the eye. Your own name rolling down his tongue sounded so natural, so perfect. You tried to speak, but the words stopped in your throat when he moved closer, his figure hovering above your petite frame. "What, you think I didn't know?"

"K-know what?" You finally managed, a short-circuit in your brain.

"That you're so obviously in love with me." Eren flashed you a sneer.

"Am not—" slap

His palm met your cheek, hard enough to flush it crimson, but not hard enough to hurt. Mouth agape, you just couldn't respond. For three long years you waited for this man to come to his senses and realise how much you truly loved him, how much you devoted yourself to him, how much you support him. Not Mikasa, you.

"You don't have to hide anymore, Y/N." Eren kissed your forehead and you were putty in his hands. "I know you’ve loved me since we first fucked. I know how much you yearn for me to fuck you again."

"You're delusional!" You finally told him, despite how correct he was.

"Prove me wrong then. Go on, yell at me, shove me. Do it." But you couldn't do it, could you? Your luscious lips parted open, then they closed. "That's what I thought." He crushed his lips onto yours in a sloppy, wet kiss, your hands tangling in his messy hair, the bun long gone. Eren's calloused hands snaked around your waist and under your shirt and, in a moment of clarity, you stopped him.

"W-wait, you two just broke up! I don't want to be your rebound—"

"Who said anything about that?"

"Are you insane? You loved her!"

"Have I?"

The simple question made you realise that Mikasa bight have been right all along. That something was indeed wrong with Eren. The lack of empathy and emotion, the aggressive behaviour, the manipulation. Yet, it didn't bother you, because he came to you specifically. He could've hooked up with any other girl from the party, but he wanted you.

"Don't spoil the moment, Y/N. I might change my mind."

"No, please!" The words came out of your mouth without a warning, strengthening the fact that you were completely and hopelessly desperate.

"Perfect." Eren purred in your ear. That was all he needed to hear before his shirt was on the floor and his hands on your thighs. You tentatively pulled your skirt up, spreading your legs for him, just for him. "Good slut."

The degrading praise earned him a mewl from you, your hips thrusting into his touch, wanting more. Eren didn't waste any more time, and his fingers rubbed your wet folds through the fabric of your thongs. Your muscles instinctively flexed at the touch, your body burning with need and lust. His other hand trailed off to find your perfectly soft, round breasts. Your own hands roamed through his black hair, fingers tangling in the locks as you merely whispered 'more', unable to speak louder.

"Tell me, have you been whoring around these last years?" Eren demanded, fingers pushing your panties to the side. It slightly bothered you how much he talked during this, but, as always, Jaeger got what he wanted.

"N-no..." You told him, quiet as a mouse, but he wouldn't have any of that. Like a maniac, he ripped the lace lingerie off of you, scratching your thighs in the process. You could feel the burning sensation in the markings he left.

"I told you, Y/N, no fucking lies. I wanna know every single man who's touched you."

"W-why? Why does it m-matter?" You stuttered, your eyes searching his. Why did it matter, though? It wasn't like he cared about who you fucked. Unless... unless he did care. And his relationship with Mikasa was nothing but a mistake on his part.

"Because," Eren oh so slowly caressed your folds with his long fingers, "you're mine. Always have been, always will be." He easily slipped his index finger inside of you. "And I won't fuck you unless you tell me who else you slept with."

"Ah– w-with Jean!"

"And?"

"And R-Reiner!" You whimpered, frantically fucking yourself with his hand. You were a sight for sore eyes, sprawled on the couch and longing for his touch.

"And?" The word accentuated so hard that you thought he was about to kill you on the spot.

"Fuck– P-Porco and Ah-Annie! I swear, that's it!" You promised, your breath hitching, heartbeat raising.

"One more thing, Y/N. Did you think of me while you fucked them?"

"Yes! Always! P-please, Eren, please fuck m-me! I'm begging you!"

The little plea seemed to satisfy Jaeger. Or so you thought, because he grabbed a fistful of your hair and dragged you all the way across the apartment to your bedroom, unbothered and unphased by you screaming how much it hurt. He threw you on the shaggy rug in your room, and as you scrambled to gain your composure, you heard Eren's belt hit the floor.

"You should be an expert in sucking cock by now. Prove me how much you want me." He commanded. His voice was low and dangerous, he didn't have to yell to make you scared shitless. Obediently and afraid, you crawled to the bed on all fours, removed your shirt and palmed his hot, hard member. It was already leaking precum, and so your tongue sensually licked the droplets, the saltiness mixed with the aftertaste of vodka in your mouth sending you in a frenzy. He scared you — no, he terrified you, but you couldn't deny you were enjoying this. Mikasa didn't like it rough? Fuck that, you would let Eren kill you if it pleased him. You swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock and worked your way down his shaft, guttural sounds coming from his throat. His hand found its way to your head, and he forcefully pushed it down, stuffing your mouth and throat with his (too) thick member. Tears from pleasure and pain pooled at your Y/E/C eyes and he held you there for a good ten seconds before releasing you.

"Did I make you cry?" Eren asked, his voice almost concerned.

"Mhm." You sobbed with a nod, and he once again grabbed you by the hair, pulled you up and bent you over the wooden bedframe. So much for concern.

"Good." Jaeger slapped your ass so hard you screeched and dug your fingernails in the wood. "Remember what I told you first time I saw you cry?" He asked before positioning himself at your entrance. You nodded — how could you forget? You were both 13 and you got a bad grade, crying your eyes out and thinking that was the end of the world. Normal people would have tried to comfort you and tell you to stop crying. But not Eren. He told you he's never seen anything more beautiful. That should've been a red flag. That should've been a sign to run. Instead, you kept crying as he told you he wanted to see more. A sadist from the very beginning, and you — nothing but a slave.

Eren's thrust woke you up from the distant memory and you arched your back in response. He stretched your walls and it felt like his cock was made for you.

"You don't happen to have any rope, do you?" He asked so nonchalantly.

"N-no-"

"'S alright, we'll just use my belt." Jaeger pulled out and a sense of emptiness filled you. He belonged inside of you — you knew that for a fact — he was meant to be with you. Eren cracked the belt and whipped it all over your exposed ass, your pain-filled scream bringing joy to his ears. You couldn’t see him, but you could feel his sadistic smile burning like the sun on your nape. Before you knew it, he had your wrists tied behind your back, the thin wooden frame pushing into your skin.

"Much better." He decided as he thrusted back inside. You whimpered, moaned, groaned, all sorts of sounds came out of you as his fingers dug into your flesh. As much as you wanted, you couldn't move, gravity pulling you down. You didn't know what hurt more: the bedframe sinking deeper into your abdomen, his deeper thrusts or the tight belt around your wrists. It was safe to say your knees were wobbly, and you could feel the climax getting closer. God, you were pathetic. He barely fucked you and yet you were done for.

"E-Eren! I'm c-coming!"

"I know." He told you absentmindedly, his hand moving from your hip in-between your thighs. "I want you to be good and cum, alright?"

"Yes! Oh, fuck!! Harder – faster!" You moaned as Eren rubbed your swollen clit. A wave of pleasure took over your entire body, your legs trembling as you came all over his cock. He didn't stop, despite you begging him you couldn't take it anymore, instead he kept fucking your numbing cunt, longing for release. It hurt like a bitch to feel his thrusts, and you really wanted him to pull out, but at the same time, you had to do it — for him.

"Whoever told you that you get to tell me when to stop?" Eren bent over and grabbed you by the neck, bringing you closer to him. The fingers around tour soft neck would definitely leave a mark next day. "I'm your god, Y/N!" He groaned in your ear with one final thrust. You both sighed as he pulled out, cum leaking from your folds. You were extremely thankful to be on the fucking pill. He untied your wrists and gathered his underwear and jeans from the floor.

When you noticed him getting dressed, anxiety seeped into your veins. Wasn't he going to stay over? At least for the night? Take a shower? Anything!

"You're leaving?" You asked him, surprising yourself with the condescending tone of your voice.

"Yes?" Eren retorted, baffled by the audacity of your question.

"B-but, where are you going??" Now you just sounded desperate. “We can stay in silenc—"

"To get back with Mikasa."

Your heart sank to your stomach. To do what? Mikasa? How could he do this to you? Shit, it would've been better if you were his rebound, but this? This hurt worse. Your entire body shivered, and not from your climax. You were trembling with anger, disappointment.

"N-no, you're not!" You ran to the front door, despite the pain in your abdomen caused by the wooden bedframe. "Eren, plase! She'll never love you like I do! Please don't go, I'm begging you!"

"Don't be pathetic, Y/N." He rolled his eyes. That stupid brain in your head made you fall down your knees in front of a fully dressed Eren, tears rolling down your cheeks and trying everything in your power to stall him from leaving. "You truly are beautiful when you cry." He pushed you with his leg and walked past you. You tried to grab his sleeve, his hand, anything, but it was too late.

When the door closed behind him, he didn't know what he'd created. There, on the floor, you swung your body back and forth, knees to your chin, makeup ruined, matted hair. Your fingernails clawed at the wood underneath you until the nail polish chipped and blood seeped at the tip of your fingers. Eren Jaeger broke you into a million pieces, he ripped your heart out of your chest and ate it. But it’s alright, you told yourself between indiscernible words. The only word that you could coherently say over and over again was revenge.

[mystic-wolf]

first time with the boys // aoba johsai

Here's aoba johsais version for you thirsty thots. (Fun fact oikawas first time is based on my first time lmao)

Tooru Oikawa

You're his first.

This man is the king of flirting but boy kept his virginity for someone special. Aka you!!

You'd of been flirting for so long and dancing on the edge of being in a relationship, both of you two scared yo fully commit.

Got drunk at a Halloween party and he eventually just mumbled out how much he likes you and wants to be your pretty boyfriend.

Ofc you said yes.

He'd dressed as a devil with spikey red horns and you as an angel. He looked adorable tbh.

Carried you home on his back and nearly dropped you trying to climb the fence.

Stumbled upstairs smothering each other in kisses and fell onto the bed in a mound of giggles.

You were both still a little tipsy but he'd ask if he could fuck you in your costume cause you look so hot. Of course you said yes and fumbled around in your purse for a condom.

He'd gotten all cocky saying how you'd planned this and couldn't resist him so you just smacked his cheek with the packet before tugging his pants and boxers down.

This man is packing, he knows and he's proud.

Makes a joke about how lucky you are to have him before you shove his shoulders down onto the bed and he loses the attitude.

Becomes a whining mess when you slide onto his cock.

His nails scratch at your thighs, the bedsheets, tug through his hair. Anything to try and cope with the immense pleasure.

Cums super early. He's never felt anything like this in his entire life.

Calls you princess when he cums.

He'd eat you out with his cum still inside you, just wanting you to experience the same amount of pleasure he did.

Looks up at you between your legs with those stupid devil horns on and tells you to cum for him.

You two just lie there for nearly an hour kissing and cuddling before finally moving to take a shower and get rid of your dumb costumes.

Hajime Iwaizumi

You've both got experience when you finally sleep together.

Iwa's a little shit and flirts to no end for months until you end up grinding up against him at a nightclub and he loses it.

Has a hard on immediately and you'd just press your ass even harder against him, pretend you're too drunk to realise.

He'd wrap his hand around your throat to pull you flush against his body and mumble how he's gonna destroy you when you get home.

Literally all you think about the entire night until hes pulling you into his apartment and lifting you off your feet to press against the wall.

His hands grab at your ass and he digs his fingers in stupidly hard until you cry out in pain and he fucking laughs against your lips.

Tells you how hard he's gonna fuck you and how you won't be walking straight for a week when he's done with you.

Practically throws you on the bed as he starts to strip and tells you to do the same.

You rip your dress a little trying to unzip it and throw it somewhere across the room.

Iwa slides his knee between your thighs when he kisses you and you can't help but grind down against his muscled thighs. He makes a joke about you getting off just from that.

Replaces his knee with 2 of his fingers and eats up all the noises you make. You moan at how good it is, how talented he is with his fingers.

Iwa loves the praise.

He guides one of your hands to his cock and it looks so dainty because of how big it is.

You get him to full hardness and ask next time this happens if he'll face fuck you.

He's too lost in you wanting a second round to answer and just roughly presses his entire length into you.

You cry out and scratch at his shoulders a little until the hot pain starts to fade and then demand he fuck you into next week.

And this boy delivers.

He puts your ankles on his shoulders, one hand wrapped around your pretty neck as he rails you into the bed sheets.

You feel like he's fucked your brains out because all you can do is lay there cross eyed and mouth open in a constant string of moans.

You're already close but when his thumb starts to rub at your clit you lose it.

You shake against the bed and his body, tongue poking out and eyes fluttering shut as he fucks you through your orgasm.

So full of himself he'd just carry on and say how good he is and how lucky you are to have his cock. And even in your dumbed out state you'd weakly fight back and say he should be thankful he gets to fuck someone so pretty.

You just smirk and tell him to cum for you and by God does that get to him.

Squeezes your throat so tight when he cums and leaves tiny bruises against your skin.

He'd be super apologetic after and ask if you was okay and he'd be floored when you said you wanted him to do it again.

Afterwards you'd just lie in his bed in your underwear sharing a beer with him.

Issei Matsukawa

You both have experience, him moreso than you as he's older.

He'd seen you around college campus and got absolutely infatuated with seeing you everyday and what skirt you'd be wearing.

Got the courage to speak to you one day when you was sat on a bench doing work.

You'd become fast friends and spent a lot of time together and being horny 21 year olds it eventually lead to hooking up.

Brought you back to his dorm and dragged you too his bedroom before you could comment on the horrendous mess.

He hates his dorm mates right now.

He'd push you onto your hands and knees on the bed and nearly rip your thong when he pulls it to the side to stick his tongue against your ass.

You drop your head into the pillows to muffle the surprise.

He'd slip two fingers into your cunt and eat your ass until you're practically screaming for him to stop and just fuck you.

He's a tease and a huge dom though so he'd make you beg for him until he's satisfied.

You'd turn around so you're on your back and spread your legs, pushing your own fingers inside and grabbing one of you boobs through your shirt.

He'd let you have your fun for a moment and then rip your hands away and pin them to the bed.

Calls you a little whore.

He'd pull his shorts and boxers down just enough to pull his cock out and thrust in so hard he pushes you up the bed.

He's so fucking big and he wouldn't give you time to adjust and just fuck you relentless into his mattress.

You'd scratch at his shoulders and back, feeling blood catch under your nails.

He kinda gets off on that.

He makes sure you're super close before he cums so he can time it right. He really wants you to cum when he's spilling into you.

Best orgasm ever.

You'd just be a dead weight on the bed and he'd laugh and joke about you needing to leave before his roommate comes home.

Hes kidding of course and texts him to swerve for the night.

Helps you clean up and lets you pick out a movie on his laptop whilst he orders McDonald's.

You cuddle into his naked chest and share chicken nuggets.

Yutaro Kindaichi

You're his first.

Baby would be so nervous and shy whenever you touch him. He'd always ask if the lights could stay off even when you just gave him a handjob.

Definitely happened when he graduated.

He wanted it to be a special occasion when he said he was still a virgin and that he wanted you to take it.

You have to constantly reassure him and give him complements, sometimes he still feels he isn't good enough for you.

Asks if you can take control and show him what to do.

Please be gentle with him he's super nervous even though he wants it to happen.

You'd slip his jacket off and start kissing his neck and exposed collar bones so softly before stripping him of his shirt.

You spend so long just sat in his lap on the edge of the bed pressed against his chest and kissing him softly before he bites your lip and asks if you'll strip for him.

You try to put on a little show put end up tripping taking your socks off and he's just all giggles and smiles. Makes him feel less nervous too.

Asks you what position you prefer and you just push him onto his back and straddle his hips. He gets the idea.

He's ridiculously sensitive and asks if you can go slow he doesn't bust a nut in 3 seconds.

Touches you all over when you start to slowly move. He squeezes your thighs, your hips your boobs, just anything he can fit in his hands.

Even going slow he'd cum pretty quick, you just feel so good wrapped tight around him.

Tries to cover his face when he cums but you grab his hands before he can so you can see his face. His eyes are scrunched shut, cheeks flushed and hair sticking to his forehead.

He looks like an angel tbh.

You'd finish yourself off because he'd be too spent to even pull out of you let alone move.

He goes all soft and shy again when you clean up and pulls you between his legs so you can cuddle your back against his chest.

Says how much he loves you and kisses the side of your neck.

Kentarou Kyotani

You're each others first.

This boy is so blunt and clumsy he'd just be making out with you on his bed and just ask if you want to have sex.

You say you do and get a little nervous saying it'll be your first time and he's just all chill like yeah me too babes.

Kisses your fears away and slowly strips you of your clothes.

He'd just stop and stare and get lost in how gorgeous your naked body looks spread across his bed.

Kisses down your body and settles between your thighs until you start whining for him to strip too.

He wastes no time in doing that.

Kisses the inside of your thighs and traces his finger across your skin.

He loves when you start whining quietly and ask him to do something.

Saves you the embarrassment of making you say what and slowly runs his tongue across your cunt and runs circles into your hip bones.

Definitely growls against you because the noises you make are going straight to his cock.

He's already half hard and dripping.

He'd tease you a little and whisper dirty things against your ear as he gets himself fully hard to your breath against his cheek.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him into a kiss as he pushes in.

You bite his lip at the sudden pain and he doesn't start to move until you say so. He's a good boy.

Fucks you so slowly in fear of hurting you because he's pretty big and its your first time.

He sucks bruises into your neck and circles his thumb on your clit until you're writhing underneath him.

Your nails drag down his back and draw blood when you cum with a cry on his name.

That just spurs him on even more as he fucks you through your orgasm saying how amazing you are and how much he loves you before he pulls out and cums onto your chest.

Licks his own cum off your breasts and nips both of your nipples slightly which gets you laughing.

You both fall asleep naked and sticky under the sheets.

[amorgansgal]

Summary:  You've just finished robbing a house in Saint Denis, when who should you bump into but our favourite outlaw? You plan on making your way home, but Mr Morgan wants to treat you first!

Warnings: Flirting, little bit of sexual tension, ice cream drippage, but mostly still fluff. Maybe more steamy fluff. 

Pairing(s): Arthur Morgan x Reader, Arthur Morgan x You, Arthur Morgan x Y/N Can be read on AO3 too.

It sometimes took you by surprise how easy it was to sneak into these parties and events. But then you knew from experience how easy it was to practically disappear into the wallpaper, when it came to these wealthy families and their never-ending calendar of social events. Saint Denis was no different. With a mop cap to hide your face, a plain grey skirt, clean blouse and the apron tucked around your waist, none of the rich party guests gave you a second look.

A couple of the servants threw odd looks your way, perhaps trying to figure out who you were and why they had never seen you before, but none of them questioned it. Even when you left the garden party, pockets loaded with valuables, your strong, quick pace meant no one questioned where you were going.

Finally, after getting away from the tall red brick building and it’s sprawling gardens, you removed the mop cap and untied the apron. You slipped both into your pockets and began the long walk back to your pony, Pepper.

The hot sun baked the street, but with the marshy swamp around the area it wasn’t a pleasant warmth. The air was humid and heavy, and you felt a trickle of sweat run down your back. You wished you had brought a fan with you, but there hadn’t been any room for it. You decided to cut through one of the city’s parks, so you could splash your face with the water from the fountain there.

The leafy, green trees in the park gave some much needed shade, and you approached the large, marble fountain at the centre with it’s gawkish looking fish spewing water from their mouths. A couple of people were dotted about the park, some sat on the edge of the fountain itself, a few on the benches. You got a few disapproving looks when you splashed the cold water on the back of your neck and then pressed your now cooler hands against your face.

Satisfied that you could at least make it across the city without getting too sweaty during the journey, you wiped your hands on your skirt and began to walk to the other side of the park. Around the pathways and stone wall that marked the outer edge of the public garden, a cluster of shops and businesses lined the street.

You briefly glanced at the tailors, debating whether you could afford a new dress, considering your current one was a little worse for wear. A pretty light blue, summer dress caught your attention in the window. It had three quarter length sleeves, with white lace around the neckline and waist, and tiny daisies dotted the amongst the blue fabric. You pursed your lips on seeing the price. Sure, it wasn’t made of silk, satin or velvet, so you could probably scrape together enough for it, but then doubtless in the weeks that followed it would only get crumpled and dirty.

You sighed and were about to turn around to continue your walk, when a voice behind you made you jump, ‘Would look good on yer.’

Arthur chuckled when he saw your expression change rapidly from one of surprise to fear then to annoyance.

‘You’ve got to stop doing that, Arthur!’ You muttered.

‘You’ve got to stop being so god damn jumpy all the time.’

‘I’ll have you know-’ and you quickly looked around, checking to make sure Arthur was the only one who could hear you. ‘I’ve just robbed a house, so yes, I’m a little jumpy.’

‘Whatcha get?’

You grinned, ‘None of your damn business.’

He smiled and rubbed a hand against his chin, ‘Aw, and there was me going to treat ya, but if you got a good enough prize, guess you can treat yourself.’

‘Treat me? What do you mean?’

‘Oh, yer still interested?’

You rolled your eyes, ‘Well if you’re just going to play games with me, Mr Morgan, I best be on my way. Pepper is waiting for me and he’d probably be better company.’

You moved away from the shop and began walking down the street, but Arthur still fell in step beside you, ‘Don’ know why you like that pony so much, he’s a stubborn, scruffy thing.’

You smiled and arched your eyebrows, ‘Guess you would know a lot about that, Arthur!’

Arthur tried to bite back his smile, and looked down at his boots, ‘I ain’t too scruffy.’

‘He’s a sweetheart really, deep down,’ You replied, then quickly glanced away, warmth rushing to your cheeks when you realised that you very much felt the same way about the man next to you.

After a short walk Arthur came to a sudden halt and gestured to a small shop tucked underneath an archway, ‘Anyway, we’re here now.’

‘Where?’ You asked, looking up at the sign over the business. La Glace Parlour. You frowned, unable to gather why you were here and what Arthur had in mind. He sighed, shook his head, then pressed a hand to the small of your back and guided you to a small sign they had in the window. Though the feeling of his warm palm against the thin material of your dress, meant your mind could barely focus on the words in front of you.

‘Ice cream, pastries and light refreshments,’ you finally read, hoping that Arthur could not feel the slight shake that ran through you as he pulled his hand away from your back. You looked up at him.

He seemed to give up on your cluelessness, and went to open the door, the quiet afternoon interrupted by the bright ring of the bell over the door. ‘You still want raspberry?’

‘Um… Raspberry ice cream?’

‘Sure.’

‘I guess, but wait-’

He didn’t and walked quickly into the shop, leaving you alone on the street and fiddling with the frayed material of your sleeve. He wasn’t long though, soon returning holding a cone topped with a reddish pink swirl of ice cream and offered it to you.

‘Oh, thank you, Arthur.’ You took the cone from him, and licked the edge of the ice cream to stop it dribbling down. You relished the sharp, zingy flavour of the raspberries and the contrast between the cold sweet treat and the warmth of the afternoon sun. You mm-ed softly and smiled at Arthur, who quickly looked away, his cheeks reddening a little.

He shrugged, ‘S’alright, saw it when I was last here, remembered what you said. Figured I’d invite you into town at some point, but as you were already here…’

‘You ain’t getting one?’ you asked.

‘Nah.’

‘Well, you should try some of mine then, it’s really good,’ you offered the cone to him.

‘Nah, that’s all yours.’

‘Feel kind of bad that you’re not having any.’ You took another lick, before glancing at the man beside you. ‘This isn’t just because you’re a big gruff outlaw who can’t have ice cream, is it?’

He choked out a laugh then. ‘What?’

‘Don’t want to ruin your fearsome reputation by enjoying something sweet!’

Arthur managed to force out a strained sounding laugh, then rubbed the back of his head and scratched under the brim of his hat. ‘No, I… no, that’s not… I can enjoy...’ he tailed off, suddenly staring at the road, as though the dust of Saint Denis and the passing coaches were the most interesting things in the world.

Perhaps it was seeing him as equally flustered and speechless, as you were normally, that left you feeling a little bolder. You dipped your thumb into the ice cream and then brushed it over his cheek. You would have almost felt bad, but his startled expression only left you in a fit of giggles.

He tried to look annoyed, but failed miserably. He lifted up his bandana. ‘I could just wipe that off with this.’

‘Oh, but then you’d ruin my fun and my devious plan, Arthur Morgan!’

He smiled, wiped his thumb against the light red stain on his cheek and popped into this mouth. You immediately remembered why you were often speechless and flustered around Arthur. His sharp blue eyes stared into your own, and you knew you were biting your lower lip while a warm flush crept up your cheeks.

He pulled his thumb from his mouth with a pop and you felt your mouth drop open, before you managed to slam it shut. Arthur gave you a slight smirk, but his eyes dropped to your hand and he quickly reached out.

‘Careful, you’ll drop it!’ His hand grabbed your own and pulled it up, so you wouldn’t drop the cone in the dirt of the path. Little dribbles of red ice cream ran down your hand, and you unthinkingly darted your tongue out to lick up the melted cream.

‘Thank you for-’ You looked up at Arthur who was staring at you so fiercely, it almost made you forget the ice cream in your hand again. Even under the shadow of his hat, his eyes were dark and stormy, pupils blown wide. You weren’t sure if you were imagining it or if you had really seen his eyes drop to your pink stained lips.

He cleared his throat, then put his hand on your back once more, and forced you to walk ahead of him, ‘Come on, can’t be late back.’

-

Tilly let out a small ‘hm’ when you unwrapped the brown paper parcel you had found on your bedroll a few days later, and found the blue dress dotted with daisies therein.

‘Wonder who got you that!’ she said sarcastically.

You revelled in the warm feeling that entered the pit of your stomach and pulled the dress up to look at it properly. You’d have to think of a seriously good way of thanking Arthur Morgan for his kindness.

[iliveiloveiwrite]

Moments We Knew // Colin Bridgerton

Request: Hello! I’m so excited that you’re writing for Bridgerton and I was wondering if I could request a fic? Maybe one where Colin is courting the reader, what it would involve and their first kiss? Basically just some Colin fluff that’s too sweet :)) - anon

A/N: Oh this request is so sweet! Thank you so much for requesting! I can only hope I have done it justice. The other requests in my inbox will become my priority for next weekend! 

Pairing: Colin Bridgerton x Fem!Reader

Warnings: female reader, courting, courtship, fluff, cute, mentions of food and drink, the British Museum is mentioned (I have to apologise for that lol), kissing, pining, instant love, love at first sight and all that jazz.

Word count: 4k

One:

“Miss (Y/L/N), would you do me the honour of saving me a spot on your dance card?”

Your eyes widen at his words, but you nod your head regardless, unable to deny the blue eyes and sweet face of Colin Bridgerton.

“I shall find you soon,” He promises before walking away, leaving you to question the last few minutes of your life.

You had spoken to the Bridgerton before; had dined in their company too, but you had never danced with one. It was to be something you would never forget, that was for certain.

Strolling around the ballroom, you truly did not hold much hope for tonight. Having been out in society for a few seasons now, you did not think there would be much interest tonight bar the Bridgerton who had kindly asked you to save him a dance.

Sighing softly, you reach the table covered with glasses of lemonade. Reaching for one, you eye the couples already taking to the floor for the first dance of the evening. Eager young hopefuls, all curious to know whether they would meet their love match tonight.

A flicker of excitement begins to stir as the music begins the couples start to twirl across the floor; the women’s skirt billowing out from under them as the men look every dashing in their suits. You think to Colin, wondering briefly where he is as you think of how it would be to dance with such a man.

“Did you save me that dance?” A voice asks from behind you.

Startling slightly, you only just manage to keep hold of your glass. “I have,” You reply, holding up your dance card where Colin’s name is written.

“Perfect,” He grins, “Shall we dance now?”

“Why not?” You answer, placing your glass down and taking his open hand.

Colin’s hand is soft as he places it on the small of your back, pulling you to him ever so slightly. Your hand rests on his shoulder whilst his free hand wraps around yours. Your skin tingles in all the places his hands rest; it’s an addictive feeling, you come to realise.

The band strikes up and the couples on the floor begin their dance. Colin begins to lead you with confidence; evidence of his upbringing alive in the way he directs his feet whilst holding you steady. Dance lessons were a must for all offspring of London society; it was not a gendered activity.

“How are you finding the evening?” Colin asks, leading you across the floor.

“Am I to be truthful?” You ask, smiling coyly at the brunette.

“I find that would be best,” Colin responds, his own sly smile written across his face.

“Then I shall have to say that I was rather bored until you asked me to dance. This is sure to be the highlight of my evening.”

Colin spins you out before replying. “How odd,” He murmurs quietly though you hear him perfectly over the band, “I was thinking the exact same thing.”

A startled laugh leaves you at his words; one that Colin finds himself joining in with as he continues to lead you around the ballroom. Many couples watch on; curious to know what it is that has you both laughing and smiling the way that you are. You find yourself delighting in the act that you are to have a secret with the third eldest Bridgerton; a secret you could revisit whenever you wanted.

The dance comes to an end; the music rising for one last crescendo before falling silent. Stepping back from the Bridgerton, your chest rises heavily due to the pace of the music and the dance. You smile softly at Colin, “Thank you for the dance. It was wonderful.”

“Join me for one more?” He asks; his voice close to pleading as if he doesn’t want to let you go just yet, doesn’t want to see you walk away from him without knowing if he’ll ever see you again.

Your eyes wander over his face; finding the desperation in his eyes and noting that you feel the same way. You find yourself hating the idea of walking away from this man just yet; not just because of how much fun you had had when dancing with him, but because you feel that if you were to walk away from him in this very moment, you would be making a choice you would surely come to regret.

You take his hand; revelling in the way his fingers close around yours as he leads you to the dancefloor once more. Lining yourself up, you do not look away from his blue stare, finding yourself enraptured by him and more than happy to stay that way.

The music begins, and once more, you fall into step with your future.

Two:

Wandering into the drawing room, the previous night felt like a dream. The ache in your feet being the only sign that you had indeed danced the night away with the third eldest Bridgerton.

“Good morning, mother,” You greet, settling down at the small tea table.

“Did you enjoy yourself last night?” She asks; her eyes bright with happiness as she takes in the dazed look on your face, already away with the fairies.

“It was wonderful,” You sigh dreamily; remembering how Colin’s hands felt on the small of your back and how he listened to your every word. It felt too good to be true.

“I would not be surprised if he called on you this morning,” Your mother declares from her place by the window. She often sat there; her legs tucked underneath her as she worked on a new stitching pattern, read a new book or simply stared at the view.

“I do not want to get my hopes up,” You confess, fiddling with your fingers nervously. All night you had dreamed of the Bridgerton; his eyes and his smile, the sound of his laughter. If he chose not to call on you, your heart could surely not take it, not after so many seasons of disappointment.

Your mother smiles, “My dear, I feel it within my bones. He shall call on you this morning.”

“Thank you, mother,” You reply graciously before pouring a cup of tea; one for you and the other for your mother. “It looks to be a fine day,” You comment, making light conversation as you add sugar and a splash of milk to your own tea, stirring until you know it will be just the right temperature for you to drink without burning the roof of your mouth and your tongue.

Your mother hums from her place at the window, sipping delicately at her own tea. Suddenly, she sits straighter, her eyes and ears focusing on the streets below. “I do believe a carriage has just pulled up with the Bridgerton initial on its doors.”

“Mother, you jest.”

“I do no such thing,” She protests, stepping away from the window as she catches sight of the dark brunette hair of the Bridgerton boy.

“How do I look?” You worry, now taking your mother seriously, standing to smooth down the patterns of your dress. Already wishing that you had changed into something more fetching than your everyday wear.

Your mother sidles over to you and presses a soft kiss to your cheek. “You look lovely, my dear,” She promises before taking a seat on the nearby couch, knowing that the conversation that was to take place was to be between you and the Bridgerton boy.

Sitting back down, you know you only have mere minutes to collect yourself before Colin walks through the drawing room door. Mere minutes to stop the bouncing of your leg and the worrying of your mind. Taking a deep breath, you steel yourself, already confident in the knowledge that what you feel for Colin is far from platonic and after last night, you felt somewhat confident that he felt something for you too.

“Mr. Colin Bridgerton,” The butler announces to which you stand, barely repressing the urge to fist your hands into your skirts out of nerves.

Colin strides into the drawing room; his eyes scanning the room only for them to light up when they land on you. A large smile spreads across his face and he steps further into the room. “I apologise if I am interrupting anything,” He states politely.

“There was nothing to interrupt other than some tea. Please help yourself,” Your mother smiles from her place on the couch; her eyes dancing between the two of you – a good match is the conclusion she comes to as she takes in the flush of your skin and the smile on Colin’s face.

Colin turns to your mother, bringing out a bouquet of flowers he kept hidden behind his back. “These are for you, Mrs. (Y/L/N).”

Your mother’s eyes widen as she takes in the humble but sweet bouquet offered by the young man. “Thank you,” She states, “They are most unexpected but are very beautiful. I shall have to find a vase.”

“You’re welcome,” Colin responds before bringing out another bouquet. Turning his attention to you, he holds out the delicate collection of flowers. “These are for you,” He murmurs, a note of vulnerability shining through his usual confidence.

“Thank you,” You reply, voice awed at the sight of the gorgeous colours; reds, whites and yellows making up the bouquet, brightening the room instantly. “I shall find a vase for them soon.”

“I had a lot of fun last night,” Colin whispers, his voice loud enough for you but quiet enough that your mother only hears mumblings.

Smiling widely, you reply, “I had fun too. I’ve never enjoyed dancing that much.”

“Me neither,” Colin agrees, thinking back to how it felt to hold you in his arms. He knew after his second dance with you that if he was to have a future, you would surely play a part in it. “Would you accompany me to the British Museum tomorrow? There’s an exhibit being shown that I have been told we simply must not miss.”

Blinking twice, it doesn’t take you long to think of an answer. “I would love to. I’ve heard nothing but good things about the exhibit. It’s a collection of Greek and Roman sculptures and art.”

“I have a soft spot for History, but I have not been yet. I thought it would be perfect for us to go together.”

“I think it would be perfect for us to go together too,” You whisper, your heart beginning to race at the thought Colin has put into your first outing.

Colin smiles; the act lighting up his face. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a golden stopwatch, frowning briefly at its face before slipping back to where it belongs. “I wish I could stay longer,” He laments, “But I promised my mother I would meet her this morning.”

“Go see your mother,” You smile, “I will get to see you tomorrow after all.”

Another smile at that has your heart beginning to sing. “Until tomorrow,” He promises, standing from his chair and reaching for your hand where he places a lingering kiss to the back of it. The very kiss itself holding many promises for the future that you could not wait to fulfil.

As the door closes behind the brunette, you let yourself fall back onto the chair with a smile gracing your face. Until tomorrow; you had to wait until tomorrow before seeing him once more.

Three:

The building loomed large as you tightened your grip on Colin’s arm. Your stomach a ball of nerves as you think of what this means; your very first outing together as a prospective couple. Things needed to run smoothly; you needed to calm yourself down.

Taking a deep breath, you hasten your steps to keep up with Colin’s long strides. He had been so excited on the carriage ride over; babbling about the latest exhibit on show for the masses. Whilst History was a subject you adored when in education, it was not something you had kept up since coming out as a debutante.

Whilst the art is spectacular, it is the sculptures that ultimately take your breath away. Strolling through the main hall, you cannot help but be completely taken in by the attention to detail of such creations and the very fact that they have managed to survive hundreds of years with minimal damage.

“They’re beautiful, are they not?” Colin asks.

“They’re stunning.”

“My older brother, Benedict, suggested this to me. He’s the artist in the family but knows of my love of history.”

“He sounds like a wonderful big brother,” You murmur, finding it hard to tear your attention away from the pieces of work.

“How are you finding it? Are you enjoying yourself?” Colin asks, his voice close to your ear.

“I am. It’s spectacular. It makes me wish I had continued my study into the subject.”

“You like History?”

“Very much so,” You smile, “My father used to sit me on his lap and tell me stories of the past.”

“Mine would do the same,” Colin murmurs quietly, remembering his youth with his father. How he would sit on the floor by his father’s feet and listen for hours about not only his father’s life but the creation of the country in which they live and its many countless invasions.

“How are you finding it?” You ask, bringing him back to the present. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“I am, but I have to admit it is more the company than the art work, no matter how stunning.”

“Colin!” You gasp, smiling widely, “You are a flatterer.”

He laughs; the sound reverberating off the marble sculptures and walls. “Only for you,” He admits when he calms down. “Only for you.”

His words bring a smile to your face, setting your heart racing in your chest. He could undo you with so few words; it was a miracle you were still standing.

The rest of the exhibit is much of the same; breathtaking sculptures and happy conversation with Colin. He doesn’t enjoy too much silence; rather, he asks you all sorts of questions about your childhood and your life in London. In kind, you ask him of his life and the travelling he did in his late teens/early twenties.

You find that not only is he kind and sweet, he is incredibly knowledgeable of not only life in England, but life and society in other countries. He speaks fondly of his time abroad, but as he regales you of tales of his travels, Colin finds no burning desire to travel abroad again. Instead, as he stares down at you, he finds that you rather hold everything he could need for the future.

It’s then that Colin decides he’s found what he needs for the rest of his life, and he’s found it in you. He supposes he should be laughed at; finding love so quickly, but it just feels right. Everything about you feels so perfectly right for him that he does not see the need to fight it.

He finds himself trying to fight the want to propose then and there. Instead, Colin hooks your arm through his as he leads you from the museum. Like a gentleman, he helps you into the carriage before joining you himself.

“Thank you,” You comment as the carriage sets off.

“Whatever for?” Colin asks, curious to what you should be thanking him for.

“For taking me to exhibit.”

“The pleasure is all mine,” He responds honestly. It was; the pleasure of the afternoon was entirely his because you brought out a side of him that he had never met before but found he rather liked. Colin had always been a man of the moment; rushing through his life so he could get to the next exciting part as quickly as possible. However, with you, he finds that he has no need to rush or to hurry. He finds himself excited for the journey he wants to take with you, and thanks his lucky stars that you saved a dance for him on your card.

The carriage soon rolls to a stop outside your home. Gathering yourself, you smile wistfully at the brunette who has so quickly made his home in your heart.

“Thank you for a wonderful morning and afternoon,” You state as you step down from the carriage with the help of your footman.

“Wait!” Colin calls, rushing out of the carriage, “Will you be at the picnic later this week?”

“I will,” You answer, excitement bubbling inside of you, “Will I see you there?”

Colin nods, “I was hoping you would want to promenade with me.”

“I would love to.”

From there, Colin leaves you with yet another kiss on your hand. As he walks away, you begin to wonder what it would feel like to have his lips pressed against yours; what would he feel like, what would he taste like. The thoughts swirl around your mind for so long that you do not hear your mother call you to the drawing room. Instead, you wander to your bedroom where such thoughts plague you for the rest of the day and night.

Four:

Each season the richest families in London society gather together for a picnic in the park. To outsiders, it is a display of their money, of their status in society. To mothers, it is another opportunity for their daughters to be showcased to the many eligible men who flock to the families in need of a wife or perhaps, some free food.

Your mother and you had been invited by the Bridgertons; an excuse by their matriarch to better get to know you and your mother. Violet welcomes you both with a warm smile, asking you to sit and drink tea.

“How are you?” Violet asks, reaching for one of the many biscuits.

“I’m well, Lady Bridgerton. And yourself?” You reply, wanting nothing more than to be accepted by the mother of the man who had caught your attention so readily.

“I’m very well, dear,” Violet answers, soon falling into conversation with your mother.

You’re distracted by the sight of Colin playing with his youngest siblings; a hoop game that leaves them all laughing loudly when the hoop is dropped on the floor, rolling away from them with great speed. There doesn’t seem to be any logic to the game other than pure enjoyment when Colin suddenly looks up, as if he sensed your eyes on him.

It’s as if everything else melts away as your eyes meet. For you, there was only him. There was no sound; no distractions – just Colin and the smile of his handsome face.

“I think they will work well together,” Your mother admits to Colin’s, glancing between the soft look on your face and the happy smile on Colin’s.

Violet hums her agreement, catching sight of the way Colin’s eyes light up when he notices you sat with his family. Gregory soon pulls his brother’s attention back to him, but Violet doesn’t miss the glances he throws in your direction every chance he gets. Yes, Violet thinks to herself, you would match very nicely.

Laughter rains all around you as you continue to sit with the Bridgerton family; now having been introduced to its matriarch but also to Anthony, its head. A kind man and very devoted to his family; you felt welcomed by his smile and happy to find that he already knew of you.

Stealing a glance at the sky, you sigh in relief when you see that the fine weather was going to hold and that the picnic was going very well. A shadow crossing your eyeline has you frowning in distaste, but your frown doesn’t last long when you find that it is Colin standing over you.

“Shall we go on a walk?”

One:

Taking his outstretched hand, Colin begins to lead you down the winding paths of park, away from your families.

“Colin,” You laugh, “Where are you taking me?”

“It’s a surprise,” He laughs, holding onto your hand tighter as he pulls you round a corner.

“Surely you can give me a little hint,” You plead, curiosity beginning to get the better of you.

Colin shakes his head; an infuriatingly handsome smile on his face as he remains quiet about exactly where he is leading you. At this point, the both of you have wandered away from your families and the rest of London society. Instead, you walk through a quieter section of the park, one where paths are travelled but are not often frequented. Despite the nerves rattling your gut, you feel completely safe in Colin’s presence.

“I wanted to steal you away for a little while,” Colin says, breaking the comfortable silence between the two of you.

“Steal me away?”

He nods; his grip on your hand tightening. “There were so many eyes watching us; my family and your family. Did you not feel even a little suffocated?”

Thinking back to the picnic and the shared looks between your mother and Colin’s, you would happily admit that you did start to feel the strain of their expectations. “I did start to feel our parent’s gaze,” You confess.

“Exactly. At least here we can be honest with one another without the pressure of our beloved mothers.”

“Honest?”

Colin nods, “Honest about what we feel.”

“What do you feel?”

“I see a future with you,” He admits, “I know that we have only begun courting, but I truly see it all with you. Do you see the same thing?”

“I see it all,” You confess, your voice hoarse with unspoken emotion.

“You do?”

Nodding your head, you answer, “I do. I see everything with you. When you left after we visited the museum, it took everything in me not to chase you down to ask you to stay.”

“I didn’t want to go,” He whispers, “I wanted to stay. I knew then.”

Through the confessions uttered by both parties, you have made your way closer to the gentleman. Your hands remain tangled by your sides; Colin’s fingers fitting comfortably with yours as he smiles softly down at you. His free hand raises slightly, brushes through the strands of hair that became loose on your quick getaway from your families. His eyes beg a silent question; the question that has bene on your mind since he left you on your doorstep last week.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks; verbalising his thoughts, handing you the power.

You just finish uttering your consent when Colin’s lips find yours, pressing against them softly. Taken by surprise, you gasp into the kiss but soon find your rhythm. You drop Colin’s hand so you can wind your arms around his neck, pulling him ever closer to you to feel him pressed so tight against you. Your fingers run through the ends of his hair, only briefly noting its softness before letting yourself fall further into him.

Colin groans softly into the kiss; finally knowing what it is that you taste like – sugar and the tea you recently drank. A combination that only leaves him wanting more as his hands settle on the small of your back, gathering you against him as he tries to repress the urge to take more, more, more. It’s everything all at once; it’s overwhelming but it still doesn’t feel enough. Not as Colin takes control, not as his hands tighten on your waist, and not as you whimper softly.

Breathless and dazed, you pull away from Colin. His chest heaves as he keeps his grip on your waist, not wanting to step further from him. He presses his forehead to yours, his breath dancing over your lips as you try to catch your own. Slowly, a smile breaks over your faces and laughter begins to spill from your lips.

It doesn’t make sense; it doesn’t have to. It’s simply the beginning of your futures.

*******

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Time for Change – Part Two

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Smut

Words: 4,356

Notes: Not based on Cillian’s life. This is fiction guys! 

YOUR POV

Your night had to be the worst one yet as you received a photograph of your husband in bed of another woman from someone who contacted you via Facebook.

The person who contacted you went by the name of Lucas and Lucas had a story to tell. He asked whether he could call, speak to you about your husband and, of course, you agreed.

You were intrigued and you needed to know what he was up to.

When Lucas called you, he informed you that the woman your husband was with was named Emily and, of course, you knew all about her. She was his secretary back when you lived in New York. She was the reason you demanded to return to your home country of Ireland and he promised you that it was over between them after a yearlong affair.

But Lucas told you that it wasn’t. And Lucas also told you something else which came like a blow to your face.

According to him, Emily had a young child, a child which had been fathered by your husband.

This, of course explained everything. The constant business trips, money disappearing from your joined bank account without explanation and him getting up in the middle of the night in order to go for a walk.

Lucas’s phone call was like a plea for help. He wanted you to know. But why did he, you wondered? He had no vested interest in their relationship or yours, or did he?

He never told you who he was and you didn’t question it once you received pictures of your husband’s daughter via Messenger. On the pictures, your husband was holding her, cuddling her and feeding her. He looked happy and that made you feel guilty.

A child was what you could never give him after you lost half of your reproductive system following an accident in 2001. You were devastated but, at the time, you didn’t realise what consequences this accident would have on your life.

You tried, many times over to conceive and he pushed for you to try harder, to go through the IVF process, which was something you decided against. Instead, you pushed for adoption and this is how you met the most important person of your life, your daughter Chloe.

Chloe was three years old when you both adopted her and she was everything you ever cared for with all your heart. But, to your husband, she was never really his daughter. He never loved her the way a father should because she wasn’t his and he blamed you for it ever since.

Now, you were 32 and Chloe was 10 and you were happy. But obviously, your husband was not and sought the comfort of another much younger woman. Now, she gave him what he had always wanted, a child of his own and you felt as though you should be happy for him. But you weren’t. You were saddened by how your life had turned out. Yet, little did you know that your life was about to change.

CILLIAN’S POV

Cillian’s night wasn’t any better than yours. His wife Danielle had called him from her mother’s house, telling him that she wouldn’t be home until the weekend.

‘What am I going to tell the kids, Danielle?’ Cillian asked angrily and annoyed by the fact that, once again, she ran off.

‘I don’t know, you figure it out. Why is this always my problem, Cillian?’ Danielle asked, causing Cillian to huff.

‘What is all this about. Please enlighten me Danielle’ Cillian then said, wondering why she took off once again.

‘What do you think Cillian?’ Danielle asked, causing Cillian to huff and sigh again.

‘For starters, you rather spend time with Marina and Natasha instead of calling me and your children when you are away filming. Then, when I call your PA, I am told that you are busy. You are always fucking busy’ Danielle said angrily and Cillian realised that, of course, this fight was about his work again and the fact that Cillian had been away for months until recently to shoot Season 6 of Peaky Blinders.

Danielle never supported his career. She hated it and didn’t support his choices and her attitude towards it had become relentless over the past three years as he became more famous.

She was jealous, continuously, and alleged him having several affairs over the years. Every time there was a young and attractive woman on set, she would become possessive and, when Cillian didn’t call her every night, she would lose her mind. But, unlike your husband, Cillian didn’t cheat on her, not even once and her allegations created constant tension between them.

Whatever Cillian did, was never good enough for her. He wasn’t a good enough husband and he wasn’t a good enough father. Yet, on the other hand, she enjoyed the financial stability and the fact that she didn’t have to work as Cillian was able to provide for her and his family.  

After their latest fight, Cillian surely had enough and, whilst he had stayed with Danielle for his children, he didn’t know how much longer he could sustain a relationship like this with her if, all she did, was walk out on him whenever she thought that he done something wrong.

DINNER TIME

With both of you torn, upset and lonely with Cillian’s children at camp and your daughter at her grandmother’s house in Galway, dinner, a movie and some wine seemed like a fantastic idea and you texted Cillian at around lunchtime, confirming your date.

Whilst it felt somewhat weird to you, cooking dinner for your brother-in-law without the presence of your step sister Dannielle, you were somewhat excited to spend some time with Cillian.

You always liked him, his sense of humour and his intellect. You were likeminded and both enjoyed music, movies, books and theatre. You always had plenty to talk about and it was nice to not be surrounded by children for once.

***

‘Are you still coming over at 7 o’clock for dinner and some Netflix? Bring some wine because I know you are picky with the reds’ you texted him.

‘Says who?’ Cillian texted back.

‘Your wife’ you then responded.

‘Will do. See you at 7’ Cillian texted.

***

At exactly seven o’clock, you heard the doorbell ring and there he was, your brother-in-law with not one but two bottles of wine and a book.

‘Right on time as usual’ you said as you invited him inside and he couldn’t help but look at your cleavage again, surprised by the fact that you were wearing a tank top with no bra underneath. Did you have your nipples pierced, he wondered?

‘Cillian?’ you then asked as, clearly, he didn’t hear your question as he was too busy staring at your breasts.  

‘What?’ he then said as he collected his thoughts.

‘Which bottle did you want me to open?’ you asked again, laughing as you did.

‘Whichever one you want’ he then said before offering you some help in the kitchen.

You quickly declined his offer, telling him that everything had been done, before walking into the kitchen to open the bottle of wine.

As you walked off, Cillian couldn’t help but watch you again, moving your hips and causing your rather short and flattering skirt move from side to side.

You weren’t wearing anything special. Just a plain skirt and a tank top, no shoes, no stockings, possibly a pair of panties for what he could tell. But that was it. It was a warm day and he wasn’t really surprised by your outfit. Your figure was immaculate so why not show it.

You eventually returned to the living room with two glasses of wine and sat down next to Cillian.

‘Dinner will be about 30 or 40 minutes, sorry. I had to play around with the oven for a while to get it working’ you explained, noting that your kitchen was rather dated.

‘That’s perfectly fine. Thank you for cooking’ Cillian then said before handing you the book which he brought along.

‘Oh damn, you found it. Thank you’ you said excitedly as Cillian and you had talked about this book which he had read about five years ago and you were rather intrigued by it.

***

Following the initial small talk, you told Cillian over a glass of wine what happened to you over night, about James and his child in the US.

He was shocked but couldn’t stop himself and ask why you never had children together.

‘We tried for five years but I can’t have children’ you sighed, taking another sip from your wine.

‘I am so sorry Y/N’ Cillian then said, placing his hand over yours gently.

‘It’s alright Cillian. I made my peace with it and I do have Chloe’ you explained with a warm smile.

‘Well, she is one good kid, that’s for sure. You should count your blessings’ Cillian said with his hands still on yours.

‘I do, every day’ you said before asking him whether he had heard from Danielle.

Without hesitation, Cillian told you about what had happened and about the problems they were having over the past few years, her jealousy and her possessiveness. He also told you that, today, he had finally seen a lawyer to talk about his options. He wanted to file for divorce. It was long overdue.

‘Well, I can’t say that I blame her for being a jealous although the way she is acting seems excessive if you have never given her a reason to distrust you’ you then said, cheeks flushing as you reached for your wine glass again.

‘You can’t blame her? What do you mean by that?’ Cillian chuckled.

‘I think she is lucky to be with a man like you and she probably knows it. Men like you are rare. You are a great father and husband and, well, you are quite attractive so I can see how she gets a little worried’ you said somewhat embarrassed, the wine helping you tell the truth.

‘You think that I am attractive huh?’ Cillian asked equally embarrassed as he took a sip from his wine.

‘Yes’ you said, your cheeks now red like fire as you got up suddenly.

‘I think dinner might be ready’ you then said quickly as you disappeared into the kitchen and Cillian followed you shortly thereafter to help you plate up.

***

‘So, 45 next week, are you doing anything special?’ you then asked but Cillian simply shook his head.

‘Thanks for reminding me how old I am Y/N’ he then laughed and you couldn’t help but giggle before grabbing your empty plates and taking them to the sink.

‘You aren’t old Cillian’ you said as he followed you, helping you to clean up.

‘Coming from a woman in her early thirties. I take this as a compliment’ Cillian then chuckled.

‘You should’ you smirked. ‘In fact, I think, at 45, you are in your prime’ you then said with a cheeky wink as you filled up the sink. Like most other things in your house, your dishwasher was broken.

‘So, I am in my prime, huh?’ Cillian laughed and, just as the sink filled up completely, you felt Cillian touch you from behind.

‘Yes’ you murmured as the heat emanating from him was incredible and it took all of your willpower to just stand there and wash the dishes while he reached for the kitchen towel by your side, beginning to dry the dishes.

You desperately wanted to turn around in this moment and kiss him, but he was your step-sister’s husband and it was wrong.

This continued on for a while, in your small kitchen. You could feel Cillian’s warm breath behind you, his hands brushing against you so many times that you lost count until, finally, he put the last dry dish on the bench and leaned over your side to hang the kitchen towel up to dry.

Suddenly and somewhat unexpectedly, you felt Cillian’s warm hands run over the skin of your arms and a hot pair of lips kissing your neck. You wanted to move, you knew you had to, but you couldn't. Your body had started sweating and you felt him pull you closer as his lips continued to kiss your neck.

‘I am sorry Y/N, I should stop’ he then said as you stood there almost frozen.

‘No, don’t…please’ you huffed out, staring at the splashback behind the sink as Cillian kissed you gently.

Then you couldn’t resist your urges any longer and, with one swift movement, you turned around and pressed your lips onto his while your wet and soapy hands took hold of his hair.

The kiss was urgent and passionate, unlike anything else you had ever experienced before.

‘We shouldn’t be doing this’ you huffed out as you pulled away from Cillian to take a breather.

‘I know’ Cillian then said as he gently played with your hair, moving your long streaks out of your eyes.

Then, he moved his hand to the side of your face and caressed your cheek. His touch was gentle and he was so close to you that your voice was gone from your throat and you couldn't say anything. Couldn't stop him, you didn’t want to stop him, you just wanted to feel his touch.

Within seconds your lips were connected again and you couldn’t help your urges and desires any longer.

‘I can’t stop’ you then huffed out in between kisses while his hands travelled over your back and then down to your ass.

‘Neither can I’ Cillian said and, just as he did, you moved your hands from your chest down to his stomach and lifted up his t-shirt.

‘I need you Cillian’ you said as he helped you pull his t-shirt over his head and lifted you up onto the kitchen counter.

‘I suppose if Danielle already thinks that I am cheating, I might just as well’ Cillian said, no longer caring about her and giving into his needs.

Within seconds, Cillian lifted your tank top over your head and saw that, indeed, both of your nipples were pierced.

‘I saw you look at them when you walked in’ you giggled as Cillian gently ran the palms of his hands over your breasts.

‘Fuck’ he barely managed to breath out and, when you looked down at his skinny jeans, you could see his cock hardening beneath the denim.

While Cillian was playing with your breasts, giving some attention to your nipple piercings, he pressed his lips onto yours softly at first, gently kissing you, and slowly sucking on your lips.

His kisses were caring, loving, and not at all what you had expected. He parted your lips with his and soon the kisses became more and more passionate again. His tongue slipped into your mouth and his lips moved all over yours.

You could feel his hand trace from your breasts down to your stomach before pushing your legs further apart and finding its way beneath your skirt.

‘Jesus Y/N’ Cillian groaned as he could feel how wet your panties were and he pushed aside the fabric before running one of his fingers through your wet slit.

‘Oh god’ you moaned, causing Cillian to smile. His touch was almost too much to bear and, after just minutes of teasing, Cillian picked you up in his arms and took you to your bedroom. Of course, he knew where it was. He had been at your house many times.

After Cillian placed you onto your bed gently, he pulled off your skirt and panties together in one go and you suddenly bit your lip, feeling somewhat embarrassed about lying there completely naked in front of your step-sister’s husband.

‘You are stunning’ Cillian then said, mesmerised by your naked beauty right there in front of him.

‘If you say so’ you giggled, waiting for him to join you on the bed.

‘Are you sure that this is what you want? Because there is no turning back after this’ Cillian then asked as he stood in front of the bed and unzipped his jeans

‘Yes, I do…and I must admit, I’ve been fantasising about this for a while, but I would never have acted on it’ you said with some embarrassment.

‘That makes two of us then’ Cillian chuckled as, finally, he pushed down his jeans and briefs, causing you to let out a sigh of excitement when his hard cock sprung free.

Cillian joined you on the bed, caressing your body while kissing you gently. Eventually, he moved his hand lower and started pressing his palm on your pubic bone. He pulled you close to him and his hard cock was poking against your thigh. You could feel his pre-cum dripping from his cock onto your skin while the pressure and movement of his palm on your pubic bone was sending subtle vibrations to your pussy. It was getting wetter and your nipples were getting harder.

Your mind was reminding you of your morals, your vows, and values, but your body was no longer listening. Your body wanted pleasure and release and so did his.

‘You are beautiful Y/N. James is a lucky man’ Cillian said in between kisses as his eyes were filled with a lust and fire you had not seen before. Not even in James’s eyes.

He moved his hand to your breast again and fondled it tenderly. He closed his thumb and finger around the nipple. Then he pinched it and a sharp jolt seemed to go through your body. He squeezed your nipple again and your pussy reacted with an involuntary spasm.

Then, his body began to shift, hovering over you and he started kissing the soft flesh of your breasts. He was leaving marks on them as if he was marking them as his territory. What was James going to say, you didn't know, but your body didn't care.

Cillian eventually took one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking on it gently and causing you to moan. His mouth was so hot, you felt it would burn your skin. He pulled his head back, letting your breast slip out, till your nipples was between his teeth and then he gently bit on it. Shorts of pain as well as pleasure rippled though your body and another moan escaped your mouth.

By this time your pussy was so wet that drops of your juices were tricking out of it and down your thigh. You loved this kind of foreplay, something James never bothered with but, clearly, Cillian enjoyed it a lot.

But this wasn’t all of it. Cillian wasn’t done with the foreplay just yet and, when he was satisfied that he had left enough little bruises on your soft flesh, he sat up on his knees and began loving your lower body.

He pushed your legs apart and began planting small kisses on your upper thighs, and licking small trails up and down, stopping short of your mound every time he did, causing you to squirm and moan. He wanted to break your resolve completely and he wanted you to beg. That was going to be his power over you and, as much as you didn’t want to do that, your moans kept escaping your lips. And even though you couldn't see his face, you would imagine his smile.

‘Oh fuck, please Cillian, just do it’ you moaned out loudly and, just as you did, you could hear him chuckle.

Then, finally, you felt it; his tongue on your wet pussy lips. It was a slow broad stroke that sent jolts of pleasure though your pussy, up your spine and exploded in your brain.

‘Oh yes, oh god, fuck’ you moaned before you bit your lips. Your whole body shivered and you felt week in your knees. Then you felt his fingers work their way to between your legs to your pussy.

You squirmed at the intensity. James usually didn’t pleasure you like this and it was overwhelming having Cillian do this to you. He pushed your legs apart widely and forced you to open up, making yourself accessible. His finger traced a line along your pussy lips as his tongue started to twirl circles over your clit. He stroked there, not attempting entry, just teasing your entrance while his tongue worked its magic.

‘You are so fucking wet Y/N’ Cillian observed and then you felt his fingers open your lips, using one finger each from both of his hands. Your body seemed to open to him like a flower. The dampness that was in you started coating his hands. You were enjoying this more than you should and your mind was fighting it, but your body betrayed you. It was welcoming, eager.

‘Oh god, Cillian’ you moaned again his tongue traced the glistening slit on your open pussy. Then, your legs began to quiver as his tongue entered your open hole.

You knew you were going to cum any second as Cillian was rubbing your clit with his lips and fucking your pussy with his tongue. Your pussy was flowing profusely and Cillian must have been gulping down every drop. Suddenly your whole world exploded and you came with thunderous force. You pushed up against his mouth and let out a muffled scream through bitten lips as you came. Your nails were digging into the back of his head but Cillian still didn't stop.

‘Holy fuck, oh god yes’ you screamed out while your legs began to shake as Cillian gave you the most intense orgasm that you had ever experienced.

You don't know what happened next, if you had passed out or not, but the next thing you did remember was lying on the bed with Cillian on top of you. He was kissing your lips and you could taste your own juices on his lips.

‘Hmm fuck this was good’ you moaned, drawing Cillian’s lips closer for another kiss and you could feel him smile against your lips. His cock was touching your wet pussy and the heat emanating from it was incredible.

‘I could spend fucking hours between your legs’ Cillian then smiled, starring down at you with lustful eyes.

‘I wouldn’t object, although, for now want to feel you…all of you’ you said, biting your lips and urging him to push inside you.

Your legs were spread and open with his hips holding them apart. You felt the head of his cock slide across the mouth of your pussy, teasing you and collecting some of your wetness.

‘Please, stop teasing’ you then moaned, bucking your hips and his cock followed your movements before, suddenly, forcing its way several inches into your body.

You were gasping for breath. You were in the grip of some primal emotion as you groaned Cillian’s name loudly and he slid out to the end again. This time, your body moved with him, like it didn't want to feel him leave your confines.

‘Oh god’ you moaned and Cillian slammed into you burying the full length of his member deep into your pussy.

‘Fuck, you feel so good…so tight, Jesus’ Cillian groaned as he pulled out, then drove in again. The power of his thrusts caused an almost violent reaction in your body, as it met his thrusts with powerful thrusts of its own.

Your hips were now rolling with his every move, trying to keep his cock deeply in your pussy. Your mouth was open, you were panting, moaning. Your resolve to keep calm was being sorely tested as you gave in to Cillian’s thrusts.

But it was difficult for him too as he hadn’t slept with Danielle for six months and was starved of intimacy and now, here you were, the woman he had desired for a while right beneath him for his taking.

‘Cillian, I am close, fuck’ you moaned since you really needed to cum. It seemed your whole being was centered on Cillian’s cock splitting open your pussy, almost like it was the first time you had sex. You may as well have been a virgin, since Cillian angled his movements in way that he was reaching places that James, the only man you ever had sex with before tonight, hadn't even known existed.

You pulled Cillian close for a passionately kiss and your fingers clawed down his back, scratching him wildly. You were out of my control. Your body had become a vessel for his use. You heard the screaming and you knew it was your own.

‘Fuck me, Cillian. Oh my god fuck me’ you shouted out as you gave in and then you screamed as your body reached its high.

‘Fuck, Y/N’ Cillian groaned as he picked up speed and, within seconds you could feel his cock erupt inside you, pulsing and pumping as he did. He emptied string after string of cum into the warmth of your pussy while your walls contracted, milking him until there was nothing left and you were a shaking mess.

Finally, through panting lips, Cillian kissed you and pulled out. Just as he pulled out, you could feel his cum leaking from your pussy and onto the sheets. There was a lot and you couldn’t help but collect some of it with your finger and bring it to your mouth.

Cillian raised an eyebrow at you, wondering what you were doing.

‘I just wanted to see what you taste like’ you smirked as you licked his cum from your finger which is when he realised that he probably should have pulled out.

‘Fuck, I am sorry…I shouldn’t have cum inside you’ Cillian then said somewhat embarrassed.

‘It’s fine, really. In fact, I enjoyed feeling you cum like this’ you said, biting your lip and kissing him again gently before asking him whether he wanted to stay with you for the night.

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